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Order 00: Death

Walking home from the library, Marcus was in a slight panic. Oh man! I am soooo late! Mom is going to kill me!

It was well past nine o'clock, the time he was supposed to be home, and he did not like the dark. Not that he would admit it. Coming up to his house, he glanced curiously at the unfamiliar trucks on the long drive-way. It must be the electricians that were supposed to come last week.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home. Sorry I'm late," he said. Not hearing a reply, he walked through the dark house to the kitchen. "Mom?! Dad?! Where are you?" They were never out this late at night. Walking into the living room, he turned on the light and stopped dead in his tracks.

Walking towards him was a living corpse dressed in a cop's uniform with a gun aimed at his head. Before it could shoot, he ran back to the kitchen, where he found more ghouls shuffling towards him, all of them festering away, with guns in their hands and no eye's in their skulls. Perspiring like a fountain now, he screamed and ran out the back door to the patio. Only the star light shown down and he crouched behind the patio furniture.

Panting, he looked up at his backyard. Undead horrors were all coming towards him, albeit slowly, led by the town's chief of police. He was laughing madly, his eyes glowing fiery red, and he jeered the young fifteen year old.

"Come on Marcus! Don't make me come after you. He ha ha ha ha! You stand no fate against my patrol. In life, you were a coward and a weakling. Now in death you will continue your role! Bwahahahahahaha!" the chief crowed, his voice as nasty as the sneer on his face. He was on the patio now, looking right at him. With a sudden heave, he threw the chair away and grabbed Marcus by the front of his shirt. Bringing their faces right next to each other, he grinned and threw him down on the pavement, where he started to beat and kick the life out of him.

Screaming in pain, Marcus was only able to cry out "Help!" before being thrown out to the hoard of zombies. As they slowly closed in around him, drooling out of their sharp teeth, Marcus had only the strength to watch as they came closer, and closer, and closer, until…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A lone man stepped out from behind the trees near Marcus. He was dressed in a deep red trench coat, red fedora, and mirrored sun glasses that seemed to shine with their own light in the shadows of the trees.

"Kill him!" roared the chief, but as soon as the words left his mouth-

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

all of his minions lay dead on the ground.

"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen." said the red dressed stranger, reloading his two massive pistols. "You have some nerve, attacking with heavy fire power in an area populated this much. You are a disgrace to our noble species, you undead freak! For this I will kill you," he stated as he aimed his gun at the Police Chief's head.

Bang!

This was all that Marcus saw before blacking out…

He woke with a splitting ache in his left arm, which was the reason for his return to consciousness. Opening his eyes, he didn't see the familiar blue ceiling of his bedroom, but rather a grey stone ceiling, like that in a castle. Looking around, he realized that he wasn't home at all, but in a small, sparsely furnished room that reminded him of a jail cell. Happy to see that, he still had his clothes, he got up and went to the door, when all of the sudden, he thought he saw the smiling face of his savior from last night. Gasping he turned around.

Nothing was there.

It does seem that I am in some kind of a dungeon, what with the way that all of the walls are made of stone. But where am I? Rounding a turn in the hall way, he almost ran into a man. He was tall, and looked quite old, but distinguished with his smart suit and monocle. His hair was tied back in a pony tail, but he had this sense of cleverly concealed wisdom. All Marcus could do was stare.

"Ah, good you are awake. My name is Walter. Sir Integra will see you now." he said briskly, and turned around motioning for Marcus to follow. Marcus, now thoroughly confused, could only follow in his lead.

They walked up a flight of stairs, and saw that they were in a massive, yet beautiful mansion. Marcus gasped in amazement, and almost tripped while looking at the massive hall. Walter lead him to a pair of French doors, which he opened and, bowing, walked away, leaving Marcus to stand there bewildered, having lost any sense of what a door was for.

"Well, come in then." said a strong female voice from behind the door. Marcus stepped in and stood there staring.

In front of him sitting in a finely polished wooden desk was a woman in a man's green suit. Her platinum blonde hair fell luxuriously from her head and her sharp blue eyes examined him from behind large glasses. She sat there staring for a moment, and than motioned for to a chair, obviously indicating that he should sit down. Marcus hastily scrambled to the chair, but then stopped. Looking directly into the woman's eyes, he said "Who are you?"

"I meant for you to sit in the chair, not lean upon it. And my name is Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing. Furthermore, I will be the one interrogating you, Mr. Banks." she said rather testily. Through the window behind her, he could tell that it was some time in the morning and Sir Integra didn't appear to have gotten enough sleep. Her eyes were blood shot, and she seemed to be slumped over in her chair. This is not the picture of someone well rested.

"You are Mister Marcus Israfel Banks, correct?" to which Marcus nodded. "Last night, your home was subject to a vampire attack that killed off all of the inhabitants, except you. Your family and anyone else in the town was turned into a ghoul by the police officer whom was had voluntarily gone under a F.R.E.A.K. chip operation. All the ghouls and the vampire have now been destroyed, but the question remains, what to do with you?" She stopped and got up to look out the window at the suns rays flowing over the roofs of London. Sir Integra then stepped to the phone on her desk and pressed a button. "Walter? Report to my office immediately."

And in came the butler, obviously Walter. "Is there any thing you require Sir?"

"Yes, move Mr. Bank's belongings to the spare bedchamber and prepare the room for him. He will be staying with us from now on." she said bluntly, as if this were quite a common practice for her.

"Sir?" inquired the steward.

"Now Walter." Was all she had to say, and he was gone. "Mr. Banks, you will be residing at the Hellsing Organization's Headquarters from now on. If you follow Walter, he will show you to your room and introduce you to the rest of the staff. Is this understood? Mr. Banks?"

He was crying. The entire time silent tears had been running down his face until he could no longer hold it down and the came rushing out. Marcus put his face in his hands and wept as Integra watched, sorrow in her eyes as well. She walked over and offered him a handkerchief, which he accepted. Moving towards the door, she left him saying "I know it hurts, but the pain will only make you stronger. Those we love never fade from memory, but you must learn to bear the pain or it will overwhelm you. I will leave the door locked from the inside."

And with that she locked and closed the door, leaving him be. Sighing, she rested her head against the door. Behind her stood a tall figure in red.

"That was cold, Master. Horribly cold," it said, its mirrored sunglasses staring at her from the shadows of its hat.

"Yes… I know Alucard."

(Author's Notation: I apologize for not writing this sooner, but education overrides relaxation. Sorry.)