Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter seven: FUBAR
ZR: Sorry for the uber long wait. Again, school, life, things in general…that and Ragnarok. As I type this I'm downloading it onto my pathetic computer. Two thing for Srgt. Spoon, First, Did not opy my ass off from Fall of Reach. Where in this fanfiction is it copied? Is it the Location, time thing? And Second, The Active Camoflauge, that WILL come out for the US military. It will utilize Nano cameras all over the fabric to take images, and send them to Nano displays on the opposite side of the suit. Sorry for my other readers, I just needed to clear things up. SRGT. Spoon, no hard feelings, If I upset you in any way, I apologise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, blah blah blah…
Location: Forest edge near Bastogne
Time: 2025 hours
Date: December 19, 2008
Flashes of light and thunderous explosions. This was all John, and his unit saw and heard for the past three days. The Germans had their position shelled every day, almost by clockwork. Flak 88s, 80mm artillery, anything they could come up with, they used. Seras and John could handle the punishment, but not the rest of the unit. Every time they were shelled, some men were lost. This time however, one important person was nearly lost. Amelia. The tree she was sniping from every once and a while was neatly bisected by an artillery shell, the portion she was sitting in, fell to the ground. She fell away from the falling treetop, and landed on the ground, hard. She was stunned from the impact that was until a tree branch impaled her in her chest. Part of her heart wall had been torn away from the branch, and she was loosing blood, fast.
John ran over to her, followed up by Seras shortly after. He knelt down and gently picked up her head, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. John knew better than to take the branch out that would surely seal her fate. There was only one hope for her.
"Amelia," he whispered to her, "Are you a virgin?"
"W-what?" she coughed.
"Are you a virgin?"
She was silent, staring into his blood red eyes. "Yes, yes I am. But why do you need to know that?"
"Do you want to come with us? It's the only way to save you Amelia."
"I…I don't know."
"Think quickly, time is not on your side now."
She tuned her head off to one side, and watched the snowfall. She smiled weakly, and turned her head back to look at him.
"Yes." She said quietly.
John's eyes glinted for a brief moment, as he opened his mouth, and slowly sank his elongated canine teeth into her flesh, relieving her of her mortal life.
Two hours later, the shelling had stopped a long time ago. The 8th bomber group silenced it. John and Seras sat in their Foxhole, along with Amelia, now wrapped up in a spare blanket they acquired from the supply tent. Amelia lay on her side in the frozen mud, staring off into space, her eyes, now blood red, blank and expressionless.
"Sir Integra is not going to like this sir," Seras said.
"Victoria, what does she like? If you haven't noticed, she can be a real hard ass when it comes to almost anything she deems 'unlikable', which is almost everything."
Seras stifled a laugh. She glanced over at Amelia, who still was staring off into space.
"How do you think she will handle the change?"
"It depends Victoria. For me, I handled it as a curse upon my life, at first, but then I realized what I had been shrouded from by the Pope. He had us blinded, and deceived from the real world. What he and his followers depicted as Heaven and Hell was incredibly inaccurate. You on the other hand, regarded it as leaving your human self behind, and becoming something so inhuman. And look how you turned out. Beautiful, simply adorable, humorous, and many other things I can't even begin to describe."
Seras blushed heavily, she tried to cover it up, but John's hand reached out and prevented her from doing so. She wrapped her hands around his, and held it tightly, until she heard bones beginning to crack. She quickly released his hand, and put hers back at her sides. He retracted his hand, now slightly deformed, twisted it a few times, flexed it, and put the hand back on his rifle.
"I'm sorry," she quickly said.
"Its no trouble Victoria." He reached over and prodded Amelia, "Hey, you awake over there?"
She did not stir. John tried again, still no reaction. John was about to prod her again, when she shook her head slightly, blinked her eyes a few times, and turned to look at him.
"Yes?"
"How's it going over there Amelia?"
She looked up into the sky, "Every thing seems so different now. They sky, it's no longer its usual color. Its red, its all so strange." She opened her mouth slightly, and ran her tongue over her now longer canines. "And most of all, I'm hungry, but for what? I try and think of a food I love, but it won't satisfy me."
"Here," John reached into his backpack and pulled fourth a blood packet, "This is what you'll be consuming from now on." He handed her the packet. She took it hesitantly. She studied the packet, and tore open one of the corners of the packet, and let the liquid dribble into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, and she poured the entire packet into her mouth, taking in every drop that entered her mouth. Once all of the blood had been consumed, she tore open the empty package and licked the entire inside surface of the packet.
"Well, she handled the first drink much different than you police girl." Alucard said.
"Alucard? What are you doing here?" replied Seras.
Alucard rose from the ground near their Foxhole, dressed the same as always.
"I just stopped by to see how you two lovebirds are doing."
"Hey, how are things back in London?" Inquired John.
"Blasted phones ringing off the hook, people streaming in and out of master's office, the usual."
John chuckled slightly, "It never changes huh? Sir Integra keeping up with it all?"
"Amazingly, yes." Alucard grinned, as if amused at his master's discomfort. He then looked down at Amelia; his grin grew into a smile, "Is this yours John?"
John glanced at Amelia, "Like you said for Seras, she made the choice herself. I only asked the question. I know Integra isn't going to like this."
"She didn't approve of Seras, and look how she turned out, a Sergeant in the Army. Not surprising that you are a Lieutenant of course."
John then looked up at the dark sky; he motioned them to be quiet.
"Ah shit."
"What is it?" asked Amelia.
"See for yourself," replied John, and pointed up at the sky.
Amelia stared up into the sky, trying to discern the object she was looking for, "I don't see it."
"Don't use your human eyes, use your third eye."
"My…Third eye?"
"Yes, don't use the normal way of looking."
Amelia concentrated, trying to use her 'third' eye. Then she saw it, or rather them. Dozens, scores of what appeared to be missiles.
"V1s, or "Buzz Bombs". I'm counting at least thirty…possibly thirty five."
"Thirty seven, to be exact."
A deafening explosion rang their ears, shortly followed by an intense flash of light, "Thirty six," corrected Seras.
"Just like at the Battle of London." Remarked John, "Amelia, you think you can fire your .50 caliber sniper rifle?"
"I don't know," she thought for a split second, "But I'll try anyway."
John handed her the .50 caliber rifle, she took it up gingerly in her hands, shouldered it, and pointed it up at the dark night sky. She steadied her shaking legs, and fired a trio of rounds; three small blossoms of fire entered the night sky.
"Seras, fire as well."
"Yes sir!"
Seras shouldered her Harconnen, and fired as well. Ten more crimson fireballs erupted into the sky as Amelia and Seras fired upon the V1 flying bombs. Two thirds of what was left continued on their path, while the rest nose-dived toward their location.
"Shit," John got his rifle from the foxhole, and began to fire as well. Alucard joined in, firing his Jackal and Casull in rapid succession. To no avail, there were simply too many for them.
"Shit," John stopped firing, "Everyone scatter! Spread out! Spread out!"
Nearby soldiers scattered and ran, while Alucard phased into the ground, Seras vacated the vicinity, john scooped up Amelia, and ran as fast as he could. Just in time, as the remaining V1s impacted the frozen ground where they had just stood momentarily. John Amelia, and Seras were thrown into the air, twenty meters from where they stood. The foxhole was completely obliterated, along with the surrounding trees and shrubs.
When the fire and smoke had cleared, a twenty-meter wide crater now replaced the three-meter wide foxhole. John, Seras and Amelia lay under a pile of broken tree limbs, soil, and snow. John pushed off a large tree trunk that covered him, Seras and Amelia.
"Well, that was fun," commented Amelia.
"Just a bit," added Seras.
John pushed the tree trunk off to the side; he reached back, and felt the two-inch wide hole left by a stunted branch in his back, "That was FUBAR, just plain FUBAR."
"What wrong? And what's FUBAR?" asked Seras.
"Never before in my life have I been impaled by a tree branch. Never. And FUBAR mean Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition."
"Ouch, did it hurt?" asked Amelia.
"Just a bit, not too much. Its not that bad." He replied as black tendrils crisscrossed the open wound and healed it completely. Then repaired the torn fabric of his body armor.
"Well, this has been an interesting day."
"For who, you or me?"
"I think Amelia the most."
"Yeah, I've been impaled many times in my life. Amelia on the other hand."
"All right sir, you're right."
ZR: Wow, that took longer than I expected to type...Oh well, I hope I get some more reviews for this cuz I am Review Hungry! (RAWRR)