Order 20: Target Practice
By: SleepyNinja
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and not making a dime. I'm not even making any pennies off of this whatsoever. The entire idea goes out to the creator of the show itself, not me.
A/N: Review or I'll cry and stuff.
There was nothing. All was white, pure, blinding white. Seras found herself standing on nothing. She looked around, looking for something, but none was found. She heard the laughter of children behind her and turned around to see where it was coming from. She turned and found what could only be described as an angel.
It floated on great white wings, barely visible due to the color of the background. Its golden blond hair fell on fair skin and rosy cheeks, completed with a warm smile and sparkling blue eyes. It wore armor of gold and silver, a cross on the middle of the breastplate. It held a broad sword in front of it, the handle made of ivory and silver.
Seras looked into the angel's eyes. Its expression changed into something wicked. It plunged its sword into Seras chest. She doubled over and watched her blood cover the blade, seeping over the hilt.
Blood engulfed the angel, and began to vanish, leaving behind a very different looking figure behind. The once white wings were now dark black. The armor was scarlet and black; the sword's hilt was now black, twisted from its former elegant form. Her hair was now black, her face twisted into an evil grin, and her eyes now matched the ruby shade that Seras had. Blood dripped down from the angel's mouth. A deep maniacal cackling echoed into oblivion. The twisted angel now pulled the sword out of Seras' chest and lunged at her throat.
Seras awoke screaming and shot up to a sitting position. She was shaking and if it was possible, she was paler than usual. She looked around. She was still in her room, on her bed. She checked to make sure she wasn't stabbed. Nothing. She collapsed back on her bed, still shaking. "It's just a dream, dreams can't hurt you." She thought to herself.
Jack kicked in the door a moment later, pistol in his left hand, katana in his right. He scanned the room and checked behind the door. "What's going on!"
"Nothing." She rolled over and buried her face in a pillow.
"Didn't sound like nothing to me." He placed his weapons on the table. "What happened?"
"Just bad dream. It's nothing."
"You sure?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. Wanna tell me about it?"
"Don't worry about it Jack. It's not a big deal."
"If you insist."
He moved to grab his sword and gun. "But," she said, "If you want to hang around I won't stop you."
Jack chuckled to himself. "Alright." He pulled up a chair and sat down.
Jack left twenty minutes later when he was sure Seras was sleeping. He closed the door slowly and started walking upstairs. He stopped. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough." Alucard poked his face out of a wall. "So protecting the Police-Girl from bad dreams are we?"
"Vampires don't dream do we?"
"Of course not. Why would we need to?"
"Then what did Seras see?"
"It's too early to say for sure, but let's just say that the Police-Girl has more power then she lets on."
Jack turned his head but Alucard was already gone. He hated it when that happened. He shrugged it off and walked up the steps. He took the first right and walked into the mess area. The men were sitting at the tables talking to each other all the while stuffing their egotistical faces with food. He walked to the back of the room and pushed open the door. He walked past most of the kitchen staff, strait to a refrigerator. He opened it and looked in. Blood bags. A lot of them were lined around the refrigerator just waiting to be drunk. He checked the label on each one and pushed them to the side. Finally he hit pay dirt. O negative. It was the vampire's equivalent of surf and turf.
He took the bag out of the refrigerator and found a glass. He tore the bag open and emptied the bag into the glass. He tossed the empty bag into the garbage and walked out, taking a drink of blood every now and then. He wore a small smile on his face as he walked back down to his room. Today was shaping up to be a good one.
He opened his door and jumped onto the couch. He turned the TV on and stretched out. He finished his blood and turned the TV off. A nap sounded good right about now.
Of course it didn't last long. A knock came at the door. "Come in." Jack sat up and ruffled his hair.
Walter stepped in. "I hope I haven't disturbed your sleep."
"Don't worry about it."
"Well I have arranged for what you asked for. If you will follow me."
Jack followed Walter upstairs to a large room. Several troops in body armor were hanging out in the center. Walter walked over to a corner and picked up two barrettes off the table, along with several clips of ammunition. "These are filled with rubber bullets, with a decreased amount of gunpowder for safety reasons. Now I must be going."
"Thanks Walter."
Jack placed the clips into his pocket and took the two guns into his
hands. "You guys ready?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The troops said
in unison.
"Okay then, let's get started." He cocked his guns and darted off to the other side of the room, and started firing.
Integra watched the monitors with a casual interest. She watched as the troops and Jack had their mock firefight. So far Jack had won twice and the troops had won once. Walter had entered the room a moment later. "I don't enjoy having to take care of another vampire. However, Walter, what do you think of him?"
"Mister Owens seems capable, if anything."
"He's missing too much."
"He never had any previous formal training with firearms. From what I heard from Alucard he has improved, but not as much as he would like."
"What else does he do?"
"He had extensive martial arts training and he's proficient with a sword."
"Mmmm." She looked at the screen again. "Walter do get my sword for me?"
"Of course Sir Integra."
Jack jumped to his side as he opened fire on the troops, hitting them in the chest with his shots. Jack stood up. "You up for another round?"
Integra stood in the doorway holding Jack's sword. "That will not be necessary." She tossed him his katana and pulled her own sword out of its sheath.
Jack sighed. He placed his sheath on the table and readied himself. They both circled each other. Integra attacked first, swinging her sword at Jack's head. Jack blocked and counterattacked with a swing to the stomach. Integra jumped back and they started circling again. Jack attacked with a swipe at the legs. Integra blocked and stabbed in retaliation. Her attack glanced off the side of Jack's sword and he positioned the base of the blade next to Integra's neck. Jack smiled and lowered his blade.
"Mr. Owens I would like to introduce you to Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing organization."
Jack bowed. "A pleasure."
Cornel Ewell barged into the room. "Ma'am we have a situation!"
"What it is?"
"A member of parliament has been taken hostage ma'am! Intelligence says that the building that he's being held in is guarded by a heck of a lot of ghouls. Shall I get the men ready?"
"No. Find Alucard and Seras. We have vampires around for a reason."
Jack sheathed his sword and took out a clip of silver bullets he always had on him. "Seras is sleeping. I'll take care of it."
Integra glared at Jack. "Fine then. You and Alucard will take care of the situation. Go."
"Thank you Sir Hellsing." Jack walked out of the room.
"You're all dismissed." Integra stood alone in the room.
"So Master," Alucard said. "What do you think?"
"I suppose I can tolerate him."
Alucard walked next to her. "That's high praise coming from you."
"What I don't know, however, is how I tolerate you."
"I always though you enjoyed my company." He said sarcastically.
"What can you tell me about him?"
"Most of it is in Walter's report. But one thing that was left out."
"What would that be?"
"He seems to have quite the…oh what do you humans call it…crush on the Police-Girl."
Integra said nothing.
"Nothing Master? I was under the impression that human women found that sort of thing…cute."
"There is nothing cute about something that could endanger the lives of my troops and the people of my country."
"Well Master, it is good to have you back."
Reporters and curious onlookers were restrained by police officers and yellow caution tape. The red and blue lights of police reflected off the wet ground. Jack had put on his street cloths. He walked up to the tape and moved it up. He crouched down and got on the other side of the neon yellow tape.
A police officer pushed him back. "You can't cross. We have a situation."
Jack sighed in recognition as he realized that these people really were clueless. "I'm with the government." That line always worked. He walked past them and walked through the front door. He looked around. The walls were splashed with blood. This was definitely the work of a vampire.
He walked around. Odd. No ghouls. The government office was supposed to be staffed with at least fifty people at the time of the attack. He stopped and listened, nothing on this floor. He followed the signs on the wall and found the stairs. The target was supposed to be on the fifth floor. He trudged up the stairs, grumbling about how the lift was broken. He reached the fifth floor and opened the door.
There were ghouls everywhere. Thank god, this was starting to seem like a waste of time. He pulled out one of his barrettes and started opening fire. He dropped seven ghouls in an instant and dropped the spent clip from his gun. He was reloading his berretta when the ghouls finally realized he was there. The first ghoul to come through the doorway had its head crushed under a punch. Jack walked into the hall and looked at the oncoming hoard of ghouls coming his way. He took out his second berretta and grinned.
Alucard pointed the Hellcat at the back of the vampire's head. He was quite jealous; it was very fun to play with. "Is this what vampire filth do now? Kidnapping humans for power?"
The vampire turned around from looking out the window. "Wha? Who are you! Get back! I'll kill him!" The vampire pulled a pistol and aimed it at a man bound and gagged with duct tape.
Alucard cackled. "Go ahead. I don't care. Human's can't give you power." Alucard squeezed the trigger slightly. "But in Hell you won't have to worry about that now will you?" Alucard pressed down on the trigger, this time sending the blessed silver bullet out of the barrel, into the vampire's head, turning him into dust. Alucard walked over and sat on the desk next to the gagged Member of Parliament. "They just don't make 'em like they used to do they?"
He tried to say something, but all that came out was a muffled sound because of the duct tape. Alucard preferred it that way. This is one time a politician would shut up for a while.
Jack ducked behind a corner. Apparently when the vampire made his entrance he also deemed it necessary to have then human cohorts, with assault weapons. Jack calmed himself as he reloaded. Third eye. He popped out and fired three shots from each gun. Missed every shot. Well then. He took another couple shots. This time he actually killed two of them. He reloaded again. He turned the corner and opened fire, moving to the other side of the hall as he took down another four of the men.
His guns clicked. He was out. He threw his guns down and ran towards the enemy, dodging incoming fire. He plunged a spear hand through one man's neck and twisted around with a crescent kick that crushed another man's skull on impact. Several bullets tore their way into Jack's chest as he severed a man's spine at the neck. The last man stopped firing and backed up in fear.
Down below his body came crashing down on a police car.
Jack wisely took the back door out of the building. He placed his guns back in his jacket and briskly walked out into the ally below. He looked at his glove. There was blood soaked into the white glove. He stopped and looked at it. He was thirsty.
He looked at it. Dammit. He sucked the blood off the glove. He was going to have to get another blood packet out of the refrigerator when he got back.
Alucard grinned with approval from the shadows.
Preview:
Jack: Another one of these things again.
Seras: Yep.
Pause
Jack: Yep.
Walter: Cheesecake?
Seras: You said that already!
Order 21: Judas Priest
A/N: Would like to thank my editor, who has apparently changed her name to Dark-Mage-Quisits.
Surf and turf is a term for lobster and steak if you didn't know.
