I have just purchased Hellsing 5-8 and I have to say, Hellsing may be one of the best if not the best modern anime. The dub was brilliant, and Seras sounds better than she did originally. Anyway, I like the frequent appearance of Anderson. He never get's enough screen time, with his epic highlander accent.
The story is not dead, simply a little lack of inspiration as of late, more to come, and I hopefully get this finished.
Also, I have a little idea for what's in store for our Crimson Vampire, but you'll see soon enough.
Thanks for reading! And I really do appreciate reviews!
The priest sat at the wheel, with doctor sitting uncomfortably beside him.
The priest bashed the dashboard in frustration. The starter was severed by a stray blade, and the damn thing wouldn't turn over.
"Erghh."
The doctor quickly withdrew his sonic screwdriver. The priest leaned back as it was placed to the key-hole. As if it magic, the engine sputtered to life.
"You are full ah surprises doctor."
The priest hit the gas slowly, allowing the truck to slowly accelerate. In the back Amy sat quietly.
They really don't care about killing. Seras did it. Aluacard lives it. Anderson thinks it's necessary. Anyone is a threat, and can be exterminated.
In brief flashes, she saw the battle Seras had with Vogol. The cruel smirk she carried was vibrant and ominous as the crescent moon above them that night.
"It looks as if the primary construct is underground." Anderson noted as he dove ever closer to the motor pool.
Indeed, it was a mansion ahead, but it obviously was just a ploy to hide the true intentions from spy satellites and photographers.
"Where do ya think they've taken the machines." He asked.
"Deeper, but I'd say directly under the mansion," the doctor replied,"look at the spire they've built on top, that is undoubtably an atmospheric conductor, designed to harvest electrical storms. Why though? What would be the point of harvesting natural lightning?"
"Maybe they have frankenstein in their collection also." Amy chimed in from in back, apparently showing that time to think had mended her sadness."
The ground turned to a dirt road, the men kept their heads down as a group of men marched outside.
"They've got UV gear." Anderson grunted, swerving right into a less occupied area.
"What, so that protects them from the sun then?"
"Aye."
"I didn't think about guards-"the doctor was about to add to his thought but then gave a sudden command to the driver,"Left! By the hanger under the trees, it looks like a lift!"
The truck twisted port and shot off into the garage sized box that was the vacant lift. The doctor jumped clumsily out and grabbed the closest piece of machinery; a hastily installed switch which he hoped was the lift controls.
His urgency fueled by the fact that a squad of grenadiers were marching their way over, and if they saw them...
Well let's just say he didn't want to become the first timelord/ghoul hybrid