Order 20: The Flowing of Blood
Author's Note: Could you be a little more specific on what's confusing you about Ceres Lingoe? If you can I might be able to fix it. Thanks for the compliments and advice.
Alucard started to wonder about where Havoc could be hiding. He's no fool, Alucard thought. He won't show himself if he knows I'm after him.
"So he recruited you to kill me Alucard. Well let's get this over with."
Alucard looked over his shoulder and saw Havoc standing casually. Alucard pulled out his guns and stared shooting. Havoc held his arms out and clenched his fists tightly. An instant later chains shot out of them. "Let us begin."
By that time there were three holes in Havoc. Havoc seemed unbothered by them. The chains extended further from his fists and started twisting and moving like a pair of whips.
Alucard's face started to feel a stinging sensation after a few seconds. The chains moved so fast that they seemed like nothing but a blur to even Alucard's eyes. "You're pretty good."
Havoc didn't even take the time to speak. He suddenly moved one of the chains downward and, to Alucard's surprise, it cut off his left arm. Alucard just laughed and reattached it to his left socket. Havoc was not moving an inch of his body. Alucard suddenly realized that no matter how fast he was, if he stayed too far away from Havoc, then those chains would decapitate him.
The only way to beat him is to stay close, Alucard thought. Very close.
Alucard charged towards Havoc, but found that each time he came near Havoc those chains would cut off part of his body. Alucard suddenly smiled. "Releasing control art restriction system to level two. Situation A, unlocking level one. The Cromwell Approval is now in effect. Hold release until target is silenced. Now let's do battle for real." A deep malicious laugh filled the air.
"Damnit," Havoc muttered under his breath. "Not now."
Alucard disassembled his body into a mass of vampire bats. They flew right through Havoc's chains. When Alucard reassembled he was standing face to face with Havoc. He shot the chains that Havoc was using right off of his arms. When the smoke cleared Alucard was pointing a gun strait at Havoc's head.
But, to Alucard's surprise, there was something absent. Fear. All of Alucard's previous victims, including Incognito, had had fear imbedded into there demeanor. Havoc, however, just stood there; his eyes filled with acceptance. Only a true undead could ever have that kind of stance and not be in any faking it.
Against every battle instinct he had ever had Alucard lowered his gun. "Who are you?"
Havoc simply replied, "I am a has been. I was once one of the greatest of my kind. I have now been stripped of all my glory and am forced to use chains as a weapon." He suddenly removed his jacket and shirt. Alucard was not disgusted at what he saw, but he was a little surprised. His back was ripped opened. On it there were chains. They tore away at his flesh and muscles. "This is what they did to me. It was just a preemptive procedure, I'm sure, but it always burns at me."
"You were a prisoner of the FREAK group?"
"Yes, I was. They tried to use this to restrict my powers, and it was successful." He put his jacket and shirt back on at this point. "They probably would have replaced it with a more efficient thing that could be used as a weapon, but I escaped before they could do that. Now I have a question."
"Ask away."
"Why do you think he set you on me tonight?"
"I don't know."
"He just played you like a drum, Alucard. His true target is very close to you. He wanted you out of the way. If you don't know what I'm talking about by now then you're a fool."
Alucard suddenly realized what Havoc was talking about. He had to get to the Manor immediately.
Shivaren stood on a hill overlooking the Hellsing Manor. Silly vampire, he thought to himself. Even if you move as mist it will not be fast enough to get here in time.
Shivaren had molded that fool, Alucard, like putty in his, and it was time to reap the benefits of his hard work. An insane laugh filled the air...
Integra sat at her desk thinking. It was too bad that the moment Devarious was released was the moon phase of the month. All werewolves transformed into their beast forms during the night at that time period. He was at the moment chained at the bottom of cellar.
Fairmount sat at the desk that had once belonged to Peter Fergusson. Fairmount had always been considered a good organizer of troops, but not even he could work miracles. He only had two hundred men at the moment. Good men, but not even the cream of the crop could survive being stretched out this much. At the present only ten men were on a mission. The other one hundred ninety were patrolling the manor.
He heard the beep of his consul.
"Yes," Fairmount replied.
"Sir, there is a suspicious person who say-" The sound was cut off almost instantly. Fairmount heard a gurgling sound.
Sivaren stood over the man who he had just killed. It had been a clean wound with no unnecessary damage. Sivaren was rather unhappy that he couldn't have a little more fun.
"Sophie."
"Yes, sir." He heard over a COM link.
"I want you to do a thorough job here. Don't disappoint me."
"I can assure you that you will not be disappointed master."
"Good."
He suddenly noticed all the blood flowing from that fool's neck and let out a hysterical giggle that turned into a full out laugh. How amusing it all was. How amusing it was that these fools called themselves opposition.
Author's Note: Could you be a little more specific on what's confusing you about Ceres Lingoe? If you can I might be able to fix it. Thanks for the compliments and advice.
Alucard started to wonder about where Havoc could be hiding. He's no fool, Alucard thought. He won't show himself if he knows I'm after him.
"So he recruited you to kill me Alucard. Well let's get this over with."
Alucard looked over his shoulder and saw Havoc standing casually. Alucard pulled out his guns and stared shooting. Havoc held his arms out and clenched his fists tightly. An instant later chains shot out of them. "Let us begin."
By that time there were three holes in Havoc. Havoc seemed unbothered by them. The chains extended further from his fists and started twisting and moving like a pair of whips.
Alucard's face started to feel a stinging sensation after a few seconds. The chains moved so fast that they seemed like nothing but a blur to even Alucard's eyes. "You're pretty good."
Havoc didn't even take the time to speak. He suddenly moved one of the chains downward and, to Alucard's surprise, it cut off his left arm. Alucard just laughed and reattached it to his left socket. Havoc was not moving an inch of his body. Alucard suddenly realized that no matter how fast he was, if he stayed too far away from Havoc, then those chains would decapitate him.
The only way to beat him is to stay close, Alucard thought. Very close.
Alucard charged towards Havoc, but found that each time he came near Havoc those chains would cut off part of his body. Alucard suddenly smiled. "Releasing control art restriction system to level two. Situation A, unlocking level one. The Cromwell Approval is now in effect. Hold release until target is silenced. Now let's do battle for real." A deep malicious laugh filled the air.
"Damnit," Havoc muttered under his breath. "Not now."
Alucard disassembled his body into a mass of vampire bats. They flew right through Havoc's chains. When Alucard reassembled he was standing face to face with Havoc. He shot the chains that Havoc was using right off of his arms. When the smoke cleared Alucard was pointing a gun strait at Havoc's head.
But, to Alucard's surprise, there was something absent. Fear. All of Alucard's previous victims, including Incognito, had had fear imbedded into there demeanor. Havoc, however, just stood there; his eyes filled with acceptance. Only a true undead could ever have that kind of stance and not be in any faking it.
Against every battle instinct he had ever had Alucard lowered his gun. "Who are you?"
Havoc simply replied, "I am a has been. I was once one of the greatest of my kind. I have now been stripped of all my glory and am forced to use chains as a weapon." He suddenly removed his jacket and shirt. Alucard was not disgusted at what he saw, but he was a little surprised. His back was ripped opened. On it there were chains. They tore away at his flesh and muscles. "This is what they did to me. It was just a preemptive procedure, I'm sure, but it always burns at me."
"You were a prisoner of the FREAK group?"
"Yes, I was. They tried to use this to restrict my powers, and it was successful." He put his jacket and shirt back on at this point. "They probably would have replaced it with a more efficient thing that could be used as a weapon, but I escaped before they could do that. Now I have a question."
"Ask away."
"Why do you think he set you on me tonight?"
"I don't know."
"He just played you like a drum, Alucard. His true target is very close to you. He wanted you out of the way. If you don't know what I'm talking about by now then you're a fool."
Alucard suddenly realized what Havoc was talking about. He had to get to the Manor immediately.
Shivaren stood on a hill overlooking the Hellsing Manor. Silly vampire, he thought to himself. Even if you move as mist it will not be fast enough to get here in time.
Shivaren had molded that fool, Alucard, like putty in his, and it was time to reap the benefits of his hard work. An insane laugh filled the air...
Integra sat at her desk thinking. It was too bad that the moment Devarious was released was the moon phase of the month. All werewolves transformed into their beast forms during the night at that time period. He was at the moment chained at the bottom of cellar.
Fairmount sat at the desk that had once belonged to Peter Fergusson. Fairmount had always been considered a good organizer of troops, but not even he could work miracles. He only had two hundred men at the moment. Good men, but not even the cream of the crop could survive being stretched out this much. At the present only ten men were on a mission. The other one hundred ninety were patrolling the manor.
He heard the beep of his consul.
"Yes," Fairmount replied.
"Sir, there is a suspicious person who say-" The sound was cut off almost instantly. Fairmount heard a gurgling sound.
Sivaren stood over the man who he had just killed. It had been a clean wound with no unnecessary damage. Sivaren was rather unhappy that he couldn't have a little more fun.
"Sophie."
"Yes, sir." He heard over a COM link.
"I want you to do a thorough job here. Don't disappoint me."
"I can assure you that you will not be disappointed master."
"Good."
He suddenly noticed all the blood flowing from that fool's neck and let out a hysterical giggle that turned into a full out laugh. How amusing it all was. How amusing it was that these fools called themselves opposition.