Number nine! Number nine! Number nine. Number nine... Number nine……. Yeah, Chapter nine. Enjoy, the conflict starts here!
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"So, you finally decided to join us, huh?" Integra said with a smirk. This is going to get interesting. Alucard stood a few feet in back of Nemmie just like he usually did with every other Hellsing. The orange-haired captain and the golden haired alchemist were positioned on either side of the Sue. Even the two priests where there, and Nemmie liked that. A lot. A lone raven hovered above them, glaring menacingly at the opposing force. Everybody's eye's were a cloudy purple color except Nemandaria's, which were red because she was angry, quite angry indeed.
"So, here we go again, mum. We are going to settle this once and for all."
"Settle this? I am just barely through settling into this chair."
"Hellsing is mine."
"You keep saying that but do you really mean it?"
"What! Of course I do!"
"Right…"
"What are you trying to say?"
All of a sudden, Walter intervened. "Look into your heart Miss, do you really want to rob all of us of our lives? I know deep inside you are a kind and caring person with a few mixed up ideals. I know also that you would never hurt anybody intentionally, you are just so misunderstood!" The old butler started to get really into his speech. "Miss, no, Lady Nemandaria! Look at you! You are gorgeous! You are brave! You have a heart no one else can match! It is up to you to put that heart to good use! Will you do it?"
The girl in question snorted. "Hell no!"
"Oh well, it was worth a try."
Integral leaned forward over her desk as Nemmie approached. Her 'daughter' slammed her hands on the piece of furniture and did the same so their noses were barely touching. Snape kills Dumbledore.
"Why don't you just give up, why don't you just join me?"
"Join you? Join you? Join you? I wouldn't even say hi to you on the street in such circumstances."
"Mom, you are so stubborn! I'll have to do it the hard way."
"And which way is that? You already committed some serious crimes against me that I need to fix alone. How much harder does it get?"
"Crimes? Everything I executed inthis house was for the benefit of this organization."
"If you're going to use big words, at least use them correctly."
"Shut up! What do you know?"
The Hellsing at the desk waved away the insult with her hand. "You seduced almost every man in this facility, posed as my daughter, destroyed my roses, and you are trying to kill me. That would make you……….A COMMUNIST!"
"Ahh!"
"Ahh!"
"Ahh!" Nemandaria jumped backwards just as Integra pressed the red button under her desk. A tile in the floor flew open right under the freaked out girl and she plummeted into the darkness. After several seconds, part of the ceiling opened up and a screaming Nemmie nose-dived to the flooring and landed in a large heap.
"Bloody he-- Can you come back later when my functional malcontent trapdoor will be completed?"
"What the hell was that?"
The director stood up. "So much for my plan. I guess we have no choice but to do it your way, the hard way." Thus, she persisted to draw a handgun out of her suit and shoot the half vampire in the face three times.
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Vile crimson splattered in all directions landing on the occupants and even all four walls of the office.
"I half expected it to be made of wood."
Nemandaria lay on the tiles in an ocean of her own blood. Her jaw twisted in a sick direction, and half her teeth scattered across the ground, bouncing joyfully in song and dance as they did so. The girl's round pink right eye popped out of it's deep slimy socket and only held on to the butchered remains of the face by several blue veins. The hair was matted as clumps of it were drenched in red, sticky blood. The skull was visible in a lot more than one place, and chips of it fell into what was left of the nose. Pieces of brain spotted the tile flooring.
"And that is the end of Miss Nemandaria Draculina Alexandrianskarianas De Van Seingrheinrichtenburgerstein Elric Hellsing the Vampiric Alchemist." Everyone Stared wide-eyed at the blond vampire standing near by.
"You actually memorized her name!"
"Um, I guess I'm good at that…" Seras laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head. The still alive Hellsing rolled her eyes.
"And that, gentlemen, is why nobody messes with Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Go back to your posts, I will speak to all of you later, but now I hav-"
"You killed Nemmie!" A chorus of voices bellowed at their commander.
Walter hopped to his feet. "The spell is supposed to be broken! She's dead, isn't …she?"
An enraged mob of soldiers swarmed the office. "We will die for our leader, our precious, hot leader!"
"No, brother! I don't want to hurt you!" Alphonse cried desperately, dreading the thought of forcefully being pitted against sibling.
The crowd marched on, dramatically. The four anti-Sue members braced themselves. It wasn't everyday your entire organization/rival/boyfriend/brother tried to kill you. Well, maybe the rival, but still. Moments before the first shot was fired, an evil cackling filled the room. It was a familiar laugh, a maniacal one. Everyone froze in their cold places. The corpse on the ground began to materialize again while making strange and unwelcome noises. The brains occupying the walls slowly crawled like slugs towards the carcass and connected with the once severed nerves. Nemmie was forming anew, and there was no way to stop the sickening verb. Once the voice box of the creature took on a near perfect shape, the Sue began to speak.
"What did you think would happen, Sir? Why did you think shooting your only kin could have solved anything? You really are a bad mother, aren't you, Integra?"
Integral tightened her grip on her handgun. "You aren't meant to walk these halls, or to control who walks in them. I know who you are, actually. I figured it out…"
"Oh, really?"
"I've read somewhere, on the internet, was it? I read all about who, or what, you are."
"Get on with it!" Nemandaria yelled irritably from across the room. That Hellsing was really ticking her off now.
"It is quite simple. You are a bloody creation, a figment of your true self, a make-believe image. The thing any self respecting character loathes and curses. A bloody Mary-Sue."
"WHAT?" The Sue in question cried in disgust. She fell backwards, clutching at her eyes (and for a good reason, too) which were melting away in the form of a bubbling rusty goop. The once colorful strands of her hair darkened and sizzled as some of it started to burn off. "What have you done! Why? What are you trying to do!"
The proper Hellsing smiled in response. The Sue's armies quickly circled the crying girl and faced the Anti-Sue.
"What have you done to Nemmie!" demanded Alucard heatedly.
"My dear servant, you should have done your research too. When I was a teenager, I would regularly visit many different sites dedicated to this. I was an Otaku before as well. How could I not? Inuyasha, Rurouni Kenshin, Naruto… The list goes on and on. And like I said, there are websites just for fans like I. Fan Fiction is a very popular one, if I remember correctly. The only problem with it is just one thing. You." She pointed an accusing gloved finger at the Sue. "Like any reader/author knows, the people who write Mary-Sue fandom are prone to getting bad reviews. They are accurate, but I'm sure the writer doesn't appreciate it. In fact, it hurts them inside."
The 'daughter' slowly stood up with a hand covering her eyes. Nemmie's disgusted scowl deepened when she realized she couldn't even see her opponent. But that will change… "You've forgotten, too. Integra! No matter how many horrible things anyone tells me, it will never stop my fun. You and your organization are mine. This whole story is controlled by me! I will never let a few pesky grammar Nazis ruin this for me. My story, MY rules!" This launched her into another fit of giggles.
"…I guess I have. The last rule of fandom. Mary-Sue writers usually ignore advice no matter how badly they need it…" The director sighed deeply.
"And as my story goes on, mum, yours does not. Alucard, I want her dead, and I want it done slowly."
"Yes, my master."
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Oh! A cliffhanger! Another one!
I'm really losing track of my writing, I'm so lazy at it. I finished this one just in time. I'll try to get the last (or will it be 'pre' last?) chapter up soon as well. You like my 'Family Guy' referances? I know you caught them all, didn't you?