Of Blood and Boxes
Ch. 19: Of Walters and surprise attacks..
Joe Casto
Walter went about his nightly routines, downing a Nodoze occasionally and letting his mind swim throughout his life like a shark as usual. The house was always so quiet around the evenings. Integra had managed to get another secretary seeing as how his niece had managed to get a grand total of next to absolutely nothing done. As a matter of fact, had he not appointed Loraine to do Integra's paper work, it wouldn't have gotten done. This wasn't overly surprising from what he'd heard through his bedroom wall at night.
He set some dirty plates on a silver patter which he carried to the kitchen. The harsh Iridescence of the overhead lights glinted off of the stainless steel equipment used for washing and cooking. He couldn't have told you which was which. He just carried the dishes in and set them where one of the custodial people would pick them up. He went over some plans in his head for Alucard's next monstrous weapon and shot the schematics through his head. He disregarded the pitter-pat of feet that was probably Sir Integral and his beloved niece, and the skitter-scratch of rat's feet in the cellar.
He wandered through the shooting range and spoke with Dave, the desk man, about some new weapons and what that would mean for the range. 'An heir'. The Thought ripped through his mind like a merciless knife, tearing up this happy night. Who would Sir Integral marry? Eventually the fateful letter would come and mess up his happy little world. It was distant though so he could push it out of his mind.
The thing he couldn't push from his mind was the nagging feeling of uselessness that plagued his dreams.
No matter what the circumstances, he had always taken good care of Integral. After her father died he practically replaced him and continued to serve his family in the most honorable way he knew how. He was slowly becoming more and more obsolete and he felt like a rusty knife. Not only that but he didn't really have any friends around the castle. Alucard was more of a rival and Integral was almost his daughter. His family had been dispersed throughout the winds after a large fight over some inheritance and he hadn't heard from practically anyone in a while.
He had no where to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to lose. "A man like that s dangerous." he said under his breath, smiling from the corners of his mouth. He was the angel of death. He used to take out entire platoons of vampires and now what did he take out? Trash. He suddenly knew exactly how Alucard felt. Unfortunately, he, unlike Alucard did not have the privilege of waiting for an eternity or two for something interesting to bound along. "I'm all washed up." He sighed, drawing his hands together and closing his eyes momentarily. 'If only there were something for me to kill' he thought. He pushed the thought from his mind and smiled again. 'It's not as if there's been anything to do for a while.besides, there are better things to do with your time.' 'Like what, knit and sip tea? You're becoming bloody tart Walter. Think of all your wasted potential Walter.just think of it. You know as well as I that you still carry those strings with you at all times. You were the best. You could still be if it weren't for your weakness and servitude.'
He was walking down the halls of Hellsing Manor practically yelling at himself mentally now and he entered the main hall. The huge marble room looked like something you'd see in a capital building. The mahogany staircase stuck out in stark contrast to the smooth surfaces of the walls.
Crunch
He spun around and looked out one of the side windows, listening for the sound again.
Crunch, Crunch
These were outside behind him. He instinctively put on his notorious gloves and walked to the door. Odds are he was just being paranoid. Paying one swift glance to the huge chandelier that hung from the ceiling, he reached to open the door.
And the glass window to his left burst into clouds of shards, exploding into the room.
Commander James Davidson second platoon second regiment of the Iscariot's small army had been given this task because it was easy. Bust in, kill two wenches, bust out, and go have a beer. This was not supposed to be a difficult assignment. In and out.
He burst one of his powerful hands through the glass with ease, reaching around and grabbing the doorknob. He twisted it and tugged, opening the door into the room. His troops flooded in first, followed soon by him, according to plan. He rushed in last, readying his gun. His stoops stood in a large circle with an opening so he could step into it and start giving orders. There were ten men, all of which were as obedient as dogs. He reached up to scratch his throat when a voice whispered in his ear, "I wouldn't move if I were you."
His eyes scanned his troop's facemasks one by one. He could see the old man with the fishing wire behind him just as sure as he could feel that whatever was against his throat wasn't fishing wire. "Whaddyou want?" he grumbled in a low growl akin to something you might see in a Stephen King novel. His dodgy accent penetrated through the large hall, rebounding off the walls and revealing his fear. "Nothing you can give me. Tell your men to put down your weapons and you will all be given the privilege to walk out of here Scotch free." He looked around at the young men in their Uniforms. They appeared to be Iscariot but there's no way that they would dare. "I'll give you all too three." He spoke clearly and enunciated so that everyone could hear him in the small circle. "One." He looked around for compliances. No one had put down their weapons yet. "Two." He inhaled, ready for the kill he knew was coming. Still no one doing what he'd asked.
Suddenly the man in his arms twitched and he felt a stabbing pain in his left leg. "Three." He calmy said, whipping the string so as to decapitate the three men to his right. It was going to be a long evening judging from the knife in his leg. He ducked, rolling under a volley of bullets and ran along the all, towards unlucky number 234.
A/N Thanks for keeping up. Please R/R I'm looking for plot ideas so If anyone would mind helping me, I'd love it.
Walter went about his nightly routines, downing a Nodoze occasionally and letting his mind swim throughout his life like a shark as usual. The house was always so quiet around the evenings. Integra had managed to get another secretary seeing as how his niece had managed to get a grand total of next to absolutely nothing done. As a matter of fact, had he not appointed Loraine to do Integra's paper work, it wouldn't have gotten done. This wasn't overly surprising from what he'd heard through his bedroom wall at night.
He set some dirty plates on a silver patter which he carried to the kitchen. The harsh Iridescence of the overhead lights glinted off of the stainless steel equipment used for washing and cooking. He couldn't have told you which was which. He just carried the dishes in and set them where one of the custodial people would pick them up. He went over some plans in his head for Alucard's next monstrous weapon and shot the schematics through his head. He disregarded the pitter-pat of feet that was probably Sir Integral and his beloved niece, and the skitter-scratch of rat's feet in the cellar.
He wandered through the shooting range and spoke with Dave, the desk man, about some new weapons and what that would mean for the range. 'An heir'. The Thought ripped through his mind like a merciless knife, tearing up this happy night. Who would Sir Integral marry? Eventually the fateful letter would come and mess up his happy little world. It was distant though so he could push it out of his mind.
The thing he couldn't push from his mind was the nagging feeling of uselessness that plagued his dreams.
No matter what the circumstances, he had always taken good care of Integral. After her father died he practically replaced him and continued to serve his family in the most honorable way he knew how. He was slowly becoming more and more obsolete and he felt like a rusty knife. Not only that but he didn't really have any friends around the castle. Alucard was more of a rival and Integral was almost his daughter. His family had been dispersed throughout the winds after a large fight over some inheritance and he hadn't heard from practically anyone in a while.
He had no where to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to lose. "A man like that s dangerous." he said under his breath, smiling from the corners of his mouth. He was the angel of death. He used to take out entire platoons of vampires and now what did he take out? Trash. He suddenly knew exactly how Alucard felt. Unfortunately, he, unlike Alucard did not have the privilege of waiting for an eternity or two for something interesting to bound along. "I'm all washed up." He sighed, drawing his hands together and closing his eyes momentarily. 'If only there were something for me to kill' he thought. He pushed the thought from his mind and smiled again. 'It's not as if there's been anything to do for a while.besides, there are better things to do with your time.' 'Like what, knit and sip tea? You're becoming bloody tart Walter. Think of all your wasted potential Walter.just think of it. You know as well as I that you still carry those strings with you at all times. You were the best. You could still be if it weren't for your weakness and servitude.'
He was walking down the halls of Hellsing Manor practically yelling at himself mentally now and he entered the main hall. The huge marble room looked like something you'd see in a capital building. The mahogany staircase stuck out in stark contrast to the smooth surfaces of the walls.
Crunch
He spun around and looked out one of the side windows, listening for the sound again.
Crunch, Crunch
These were outside behind him. He instinctively put on his notorious gloves and walked to the door. Odds are he was just being paranoid. Paying one swift glance to the huge chandelier that hung from the ceiling, he reached to open the door.
And the glass window to his left burst into clouds of shards, exploding into the room.
Commander James Davidson second platoon second regiment of the Iscariot's small army had been given this task because it was easy. Bust in, kill two wenches, bust out, and go have a beer. This was not supposed to be a difficult assignment. In and out.
He burst one of his powerful hands through the glass with ease, reaching around and grabbing the doorknob. He twisted it and tugged, opening the door into the room. His troops flooded in first, followed soon by him, according to plan. He rushed in last, readying his gun. His stoops stood in a large circle with an opening so he could step into it and start giving orders. There were ten men, all of which were as obedient as dogs. He reached up to scratch his throat when a voice whispered in his ear, "I wouldn't move if I were you."
His eyes scanned his troop's facemasks one by one. He could see the old man with the fishing wire behind him just as sure as he could feel that whatever was against his throat wasn't fishing wire. "Whaddyou want?" he grumbled in a low growl akin to something you might see in a Stephen King novel. His dodgy accent penetrated through the large hall, rebounding off the walls and revealing his fear. "Nothing you can give me. Tell your men to put down your weapons and you will all be given the privilege to walk out of here Scotch free." He looked around at the young men in their Uniforms. They appeared to be Iscariot but there's no way that they would dare. "I'll give you all too three." He spoke clearly and enunciated so that everyone could hear him in the small circle. "One." He looked around for compliances. No one had put down their weapons yet. "Two." He inhaled, ready for the kill he knew was coming. Still no one doing what he'd asked.
Suddenly the man in his arms twitched and he felt a stabbing pain in his left leg. "Three." He calmy said, whipping the string so as to decapitate the three men to his right. It was going to be a long evening judging from the knife in his leg. He ducked, rolling under a volley of bullets and ran along the all, towards unlucky number 234.
A/N Thanks for keeping up. Please R/R I'm looking for plot ideas so If anyone would mind helping me, I'd love it.