Order 17: Humor and Anger
Anderson's Dorm. 6:00 P.M.
Sleep hadn't come easily for Anderson. Well, it would have if he hadn't stopped by Skey's room and let her confess to him. He couldn't even imagine the hell she had gone through. Course, Anderson himself had enough experiences of hell...the hell that basically made him what he was today. His fingers trailed down the scar on his face in a sluggish manner, his mind becoming emerged in his own memories which no one knew either. He remembered long ago what Hellsing's little Alucard called him. Failed science experiment...Ah, who cared? He got up and turned on the lamp on the small shelf. As he glanced around and viewed the hundreds of books laying here and there. What's the point of taking a nap? He would be called for an assignment shortly, and one hour wasn't enough for sleep. So...he started to straighten up his own dorm room.
Maxwell's Office. 6:00 P.M.
Skey had been called to Maxwell's office for a private meeting before work. He was busy writing a letter to send to Integra about the incident last night with the vampire. Skey came in, looked around and was a bit uneasy about having to face Maxwell herself. Maxwell looked up and stopped writing, gesturing for her to take a seat. She did and so the meeting would commence.
" I understand you have little regard for me, Sister Skey. Isn't that right?"
" I won't lie. Of course it is."
Maxwell knew so. Maxwell just calmed himself and told himself to remember what he saw in the training room. He then saw an ambitious woman who would have stopped at nothing to achieve her goals. As he got up and came out from behind his desk, he began to pace behind the chair Skey sat in. His hands were held behind his back as he did so. A silence fell between them for a second. Skey glanced around the tidy, well-lit office. It was so clean and spotless of dust. No doubt the maids and tenants that are hired to keep this place clean. the letter he was writing had a half page full of small cursive writing. Before she got too emerced in her daydreaming Maxwell brought her back by saying his speech to her.
" Skey Seryc. You were brought into this Organization by one of our agents who was bent on keeping you here no matter what. After your rehabilitation from your drug addiction, you became this egotistical, oboxious little brat! You disobey rules, you don't follow orders and you have the mind to even talk back and DARE to punch your own superior! You give us all dirty looks and have these temper tantrums! Worse, you keep so many secrets! One of which was important for us to know! You knew what vampire was causing this continental epidemic! And you had dared to keep such an important bit of information from us! Do you realize how valuable that information could be to us? To know that vampire is in OUR city now and roaming OUR streets!"
Skey had no way of talking back cause what he said was true. The only way she would be able to talk back was to spill her guts about her past and her vendetta against Malakai. That wasn't about to happen. What Skey did was close her eyes and let Maxwell yell at her. It was a sure fact that he would conjure up some kind of reasons to continue his bantering. The man never had anything nice to say to anyone. If he was, you would suspect it to be a lie or to flatter you in hopes of making you listen.
Time went by and so did Maxwell's scoldings. Skey watched the round clock on the wall, watching the second hand tick, the minute hand moving so slowly. Then finally, he said something she never expected him to say.
" ...but despite your neglectance of the rules around the Vatican and other rules established by Section XIII...you have proven yourself to be a fierce fighter. Anderson's reports of your will to get into battle, and witnessing myself the training you had engaged in last night...has proven your determination. You're still a green horse here, Skey. So don't think I am considering you one of the best...yet. If you would learn to control your emotions once in a while, and obey the orders given to you, I just may give you a bit more credit then what I hold for you now. Anderson did train you well, but apparently, you didn't take on the manners and priority to obey. If you really do hate me, Skey...then prove me wrong about my assumptions of you being an rambunctious and ambiguous little brat. You're dismissed."
Skey got up and left quickly. Maxwell's complimenting scared the living daylights out of her! Did someone slip something into his tea? Some Iscariot agents were heading the opposite way of her, possibly to go retrieve their assignments from Maxwell. outside, the sky was dark. Still she could see the outline of the trees and bushes. The lights were dim down this hallway and it made it a bit too eerie. Down the hall Yumie was approaching. Skey smiled and waved to her.
" Hey, Yumie!"
The girl noticed and both met up, and started talking. Yumie had just come from Heinkel's room. Heinkel herself was still cleaning her guns and loading them up for tonight. Yumie said that's why she always liked swords. No cleaning so frequently and you didn't need any kind of ammunition for them! Both girls started walking down the hallways and such until they were addressed to come and get their assigments for the night.
"...So, has Anderson been any different lately?"
" Psh, ho would I know, Yumie? The guy's more enigmatic than I am."
She gave a laugh and both changed the subject to the job. Both had their theories on why a vampire was doing this, but Skey's was the only right one. Yuie didn't know the reason or even the connection Skey had to the vampire causing all of this and Skey herself tried to pretend there was no connection. While they wandered down hallways, they finally came to the dorms where Anderson was at. His door was open and there were many books piled outside. Both the girls looked at one another and was wondering what he was doing. So both came near the door and poked their heads inside to see him cleaning his room up! Both of them had eyes as wide as saucers seeing him taking books and stacking them neatly while he moved his bed around and made a bit more room for the books. Then it was too much. They couldn't hold silence anymore as they both fell down onto their rears and started laughing uncontrollably. Skey laid down and was holding her stomach laughing.
" Whit? Whit's wrong wi' the both O' ye?"
Anderson had stopped, stood up and was still holding a book. the girls, Skey and Yumie, were on the floor laughing. It finally occured to him they were laughing at him!
" Hey! Whit? Ae guy cannae clean his room? Ye act like it's ae sin or something!"
" Yeah, but...Anderson, I mean it's YOU. Alexander Anderson! The Paladin, the Killing Judge...cleaning his room! AHAHA! Wait till I tell the other priests!"
" YE WIDNA' DARE, SKEY!"
At this moment, he chucked the book at Skey which he knew she'd roll over and dodge. As predicted, she rolled and the book hit the ground. Skey sat up now, wiping the tears from her eyes and calming her laughter down. Anderson looked at her with a furious look and Yumie even feared he'd throw a bayonet at Skey. Instead all he did was flail his arms and rant. Yumie hurriedly went off with the excuse that Heinkel might be ready to go now. Skey stood up, putting her hands up and giving him a nervous look.
" Ok, I won't tell. I swear. Ok?"
Anderson nodded with a simmering anger then went back to straightening up. Meanwhile, Skey invited herself in and sat on the bed watching him. He ignored her, mumbling sometimes words as he was now putting all his books in alphabetical order. Skey picked up a book that was laying on the bed and flipped through it. The whole book taught a form of exorcism for creatures such as vampires and pure demons. This book went into detail not just about spells, but about vampires and demons themselves. Their backround, attitudes, elusiveness and cunning ways of blending in with humans. It showed vulgar pictures of how some of these demons and vampires looked in real form and the vampire they showed not just the usual poster of a Dracula or anything, but of a hideous beast with eyes everywhere, and another picture of it being able to regroup its body together. Skey hadn't seen this book at all. She knew vampires had supreme strength, ability to turn others into ghouls or vampires, the disadvantages of crossing running water and dying if a wooden stake is run through their heart. Yet this...the unholy power they also are able to possess was this? Did Malakai as well, know these strengths to his being a vampire? If so, then what kind of threat did he still present to Iscariot, to Hellsing and to the world? She thought to ask Anderson about this, but seeing as her making fun of his cleaning his room, she didn't bother. She placed the book back where it was and laid back on the fluffy pillow thinking. Skey realized she had been a fool to take on Malakai himself but she wanted so bad not to just beat him herself, but to maybe prove to the others she was capable of being an Iscariot agent.
" Whit's the matter, noo Skey?"
Anderson had stopped and saw her in a thoughtful mood. To knock her out of it, he threw the can of furniture polish and a rag onto her stomach. It worked.
" Oh...um nothing. Hey, I thought you were going to help me clean MY room though."
" (grins) Ah will. dinna worry. Ah jus got tired O' looking at ma heap O' ae dump. Yer the yin tha' said ah should clean it up, richt?"
" Yeah, yeah...well, I'm going to go and grab a quick snack from the kitchen. Have fun!"
Ske dashed off out of Anderson's room heading for the kitchen. It was true she was hungry. Her stomach made gurgles and growls, demanding her to feed it. On her way there, a group of young priests, possibly no older than Skey, were standing around talking. They were Iscariot agents but were like the rest of them waiting for their orders.Skey didn't stop until she heard their conversation and realized they were talking about her!
" I don't know who Anderson thinks he is shoving me around like that. I mean, come on, even HE has to admit Skey is one fine girl. The other girls in the Organization are ok, but I think Skey's the best and by far most good looking. But no one can hardly talk to her cause she is always hanging around that giant, behemoth Anderson! I bet you anything she dishes it out to him whenever he asks!"
Skey's eyes slanted, her left one twitching with anger. What these priests didn't know were supposedly manners and the sin of speaking so loudly about something they didn't understand. Granted they were young, but even they should know better than to gossip about things they don't know like some school girls! A rising laughter came from the group as they started talking about other vulgar things. Skey had it. She unsheathed one sword and by time the priests turned their head to see what it was, the sword was thrown. It slashed through the man's gray trench coat and then into the wall, pinning him there. Skey simply stood there with angry eyes at the three priests. Her fists were clenched in anger. The other two were scared and ran off before Skey could get a hold of them. The one priest was struggling to get free but Skey wouldn't allow it. She strode over to him, grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall.
" You stupid idiot! You're a priest, aren't you? Start acting like one you God damned fuckhead! I'm tired of hearing stories spread about me that are not even true or are so over exaggerated that it isn't even the trurth anymore! Where do you get off gossiping like some high school girl? Huh! How would you like me to start spreading rumors about what you think of the Sisters in the organization! Oogling them like som PIG! Get the hell out of my face!"
Skey pulled the sword out of the wall, sheathed it and headed to the kitchen but with anger. The one priest straitened his coat out and was shaking with fright. He'd seen a side of Skey he never seen before. But as he thought long and hard about it, she had a reason to be mad at him. He gave a shamed sigh and walked off to his own destination.
