I woke up, coughing up a considerable amount of mercury-like fluid. 'Sebastian' was by my side with a tub and towels, wiping my face.
"Good morning master, did you sleep well?"
"Good morning... 'Sebastian'...where are we now?"
"We are still in the base master. Specifically, we are in the lowest level, where the medical bay and sleeping quarters are held. The doctors said you are going to be fine, and you just need to take a little rest."
Sir Integra walked in and said, "Well, sounds like everything is in order. By the way, you are still participating in this week's war games. Today will be a crash course to get a feel of the battleground and choose the weapon load out. The theme will be WWII, so weapons, armor, and equipment will be from that era of combat. Everyone, I would like to speak with these two in private."
"Of course Sir Integra."
The doctors that were in the room left and closed the door behind themselves, locking the door in the process.
" 'Ciel', my top operatives have received information that there is a spy amongst the recruits. You have already met five of them, there are 15 others here in the base. I personally checked their bios, conducted background checks, I even have taken medical tests to see if any of them are supernatural in nature, but, I have yet to find out who the real spy is. Know this, I don't you suspect not because you are a child, but because my top operative determined you could not possibly be a threat to me. With that in mind, I need to ask you a favor. Right now, my top two operatives can not assist in this breach of security as they are currently are on another mission. I need you to help determine who is the spy."
Recalling my memories of the Hellsing Organization, with the exception of its top operatives, I remembered that it had many enemies, the most notable of which is Millennium, and there is also the Iscariot, who while they also fight vampires, they hate Hellsing for being Protestant and only attacking vampires that kill or threaten them, or the crown, or England.
"Integra, the Hellsing Organization has many enemies. It's greatest threat was Millennium, but as I last recall, they no longer exist. Why, I do not remember. Then there is the Iscariot, who lost many operatives in Millennium's attack on London, so a direct assault from them would be foolish, but if they used a spy..."
"They could find our weaknesses to eliminate us. If they were to figure out our top operatives were not here, the vast majority of our troops are going to participate in the war games, and I would be off base, then could easily tear apart this organization inside out. I thought so as well, but all the recruits are either protestant or agnostic, and have no personal or official ties with the Vatican."
"Trust me, Sir Integra, that is bullshit and you know it. Anyone can pretend to be what they are not, but they can not hide who they are forever. I would know...because...I am Catholic."
"Really!? I figured that after seeing you carry that bible with you, but that can be very useful to me. So, how do you intend to figure out who is the spy?"
"Assuming that the spy is from Iscariot, they will most likely be someone who will ask a lot of questions about Hellsing, someone who has a keen eyes for their surroundings, and knows Latin."
"Latin!? From what know of the Catholic Church, it is not required to know Latin, but most prefer basing their teachings from a Latin translation. Well, I leave this matter to you."
"By the way, where are you going? This predicament seems like something you would personally handle."
"I have...personal matters to deal with that involves the future of the Hellsing Organization."
"You need to pick a successor don't you?"
"How did you..."
"I deduced that inquiry, given the fact you bear no children, the Hellsing Organization is run by the Hellsing bloodline, and your uncle almost succeeded your father while attempting to kill you to become heir...aw my head."
"Just relax master. Since last night, a great portion of your memories have returned. You are just a little overwhelmed, that's all."
"Well, while I deal with the Knight's of the Round Table on this predicament, I will leave your safety with your butler. Here, take this. It is a small beacon that let's me know where you are and in the event you are apprehended by the spy, say the word "feather." One of my top operatives will arrive for evacuation."
"Understood, Sir Integra. By the way, who is this top operative?"
"I have been sworn by your butler to keep it a secret until you regain your memories."
"Fair enough. 'Sebastian', let us prepare for the war games. If the Iscariot want to spy on us, they will to go through us."
"You are so much like a dog when it comes to matters like this. At least you still bear your loyalties like the real you would."
Why do you compare me to a dog? Do you think of little of me?
Of course not, what kind of butler would refer to their master like a subservient dog?
Could you please stop with the whole black butler act now! It is starting to creep me out.
Later that day, we headed up top to the surface, driving towards the war games battleground on the outskirts of London. Many things have changed in the past thirty years after the Battle of London. Right outside the major highway that led to the city, there was a limestone wall that stretched for several miles right along the highway.
"That wall...is that.. a memorial for the fallen at the Battle of London?"
Captain Bulsara along with the rest of the squadron we met yesterday accompanied us in the caravan as I said this. Captain Bulsara the said, "Yes Ciel, but don't worry, I sure hope that they all find salvation. I sure hope so..."
A little odd for a response, but sentimental.
Before we made it to our destination, I decided to talk to everyone where they were from to get an idea if any could possibly be the spy. Captain Bulsara said he was from Israel, and the rest were from various locales from the British Isles.
"Well Ciel, it is funny that you ask about my home in the Mediterranean, where are you from?"
"I...don't remember where I come from. All I know is that I am not from England. I remember that, wherever I was, I was in a massive valley, with mountains to the west, and the coastline just beyond them. There is a desert from the south east, and to the north, there is a forest. I remember that I...was with my family I have...a family...and we had a picnic. The trees were hundreds of feet tall, and so thick that I could have sworn they were giants instead of trees. I drank the water from a stream...it was so pure...that it might as well have been christened by John the baptist."
"Are you a pious child."
"I...guess so."
"Well, I used to have my faith too, until my wife died. I thought to myself, why would a divine entity led such an innocent woman to perish at the hands of the wicked."
"Sorry to bring it up."
"Don't be. There are some things people would rather forget child. Personally, my advice on such things is to carry on, carry on, carry on, as if nothing really mattered."
Why does that last phrase remind me of music?
To simply put it master, it should remind you song lyrics. Lyrics of your favorite band.
I don't remember what kind of music I like...it is like there is a void of joy not knowing this. A void of my passions, my quirks, my joys in life. I...don't remember what I like or don't like...but, at least I like tea...and I have a strange companion that pretends to be a butler...
We arrived to the battlegrounds with the rest of the soldiers. The other 20 soldiers seemed a bit nervous, I mean, who wouldn't be during an evaluation.
The head of the Hellsing Military came up and said, "Listen everyone! These next few days will evaluate yours skills on the field and with team work. You will form into four teams, and each team has one basic goal, to guard their HQ from the invading enemy. We will everything you will face on the field as a Hellsing soldier to see how capable you are against all threats. Once your teams have been made, go the barracks to receive your equipment, and a map of the field to your HQ. Also, you will be using live ammunition, so use it wisely. The war games will end when the enemy is eliminated or all teams have managed to protect their hq for 3 days straight."
Bulsara and his squadron formed team Queen with 'Sebastian' and I. Team King headed North, while Team Jack and Ace headed east from the initial point. We were the last to go and our hq was west near an abandoned warehouse, so on the way I started looking at the knapsack we were given and I realized something, all of our equipment was standard WWII U.S. Army equipment. I had a M1 Garand, M1911 pistol, a Ka-Bar knife, Mk 2 grenades, and binoculars, which meant I am Sebastian's point man. Sebastian played sniper as he had the M1903 Springfield rifle with a scope, Deacon is our radio man as he held the radio and has a Winchester model 1912 shotgun, May is our gunner as he has the BAR, Taylor is our medic as he had the main med pack and .38 special, and Jones was our scout with a M1A1 Thompson at the ready and had trip mines.
We headed north into the battleground. The buildings looked like they underwent world war 3 as there was debris everywhere, scorched buildings, and skeletons here and there. In fact, from what I can tell from the map we were given, the entire battleground we were in is not only on the outskirts of London, but it stands as an unofficial war memorial, completely sectioned off from the rest of the city. An artificial river near our hq's separated us from the rest of the city. On our end, it looked more like a war torn ghetto than anything.
"Is this...a real battleground?"
Deacon replied,"Yes Ciel. 30 years ago, London was attacked by Millennium and the Iscariot. My father...he was a part of the few Hellsing soldiers that was still alive to defend London. He died in the crossfire."
The soldiers removed their helmets in honor of the fallen comrades of old. Bulsara then said, "May their souls find peace in this wretched world."
We began to head to our hq, so Jones scouted the building perimeter to see if there any enemies or traps. I took out my binoculars to see if there was any activity on the second floor of the warehouse, and I noticed a figure starting at us through the window.
"Hey, is there supposed to be civilians in the battleground?"
"No master, in fact, 'that' is our enemy."
Jones called us on his walkie talkie, "We got company from the North end of the building."
"Do you mean we have to deal with ghouls? Shit, and I thought we would be shooting fake targets."
Deacon replied, "Fuck this shit, man. Are they trying to kill us?
"No, this is just a test. If all of you want to work to defend this country at all costs, you must fight
even its supernatural enemies! Prepare to enter the warehouse, we can use as cover until we can access where the enemy is."
More ghouls emerged from around the area, as they heard us talking, they began to run towards us. Sebastian...I'm scared.
Don't be, we will survive this, and find the spy.
One of the ghouls attempted to grab Bulsara, but he slit its throat after saying, "Repent, you motherfucker!"
He just...slit that guys throat like...he meant nothing. I know he is a ghoul but DAMN.
All of us ran into the building once while I stood there in shock as everyone began blasting ghouls away. One of them got a head shot on a ghoul near as its brain matter hit me in the face.
What the...FUCK MAN?
'Sebastian' picked me up and carried me into the warehouse as I became light-headed from the shock of
seeing ghouls die before me. Jones locked the door behind us and moved a bookshelf next to the door to prevent the ghouls from entering behind us.
Bulsara then declared, "All right everyone! Jones, find all the entrances and exits on this floor and barricade them! May, help Jones with the barricade! Taylor, give medical attention to Ciel! Sebastian, find a good sniping point on the second floor and tell us over walkie talkie how many ghouls are around us! Deacon, head to the second floor with Sebastian and make sure the rest of the warehouse is clear of ghouls! I will contact the other teams via radio to access the situation with the rest of the team captains!"
Take care master, you are in good hands. I looked at Taylor's file, his family has served the Hellsing Organization since its founding by running London's best research hospital, which also researches anti-ghoul and anti-vampire equipment. We can trust him.
O...k...I am just...dizzy. If I...keep...losing consciousness...I might end up with...narcolepsy.
Just take a rest master.
Taylor handed me some chocolate to eat.
"It will help with the anxiety."
After I calmed down, I asked Taylor, "What is going on?"
"Everyone is securing the warehouse from the ghouls."
"Where is Sebastian?"
"He is on the roof sniping ghouls." I heard gunfire from the roof and bodies collapsing from outside.
"Seems like we are doing all right. Where is Bulsara? I don't know why, but it feels like he isn't here."
Taylor pulled out his radio and asked, "Bulsara, can read me? Where are you?"
A giant ghoul broke through the door barricaded by the bookshelf and ran toward us. Taylor began to shoot out its legs with his .38 special, but the ghoul began to run on its feet. I grabbed my M1 Garand next and emptied my clip to blast its face off. Two more ghouls came in, and while Taylor reloaded his magnum, I pulled out my M1911 pistol and aimed for their heads. One of them I managed to take out with one shot as I hit it in the eye, while the other ran left and right, dodging my bullets.
Master, use Hado #33
Hado # what! Oh, I remember now.
In a pinch as the ghoul was within five feet of us, I fired hado #33 into its chest, blasting a hole so big, it can fit an elephant's trunk. Feeling a sudden drop in spirit energy, I got to my knees. The ghouls left outside ran off towards team King as they had a noise trap a couple of blocks away to gather the ghouls in one place to eliminate them.
Taylor got no response on the radio...Bulsara walked up to us and said, "Violence is never the right answer unless used against heathens and monsters. Well Ciel, you seem to be hiding the power of a heathen. You know what Hellsing does against heathens, eliminate them."
"You are wrong. Hellsing only eliminates heathens and monsters like ghouls and vampires if they are a threat to them, country, or other people. What makes you think I am a heathen?"
"Well, a little birdie told me that the Hellsing organization has a spy amongst its recruits. I figured something was up when a child and his butler joined our ranks. I found a video file of the operation when you were discovered near Hellsing manor, and you know what? You are a heathen! And I am going to eliminate you, nice and slow."
I activated the tracker in my pocket to warn Integra of our situation.
Sebastian, I require your assistance!
Understood master.
"Hmph, so you are the spy."
"Took you long enough. My colleagues are unleashing hell's monstrosities onto this battleground! Once we have eliminated Hellsing cohorts, these protestants bastards called Hellsing will no longer stand in our way of eliminating heathen from the world."
"So Iscariot spy, you plan on releasing a bunch of ghouls to kill us, invade Hellsing, a former rival, and then take the throne as the leader in eliminating supernatural forces? All in the name of god? You sir, you are the biggest fucking hypocrite I have ever seen! As of this moment right now, one of Hellsing's top operatives is on its way to clean up your mess."
"How? My colleagues have set up scramblers to prevent you from calling in assistance via radio."
"Radio? You see this device in my hand? This is a motion tracker that sends a signal straight to a satellite. Unless you can block a satellite, your plan has just feel short even coming close to coming into fruition."
"Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on living that long. So long as I complete my mission, I will get my revenge on Hellsing for taking my family. I'll see around...in a body bag."
Bulsara disappeared in a flurry of bible pages.
Those pages, it is like as though he has the abilities of...ANDERSON!
Not to rude master, but I think it is about time we took this bastard down a size.
Are you going to kill him?
Death is too good for this idiot. No, we will kick his ass!
A/N: Chapter 14 is now finished! Hopefully the next few chapters can written a little faster now that things are heating up. What is Bulsara going to pull off this time? What will happen to the Hellsing Organization? Can Al survive this ecounter? Find out on the next chapter of the Irony Reality of a Normal College Student. Also, thank you for the over 500 views!