beep...beep...beep...beep...
What was that noise? And where was she? The cold of the stiff bench sent prickles up Integra's spine...and as she looked up into the fluorescent lighting of the room, and down onto the bed in front of her, she discovered the figure of an old man, lying as though dead...and it all came back to her like a cold, life-sucking wave: Walter. Shot.
Had she been in this hospital room all night? The cramp in her neck told her yes. It must be very early, the Police Girl was still asleep.
That Police Girl...
That Police Girl. This was all her damn fault. Her fault Walter was shot in the stomach, her fault Walter lay on the bed in a coma, her fault Walter might be dying and she would never hear him say, "Good morning, Sir Integra," ever again...
When Integra's father died, Walter was there for her, like having her father still there, almost. Walter was family. Walter was everything the Hellsing Organization stood for: dedication, honor, duty...
Alucard.
Alucard did this.
Integra got up, still shaky on her feet, and ran out the door, racing through the halls. Alucard. She had to find Alucard. If Alucard hadn't been so set on seeing the damned Angel of Death back in action again, Walter would be ok. He probably just wanted time to spend with his precious new apprentice. Damn those vampires. Damn them!
As she turned the next corner, she tripped, sending her cascading down the slippery hallway. Lying on her back, she saw a flicker of the figure of a scarecrow-man in the distance, then, with an ache in her head, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
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next chapter: DREAM SEQUENCE!
What was that noise? And where was she? The cold of the stiff bench sent prickles up Integra's spine...and as she looked up into the fluorescent lighting of the room, and down onto the bed in front of her, she discovered the figure of an old man, lying as though dead...and it all came back to her like a cold, life-sucking wave: Walter. Shot.
Had she been in this hospital room all night? The cramp in her neck told her yes. It must be very early, the Police Girl was still asleep.
That Police Girl...
That Police Girl. This was all her damn fault. Her fault Walter was shot in the stomach, her fault Walter lay on the bed in a coma, her fault Walter might be dying and she would never hear him say, "Good morning, Sir Integra," ever again...
When Integra's father died, Walter was there for her, like having her father still there, almost. Walter was family. Walter was everything the Hellsing Organization stood for: dedication, honor, duty...
Alucard.
Alucard did this.
Integra got up, still shaky on her feet, and ran out the door, racing through the halls. Alucard. She had to find Alucard. If Alucard hadn't been so set on seeing the damned Angel of Death back in action again, Walter would be ok. He probably just wanted time to spend with his precious new apprentice. Damn those vampires. Damn them!
As she turned the next corner, she tripped, sending her cascading down the slippery hallway. Lying on her back, she saw a flicker of the figure of a scarecrow-man in the distance, then, with an ache in her head, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
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next chapter: DREAM SEQUENCE!