Order 23: Dark Revelations Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Hellsing characters, which means all Iscariot characters, as well as Integra, Alucard, and Seres.
Devarious's body writhed in pain. Each breath he took was like breathing fire. Fire. Just the notion of it brought back flashbacks of what that monster had done to him. After the whipping, witch had left his back a carpet of welts that shot fire through his body even at this very moment, Shivaren had proceeded to break Devarious's right arm. Break, as in breaking every finger, smashing his hand, snapping his forearm in two, and finally crushing his upper arm. That would normally have been enough to satisfy someone, but no. Shivaren wanted to break him.
After his right arm had been eliminated, Shivaren proceeded to punch Devarious repeatedly, breaking his ribs in the process and leaving his left eye swollen shut. Shivaren's next move had been to set Devarious's hair aflame. It wasn't for a long period of time, Shivaren knew when to loosen his grip on a victim in order to prolong their suffering, but it left Devarious with first degree burns on part of his scalpel. After that he cut Devarious's left arm and started to pour liquid silver onto it.
If Devarious had been a normal human he would have died by now. He felt himself gasping for air. It hurt like hell, but it was still necessary to survive. He would not die in a place like this; not at the hands of him. He would kill himself before being broken, but he would not give in to it. The beast flared inside of him, trying to take control. He would not let it. He would not lose.
Why do you fight so hard against it, young one?
If I lose it will cause me to transform and destroy life.
How are you so sure about that?
Are you kidding? This thing wants blood. It wants-
To survive? The voice said in the form of a question.
I guess it wants that too.
Believe it or not, it is a reflection of you, brother. You must embrace it to control it.
What do mean?
Focus on becoming one with it. Only then will you escape.
Devarious did this incorporating the beast into his mind. It was so easy he didn't understand why he had not realized this in the first place. He felt the transformation take place, but unlike the previous times it had occurred he was not dieing of pain. He completed the beast form and broke his bonds. Just as he did, however, Shivaren came walking in. Devarious threw himself at the vampire but felt his back slam against the wall. Shivaren's claws pierced dangerously close to his heart.
"It's too bad, really. Now I'm going to have to stop going easy on you. You actually managed to injure me," he showed the gouge in his rib area for a second. "My master will find you very useful."
His free fist collided with Devarious's left jaw, breaking it. "Now, why don't I start with your legs?"
Corvine sat listening to Bach. The werewolf's shouts were resonating throughout the entire base. Corvine was somewhat taken aback by the creature's resistance of the tortures. It was too bad that the boy was not weak. If he had been, it wouldn't have been so painful.
Integra sat reading the information Alucard had delivered to her. It wasn't much. It gave the names of three low-ranking individuals, two vague individuals who were rumored to exist and, a schematic of the FREAK chip. It was basically useless information. It made her wonder if this Havoc was working for the FREAK chip's producers. He certainly had not helped, and this last time he had distracted Alucard just long enough to allow Shivaren's attack to commence. The only good news, so far, was that Seres was finally out of her coma. Her description of Shivaren's attack had convinced Integra of one thing. Shivaren was psychotic. There was no doubt about it. However, Incognito had done what he did for a reason, and this man had to be somewhat similar-
"Are you so sure about that, little Hellsing?"
She turned and stared at the man standing before him. He was a large man, standing around two feet taller than her. He wore a grey coat and had red eyes. Long blond hair went down to his shoulders.
"So you're Havoc."
"None other." He was smiling. His grin showed pure malice as well as two pointed teethe.
"I could have soldiers up here in three seconds if I wanted it," she said, boldly. Havoc began to approach her menacingly.
"Go ahead," he said his face practically touching hers. "I only need one second to kill you, and another to beat those children to a bloody pulp. Alucard might be able to save you, but I wouldn't bet on it. So unless you wish to die meaninglessly, I suggest you shut up, sit down, and pay close attention to what I tell you."
He smiled triumphantly. She was not afraid of him, but he had obviously not come here to attack her, and it might be beneficial to listen to what he said.
"Go on," she said coldly.
"Shivaren is like no one you have ever faced before. He will kill just for the sake of killing, and torture just for the sake of torturing. He does not give a damn about who it is he kills, or what aftereffects of his actions might be. He will kill a loyal follower without any remorse, and torture a child joyfully. For him it is art. For him it is pleasure. He would cut a vampire's head just for the heck of it; not the heart of course. If he cut off the heart, it would die instantly for sure. He would torture a woman such as you in ways that you couldn't even begin to imagine. He would leave one like you maimed scarred and disfigured beyond belief, if he managed to get his hands on you. Is that little head of yours processing all of this Hellsing. Shivaren is no longer in any way sane. He has become something more dangerous than those golems you have been fighting. He does it all for the pleasure of causing pain. For him it is a drug. A drug he is hopelessly addicted to."
Integra stared at him blankly. She had known that the man was insane, but could he really have become that dark; that evil. It didn't help her, though. "Do you have anything of importance to say, or is this just more of that useless drivel you always seem to spew out to Alucard?"
Havoc started laughing. "You still don't show any respect. I'll tell you something, however, if you can earn it."
"How; by doing a favor for you?" She asked. She would kill this bloody abomination.
"No...I want you to beg for it."
"What?!"
"It's a fairly simple request. If you throw aside your pride, get down on your knees, kiss my hand, and beg for my help I will give you information about the FREAK group. That's the only thing you have to do." His eyes were gleaming with amusement, and his face was practically touching hers. "The only question is: do you accept?"
He stepped back from Integra. She shaking with anger; her teethe grinding so hard that her mouth was bleeding. "Get out!!!"
He smiled and spoke. Her voice was mocking. "I look forward to the next time we meet Hellsing. It should be very interesting."
He chuckled silently and disappeared.
Two days later Integra was on her way to the National Art Gallery with Walter by her. Alucard was watching from some unknown location. Integra prayed that he didn't attack Maxwell. If he did, she would never hear the end of it. Enrico sat at the steps, with Renaldo and the women; Heinkel and Yumiko.
"Where's Anderson?" she asked. She didn't want a repeat of the last time she had met with Enrico here.
"Rest assured he's here, Integra. But he won't come out unless your vampire does. I decided that I'd be safe enough with my two top agents."
She noticed that both Heinkel and Yumiko were watching her and Walter closely. Could they be like Anderson? No; they would have been fighting against Alucard if that were the case.
She moved shot a look of pure malice towards Enrico. Yumiko did nothing, but Heinkel reached into her robe. Integra stopped just short of Enrico. "What are you doing here Maxwell? I know that there is more to this than just a friendly visit."
"I have some information that both you and the Americans will find very interesting. It involves a certain group you've been forced to deal with lately."
She made a gesture that said go on.
"If you want this information, however, you must give Iscariot something in return."
"And what is that?"
"You must allow Paladin Anderson and Sisters Takagi and Wolfe to accompany you on any major offensive you launch against them. To put it simply we will ally with you until the end of the next major offensive. If we decide it is in our best interests to withdraw we will."
Integra considered this. "If your information is good enough I will accept."
"Why don't we discuss this in a more hospitable environment? Say the Cafeteria?"
Devarious could no longer feel the pain. His body had gone numb from the last torture session Shivaren had given him. He could no longer yell in pain for his vocal chords were too sore to do so. He eyes were both swollen shut. His arms were no longer working. He could not feel the beast's presence anymore, and he was starting to roll towards unconsciousness. He now, more than ever, needed help.
He was broken. He didn't want to give up but his mind was filled with liquid that kept him from being able to concentrate. He tried desperately to bite off hi tongue. That way the pain would stop, and he would not have given in. Shivaren, however, had forced a muzzle into Devarious's mouth, so he did not have that option. He was dying. He did not know it yet, but if a werewolf wanted to die desperately enough I would start to die; slowly. His heart would eventually stop beating...
Integra sat in the cafeteria with Maxwell. "Tell me what you know, Enrico."
"Not until you agree to our terms."
"Fine."
Maxwell put on his glasses and said, "During World War II Stalin and Hitler signed a Non-Aggression Pact, promising not to attack one another. That was all there was to the deal, officially. Hitler also promised Stalin quite a bit of land-"
"I already know about this. Anyone who knows about World War II would."
"That isn't the whole story either. Hitler was obsessed with the vampires and Stalin agreed to help him study them. They created a research group. Ever wonder what FREAK stands for. Its true meaning is Forensic Research of Eternal Acquisitions for Krieg. In essence it was a Russian and German science group that separated from the two men who created it once they attacked each other. Eventually this group was split into two groups: FREAK, the Communists, and Millennium, the Nazis. Both groups hold a rather large grudge with the Americans. You see if America had not gotten involved with the war, Germany might have won, and FREAK is the last remaining big Communist power besides North Korea and China. Millennium wish to strip the U.S. of its allies, starting with the only group they hate more than the Americans; you. They plan to destroy anyone who gets in their way and trust me, they will, if you're not careful." [Krieg means war in German]
"How do you know this?"
"Because one of our agents was modified by them."
"Anderson?"
"You honestly think that they could create a masterpiece as flawless as Paladin Alexander Anderson? He was our work. No, Yumiko Tagaki is the one. They experiments on her left her mind split into to. The first half, Yumiko, is so harmless she couldn't harm a fly-"
"And you call her one of your top agents?!"
Enrico just smiled and said, "The other personality, however, is called Yummie. She is a berserker and is more formidable than any other opponent you can find, besides Anderson and Alucard. You will understand what I mean when you see her do battle."
Integra walked away from that meeting slightly nervous. She was walking on a tightrope with enemies all around her trying to push her down. Some of her enemies were dressed as allies, she was sure, and one wrong move meant a sharp plunge to hard ground below.
Author's Note: Please send me some reviews. Now, I hope that was good. Anyone who's read the manga will probably say that that wasn't very original, but it was the best I could come up with.
Devarious's body writhed in pain. Each breath he took was like breathing fire. Fire. Just the notion of it brought back flashbacks of what that monster had done to him. After the whipping, witch had left his back a carpet of welts that shot fire through his body even at this very moment, Shivaren had proceeded to break Devarious's right arm. Break, as in breaking every finger, smashing his hand, snapping his forearm in two, and finally crushing his upper arm. That would normally have been enough to satisfy someone, but no. Shivaren wanted to break him.
After his right arm had been eliminated, Shivaren proceeded to punch Devarious repeatedly, breaking his ribs in the process and leaving his left eye swollen shut. Shivaren's next move had been to set Devarious's hair aflame. It wasn't for a long period of time, Shivaren knew when to loosen his grip on a victim in order to prolong their suffering, but it left Devarious with first degree burns on part of his scalpel. After that he cut Devarious's left arm and started to pour liquid silver onto it.
If Devarious had been a normal human he would have died by now. He felt himself gasping for air. It hurt like hell, but it was still necessary to survive. He would not die in a place like this; not at the hands of him. He would kill himself before being broken, but he would not give in to it. The beast flared inside of him, trying to take control. He would not let it. He would not lose.
Why do you fight so hard against it, young one?
If I lose it will cause me to transform and destroy life.
How are you so sure about that?
Are you kidding? This thing wants blood. It wants-
To survive? The voice said in the form of a question.
I guess it wants that too.
Believe it or not, it is a reflection of you, brother. You must embrace it to control it.
What do mean?
Focus on becoming one with it. Only then will you escape.
Devarious did this incorporating the beast into his mind. It was so easy he didn't understand why he had not realized this in the first place. He felt the transformation take place, but unlike the previous times it had occurred he was not dieing of pain. He completed the beast form and broke his bonds. Just as he did, however, Shivaren came walking in. Devarious threw himself at the vampire but felt his back slam against the wall. Shivaren's claws pierced dangerously close to his heart.
"It's too bad, really. Now I'm going to have to stop going easy on you. You actually managed to injure me," he showed the gouge in his rib area for a second. "My master will find you very useful."
His free fist collided with Devarious's left jaw, breaking it. "Now, why don't I start with your legs?"
Corvine sat listening to Bach. The werewolf's shouts were resonating throughout the entire base. Corvine was somewhat taken aback by the creature's resistance of the tortures. It was too bad that the boy was not weak. If he had been, it wouldn't have been so painful.
Integra sat reading the information Alucard had delivered to her. It wasn't much. It gave the names of three low-ranking individuals, two vague individuals who were rumored to exist and, a schematic of the FREAK chip. It was basically useless information. It made her wonder if this Havoc was working for the FREAK chip's producers. He certainly had not helped, and this last time he had distracted Alucard just long enough to allow Shivaren's attack to commence. The only good news, so far, was that Seres was finally out of her coma. Her description of Shivaren's attack had convinced Integra of one thing. Shivaren was psychotic. There was no doubt about it. However, Incognito had done what he did for a reason, and this man had to be somewhat similar-
"Are you so sure about that, little Hellsing?"
She turned and stared at the man standing before him. He was a large man, standing around two feet taller than her. He wore a grey coat and had red eyes. Long blond hair went down to his shoulders.
"So you're Havoc."
"None other." He was smiling. His grin showed pure malice as well as two pointed teethe.
"I could have soldiers up here in three seconds if I wanted it," she said, boldly. Havoc began to approach her menacingly.
"Go ahead," he said his face practically touching hers. "I only need one second to kill you, and another to beat those children to a bloody pulp. Alucard might be able to save you, but I wouldn't bet on it. So unless you wish to die meaninglessly, I suggest you shut up, sit down, and pay close attention to what I tell you."
He smiled triumphantly. She was not afraid of him, but he had obviously not come here to attack her, and it might be beneficial to listen to what he said.
"Go on," she said coldly.
"Shivaren is like no one you have ever faced before. He will kill just for the sake of killing, and torture just for the sake of torturing. He does not give a damn about who it is he kills, or what aftereffects of his actions might be. He will kill a loyal follower without any remorse, and torture a child joyfully. For him it is art. For him it is pleasure. He would cut a vampire's head just for the heck of it; not the heart of course. If he cut off the heart, it would die instantly for sure. He would torture a woman such as you in ways that you couldn't even begin to imagine. He would leave one like you maimed scarred and disfigured beyond belief, if he managed to get his hands on you. Is that little head of yours processing all of this Hellsing. Shivaren is no longer in any way sane. He has become something more dangerous than those golems you have been fighting. He does it all for the pleasure of causing pain. For him it is a drug. A drug he is hopelessly addicted to."
Integra stared at him blankly. She had known that the man was insane, but could he really have become that dark; that evil. It didn't help her, though. "Do you have anything of importance to say, or is this just more of that useless drivel you always seem to spew out to Alucard?"
Havoc started laughing. "You still don't show any respect. I'll tell you something, however, if you can earn it."
"How; by doing a favor for you?" She asked. She would kill this bloody abomination.
"No...I want you to beg for it."
"What?!"
"It's a fairly simple request. If you throw aside your pride, get down on your knees, kiss my hand, and beg for my help I will give you information about the FREAK group. That's the only thing you have to do." His eyes were gleaming with amusement, and his face was practically touching hers. "The only question is: do you accept?"
He stepped back from Integra. She shaking with anger; her teethe grinding so hard that her mouth was bleeding. "Get out!!!"
He smiled and spoke. Her voice was mocking. "I look forward to the next time we meet Hellsing. It should be very interesting."
He chuckled silently and disappeared.
Two days later Integra was on her way to the National Art Gallery with Walter by her. Alucard was watching from some unknown location. Integra prayed that he didn't attack Maxwell. If he did, she would never hear the end of it. Enrico sat at the steps, with Renaldo and the women; Heinkel and Yumiko.
"Where's Anderson?" she asked. She didn't want a repeat of the last time she had met with Enrico here.
"Rest assured he's here, Integra. But he won't come out unless your vampire does. I decided that I'd be safe enough with my two top agents."
She noticed that both Heinkel and Yumiko were watching her and Walter closely. Could they be like Anderson? No; they would have been fighting against Alucard if that were the case.
She moved shot a look of pure malice towards Enrico. Yumiko did nothing, but Heinkel reached into her robe. Integra stopped just short of Enrico. "What are you doing here Maxwell? I know that there is more to this than just a friendly visit."
"I have some information that both you and the Americans will find very interesting. It involves a certain group you've been forced to deal with lately."
She made a gesture that said go on.
"If you want this information, however, you must give Iscariot something in return."
"And what is that?"
"You must allow Paladin Anderson and Sisters Takagi and Wolfe to accompany you on any major offensive you launch against them. To put it simply we will ally with you until the end of the next major offensive. If we decide it is in our best interests to withdraw we will."
Integra considered this. "If your information is good enough I will accept."
"Why don't we discuss this in a more hospitable environment? Say the Cafeteria?"
Devarious could no longer feel the pain. His body had gone numb from the last torture session Shivaren had given him. He could no longer yell in pain for his vocal chords were too sore to do so. He eyes were both swollen shut. His arms were no longer working. He could not feel the beast's presence anymore, and he was starting to roll towards unconsciousness. He now, more than ever, needed help.
He was broken. He didn't want to give up but his mind was filled with liquid that kept him from being able to concentrate. He tried desperately to bite off hi tongue. That way the pain would stop, and he would not have given in. Shivaren, however, had forced a muzzle into Devarious's mouth, so he did not have that option. He was dying. He did not know it yet, but if a werewolf wanted to die desperately enough I would start to die; slowly. His heart would eventually stop beating...
Integra sat in the cafeteria with Maxwell. "Tell me what you know, Enrico."
"Not until you agree to our terms."
"Fine."
Maxwell put on his glasses and said, "During World War II Stalin and Hitler signed a Non-Aggression Pact, promising not to attack one another. That was all there was to the deal, officially. Hitler also promised Stalin quite a bit of land-"
"I already know about this. Anyone who knows about World War II would."
"That isn't the whole story either. Hitler was obsessed with the vampires and Stalin agreed to help him study them. They created a research group. Ever wonder what FREAK stands for. Its true meaning is Forensic Research of Eternal Acquisitions for Krieg. In essence it was a Russian and German science group that separated from the two men who created it once they attacked each other. Eventually this group was split into two groups: FREAK, the Communists, and Millennium, the Nazis. Both groups hold a rather large grudge with the Americans. You see if America had not gotten involved with the war, Germany might have won, and FREAK is the last remaining big Communist power besides North Korea and China. Millennium wish to strip the U.S. of its allies, starting with the only group they hate more than the Americans; you. They plan to destroy anyone who gets in their way and trust me, they will, if you're not careful." [Krieg means war in German]
"How do you know this?"
"Because one of our agents was modified by them."
"Anderson?"
"You honestly think that they could create a masterpiece as flawless as Paladin Alexander Anderson? He was our work. No, Yumiko Tagaki is the one. They experiments on her left her mind split into to. The first half, Yumiko, is so harmless she couldn't harm a fly-"
"And you call her one of your top agents?!"
Enrico just smiled and said, "The other personality, however, is called Yummie. She is a berserker and is more formidable than any other opponent you can find, besides Anderson and Alucard. You will understand what I mean when you see her do battle."
Integra walked away from that meeting slightly nervous. She was walking on a tightrope with enemies all around her trying to push her down. Some of her enemies were dressed as allies, she was sure, and one wrong move meant a sharp plunge to hard ground below.
Author's Note: Please send me some reviews. Now, I hope that was good. Anyone who's read the manga will probably say that that wasn't very original, but it was the best I could come up with.