Chapter 2
DP
William Fenton, aka Willie Phantom, Danny Phantom's only son, was looking at the stump where his right arm used to be. Nothing below the shoulder, torn off by the fifth most powerful werewolf, Epsilon. William was a large teenager, he inherited a lot of his size from his grandfather, Jack Fenton. He had worked out a lot, ate a good diet, treated his body like a temple to be as muscular as he could be, only to lose his arm. He never forgot the werewolf that took it, even after he was dead thanks to his twin sister, Morgan. Danger and adversity only made halfas stronger, but in his opinion, what power he did gain from surviving the past battles wasn't worth it. He had always wanted to follow in his Father's footsteps and be a hero, but now that the weight of the world was on his shoulders he finally understood why his Father hated having ghost powers at first. Millions of lives depended on him, if he wasn't careful now, people would die.
Images of the soldiers he had seen slaughtered by Epsilon filled his mind, they hadn't even had a chance to fight back before they were torn to pieces, literally. The young man shook his head and got dressed before leaving his room. Two armed bodyguards followed him out as he made his way through the base. He was an honorary commander of the United States Army, despite being underage; he was that powerful and valuable. He entered the conference room where his Father was waiting, Morgan was already there, and they were having a video conference with Hellsing.
"Willie, you're just in time. We were making our plans now," Danny said to him before turning back to Sir Integra Hellsing. "As I was saying," the old knight said, "We will be attacking three of their recruitment bases at once. We in Hellsing will attack the base in China, the Guys in White along with the Phantoms shall attack the base in Canada, while Iscariot will attack in South Africa." As she spoke, Morgan handed a manilla envelope to Willie, and he read through it quickly, it was a map of the base in Canada. It had once been a base for the Canadian Army in Gagetown, New Brunswick. Satellite photos showed that the surrounding area had been converted into some kind of combination of concentration camp, slaughterhouse, and recruitment center.
Willie gritted his teeth as he looked at photos of people dressed in rags, starving, and what looked like the corpses of people, skinned and gutted like hunted deer. Images of the Nazi Holocaust went through his head, but this was worse. The Brotherhood of the Fang was turning people against their own friends and family to recruit them into their army. "How are werewolves made?" Morgan asked. Sir Integra answered on the screen, "That is not my family's specialty, but Abraham van Helsing researched many creatures. According to him, a werewolf is made when a person makes a contract with a witch, or demon, swearing to forsake their humanity and to inflict suffering on the world. They are then given a totem, sometimes a wolf pelt, or a wolfskin belt, and must then kill an innocent, and eat their flesh while wearing their totem. They then become a wolf in mind, body, and spirit, and the totem merges with their very being. The longer they live, the stronger they become."
"So, they really are unredeemable," William said, "Just plain evil to their core." Lightning swirled around the young halfa as his rage grew out of control. "Calm down, son," Danny told him, and put a hand on his shoulder, and then squeezed it enough to let him know that he felt his rage as well, "Save it for our enemies." William calmed down enough to stop the lightning he controlled, but his eyes kept on glowing. Danny patted his shoulder and they sat back down to continue discussing their strategy. "In twelve hours, we will go on the attack," Sir Integra continued, "We don't know how many we will have to kill, but we must destroy their base, and rescue as many of their prisoners as we can." She then sighed and looked at the Fentons, "We cannot possibly save them all. You need to know this. This is a war, and people will die in it. You will need to harden your hearts if we are to win."
Danny just nodded quietly, but anyone could tell that even after all they had witnessed, the thought of not being able to save people did not sit well with them. They were heroes, how could they fail all those innocents? "We will do what we can," he said, and they signed off. Danny said to his children, "We have nine hours before we go. Make sure you're well rested."
Hellsing
Cameron Fenton laid down in her coffin, going through the plan with Alucard and Seras in her head. It would be a three-pronged attack, all of them leading a squadron of hand-picked Hellsing soldiers. The vampires would take the lead, of course, and the human soldiers would cover them, snipers were pivotal to this. They would be air-dropped ten kilometers from the base using the United Kingdom's latest stealth bomber. After that, it would all depend on how hard and fast they could move and kill. She remembered the photos of the people that were held hostage by the Brotherhood of the Fang, and she felt pure murderous rage welling within her, at the werewolves, as well as herself. Seeing the bloodied corpses of their victims had made her feel…hungry. No, thirsty. And the thought that her vampirism was affecting her like that scared her.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock on the door, "It's me," Seras said on the other side. "Come in," Cameron said, and the older Draculina entered her room. "Are you alright, Cammie?" Seras asked her. "No, I'm not," she told her. "Those photos…Seras, I'm afraid, of myself," Cameron confessed. Seras sat down at a small table Cameron had in her room and Cameron sat next to her. "I saw those bloody corpses of the people the Brotherhood sacrificed, and it made me want blood. The first thought that came to my head was 'what a waste of blood'."
Tears of blood started to fall down Cameron's cheeks, "Those were people, Seras, people! But to me, they were food! I thought that the whole blood thirst thing was like…I dunno, a diet, if you don't eat it then you crave it more, so I thought that if I just bit the bullet and drank the blood Sir Integra gives us, then I could keep it under control. But I think it's almost like an addiction, I think it just makes me want more blood, and I'm afraid that if one of the soldiers gets hurt…I don't know if I could control myself anymore."
Seras stood up and wrapped Cameron in a hug. Cameron hugged her back, and for a moment she felt like her Mother, Sam, was still there. "It's hard, I know," Seras told her, "Everyday is a struggle. To see past people's flesh and blood and see their souls. To tell myself not to give in. Focus on your humanity, Cameron. And on theirs." Seras let her go and wiped her bloody tears from Cameron's face and showed her stained gloves to her, "You are not a monster, Cammie. A monster wouldn't have shed tears like this. Remember that always, you're only a monster if you choose to be one." Cameron gave Seras a small smile and said, "Thank you, Seras." Seras smiled back at her and said, "Come on, we still have a few hours, we should go practice at the range." Cameron got up and went to get her gun. She needed to vent.