Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter 12: Sibling Rivalry
ZR: I so apologize for yet another uber long update. This one has a good reason as well. I was getting a new computer, and was transferring all of my documents to the new one, when our computer had some trouble, now all of the work is gone. So I had to read the last chapter in order to get my bearings. Again, I apologize for the delay.
"Fredrick? I thought you were dead!"
Fredrick chuckled at his remark, a dark chuckle that made a shiver run up John's spine, "John, my naïve little brother, why do you think I am standing here today? Hmm?"
"You were attacked by wolves. They sent out a search party. All they found were scraps of your clothing, and blood stains in the snow. We all thought you were dead! Mother never stopped crying!"
"Yes, I know John. But can you explain why I am here, or must I do it for you?"
"…Then…Those weren't wolves…But werewolves?"
"Correct! The blind vampire sees!"
"But, why are you with the Nazis?"
"The Nazis? This was the only way I could easily find you. I've been searching for you for a long time brother."
"Why?"
"So many questions brother. I wanted to help you and the allies in their crusade against the Nazis."
John stood there for a moment, before whipping out his sidearm, grabbing Fredrick by his jacket and pushing the barrel into his forehead. "And why would I trust you god damn Nazi?"
"Because, I have information that will greatly help out in their war effort. Information on strategies, base locations, and certain dates of interest."
John paused, and then slowly released his grip on him. The gun dropped slowly, and returned to its holster. Just as Fredrick was dusting himself off, John struck out, and punched him in the temple. Fredrick stumbled and collapsed into a desk, unconscious.
John, looked back at his squad, and got some puzzled looks from them, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
Back at the rendezvous point, John had Joseph keep watch, while Mui and Shawn tended to the wounds of the squad, John took care of Seras, Fredrick was hogtied and gagged, no need to tend to him anyway.
"How are you feeling Seras?"
"Terrible. Tired, starving, all of my muscles are aching. That just about sums it up."
John rummaged around in his pack, and pulled out a blood packet, "Here, you need it more that I do."
Seras took it from his hands, bit off a corner and drank solemnly, "So, what the deal with your brother? I mean, why'd you hit him?"
John chuckled a bit, "I have my reasons, one of which is that we used to compete at nearly everything we did. I don't know why, but we just did. He usually won though. The second is because he never came back home to tell us that he was alive. Well, can't really blame him for not though, being a werewolf and everything. Our village would have torn him apart if they found out." He sighed before continuing, "But still, through it all, we still loved each other in the brotherly sort of way."
"I wish I had a brother or sister."
"Depends on the situation, they could be all nice and everything, or just plain bad. Fredrick was a combination of the two. It's almost bittersweet to have one."
Shawn walked up to the two, "John, they're all patched up sir. We're ready to get to the extraction point when you are."
John looked at Seras, "Can you handle a short walk?"
"If by short you mean a couple of miles?" She finished off the packet, "I'm good."
"Good, but when we get back, you're getting evaluated, then some bed rest. You need it."
"Yes sir."
"Mui, you're on rear, Joseph on point. The evac point is five klicks South-South East of our position, let move." John reached down, and hefted Fredrick over his shoulders.
It was another thirty minutes before they reached the evac point. Their flight had not arrived yet.
"Alright, let's make camp, no fires though. We don't want to be spotted."
"Roger that sir." replied Mui.
"Joseph, stay on watch, I'll get HQ on the horn."
"Roger." He slung his sniper, and leaped into the closest tree, disappearing into the foliage.
John retrieved the squad radio from his backpack, and dialed in the frequency for HQ, he made sure it was a secure channel before he opened the line, "Lieutenant John to HQ, John to HQ. Package has been retrieved."
"HQ here, Package retrieval acknowledged. Evac is enroute."
"One slight change is the order sir."
"What's wrong?"
"We've secured a Nazi officer; he claims to have Intel vital for the war."
"Good work Lieutenant."
"However, I would like to conduct the interrogation myself."
There was a long pause on the other end.
"HQ, are you reading?"
"Yes Lieutenant. I was just conferring with my superior. He is giving you permission to do so, when you return."
"Thank you sir."
"Evac is inbound, ETA five minutes."
"Roger HQ, Lieutenant John out."
"There is no need for this silly interrogation John. You know I will gladly give up the information to you-"
He was cut off by a backhand to the side of his face. Fred was tied up in a chair with rope that had silver threads imbedded in it, making it nearly impossible to break loose.
"That was for leaving our family." A knee to his face was what came next, "That was for not telling us you've survived!" He took out his pistol and shot off his ear, "And that was for siding with the Nazis!"
Fredrick kept his head to the side, letting the blood pour from his wound, which healed quickly enough, "I had to do all of that. And you of all people should know that, because you yourself have been transformed into a monster. Did you not have to hide from our family? Did you?"
John stood there. He was right, he thought, he had to make sure he was not discovered by his family after his death. John went to the door and left the room, leaving Fredrick all alone.
John left the detention center, and made his way to his vehicle in the garage. He left the complex and drove to Camp Bravo Nineteen. All the way, his mind seethed with anger at his brother and himself. He checked himself, and banished the thoughts from his mind. He did not want to rant again to Seras.
When he arrived, he left his vehicle and headed for the officer tents, more specifically, his. He opened the door to his tent, took but four steps into his tent, when the door behind him slammed shut, and the blinds drawn close. Naturally, his hand went to his sidearm, but stopped dead before it touched the grip. A grin made its way across his face, as he knew who it was.
"Alright Seras, If you want."
ZR: Sorry for the cliffie. But I again, document troubles, and the like. Updates should be comming qucker because Summer is on its way!