Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter 2: Off duty
ZR: Yesh, as you can see by the previous chapter, this sequel is more serious than the last….by a lot.
Disclaimer: Same as it ever was…JUST THE SAME AS IT EVER WAS!
Location: Scotland, MI boot camp Number 23
Time: 2234 hours
Date: September 19, 2008
John lay in his bunk, within his private tent, reading 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. He was just about to put the book down to get a sip from his blood packet, when there came a knock on his door. He sat up straighter in his bunk as he put the book away, "Yes?"
"May I come in?"
He recognized the voice, it was Seras. She usually went to his tent for him to sign papers, to receive a visitor from higher up, and the like. He swung his legs over the side of the bunk, "Come in," the door opened and Seras calmly walked inside with no papers, no other person, nothing. Just herself in her blue clad uniform. She still looked as beautiful as ever to John, still since their marriage almost two years previous.
"Do you know what today is John?"
"September 19th, 2008. Why?"
"We were married on the 20th of this month John."
He cursed himself in his mind, 'Jesus, I completely forgot!'
'I heard that.'
And again, he cursed himself for forgetting she could read thoughts. He taught her after all, with the help from Alucard. Seras sat next to him, and wrapped her arms around his torso. She leaned her head on his shoulder, "Its alright, I forgive you. Don't be hard on yourself, it's not your fault."
He hugged her, "I know that darling, I know that."
She hugged him back, "You're too tense sweetie, you need to loosen up a bit, relax."
"How can I relax Seras? You never know when the Freaks could attack us, they control all of southern England, they've been attacking America, Russia, Japan, and all the rest, but mostly England for Christ's sake! LA is smoldering, Austin is under siege, Moscow is deserted, and Tokyo has street fights, its war an all out World War!"
Seras just looked up at him, she was used to his anger rants, and he had them all the time when he was upset such as now, "You done love?"
John sighed heavily, "Yeah, I think I am."
"You feel better?"
"Much," he hugged her tightly, "This is just stressful, for all of us."
"It truly is," she said as she kissed him on his lips, her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to her. John responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, drawn to her by her arms. She fell backwards from his weight upon her, yet she showed no sign of stopping, or letting up.
They landed on the bunk together, Seras on the bottom, John on top. One of John's hands inched its way down to Seras' thigh and started to massage it slightly. Seras moaned slightly in pleasure between closed lips. She gasped slightly as the other hand went up to her breast, but still, she made no move to stop him.
John's hand on her thigh started to increase. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and began to nibble affectionately.
"Don't go biting off more than you can chew dear," She whispered into his ear.
"I have all I need right here," he said as he mocked bit her neck. He was rewarded by this action, with a swift nudge in his side that sent him gasping for breath. He looked at her in her eyes, "That was uncalled for!"
"And you deserved it."
"That's why I married you Seras," he grinned slightly.
"Hmm?"
"I married you because of your attitude, your spunkyness. You remind me of my younger years, an I love you for that," he kissed her tenderly on the lips
"How romantic," she replied sweetly, "Just like you wedding vow."
"I can still remember it, 'Through dawn till dusk, for all of time, may our love only cease when all of existence fail to continue.' It still warms my heart every time I remember it."
"You're cold undead heart," she stated matter-of-factly.
He nipped her neck again, "Don't make me hurt you."
"And why would you?"
"Only if you forced me to," he rose up from her body, "Now if you excuse me, I have some paper work that has been calling me for a while now."
She tugged slightly on his chest, "Don't worry about it, you have all night to do it."
He stayed there, debating whether he should or shouldn't comply with her request, "Alright, just this once," and he reentered their wonderful romantic world.
Location: Scotland, MI boot camp Number 23Time: 1200 hours
Date: September 23, 2008
"MOVE IT SOLDIERS!" yelled John as his trainees ran through the obstacle course. The course comprised mainly of ramps, ropes, bridges, walls, and gaps, which the soldiers had to cross in order to ring the bell stationed on a platform 100 yards from the starting position, "My Grandma can move faster than you weaklings, and she's been dead for over a millennia!"
He spotted a soldier having trouble getting over an eight-meter wall, he recognized this soldier, Amelia. She was never really physically fit; she wasn't that truly smart either, she had one hell of an eye sight though, her accuracy was unmatched by her human companions, she rivaled Seras in her accuracy, though she could never get even close, she was still far beyond the norm of her human companions.
She finally reached the top of the wall, but slipped, she fell back to the ground. His super sensitive hearing could hear the defined crunch and snap of bones breaking, "MEDIC!" he heard someone cry.
He rushed over to where she lay on the ground, her leg bent in an unfamiliar way, bone slightly protruding from the lower part of the leg. The Medical team arrived shortly after he did, along with the rest of the squad.
"Stand back every one, give her some room," he motioned for them to move back as the Med team arrived with a stretcher, "That won't be necessary," he said to them. He tore away the pant leg of the broken leg. He placed his hands on the wound; she didn't even wince from the touch. The skin underneath his hands began to glow slightly. The blood stopped flowing from the wound, and the bone moved back into her leg with sickening snaps. In a few seconds, her leg was completely repaired, like nothing happened at all.
"Thank you sir," she stood up cautiously as though expecting her leg to collapse underneath her.
"Obstacle course training done for today, next up, firing range," The soldiers stood there dumbfounded by his decision, they still had another half hour to finish the course, "I need not to repeat my self, move it!"
At the firing range, John walked steadily past the soldiers in their booths giving them pointers, or to just encourage them. He stopped at Amelia; she was at the far end of the firing range, where soldiers practiced firing from the prone posistion. She was firing the hefty, bulky, and just plain big, .50 cal sniper rifle. Even for her, it still looked big. He stood behind her and waited for her to fire the round into the target down range. An earsplitting crack filled his ears, but he made no motion to cover them. Amelia pulled the bolt back, releasing the empty round from the chamber.
"Impressive Amelia. One correction though."
"Sir?" She seemed not startled by his silent appearance behind her.
"Your shots are off by a few centimeters. Let me look at the scope."
She stood up and hefted the rifle to him; he took it without any difficulty. He lifted the rifle up to his eye level, adjusted the scope so slightly that it looked like he never even adjusted it. He handed the rifle back to her, and she proceeded to fire once again, "Remember to exhale slowly before you fire, and to time the rhythm of your heart-beats to make sure you're as still as possible." This was the standard procedure that every sniper underwent in their special training. He made a mental note on her capabilities for future reference.
Another deafening crack filled the air as she fired another round into the target far down the range. John smiled slightly, "Very good Amelia, very good. You are my best sniper student I've ever seen."
"Thank you sir," she replied grimly.
ZR: Yeah, Amelia does have more to do with he story than just as a side character. You'll see, YOU ALL SEE!...Okay, stop shouting at the sky again...(ubersweatdrop)