Ok, before I continue, let me just say that this fan fiction of mine
follows the manga only and will not have some of the characters only seen
in the anime. Kay? Let's move on!
Day turned into night as a group of men ran down a hallway of the esteemed Hellsing mansion with a boy who watched them silently in the vents that ran all along the ceiling of this floor's corridors. The boy was a rather normal 13 year old with a dark red school uniform and long, black hair that needed to be cut. But he wasn't just a normal teenager; he was the new leader of the Hellsing Organization that was trying to be killed by his own uncle, his own flesh and blood. And he knew why quite well too, headship. After all, it was clear that is what he had wanted all along, power.
Taking in a deep breathe as he backed up a little so he could hide and yet still see his uncle from the vent, his mind began to race. How was he going to get out of this one? True, he was a Hellsing. And Hellsing descendants were smart, crafty, strong, and brave, but what was he to do? Fight them? Not at all, they had guns and overpowered him in man power. So what now? Stay here for the rest of his life?
Watching the scene below him, he saw two men stop in front of his uncle panting for breathe. They were bringing news to him that he had yet to find him, he knew. But then again, it would really only be a matter of time before they found him after all. I mean, he couldn't stay there forever could he? Certainly not, he was human and needed to eat and drink, otherwise he would die another way but die at the most.
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Down in the hallway, Richard turned to the man with black hair in fury. This was not his night.... All he really wanted to do was to kill the little bastard and take the head position. That's all. But he had to go and hide and send them on this wild goose chase.... Sometimes he could swear on the Bible that his brother and his little bitch of a kid was just out to make his life a living Hell with all the shit in the world. And it might as well have been due to the headship being stolen from him twice now. This just wasn't his night or his life...
"Found him yet?!" he asked as his voice told of growing anger and force. The men behind him could tell right away that he was quite agitated and that he was on the brink of just shooting them up instead first. They knew that he would try anything to get he wanted, and it was anything...
"No, Sir! We still haven't located him!" the man said in aggravation at all of this. He just couldn't find the little weasel at all. It was impossible! This was what, a 350 acre mansion and they were only trying to find one kid? What in the fuck did he think they were? Super men?
"Well, flush him out then! Get to it! Shoot to kill on sight!! Kill him!! Go!! If we can just keep him quiet, we can do whatever we please!!" he screamed as he saw all his men jump and go their separate ways to look for him.
And when he was sure they were gone, he let out an angry punch to the
wall as he began to scream in anger. "Twenty years!! I waited twenty
years for his demise!! Like Hell I'd ever let a brat like him to take
the family headship from me!!" he screamed as he eased up somewhat and
turned around to follow the most of his men that had gone to the blue
print room. This was hell, and if this is what his brother wanted, he
was gonna kill him in heaven and send him to hell indefinitely.
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Alucard watched as the men that were on his trail run by as he began to feel anger squeeze his thoughts into sentences in anger. 'It hasn't even been a week since Father died!! You're nothing more than a bloody rotten, scumbag uncle,' he thought as he watched them disappear with anger in his eyes. If his brother really wanted power, he could just go and make another Organization, couldn't he? He didn't have to kill him, it was worthless... But in this rage of fury of thought, there was a feeling of despair. What was he going to do? What was he going to do?
Just then, he started to remember something that his father had said. And to him, it was like light in a dark tunnel, a pitch black one at that.
'Alucard, there's only one thing I can leave behind to you. If you ever find yourself in a real crisis! If some unbeatable enemy has you in a right mess! Go underground to the forgotten Dungeon! There lies one f the fruits of the Hellsing family's labors. It will be in your protection,' Alucard could recall. And then it hit him right away, the underground dungeon! The forgotten dungeon! Perhaps there was a guard or a super secret weapon down there that could defeat them in a second! He could actually have a chance; he could actually have a bloody chance at beating them and living!
Turning around quickly, he began to scurry fast down one of the many vents towards the dungeon. For there, was his only hope for survival. And he needed anything to survive, anything. Little did he know that it would come to taking the help of the Organization's sworn enemy, a vampire.
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Day turned into night as a group of men ran down a hallway of the esteemed Hellsing mansion with a boy who watched them silently in the vents that ran all along the ceiling of this floor's corridors. The boy was a rather normal 13 year old with a dark red school uniform and long, black hair that needed to be cut. But he wasn't just a normal teenager; he was the new leader of the Hellsing Organization that was trying to be killed by his own uncle, his own flesh and blood. And he knew why quite well too, headship. After all, it was clear that is what he had wanted all along, power.
Taking in a deep breathe as he backed up a little so he could hide and yet still see his uncle from the vent, his mind began to race. How was he going to get out of this one? True, he was a Hellsing. And Hellsing descendants were smart, crafty, strong, and brave, but what was he to do? Fight them? Not at all, they had guns and overpowered him in man power. So what now? Stay here for the rest of his life?
Watching the scene below him, he saw two men stop in front of his uncle panting for breathe. They were bringing news to him that he had yet to find him, he knew. But then again, it would really only be a matter of time before they found him after all. I mean, he couldn't stay there forever could he? Certainly not, he was human and needed to eat and drink, otherwise he would die another way but die at the most.
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Down in the hallway, Richard turned to the man with black hair in fury. This was not his night.... All he really wanted to do was to kill the little bastard and take the head position. That's all. But he had to go and hide and send them on this wild goose chase.... Sometimes he could swear on the Bible that his brother and his little bitch of a kid was just out to make his life a living Hell with all the shit in the world. And it might as well have been due to the headship being stolen from him twice now. This just wasn't his night or his life...
"Found him yet?!" he asked as his voice told of growing anger and force. The men behind him could tell right away that he was quite agitated and that he was on the brink of just shooting them up instead first. They knew that he would try anything to get he wanted, and it was anything...
"No, Sir! We still haven't located him!" the man said in aggravation at all of this. He just couldn't find the little weasel at all. It was impossible! This was what, a 350 acre mansion and they were only trying to find one kid? What in the fuck did he think they were? Super men?
"Well, flush him out then! Get to it! Shoot to kill on sight!! Kill him!! Go!! If we can just keep him quiet, we can do whatever we please!!" he screamed as he saw all his men jump and go their separate ways to look for him.
And when he was sure they were gone, he let out an angry punch to the
wall as he began to scream in anger. "Twenty years!! I waited twenty
years for his demise!! Like Hell I'd ever let a brat like him to take
the family headship from me!!" he screamed as he eased up somewhat and
turned around to follow the most of his men that had gone to the blue
print room. This was hell, and if this is what his brother wanted, he
was gonna kill him in heaven and send him to hell indefinitely.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
Alucard watched as the men that were on his trail run by as he began to feel anger squeeze his thoughts into sentences in anger. 'It hasn't even been a week since Father died!! You're nothing more than a bloody rotten, scumbag uncle,' he thought as he watched them disappear with anger in his eyes. If his brother really wanted power, he could just go and make another Organization, couldn't he? He didn't have to kill him, it was worthless... But in this rage of fury of thought, there was a feeling of despair. What was he going to do? What was he going to do?
Just then, he started to remember something that his father had said. And to him, it was like light in a dark tunnel, a pitch black one at that.
'Alucard, there's only one thing I can leave behind to you. If you ever find yourself in a real crisis! If some unbeatable enemy has you in a right mess! Go underground to the forgotten Dungeon! There lies one f the fruits of the Hellsing family's labors. It will be in your protection,' Alucard could recall. And then it hit him right away, the underground dungeon! The forgotten dungeon! Perhaps there was a guard or a super secret weapon down there that could defeat them in a second! He could actually have a chance; he could actually have a bloody chance at beating them and living!
Turning around quickly, he began to scurry fast down one of the many vents towards the dungeon. For there, was his only hope for survival. And he needed anything to survive, anything. Little did he know that it would come to taking the help of the Organization's sworn enemy, a vampire.
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