Order 7:
Caged Mind
-Attack the mind, once that is under control the body will follow¼
Time Stamp: Present
Location: London, abandoned section of town, during vampire hunting mission
Nathan brought his katana down on Seras, ready to deal a killing blow when a loud gun report shouted into the night. The bullet from Alucard's Jackal shattered threw Nathan's twin Katana, destroying them both, preventing Nathan from striking Seras with his blades.
In the same fluid motion that he used to strike Seras, Nathan took the remaining power from his strike to throw himself back, removing his position between the two vampires.
"Nathan… why?" Seras half pleaded as her lower leg finished regenerating. Nathan remained silent and motionless, still holding the remains of his weapons.
Maxwell chuckled to himself before breaking out into a laugh. "He can't hear you, Draculina."
"What did you do to him!" Seras shouted in anger. She couldn't blame Nathan for his actions; clearly he had lost control to the chip. She reached out mentally with the link she and Nathan had created to hopefully bring him back. What she felt confused her, it was nothing, there was no link to speak of. It was as if the two had never created the link to help Nathan fight the chip.
'Alucard I can't find the link that Nathan and I created.' Seras mentally told her former master.
"Nathan, come here." Seras commanded as she raised her right hand towards him in hopes of using her powers to bring him closer to herself. Nathan remained frozen to the stop he had landed on.
"Weren't you listening demon? He can't hear you, even if he did, your cheap tricks wouldn't work on him, seeing as his memory has been wiped clean of the last few days!" Maxwell said victoriously.
"What?" Alucard asked. How could someone wipe someone of their memories.
"I'm sure your know of the chip in his brain, with a simple press of this button, I can wipe his memory clean."
Alucard snorted at the explanation, the mere ability for a human let alone Iscariot to do so repulsed him. "Your just like a maggot vampire Maxwell, you force others to do your dirty work. Actually, your worse."
Alucard began to walk towards Maxwell, his jackal at his side and at the ready as he continued. "Your worse because you take people that you have promised would do your lords work and turn them into living ghouls. What's worse, you make them watch from their own eyes trapped in their bodies, a ghoul is just a body. Your not worthy of hell!"
Alucard jerked up his arm holding the jackal, took aim and fired at Maxwell, only to have the bullet be intercepted by Nathan using himself as a shield. "How utterly, pitiful."
"To you, maybe, you filthy demon. But to us, the perfect counter weapon to Draculina over there. Tell me, Miss Victoria, can you kill him knowing that the man you know is trapped in his own body? You can't turn him into one of yours, the chip makes sure of that. I wonder what will you do…"
"You bastard." Seras swore under her breath.
"Well, I think its time we take our leave. Father West, if you would be so kind." At the command Nathan reached under his coat and retrieved thousands of holy papers to spirit the trio of Iscariots away from the area. As the papers flew and engulfed them Maxwell made one last comment to Alucard.
"Paladin Anderson sends his regard, Nosfarutu, he looks forward to seeing you again." and with that, the papers fell to the ground, revealing the trio had vanished from the area.
Alucard chuckled to himself, "So, the Vatican whipping boy is still around. How fun." Alucard turned to Seras, he was sure she would at least have some tears on her face, he was a little surprised to see an aura of red seeming to bleed off of her body.
"They took Nathan, my Nathan, to use as a weapon against me!" Seras growled. Her fangs grew in size in response to the rage she felt building up inside her. Nathan had been lied to about the truth, and to make sure that he remained theirs forever, they practically placed shackles on his arms and legs to bind him to their will, just like a ghoul.
Nathan belonged with her, to her, in more ways than most could imagine regardless of what Maxwell said. She was his protector and should have become his lover. "I'll show them something worse than hell!"
Alucard only grinned like a chausseur cat at the sight.
Time Stamp: Present
Location: Vatican City, Iscariot Head Quarters
The large church was empty, even devoid of pews that nearly all churches of modern age had. Suddenly papers began to appear in the great cathedral, moments later a whirlwind of the papers formed for a moment before dispersing and revealing the Iscariot director, Maxwell, his personally body guard Renaldo and Nathan.
"Chief! Nathan!" a pair of feminine voices rang out. Looking across the large room the trio saw Heinkel and Yumiko running towards them. Maxwell thumbed another button on the control in his pocket, returning Nathan back to normal, still devoid of the memory from the last few days.
"Sisters!" Nathan shouted joyfully as he ran towards them. As they met they embraced in a group hug to welcome back their brother and student. Maxwell and Renaldo calmly approached the reunited team.
"Nathan, I want you to go see father Benjamin in the medical wing about your memory. After that the three of you can take the rest of the day off." Maxwell said when he got close enough.
"Thank you chief." the three exclaimed before heading down to see Father Benjamin, the resident doctor and part time exorcist. Maxwell chuckled as he watched the three run down the hallway almost as if they were siblings in a race. In a way they were family. The chip in Nathan's mind only controlled his tendency when he was in battle along with a few other abilities. When he wasn't in battle and at ease it was really Nathan.
'I did the lad a favor when we tested that chip on him. He couldn't know what the vampire Draculina would have done to him, what perversions he would have been subjected to. No, he's better off here with us.'
With a sigh, Maxwell left for his office to check on the other "experiment".
Time Stamp: Present
Location: London, Hellsing Head Quarters
Seras punched at the stone wall in her room, leaving an impressive crater as a result. It had been a few days sense Iscariot recaptured, no, sense Iscariot ripped Nathan from her and she was still enraged at it all. If it weren't for Sir Integras direct order, she would have boarded the first plane to Vatican City and brought back Nathan herself, regardless of how many Iscariot agents she had to kill.
In the time sense then Seras had been on three missions. In each case she completely destroyed the entire enemy in record time. Alucard had watched from a distance at her work, he couldn't say he was surprised at how she was taking this. It had happened to him a few times before; one of his bride's ages ago had been captured by villagers. However instead of just freeing her they had both slaughtered all of the villagers, they went door to door once he had rescued her, killing them all without any remorse.
Seras wanted Nathan back, bad. Alucard understood that, that was why he stopped courting her for the time being. Nathan, even though Seras would try, could never become a vampire. Alucard knew that the moment they met. The boy was still a virgin but that was beside the point, something about his blood, the smell of it, told Alucard that Nathan's body would kill itself before the transformation took.
Alucard could wait, sure it would take some time before Seras could get over Nathan, but he knew that eventually it would be like it was before she found Nathan again. In the mean time he would enjoy the show that she put on whenever she went on a mission. She became even more beautiful to Alucard when she was bathed in the blood of her enemies. It was truly an amazing sight for him.
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Sir Integra sat at her office desk going threw several different files however; all the files spoke of were two people. One was Seras Victoria, the other Nathan West. Integra had been extremely displeased when her vampires returned without the former paladin only to learn of the true meaning of the chip implanted in the young priests brain.
"So, Iscariot is no longer keen on turning their agents into fanatics, they are resorting to out right slavery."
"What do you expect from Romans, My Master?" A voice echoed in the large room. Integra didn't bother to look around for the source of the voice, if Alucard wanted to, he could make it impossible to pinpoint where he was standing in the room.
"I expected at least some form of human decency from them. To turn their own agents into practically slaves."
Alucard merely chuckled at her response. "You need only to look at their past, turning Christians into torches in the stadium, finding interesting methods of execution. With such a history one would think that they would have already done worse to their own kind."
"What do you want Alucard?" Integra wasn't in the mood to deal with her servant at the moment. She was more concerned about how to classify Nathan, he was English born, non-catholic and yet the Iscariot's turned him into a regenerator, one that seemed to rival the late Alexander Anderson.
"Maxwell mentioned someone interesting before the three of them left myself and Seras, that Anderson sent his regards."
Integra stopped reading the file and calmly looked up at Alucard. "You told me that man was dead, that you had decapitated him with a bullet from your gun. Bloody hell Alucard, even the troops saw the body! Are you telling me that bastard can re-grow his bloody head?!"
"I'm not saying that, but it would be fun all the same if he was back. It has grown rather boring as of late without him around." Alucard said as he began to read one of the files on Nathan on Integra's desk.
'So, Integra has taken an interest in the boy as well…'
Integra noticed the file Alucard had in his hand and decided to choose that to change the subject, the idea of Iscariot's resurrecting Anderson just seemed to cross so many lines. Then again, she had suspected Maxwell to be insane for some time now.
"I understand that Seras grew attached to Nathan in his stay here, rather very attached even for your vampire standards if I understand correctly."
"Yes, though it is unfortunate that she can not turn the boy even if she wanted to."
"Oh, and whys that Alucard?"
"His blood. Something about it, the scent tells me he wouldn't survive being turned."
"Interesting, does Seras know about this?"
Alucard paused for a second, as if trying to sum up the best way he could answer her question. Finally he came up with the answer. "No, she doesn't."
Time Stamp: one year, three months from present
Location: London, Cheddar, moments before destruction of town
The Iscariot team moved quickly into the burning town. The British army had already started the blaze on the town to prevent any further vampire incidents and the flames we on their way to the church where one of their best agents had fallen.
The armored transport crashed threw the surrounding graveyard, crushing every tombstone in its path under its weight. The forest around them was already in flames, it would only be a few minutes before the fire crossed the dried grass yard and came to the church as the agents jumped from the opening and entered the small building.
The interior of the building was a mess, pews thrown about broken, blood everywhere, the trade mark sign of a fierce battle. The agents instantly located the decapitated body of Anderson and brought it back to the transport, a few moments later the located the head and placed it in a container, the sight of it causing a few of the agents to vomit.
Finally they located the last item, most likely left behind by the Hellsing troops because they didn't know what it was or the power it held. It was strange that the demon Alucard didn't bother to tell them about it as well. One of the agents bent down and picked up the sword, the large silver claymore was light in his hands. "Sir, we're ready to go, the flames should cover our escape."
"Very good, lets head out, we will give our fallen brother a good catholic funeral." Nathan said as he sheathed the claymore and headed towards the transport. Alucard would pay; first he had taken Seras, now his mentor. Oh yes, Hellsing would pay for Anderson's death.
Time Stamp: Present
Location: Vatican City, Iscariot Head Quarters, Secret lab ten
"Report."
The scientist jumped when he heard the director's voice. Quickly he gathered himself and told director Maxwell the latest findings on the man floating in a large tank connected to countless wires and life support machines. "Well he is alive and recovering from his soul being forced back into his body. Even though he went in easier than we suspected, it nearly killed him."
"What about the preparations done to his body?" Maxwell inquired.
"The Latin words that we tattooed all over his body should be as effective as scrolls that he uses to create barriers. The words long his right arm, in theory, should allow him to cast fire."
"Good, when will we be able to revive him?"
The scientist paused for a moment, not sure if he should give say. "Any time really."
"Good, get him out of the tank then, its time we end this game with Hellsing." Maxwell said before turning to leave, he didn't see the nod or the slight smile on the sleeping form of Anderson as the liquid began to drain from the tank that suspended his body as it regenerated.