Choices
C1: Wanderings
[Disclaimer: Kouta Hirano and Pioneer own "Hellsing". I own whatever I write/create. Don't steal and don't sue.]
The subway was very quiet in the night, save the usual clacking of the train on the tracks. One person sat on a seat, keeping very still and staring at the floor. The door slid open and three burly young men walked in. They surrounded the person and laughed. The person sitting down was a young woman, with pure black hair. They couldn't see her eyes, for they were hidden behind her bangs.
"And who might you be?" the largest of the men chuckled, "Jus' a chick looking for a lay?"
"No one you're interested in." the woman replied, her voice low. Her hands were limp on her thighs, and a black jacket hung to her knees, holding the coat to her. Her pants were black jeans, and steel-toed boots covered her feet.
"Ah, come on babe." the second largest sniggered, "You've got to want one of us!"
"None." the woman hissed, "None at all. I'm just on my way through here."
"Well, that's too bad." the first man growled, "'Cause you're going to have to do us all at once." When the men moved a muscle, the lights burst and died.
"Is that so?" the woman said into the darkness, "Well, then I suppose I'll have to do what you want." The men laughed aloud, until their laughter was cut short with a splat.
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Seras Victoria lay on her 'four-poster coffin,' waiting for something to happen. There was no mission for her at the moment, and it was particularly boring.
She sighed and got up. If there was no reason to stay and wait like a fool, then perhaps she would go do something like she used to do, before she was changed.
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Seras paused. There was a person sitting in a chair in the middle of the road. Cars were backed up for many blocks, blasting their horns in rage. And all the while, the person just sat there, leg upon knee, and their arms folded across their stomach. Someone was revving their engine for a threat, but the person didn't move.
Seras dragged the person away quickly, as well their folding wood chair. The cars sped past, drivers screaming curses from their windows. Seras pulled the person away and into an alleyway to avoid any kind of hurt to befall the person.
"What on earth were you doing?" Seras asked, "You could have been killed!"
"The last time I was here, that road didn't exist." replied the person, a woman with black hair.
"That road was made fifty years ago." Seras folded her arms under her chest, "When were you last here?"
"A very long time ago." the woman lifted her head to shift her bangs, revealing blood-toned eyes, "Well, I'm only on my way through. Goodbye." She brushed past Seras with hands in jacket pockets and a somber expression on her face.
Seras' eyes were wide in shock. There just didn't seem to be a way. She shook her head. The woman had an American accent, and Americans had an obsession with the color red for eyes. It was just an American taking a tour.
Her cell phone beeped madly in alarm for a message from headquarters. Seras fished it out of her pocket and put it to her ear.
"Seras! There's been an incident in the tubes! Report to headquarters immediately!" The other end was cut off with a beep. Seras stood stock-still in shock. She whipped about, looking for the woman she had just pulled out of the road.
It was possible. And it was happening.
"Another vampire."
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The sun had gone down beyond the mountains and hills, and the stars were beginning to appear in the blanket of the black up above where no one could reach. The black-haired woman laid back, her long tresses spread out under her and her red eyes upon the stars.
Her expression was not that of joy, or of strange glee, but of a rather melancholy sort. She was wondering about something, but she couldn't remember what.
"So you're the one that was on the train." a deep, wicked rumble of a voice said, "It's been a while since I've seen a female vampire."
"Who, pray tell, are you?" the woman asked, not moving at all, her eyes locked on the stars.
"My name is Alucard." he replied with a grin, "And who might you be?"
"My name is Syn, though I can't remember how I got that name." the woman said.
"Another servant of humans?" Alucard frowned, "Then you will be just like the other freaks. Get up. I'll dispose of you now."
"A servant?" Syn asked, "I don't recall being anybody's servant. And why would I need to be killed? Have I committed a crime?"
"Target is confirmed. Releasing control art restrictions to level three." Alucard drew his Casull, "Keeping power unlocked until target is silenced." He aimed carefully and fired at her head. Syn rolled backwards and onto her feet, standing in front of Alucard.
"Can you tell me what I've done for you to try and shoot me?" Syn asked.
"The Hellsing organization." Alucard snarled with a smile, "Terminate all non-human creatures." He shot again, at almost point blank range. Syn dodged again, stopping much farther away.
"I suppose I should just leave if you aren't going to tell me what I've done." she said. She began to run, Alucard following close behind. He was grinning, ready for a bloody fight. As he crested a hill that Syn had ran over, he found himself standing near a ledge, where the ocean lay a few hundred feet below.
Alucard chuckled. Syn had jumped over the ledge.
"Limited release withheld." he murmured, "Until the next time we meet, Syn." He turned around and began his way back to Hellsing headquarters.
—to be continued—
