A/N: Umm.. there was something I forgot to mention last time, but I can't remember what it is. Anyways, sorry if anyone seems OOC, I'm trying, but sometimes the story just cries for a character to act a certain way.
"Sir Hellsing, you might want to hear this." Walter said as he stared at the computer screen. "It says that the serial killers that had died in the asylum in Manchester have mysteriously disappeared from the morgue not to long ago. They had died from blood loss, mind you." Integra straightened back up and sighed. They should have found this sooner; she knew there was going to be body bags coming home.
Seras loaded a cartridge into her gun, as she watched a freak attack one of the men. She set it and aimed, but it was too late. She watched in horror as the chipped freak hooked a claw under the chin of the soldier and tore his head off his body, complete with spine. The monster leaned back letting the separated body part drip into his mouth. The police girl screamed and let off a round, obliterating the creature into dust. Seras wiped a tear from her face, she had to be brave. The monsters seemed stronger than before, and in here, there was what seemed to be an endless supply of them. She flipped around at a gurgling behind her. A female freak had torn the throat of one of the men; he was still alive as she made lacerations down his arm. The gurgles were his attempts to scream. Seras picked up his gun and shot the abomination through the chest, making sure to kill the dieing soldier as well. She had never seen them so cruel, so nasty. None of them cared about the threat around them; they paid more attention causing pain and torture.
A bullet ripped through a mob of freaks in the room. Another shot slaughtered a countless amount of others. Seras sighed as a hand went through yet another. Her master finally joined the fight. She watched amazed as he took down one after another, they where no problem to him at all. Alucard sneered as he ripped through the freaks one by one with only his hand.
"You are all pathetic rubbish." He stated drawing his gun on five more, "You don't deserve to have the little power you do wield." With a pull of the trigger, he cleared the room of chipped freaks.
"Oh my God…" Seras whispered as she walked into the laboratory. Blood painted the walls crimson, and entrails even hung from the ceiling. The men covered themselves from the putrid smell and scouted the area for more freaks.
"Looks like they didn't want leave any evidence." A corporal stated and pointed to one of the lesser maimed bodies, "these were the human scientists that conducted the research." Seras nodded and looked and moved on to the next room, where there was just more carnage.
"Ma'am, I think you should see this." A soldier said as he ran over to her, "we found a room that has been sealed off. We were going to just put it off until Private Rangel noticed that the way the blood was smeared, it kind of looks like some sort of symbol."
The police girl followed him back and further into the basement. They came to a huge barricaded door with a strange symbol drawn in died blood. A body was lying close by; one of the hands had been cut off.
"We believe he's the one that drew the symbol, and died from blood loss before he could escape. Ma'am… I think whatever's behind here they were intent on disposing of, or taking it with them, because we encountered a lot of freaks down trying to get in." Seras nodded and set up her gun. The men stood back.
"Then let's just see what's behind door number one." She said and pulled the trigger. The shell ripped into the door and stuck, not going all the way through.
"Wow, guess it's strong-"the soldier stated but was cut off by a Seras' raised finger.
"Wait for it." She said. With that the shell exploded, leaving a three foot hole giving way to the room inside. Seras walked up to the room after the dust had cleared. A slight burning hit her chest, but she dismissed it as she stepped through the hole.
She took a few steps and froze. Pain was searing through her boots. As she gasped, the burning in her chest grew stronger, forcing her to the ground. The lining to the floor scorched her open skin and her lungs burned from the oxidized silver in the air. She couldn't move, she couldn't scream. The whole room was lined with silver; each second was torture to her body. Seras Victoria felt herself dieing. A tear hit her face as in her heart she apologized to her master for failing him.