Disclaimer:Hellsing doesn't belong to me.WHY?
Thanks to Rcahel,BP and Docky. You all rule and have helped me alot.
Lesson #1
Never attempt to sexually assault a young girl when there is a priest/nun around...or you will die.
"HELP!"
A single cry was cut off instantly as a greasy hand clamped over her rosebud mouth. Hot breath brushed the back of her neck as he pressed his body to hers from behind. Her whimpers increased as he dragged her from her broken down car, into the grassy darkened field. Tears of crystal ran down her cheeks into the wool collar of her jacket, only to have the garment ripped away from her roughly as he tore at her clothes. Finally, he threw her to the ground,rudely pushing her knee high skirt to her waist with with torn fingernails that scraped the skin on her thighs. She had stayed quiet the entire time, weeping.She felt the sudden hardness of him and was more terrified than of the knife at her throat.
"Stay still and if you try to run....I'll not only fucking stick my cock every single hole you have on you but I'll slit your fucking throat too."
"No...."
"Cunt, don't piss me off. Now lay still and it'll be all over and you can go back to wherever the fuck you came from...."
She grew desperate than, biting at his hands, only to recieve a hard smack up her jaw that made the world explode in black and reds.The poor girl tried again to defend herself, but then felt the knife dig in slightly....and she then knew he would actually kill her.She was only 22.....she had so little time,she had so much to do...why this road,this hour,why no cellphone,why her,why no one else...because there was no one else.Why why why why......
A black shape came into focus, and her eyes caught it quickly.They widened, and she tried not to scream to alert her attacker of her saviour or his ally. Coming closer and closer, she could see two orbs of light.....eyes, glasses...but what the hell was it?
The figure then froze,and ran off into the direction it came from. She felt a sinking heaviness, and went limp as she heard the unbuckling of his belt and his increased rate of breathing. So horrible...to die alone.
She closed her eyes in expectation for the tearing pain, for the rush of hot semen that would leave her shaken and broken, the stickiness that would wash away but couldn't from her mind.As she waited, she heard a surprised gasp, and a click.Blue eyes snapped open to see three shapes lingering over and her tormenter, one in the middle with it's arm outstretched and a hand digging into the eyes of the man.
"Filthy sinner" a hoarse, accented voice from the right growled. "Defiler of the innocent.....stainer of virgins...dares to take what does not belong to him but to Him and the virgin that retains it for Him and his followers."
"So bad!Such a bad man for doing this...you'll get what's coming to you!" a high voice from the left scolded, as if she was scolding a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
"That's right Takagi...he will.Won't ya buddy?"A smooth voice belonging to her main saviour said.
The three middle fingers of the hands dug in deeper, and the man's mouth was gaping in a silent scream.His hands flew in all directions, and a gloved hand flew out of the darkness to grab a hand from the left and a small delicate one from the right copied his actions.
"We have no cross" The smooth voice continued."But this will have to do for now. Any last words?"
"Je....JE..JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
"There is only one Him, and Him alone guy. Get educated. May He take pity on you and send you to the first level of Hell and not the seventh where the Dak Lord dwells and waits for YOU to suck him to the bristles.Plus,there's the fact you woke me up in the middle of the night to play hero...and believe me, I'm in a fuck of a bad mood."
"Such a eloquent choice of words Heinkel." The right voice murmured.
"Thank you Anderson." The voice said sweetl y, then turned cold and smooth again."May He be with you.AMEN!"
The girl screamed as the decapitated body,brain and flesh fell onto her, smothering her in it.She looked up and screamed again..and again....and again.
"ANDERSON! Make her stop!"
"Heinkel! You could have done it so it'd be less traumatizing to the poor dear! Here here child....Let me wipe that nasty man's brains off your face."
The biggest figure whipped out a hanky and began to gently wipe away the gore from her frozen features.
"See?" He said with a bright smile."That man won't hurt you anymore, and you'll be nice and safe...oh don't look like that my dear! It is not proper for a lady to sit so scantily clad with her mouth open. Gives men ideas...like this one." He gestured toward the bloody body.
She still sat with her eyes wide and mouth open, and he sighed.
"Oh well....."He stood up and handed the hanky to her. She took it mechaniclly, jerky movemnets that matched the horrified expression on her face.
The first shape came to her and draped a long black garment around her shoulders, and gently stood her up.
"Okay. See that farmhouse over there" The nun spun the girl around,and gave her a gentle push. "They ought to help you. We'll wait here..just if they let you in, we'll go...after we take care of some private buisness."
The girl ran as if the hounds of Hell were on her heels, and the three watched intently as she pounded on the door, and was accepted in by a aged old man and his wife.
Heinkel tucked her gun away under her coat, and turned toward the body laying on the ground.She grabbed one arm, and waited as Anderson grabbed his legs and Yumiko his other arm.
"Have those blades ready Anderson?"
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The newspaper the day after the next reported barely of the incident that would eventually spark a ongoing saga of events that were called "The Little Evils Of Kindness." All it said was that a man was found dead on the field of the McPerson's, an elderly rural couple who were farmers of corn.
The man, Sam Nelson, was a alleged schizophrenic from the Morrison Asylum, who back in 1992 attempted to seduce and finally rape a 12 year old girl. He was arrested shortly, but released after a court case due to tampered evidence. He then was placed in a asylum in 1996 after a break-in and the rape of a 65 year old woman and plead insanity.But in the year of 2000, he managed to breakout and terrorize the rural lands of Rome.Until now, he was unable to be found and the police were relieved that such a case was closed....but alarmed in how the man was situated when they found him.
For you see, the newspaper didn't report everything.
They didn't speak of the young catatonic woman who had only one thing from the encounter;a long black over coat clinging to her shoulders.
They didn't speak of Sam Nelson's deathscene.
They didn't speak of how he was crucified on the grinning straw scarecrow in the middle of the corn field, a blade through each hand and his feet together with a blade through them.
They didn't speak of the hastily written AMEN in the dust made with a finger at the foot of the scarecrow.
But then again.....newspapers never do.
Thanks to Rcahel,BP and Docky. You all rule and have helped me alot.
Lesson #1
Never attempt to sexually assault a young girl when there is a priest/nun around...or you will die.
"HELP!"
A single cry was cut off instantly as a greasy hand clamped over her rosebud mouth. Hot breath brushed the back of her neck as he pressed his body to hers from behind. Her whimpers increased as he dragged her from her broken down car, into the grassy darkened field. Tears of crystal ran down her cheeks into the wool collar of her jacket, only to have the garment ripped away from her roughly as he tore at her clothes. Finally, he threw her to the ground,rudely pushing her knee high skirt to her waist with with torn fingernails that scraped the skin on her thighs. She had stayed quiet the entire time, weeping.She felt the sudden hardness of him and was more terrified than of the knife at her throat.
"Stay still and if you try to run....I'll not only fucking stick my cock every single hole you have on you but I'll slit your fucking throat too."
"No...."
"Cunt, don't piss me off. Now lay still and it'll be all over and you can go back to wherever the fuck you came from...."
She grew desperate than, biting at his hands, only to recieve a hard smack up her jaw that made the world explode in black and reds.The poor girl tried again to defend herself, but then felt the knife dig in slightly....and she then knew he would actually kill her.She was only 22.....she had so little time,she had so much to do...why this road,this hour,why no cellphone,why her,why no one else...because there was no one else.Why why why why......
A black shape came into focus, and her eyes caught it quickly.They widened, and she tried not to scream to alert her attacker of her saviour or his ally. Coming closer and closer, she could see two orbs of light.....eyes, glasses...but what the hell was it?
The figure then froze,and ran off into the direction it came from. She felt a sinking heaviness, and went limp as she heard the unbuckling of his belt and his increased rate of breathing. So horrible...to die alone.
She closed her eyes in expectation for the tearing pain, for the rush of hot semen that would leave her shaken and broken, the stickiness that would wash away but couldn't from her mind.As she waited, she heard a surprised gasp, and a click.Blue eyes snapped open to see three shapes lingering over and her tormenter, one in the middle with it's arm outstretched and a hand digging into the eyes of the man.
"Filthy sinner" a hoarse, accented voice from the right growled. "Defiler of the innocent.....stainer of virgins...dares to take what does not belong to him but to Him and the virgin that retains it for Him and his followers."
"So bad!Such a bad man for doing this...you'll get what's coming to you!" a high voice from the left scolded, as if she was scolding a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
"That's right Takagi...he will.Won't ya buddy?"A smooth voice belonging to her main saviour said.
The three middle fingers of the hands dug in deeper, and the man's mouth was gaping in a silent scream.His hands flew in all directions, and a gloved hand flew out of the darkness to grab a hand from the left and a small delicate one from the right copied his actions.
"We have no cross" The smooth voice continued."But this will have to do for now. Any last words?"
"Je....JE..JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
"There is only one Him, and Him alone guy. Get educated. May He take pity on you and send you to the first level of Hell and not the seventh where the Dak Lord dwells and waits for YOU to suck him to the bristles.Plus,there's the fact you woke me up in the middle of the night to play hero...and believe me, I'm in a fuck of a bad mood."
"Such a eloquent choice of words Heinkel." The right voice murmured.
"Thank you Anderson." The voice said sweetl y, then turned cold and smooth again."May He be with you.AMEN!"
The girl screamed as the decapitated body,brain and flesh fell onto her, smothering her in it.She looked up and screamed again..and again....and again.
"ANDERSON! Make her stop!"
"Heinkel! You could have done it so it'd be less traumatizing to the poor dear! Here here child....Let me wipe that nasty man's brains off your face."
The biggest figure whipped out a hanky and began to gently wipe away the gore from her frozen features.
"See?" He said with a bright smile."That man won't hurt you anymore, and you'll be nice and safe...oh don't look like that my dear! It is not proper for a lady to sit so scantily clad with her mouth open. Gives men ideas...like this one." He gestured toward the bloody body.
She still sat with her eyes wide and mouth open, and he sighed.
"Oh well....."He stood up and handed the hanky to her. She took it mechaniclly, jerky movemnets that matched the horrified expression on her face.
The first shape came to her and draped a long black garment around her shoulders, and gently stood her up.
"Okay. See that farmhouse over there" The nun spun the girl around,and gave her a gentle push. "They ought to help you. We'll wait here..just if they let you in, we'll go...after we take care of some private buisness."
The girl ran as if the hounds of Hell were on her heels, and the three watched intently as she pounded on the door, and was accepted in by a aged old man and his wife.
Heinkel tucked her gun away under her coat, and turned toward the body laying on the ground.She grabbed one arm, and waited as Anderson grabbed his legs and Yumiko his other arm.
"Have those blades ready Anderson?"
---------------
The newspaper the day after the next reported barely of the incident that would eventually spark a ongoing saga of events that were called "The Little Evils Of Kindness." All it said was that a man was found dead on the field of the McPerson's, an elderly rural couple who were farmers of corn.
The man, Sam Nelson, was a alleged schizophrenic from the Morrison Asylum, who back in 1992 attempted to seduce and finally rape a 12 year old girl. He was arrested shortly, but released after a court case due to tampered evidence. He then was placed in a asylum in 1996 after a break-in and the rape of a 65 year old woman and plead insanity.But in the year of 2000, he managed to breakout and terrorize the rural lands of Rome.Until now, he was unable to be found and the police were relieved that such a case was closed....but alarmed in how the man was situated when they found him.
For you see, the newspaper didn't report everything.
They didn't speak of the young catatonic woman who had only one thing from the encounter;a long black over coat clinging to her shoulders.
They didn't speak of Sam Nelson's deathscene.
They didn't speak of how he was crucified on the grinning straw scarecrow in the middle of the corn field, a blade through each hand and his feet together with a blade through them.
They didn't speak of the hastily written AMEN in the dust made with a finger at the foot of the scarecrow.
But then again.....newspapers never do.
