Washing away the grime
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its characters. For now. One day I dare to dream that they shall be mine, but alas they shall not. That doesn't mean however that I can't use them to my own cruel devises. All original characters are mine.
The door let out a spine chilling creak as I pushed it open. Quickly I snapped my eyes shut so as not to be blinded by the white light I'm sure is waiting for me. With a snap of my wrist I shut the door behind me. Yet again it creaked. The noise even creepier with my eyes shut. What is it with this place and creaking doors anyways? Have they ever heard of oil? All it takes is a quick sprits and tada no more creaking. Bloody lazy scientists.
I guess I should open my eyes. I'll never be able to get ready with my eyes shut like this, but the white is so bright. It hurts my eyes. Maybe if I slowly open my eyes it won't be as bad. You know get them to adjust to the light slowly little by little or whatever you want to call it. Come on you can do it. Of course you can do it you're perfect remember? Yes that's right I'm perfect so why am I acting like a big baby. Maybe it's because you are a big baby. HEY! I am not a baby! I'm just new to this whole actually living thing. Baby! You're acting like a weak little child. Remember what you said you're going to put ice around your heart, and become as tough as stone. Shed your humanity and all that jazzy crap. Now would be a good time to start. Alright, alright. No need to get all snippy about it miss. Stick up your ass girl. You do realize you're talking about yourself right? I mean you're just talking to yourself. Oh right forgot about that. Lived in solitary to much I guess. You're such an idiot. Hey! I resent that. Just open your damn eyes, and stop stalling.
Wow, I really should stop talking to myself. I only insult myself. Oh well what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? Ok so on the count of three I'll slowly start to open my eyes. 1. I really hate the color white. 2. Craig looked really funny in that dress. 3. I want a pony. Reluctantly I slited my eyes just the tiniest bit.
It's a wonder my eyes didn't pop out of their eye sockets and into my hands. I'm pretty sure my jaw has just about reached the floor. Suffice to say the room is far from being white. Nope the complete opposite to be exact. It's done in a very appealing black and burgundy motif. By no means is this room as small as I thought it would be. I was thinking I was going to get a small out of the way room with a bed, and maybe a toilet or something. This room is huge! In the right side of the room there is a enormous four poster canopy bed. It looks like it's made out of mahogany. Just a few feet away is a matching armoire. It to is humongous. Placed at the foot of the bed is a you guessed it matching chest. To the left of the room there is a very big and comfortable looking couch, a plasma screen TV, DVD player, A surround sound stereo system that has my shaking in my boots already.
Well at least if I had boots on, or any type of shoes for that matter. Anyways on with the visual tour. On the far wall theirs at least 5 bookcases full of books, a comfy looking lounge chair, and what looks like a closet. What really draws your attention though is the center of the room. A beautiful yes matching table is set up in the dead center of the room with a solitary chair. The real eye catcher is the see through drapes artfully strewn about it. Giving it that exotic, sophisticated look.
Careful to not touch anything with my slimy, dirty hands I walked through the room. My feet feel like their in heaven with this wonderful carpet beneath my feet. A door a I hadn't noticed before caught my attention. This must be the adjoining bathroom. YAYA! Bathroom. With the way things are looking it should be as big as a small apartment.
"Thank the flying monkeys things are looking up!"
Ha! Flying monkeys I like that. With a little bounce in my step I rushed over to the door. A loud bang echoed through the walls of the tile bathroom as I slammed the door open. Just as I thought the bathroom is ginormus. The countertops are a beautiful ebony marble. The bathtub alone could probably fit 3 of me, and it looks like it's a Jacuzzi. The shower could be a room in itself. It can fit like 25 people. Well, ok maybe not 25 of me, but you get the point. Of course theirs the standard toilet, sink, and mirror.
With a room like this maybe being an assassin won't be that bad. I mean look at all these perks. What are you talking about? These people command you like some pet dog, and you say that it can't be that bad because you get a nice room. Have you gone bloody mad? Shut up inner self! I am no ones dog, and I will set myself free eventually. For now though I'm going to have my fun, and find out who the bloody hell I am. You're such an idiot. Did you know that? Yea so what. I've been locked up in solitary for 7 years. Living off whatever bugs came by. I think I deserve the right to be an idiot when I'm all by lonesome self don't you think. Whatever just so long as you don't get killed in the process, proceed in being the idiot that you truly are? Well now that I have you're approval.
Sigh I really have to work on not talking to myself. I should get cleaned up I suppose. Don't want to be late to my precious training. From the looks of me. It will take 3 hours for me to get even half way clean. Jumping in the shower I started the water up careful not to be hit by the steady stream. HHMM… There isn't any soap, or shampoo, or conditioner for that matter. Where to look where to look. Ah HA the cupboard under the sink should be the thief of my much needed necessities. Operation shower is under way. Adrielle moving in. Doing some rolls and tumbles I arrived kneeling in front of the cupboard. Opening the doors I found what I wanted, but the catch is there are too many choices. Their must be 100 different shampoos, and soaps. How am I supposed to choose from this vast selection?
I don't feel like going through them all right now. I'll just grab at random, and hope they smell good. Doing just that I jumped up from the floor, and tore what is left of the rags from my body. I left them on the floor as I jumped into the shower necessities in hand.
A contented sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes enjoying the warm spray of water over my naked body. My muscles started to relax, and I placed my arm against the wall resting all my weight on that. Slowly I let my head fall forward.
Watching the water going down the drain I was slightly fascinated, and disgusted. It wasn't the clear liquid that is coming from the spout above me. No, it's a very dark brown muddy liquid. Well what did you expect? It's been 7 years since you last had a bath. At least now maybe you'll smell better. I resent that. It's the simple truth except it. Why don't you shut up and leave me to my peace. I'm just a voice in your head. You can make me go away whenever you want. You just don't want to you like my company to much. Of course I like your company you're the only company I've got. Case and point.
"What case what point!"
Oops didn't mean to scream that out loud. Baby. Bitch. Stop talking about yourself in such a negative manner. It does nothing for your self esteem. That's it your going bye, bye. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Fine I'm going, but you'll miss me when I'm gone. No I wont I'll enjoy the silence. No witty remark. Good riddance, and don't come back or I'll send the flying monkeys after you, you miserable bitch.
With a triumphant shake of my head I returned my attention back to my very much needed shower. Leaning over I grabbed the shampoo off the ground. My limbs feel so heavy, but in that good way that means I'm completely relaxed. I just decided to sit on the floor with my head out of the water spray. I gathered the enormous amount of hair I have, and threw it onto my shoulder. I squeezed a lot of shampoo into my hand. A lot more than the recommended value, but I haven't bathed in 7 years. I think it's ok to use just a tad bit more that necessary.
Lathering the soap in my hands I started to massage it through my hair. I moaned at the feeling. I haven't felt this good ever in the 7 years I can remember. A sweet smell invaded my senses. It took me a minute to realize it's the shampoo. It smells so good. For good measure. I poured some more shampoo into my hand, and continued to massage it through my hair. Once I was sure every inch of my hair is shampooed I turned back into the spray of water. I could feel my head getting lighter and lighter by the second. All the dirt and grime is washing out of my hair and it feels amazing. Muddy water is cascading down my shoulders, around my breasts, and down past my legs. With each stream a little more tension left my body.
Next is the conditioner. This part is rather difficult. I have 7 years worth of knots and tangles. It is rather difficult to get the conditioner every where it needs to go, but I managed. Eventually I got it through the entire length of my hair. Now I wait a minute just like the instructions on the nice box says.
With a sigh I started lathering the body soap into the loufa. Mine as well get it ready while I wait for the amazing conditioner to do its untangling powers. I squeezed more than half the bottle onto the loufa, and the other half all over my body. Using my hands first I started to rub the sweet smelling soap into my skin. It feels good. The soap has tiny little beads in it that caress my skin in a most pleasant manner. I can't reach all of my back that well I guess that's what the loufa with the handle is for.
First I need to get my front done. I rubbed the soap into my stomach thoroughly. I moved my hands up to my breasts. I paid close attention to getting it on the under side and everywhere in general. Once I was sure that they were cleaned I let my hands go further up my body to my shoulder. I gave myself a massage as I rubbed the soap in. It just feels so good to get clean. Grabbing the loufa I started on my back. I made sure to apply added pressure to get all the soap on my back, and to get a more thorough clean. Damn I have to stand up. Using the floor as leverage I pulled my self up from the wet floor. Using the loufa I soaped up my legs, but, and the junction between my legs.
It's been more than a minute now, and I'm all soapy time to get all wet again. Quickly I took a step back into the now hotter spray of water. It almost felt scalding, but pain has a whole new meaning to me.
My mood went from joyfully relaxed to Dark, and sinister. How dare they do that to me. Didn't they know how much that hurt? Couldn't they tell that I couldn't take anymore? Those stupid fucking bastards I'll kill them all. I'll make them all pay for what they did to me. I used my fists to vent my anger. I punched the wall over and over again. My knuckles were broken by the time I stopped, and I put a very large dent in the tiled wall. It cracked almost all the way up to the ceiling.
Ok so maybe I over did it a little bit, but I'm pissed. Oh well better to just finish up this shower than get everything else done. I stepped out of the shower after I made sure I didn't have anymore soap still clinging to me anywhere. I stepped out of the shower dripping wet without a towel or anything. Oh well. Not like I care.
I Stopped in front of the mirror. This is the first time I've actually seen what I really look like in 7 years. To my surprise I don't look that bad. From the looks of it I would guess I'm about 5'3'', my hair is really long down to my knees. I'll have to find a pair of succors or something sharp to cut it later. My skin is pale, but not to pale. I haven't seen sunlight in years so that is to be expected. My Hips are shapely but not to shapely. My thighs defined, but not flabby. My breast are noticeable, but not that unbearably huge. I'd have to guess around a B cup. My face is pretty, smooth, and fair. My eyes really pop out though. They are an emerald green, but instead of the usual black rimming I have a blood red one. My hair is a deep shade of brown with some blonde and lighter brown streaks through it. I can tell that when it dries it will be as straight as it is now when it's wet.
Hell I would go as far as to say that I look beautiful. Interesting. Turning away from the Mirror I walked over to the sink. Good I don't have to look for the toothbrush or the tooth paste. It's right their on the counter. OO it's an electric toothbrush perfect. I'll need the extra power for my teeth. Grabbing it off the counter I loaded it with lots of tooth paste. I ran it under the water to get it moist. I then proceeded to brush my teeth twice in a row. With a sigh I put the toothbrush back down on the table. And looked back up into the mirror on the wall over the sink.
This is going to be a long day"
Well don't you know it you lazy ass. Not you again. Hey you need me. Without me you would be nothing, but a pathetic ball of sniveling cowardice. Shut the fuck up and leave me alone. I don't need you, and I sure as hell don't need anyone else. So go away, and don't come back. You seem to be forgetting that I am you. We're not 2 separate people. If you want me to go away you have stop bringing me back. So shut up and deal you bring this upon yourself.
Without another word being said I smashed the mirror with my fist. I swear I saw my eyes changing color.
"AAAAAHHHH! Why me. Just leave me alone. Everyone. Just let me be free."
With that said I stormed out of the bathroom to get dressed, and go take my anger out at training.
Authors note: I'm really sorry this chapter is so bad but it is a transition chapter, and they always stink. I promise the next chapter will be better. So stay tuned for Training Day.
