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Enjoy chapter 8…?
As requested by me, here is one for Pip! As usual, enjoy and if you wish, don't forget to review.
-up to the 6th manga
Fair warning: this one's a bit perverted. Though, I went to the more serious side of Pip…gotta have his French pervert side, though too. Though, there is no hinting about his and Seras's "relationship".
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"Anyone who wants to run, run…"
He grinned slightly, wrapping the long braid around his neck as he remembered the words that he spoke to his men each time they went into battle. Holding up his hand, he counted down.
…3…
…2…
…1…
Kicking down the door, they raced in, killing and completing their mission. Later they would laugh about it but for now they stood in somber silence. All remembering and praying for the souls.
He wasn't a very religious man, but sometimes you just had to save a soul to save your own. Even though they were all going to Hell anyways.
With the job done and the money handed out, he watched as his men laughed and jeered at each other, cracking jokes and screwing around. They were at a strip bar, but instead of concentrating on the barely clothed girl in front of him, he lapsed into a deep silence, letting his mind wander. His men must have noticed because they questioned him.
A wave of the hand silenced them.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he looked back up, enjoying the view.
Heh…boobs…
The next more came and saw to it that he had a massive hangover and a completely strange girl giggling over him.
"Aw, crap…"
"That's what you said last night."
Not bothering to ask any questions or answer any strange looks, he gathered his stuff, pushing out the room.
And into the awaiting arms of destiny.
(Present day)
Sighing, he leaned back in the chair, rubbing in his eye. He remembered clearly what happened next, though he really wished it had happened perhaps to someone else. After all, he wouldn't be putting the Wild Geese right in the wolves' mouths. His stare hardened as he shook the thoughts from his mind.
"I am so glad I could meet up with you, Sir. Hellsing requires your assistance."
"Hellsing?"
He took the offer, knowing full well what would happen…what was waiting for him and his men.
"Listen up! We've got a new job…and it'z going to be one Hell of a joy ride."
He stood, pulling out his gun, his gaze hard.
"Dogs of War, zat's us! Let's get zem!"
Pulling his hat down over his face, he raced out of the small room. Flipping the braid over his shoulder, he drew a fag" from his coat pocket before shoving it in his mouth; years of practice letting him light it in just seconds.
As he ran towards the scene of death, his mind wandered back to when he was naught but a kid.
"Mum…where's Papa?"
"He'z…away."
"He'z always away…"
"Your papa iz busy..."
"KILLER! You whole family! Zey are killers!"
"Even your own Papa was killed in Colombia. What, you mean you didn't know?"
He cleared away the thoughts that chased each other around in his mind, mixing with his orders.
"Why would you kill someone?"
"For money…"
It was always about the money. He sighed slightly, shaking his head. When this was all over, he was going to have to go to a club…surely there were a lot of women with big boobs. A perverted smile flitted across his face. He loved boobs…
"Let's go die, dogs."
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