The Valkyrie's Chosen
Chapter 1: The Success
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AN: * Spoilers * for anyone who has not read chapter 94 of the manga.
I do deviate from the 'true ending' as Kouta Hirano had intended.
But this is an alternate ending...or rather the beginning of my story.
Please review.
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A traitor not only The Hellsing order of knights to all of England sat in a laboratory.
He was dying. If the shot from the Iscariot organization assassin Heinkel Wolfe had not been enough the botched procedure from the Nazis doctor, which had turned him into an artificial vampire, would kill him, for it was failing. He had become little more than a defective product which was falling apart before his eyes.
A doctor in a white lab coat came through the doors talking to himself completely unaware of the traitor.
"Is this the end? No...! I don't think so...It certainly isn't so..." The doctor started to put as many papers into a big black medical bag as would fit. "Technology is the fuel of physical science that makes it move forward...Research makes it move forward.....research helps us make a leap forward....NO!! research already made us leap forward!! NO!! What should I do....?What should I do.....What is it? What!!" I haven't reached my goal still...What's wrong? What is Missing....? ah, That's right! Someday in the Future!!! To spread around the entire world....A science that resembles a miracle....a miracle that resembles a science..." The doctor then started to bit his finger.
"Where are you planing to go Grand professor?" The traitor asks the doctor.
The doctor turned around and saw someone who, despite appearing only 14, was truly 69 years of age.
"No use, It's hopeless Dok....You should know when to give up...." The 'boy' commented.
"Wa...Walter!" The man in the white lab coat stuttered.
"How pathetic, being the last one remaining of the last remaining Nazis. It isn't even funny as a joke......" He laughed. "the comedy is over...The actors must also leave the stage now. Isn't that so, Grand professor?"
"Comedy? Nothing that has happened over the last 60 years is a laughing matter, Angel of Death. "
"That's right. This is more of a parody. This is a spoof of what you cowards, were too chicken to do decades ago. Real Nazis were a much better opponents, you're all just monsters. Ha, You're not even that! You're just left-overs from the war, imitating vampires."
"Imitation.... Theorizing makes us leap forward!! Research makes us leap forward!! science feeds on practice and advances by observation!! One day we will catch up to the greatest of the Nosferatu. One day I'll show everyone that I can surpass even Alucard!"
"Stop talking such rubbish. You and I, All of us will die. All defective products shall cease to exist." This was an intended blow at the doctor, who despite having over 50 years of research hadn't had one true success.
"True... we all will eventually perish, however...it will not be today...because I have found a way to overcome my time limit."
Then the doctor grabbed the white sheet off a large black object. It was a series of interlocking black rings each was thin and fit tightly around the next.
As the sheet fell, the eyes of Walter widened.
"What the Bloody hell is that? What failed project are you flaunting now!!."
The doctor's smiled became the evilest it had ever been."Failed?" He laughed. "Failed? No dear Boy! This is a success! This is a working time machine."
"Bullocks! That one's lame, even for you Grand professor!"
"Oh, you think that I'm lying? This machine has been tested and I assure you, it works!!" If evil were an alcoholic beverage this doctor would be drunk with it. His grin wide with insane glee.
"Nothing you do works." Walter retorted. 'He's lying.' Walter thought. 'he must be.....'
"I don't have to convince you, Boy, because very soon it won't matter. Because soon, nothing here, not even you, will matter."
Then carrying his big black bag, The Doctor strode up to the device.
Walter brought out his special wires. Normally he would have shown them off to invoke fear in his enemy, but if what the doctor said was true, if this machine did work, history was in danger. So wasting no time, the angel of death used his wires to slice the doctor's arm off.
This however did not stop the mad scientist from his plans. It seemed to amuse the doctor was he chucked evilly almost oblivious to his missing arm.
Walter saw something flat raise from the bottom. The doctor then stepped onto it. Almost immediately the rings started to spin around so fast that he appeared to be within a sphere. The doctor's sphere was then enveloped in some sort of distortion. This was a distortion which resembled the heat rising from hot pavement on a humid day. Walter had never before seen anything like it.
Walter heart raced. He needed to stop the mad scientist! He tried his wires again. But by, This time the rings were spinning so fast the his wires as fast as they were only hit the rings edges.
This disturbed Walter, who had never met anything,which he couldn't slice through.
This was a sight, which was in contrast to Walter, joyful to the doctor, because now he knew that no one, not even Walter's wires could kill him.
Then a bright flash of light appeared in the center of this sphere.
Walter held up his arm to block the light from his eyes. The brightness suddenly dimmed.
To the horror of Walter, the doctor, who had only moments ago been within the device, had vanished.
Though the artificial vampire wished to believe that the doctor had vastly miscalculated and ended up either dead or into some state of nothingness, the suggestion that he would now be changing the time line brought shivers down his spine.
Beep....Beep....Beep....Beep....Beep....
Walter Knew that He needed to do something. He prompted himself up against another larger white-sheet covered object as he slowly stood up.
Beep....Beep....Beep....Beep....
He put one step in front of the other as he tried to follow the doctor wherever he went. He didn't know how it worked, but he thought that if he could just get it to work...well he supposed that he simply kill the doctor.
Beep....Beep....Beep....
Walter stopped as he became aware of a beeping sound of the first time. His eyes searched for what was making the noise.
Beep....Beep....
Walter sighted it; A small black box sating at the base of the machine. It was making that sound which was becoming less and less.....
Beep....
Walter had seen this sort of box before. "That means......"
The injured artificial vampire jumped as fast as he could from the bombs explosion.
The explosion destroyed everything in the room, including all the fluid which had once in glass tube. Fluid with was instantly boiled with the intense heat of the explosion.
For the artificial vampire what wasn't boiled in the shallow water was burnt by the shear heat of the explosion. His very injured eye....the only remaining one....looked over to where the devise had been; it was gone.
"Damn It!!" He should have been a yell, but he could. Instead He cursed as loud as he could with his burnt lungs.
He Brought his left leg up off the ground in a kneeling position as he tried to get up off the ground.
Next he brought the right, but almost as soon as the damaged knee cap touched the laboratory floor he felt some muscle slip off the bone, a result from sitting in the boiled water.(1)
His body came down to the ground so hard that he felt some of his nearly charred rib bones break.
He opened his mouth to scream out in agony, but barely anything came out. What did come out was a lot of blood.
It was cruel that just when he felt that pain couldn't be any worse it did.
Walter knew that as a traitor he did deserved to die...but did anyone deserve to die like this?
In his younger days he might have believed that he had survived the blast because of luck or arrogantly because he was 'the best' there was at everything.
Now....Now he felt as though there was some force laughing at him, prolonging his suffering.
He wondered if he should have stayed outside the Zeppelin and allowed Wolfe to exact revenge...it would certainly have been less painful.
He lay on the floor of the laboratory, where so many abomination had occurred, including his very creation as a vampire. His remaining eye started to close as he welcomed death.
A bright light filled the room causing Walter's eye to shoot open.
'What was this....is This 'The stairway to heaven'.
His damaged eyes was only able to make out a very blurred figure draw closer to him.
Though he wasn't able to make out the figure's features, he could feel the heavy tension between them....but that could make this figure anyone...he had betrayed so many over the course of this night...even God.
'But who is this?' he wondered. 'was it an angel?' Walter shifted only slightly on the floor as he tried to get a better look. This proves to be a useless endeavor as the room was so saturated with light and his only eye was so unreliable even for what would normally be basic details.
'No,' his mind finally decided., someone like him was bound to end up in the fire filled and filthy pits of Hell. 'this must be some sort of demon.' Perhaps someone was claiming him from the other side...he had killed so many people throughout his life.
The figure started to get closer to him. He could make out something dark on top of this figure's head which fell to it's shoulders; Hair perhaps.
His thoughts fell to a dark-haired nun assassin of Iscariot. who, although Walter did not care to know who she was, had been known to her fellows as Yumie Takagi . 'Had she come from hell to drag him down with her?'
He shuffled his weight back to try to distance himself from this mysterious figure,who for all he knew was the harbinger of his death. It stopped. It then looked over it's shoulder and started to talk.
'Was someone else there too?' Walter wondered.
Next, to Walter's surprise another, and clearly feminine figure approached him. This one looked to have long blond hair.
"Hello, again Walter." She said to him calmly.
He barely heard. Her voice, or rather the tones which he knew he should have been able to hear were absent many others were being drowned out by the loud ringing in the ex-butler's ears. It occurred to Walter that the sound of the blast, at such a close distance had lost him some of his hearing; How much of the hearing was a question that he did not expect to ever learn as his death drew near.
Despite this there was something about her voice which was familiar and yet somehow very foreign...
"I didn't ever think that I would see you again." She remarked expressionless.
Walter had to strain to hear what see was saying He missed the last half of the sentence as her voice lowered.
Though Walter didn't see well he saw her move her head from side to side, as if making sure that they were alone.
She then stated to tell Walter something, but being oblivious to his new hearing difficulty, her voice had grown so quiet.
Before Walter knew what was happening something which felt like a cross between metal and glass wires were grabbing around his chest. He Panicked. He tried to grab the wires away. His hands sore and all burnt grabbed it. He pulled, but didn't have enough strength to make it appear any better than a pathetic comedic joke imitation.
He watched the feminine figure take many steps back.
A few of these wires ripped through into his skin, into his chest area. This only caused Walter more fear as his hand feverishly tried to pull this invader out of him. The more he struggled to pull it out, the more his heart pumped. This caused more and more blood, his blood, to bled-out over and around his already dying body.
Finally he caught the main piece. He felt eight leg-wire projection from its body....'It's some sort of spider!' he realized. 'A spider's invading his body.' Walter tried to pull more than anyone would have suspected. He didn't know who this feminine figure was, but he didn't see how anyone doing this to him would be a friend. The most likely reason in Walter mind was simply that he was being used. He didn't know why they would put it into a dying man...artificial vampire...unless they, whoever was responsible for this, were interested in his lifeless body. Perhaps this was some sort of device for controlling a dead body. It would be quite a feat to be able to control a lifeless corpse remotely.
"You Bitch!" his tried to yell, but found that he could only whisper.
Walter chest hurt immensely, specially in the middle. He wondered what the thing was doing in there. He felt to the traitor that his heart was being cut out. '(at least whoever was responsible knew that he had one)'He thought darkly. It occurred to him that it could was an automated devise for the extraction for organs from the dead...or the living; Anyone who would do this to someone while still alive had to be sicker than sick.
'Those sick fuckers' Walter thought, 'why won't they just let me die in peace?'
The figure continued watching this scene. Oddly enough he could scene that she didn't seem to be enjoying the scene, to the contrary he got the impression that she was worried.
'but what is she worried about?' he asked himself. 'the results? The damage to my body? ...or could it be that she is worried about me?'
Walter saw the blonde feminine figure advance on him once again as the blur became bigger and bigger.
She dragged him closer to her companion, who was standing by something large which was omitting all of the blinding light.
Wishing to preserve what little vision he still had Walter looked away.
She picked him up. This surprise him because he didn't think that she would be so strong. To the ex-butler's surprise she threw him.
"Good Luck" she said loud enough for him to hear clearly; then everything was black.
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END of Ch 1
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AN: Many people credit Walter's demise to his gun shot wound, from Wolf, however, I believe that the doctor's failure to make him a vampire, lead (or was leading) to his destruction; the gun shot just sped things up.
(1) – Muscle can slip off bone.
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Preview of the next chapter: Unfamiliar Surroundings
Walter Dornez opened his eyes and looked directly up at the face of a young girl. She smiled. Then turned to face her distant companions.
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