1Chapter 11
Alexander Andersen stepped off the train and onto the landing. A feeling of anticipation swept threw his being; he was close to his rival Alucard. He wasn't here to kill him, but if he got in the way, he wouldn't give it a second thought. "Hello again, father."
Andersen looked down and saw the same young woman that had greeted him the last time he had taken the train here. "It is nice to see you again child." Andersen said before departing.
Walking along the streets of London Andersen felt his anticipation increase as he headed to the safe house. His orders were to terminate the dunpeal filth and anyone else that got in the way of his objective, but he could not terminate on the Hellsing organization grounds, he would have to wait.
Entering the house Alexander poured himself a glass of water and looked out the window to the Hellsing organization's building down the road.
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It had been only a day sense Walter had reported to Sir Integra that a team from Section 80 had been dispatched to Hellsing to help with David's condition; apparently they had known their location all along.
Walter was at his desk when he received a call from the main gate that a group of five was here to "assist in their situation". Watching from his window he watched the black car pull to the front door. Five people exited the vehicle, four men and one woman. Four of them wore black trench coats with an insignia of some kind sewn onto the side shoulder. The other, an elderly man but still well built wore a normal looking business suit. They all wore black sunglasses and appeared only slightly pail in the sunlight.
Walking into the greeting hall Walter noticed that their color returned them once they were out of the light. Walking over to the group he quickly introduced himself.
"Hello, I am Walter C Dolnes, Welcome to the Hellsing organization, and you are?" Walter asked holding out his hand.
The man in the business suit quickly looked over Walter before finally taking his hand and shaking it. "Mr. Dolnes, it's an honor to meet you. Your well known in our organization, Angel of death is it? My name Is Jonathan Matthews." the man said.
The other four members of his party stood like statue's silently looking about the room for any hidden danger. "Well, let's get to business."
DS/
Integra sat at her desk as Alucard explained what had happened in the last mission to David to Jonathan. The man listened and shook his head every now and then. "Is there anything you can do for the dunpeal Mr. Matthews?" Integra asked once Alucard had finished his story.
"Contrary to vampire belief, there is a way to return David to the way he once was, but it's not without risks. Some dunpeal are able to return to them selves but only if they're strong enough in the mind, body and if the case is weak enough but from what it sounds like, there is no choice. The only way to bring him back is to do the procedure."
Seras who had been standing silently beside her master asked the next logical question. "What is the procedure?"
The four in the black trench coats gave her a look like she should just be executed for asking a question. Instinctively she retreated behind her master. Jonathan acted like the question was never asked and continued.
"Will need a secure room, lined with about three to four inches of reinforced steel, incase we fail. Also I recommend that you post a group of your elite to guard the outside of the room."
"That can be arranged, will you require anything else?" Integra asked.
Jonathan shifted in his seat as if the next question would be rejected before he could finish the question but managed to keep a straight face as he asked. "Yes, napalm, we find it's the only thing that is rapid enough to destroy any dunpeal that can't be salvaged."
Integra looked him straight in the eye as she tried to figure out if the man was crazy, joking, or actually telling the truth, finally she gave her answer, "Done."
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David grabbed Markus and threw him off his back across the center of the maze. The impact left a crater twice the size of both of them combined in the wall. Standing up Markus out stretched his arm towards David; black fire flew out of his palm. David did the same and the flames met.
The two colors washed over each other as their masters pushed harder to over come the others strength and engulf the other in their fire. Finally the two opposing forces exploded and sent both David and Markus flying into a wall.
"Well, this.... isn't going anywhere.... is it?" David remarked.
"Agreed, we... we need to upgrade our.... weapon inventory" Markus Smirked.
Standing up, David jumped for Markus's throat with his remaining arm. Markus rolled to get out of the way and countered with a sidekick to David's backside. David tumbled back dazed trying to gather his bearings. Markus took the opportunity to try to bite David's throat.
His fangs nearly bit in when a flame shot threw his back. Jumping back in pain he looked down and saw a hole in his gut that went threw leaving an opening in his back. "That hurt you cheap basta..." Markus was quickly cut off as a silver star cut threw his cheek, cutting up his tongue and exited threw the other side.
"Finally... I don't have to listen to your voice." David said with his last star in his now flame less hand. Markus's face contorted into hatred as the fire on his arm doubled in size. Charging towards his target like a train on fire Markus couldn't stop in time as the star ripped threw his remaining arm, cutting it off.
"See, your mistake was getting mad at me." David smirked as he walked towards his now defenseless enemy. Markus began to laugh or tried to, but the result was the same.
'You think you have won David?' Markus said mentally.
"I know I have, just like all the other times."
'No, you haven't.'
Suddenly a mass of flesh burst from where Markus's arms once were. Each tentacle jutted six feet into the air and ended in the head of a hellhound. Quickly his mouth began to heal itself.
"There's no way you can win this time David. This time, I like being the one in control." The hellhounds looked down on their prey and pounced.
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David's body lay on a surgical table in the room that used to be the round table conference room. Several fifty-gallon drums of napalm spaced about six feet away from the table itself surrounded the table. The drum at his head held the charge, in the event that the operation failed, Jonathan or one of the others would press a switch on a remote they each carried, killing themselves and David in the flames.
In one corner of the room stood a machine with molten silver keeping it hot and in liquid form. A hose of some sort snaked its way from the machine to the table ending in a long sharp needle.
A design pattern had been drawn on David to indicate where the needle should go as well as what the design should look like to seal Markus away. Jonathan stepped up to the table and looked around the room and to each of his company.
"Everyone know what to do?" one by one each one nodded his or her heads.
"Good, let's bring our brother back."
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David jumped back as the hellhounds slammed into the floor where he stood just a moment ago. This was impossible, when they both fought they were never able to regenerate their limbs or even replace them. David quickly sidestepped as a hellhound went flying past him. Putting the tentacle in a headlock David forced his flame to again engulf his arm and attach its self to the skin of the hound. Markus screamed out in pain as the flame ate threw the flesh and the tentacle dropped to the floor. The white flames quickly consumed the head of the hound.
David took the opportunity to do the only thing that he could, escape. Running threw the maze David could still here the curses that Markus spewed out as he tried to recover from the loss of another limb. 'This cant be happening, this is impossible.'
Suddenly the Maze began to sink into the floor; Markus was removing any chance for him to hide.
Editors note: To my fans, I'm sorry for the long delay in the release of the chapter and the rather slow pace it has been going at. I promise that the next chapters will be more energetic.