Chapter 2: Forming a Plan
Hellsing Mansion
As the car drove up to the Hellsing Mansion, Tina had a vision. She saw blood and fire, horrible slaughter as men were eaten alive by vampires and what she could only describe as zombies. She had a vision of a powerful vampire in red, the most horrifying monster of all, that had once called the mansion his home. Finally she saw in her vision a vampire unlike others, one who didn't kill indiscriminately, who fought for humanity with her entire being, and had power that would make other vampires quake in their boots. "Hey," Tommy Jarvis said beside her, "You alright?" "Yes, I just…had a vision is all. A lot of things have happened here. Bloody things," Tina explained as she put her sunglasses on and stepped out with Mr. Jarvis. The doors of the car behind them opened up as well as six of the Agency's best field operatives stepped out. The door to the Mansion opened and out walked one of the most intimidating women Tina had ever seen.
She was tall for a woman, between 5'8" or 5'10", with tanned skin and long platinum blonde hair wearing a green suit with a blue cravat and a silver cross necklace, and an eyepatch over her left eye socket while her other eye was brilliantly blue behind thick gunmetal framed glasses. Soldiers in khaki combat uniforms came out as well and one stepped forward. "Present identification," the soldier ordered. The CIA operatives all showed their badges, as did Tina, while Mr. Jarvis showed his wallet ID. "Really paranoid I see," Mr. Jarvis said as he was handed back his wallet. "We've had issues with security in the past," the tall woman said, Tina remembered her in some of the visions, this was Sir Integra Hellsing. "Welcome to Hellsing. I am the head of the Hellsing Organization, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. If you'll follow me, you shall meet the final member of this squad," Sir Hellsing said, and everyone followed her into the mansion.
They walked past halls hallowed with service to England by the blood of the men who died there, Tina saw various spots that were familiar to her from her visions. Halls once drenched in blood and bodies now appeared spotless. Sir Hellsing led them to a mirror, and pushed it aside to show a stone staircase down to what could only be called a dungeon. "Step lively now, if you have a torch with you, I suggest you use it, unless you have good night vision," Sir Hellsing said as she walked down the stairway. "So, this is where vampires live," Mr. Jarvis said as he pulled out a flashlight and turned it on. "We used to have two, now we have one. She will be assisting you against Jason Voorhees," Sir Hellsing said as they got to the bottom of the stairway and down a hall to a wooden door.
Sir Hellsing opened the door to a room with an electric ceiling light on, a wood dresser on one wall, two massive cannons in a corner, a desk with a laptop on it, and in the center of the room was a light brown coffin with a white cross decorating it on top of a stand. "Seras Victoria, say hello to our guests," Sir Hellsing ordered. The coffin opened up, and a pale blonde woman with glowing red eyes sat up, and got out of the coffin. "Seras Victoria, reporting for duty!" the vampire said with a salute. Everyone except Sir Hellsing and Tina was…surprised to say the least. Seras Victoria was short, maybe 5'5" at most, with the kind of body most women would pay a fortune for, except for her left arm, which appeared to be a mass of shadows. "You're the vampire," Mr. Jarvis said, getting closer to her. "Yes I am," Seras said with a small smile. "Not what I was expecting," he said.
"Would a demonstration satisfy you, Mr. Jarvis?" Sir Hellsing asked. "It might," he said. "Then try to lift up those Harkonnen Cannons, both of them," Sir Hellsing told him. Mr. Jarvis looked at her, and then the cannons and said, "Yeah right! Maybe one, but not both!" Seras smirked then, and easily lifted both cannons with her right arm. "Holy shit!" Mr. Jarvis said, the CIA Agents all made various exclamations of their own. "And there's more. Seras Victoria possesses superhuman speed and stamina, regeneration, and telepathic abilities. And a few abilities that are better seen than described," Sir Hellsing said as Seras put the Harkonnen Cannons down. She then pushed her left shadow arm into the wall, and the…dark power that the arm was made of coated the wall, and spikes shot out of it, as well as several tentacles. The CIA Agents all drew their weapons, except for Tina, and Mr. Jarvis took a few steps back from Seras. Seras pulled her shadow arm off the wall and the spikes and tentacles disappeared. "Are you satisfied, Mr. Jarvis?" Sir Hellsing asked as the Agents put their guns away. "Absolutely. I admit, she may look like a Playboy model, but that vampire, Seras Victoria, she's something else," Mr. Jarvis said, looking at Seras warily.
"Now that that's taken care of, let's go to the Conference Room, and try to form our plan of attack," Sir Hellsing said. Everyone once again followed her out of the dungeon and into the regular part of the mansion. The sun was still high in the sky, and Seras walked past the sunlit windows easily. "So, vampires don't die in the sun then?" Mr. Jarvis asked. "Most do," Seras answered, "I'm just a very special vampire. But it still makes me weak though. It's exhausting to be in direct sunlight." "And all the other stuff, crosses, garlic, silver, stake through the heart, they work too?" Mr. Jarvis asked. Seras nodded, "Though I'm not easy to kill, all that can work, though the garlic only weakens me, it can't kill by itself." "You're awfully trusting," one of the Agents said, an average height woman with sun kissed skin and black hair, Agent Juanita Ayala. "I'm not that easy to kill," Seras said. Without warning Agent Ayala drew her gun and shot at Seras, Seras quickly dodged the bullet, grabbed Agent Ayala by the arm, and twisted it behind her before getting her into a rear naked choke hold.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Sir Hellsing demanded. "Just…testing her out," Agent Ayala said as Seras let her go. "You're good, real good," Agent Ayala said to Seras. "I was a police officer before I was a vampire. In England you need to know a variety of take down techniques, since most officers don't carry guns," Seras answered. "Would anyone else like to test their luck?" Sir Hellsing asked the other Agents. "No ma'am, we're satisfied," the lead Agent, a tall man with brown hair and a scar across his forehead, Agent John Louis, said. No one said or did anything after that, as they were all led to a Conference Room where ten manila folders were on a round table that seated twelve waited for them. "Take your seats. Review the files if you must," Sir Hellsing said.
For fifteen minutes everyone but Sir Hellsing, Tina, and Mr. Jarvis reviewed the files on Jason Voorhees. "So, what weapons are we being outfitted with?" one agent, Agent Gordon Bile, a 5'9" African-American agent with short hair and a prominent gold tooth asked. "Whatever weapons we deem necessary. It is my understanding according to these files that small arms are useless against Jason Voorhees, yet shotguns and blunt weapons are effective. Explosives might work, but that will depend on the situation," Sir Hellsing answered. "Mines could work…or they might blow up in our faces," Agent Marceline Li, a 5' Chinese-American agent with a face that made her look like she was barely in her teens said, "according to this report from the last attempt to destroy Voorhees, three SWAT officers were killed by their own grenades." "If you ask me," Agent Patrick Gould, 6' 2" blonde haired agent with a prominent hawk nose said, "I think we should try to incapacitate him somehow, maybe use tranquilizers, then burn him until there's only ash, preferably with napalm."
"But will tranquilizers work?" Agent Hailey Fowler, 5'2" with thin lips and a pointed chin asked, "Remember, he's supposed to be dead, or undead. Who's to say that he even has blood circulation anymore?" "She has a point, if he still had blood circulation then he would have suffered from massive hemorrhaging, and stopped moving entirely," Bile pointed out. "There's also this healing factor he possesses," Li said, "Even if tranquilizers did work, how long would they be effective?" "That is the question, isn't it?" Sir Hellsing said, "We don't know what powers him. Vampires such as Seras are powered by the life force found in blood, and grow stronger through it. They gain even greater power if they have a live victim, after draining them, their victim's soul then becomes a part of them as well. However, if these files are accurate, then Jason Voorhees doesn't devour his victims, only kills them, and displays their bodies in gruesome ways. The problem we face, ladies and gentlemen, is that we haven't a clue about the source of his power.
"If we knew its source, then we could know of a weakness to exploit," Sir Hellsing concluded. "You know," Mr. Jarvis spoke up, "I'm with him," he pointed to Agent Gould, "I don't care how he got the way he is, I just think that we need to focus on destroying Jason's body completely. My plan, before I saw everyone here, was to knock him down with a twelve gauge and hack him to pieces with a hatchet, if I could, and dowse him in gas, then light the fucker up, like I should have done a long time ago." "But Mr. Jarvis," Tina said, "If we try that, what then? What if Jason's…soul possesses another body? Or…if his power comes from an outside…force, what if another comes to take Jason's place?" "There's the rub," Seras said, "We don't know enough. We need to know more. Maybe we can, I don't know, separate into two teams? One stays on the look-out for him, while another explores the area to try to find out the how and why?" The discussion went on for hours, everyone deadly serious as they wondered what weapons they needed, how to destroy Jason Voorhees, and the what ifs his very existence brought into question.
On the road to Crystal Lake
"Joey! Stop it!" Kelly yelled at her little brother. He was doing that stupid 'I'm not touching you' thing, with her hair and a piece of gum, "I swear to God I will KILL YOU if that gum gets in my hair!" "HEY!" their Dad yelled from the front, "Joey, what did I tell you about that gum? In your mouth, or out the window. If I gotta tell you one more time, when we get back home, you ain't seeing your Gamecube for a whole month!" "Fine," Joey said as he popped the gum back in his mouth. Kelly sighed as she looked out the window. Ever since Mom had died two years ago in that car wreck, Joey had been a complete brat, and Dad had been a workaholic. Then all of a sudden he got the 'brilliant idea' to go out into some stupid woods for a camping trip! A lot of bull about 'getting away from it all' and 'try to reconnect' with each other. Kelly just sighed, Mom was the only one in this messed up family that was sane.
"One more hour, then we'll be there. You know, I first met your Mom at the camp. Man, that woman was the opposite of me, outdoorsy, knew her way around the woods, smoking hot," Dad said. "DAD!" Kelly and Joey both yelled. Dad just laughed, he was a skinny nerd if ever there was one, yet Mom somehow liked him enough to marry him. She had been a red-haired knockout, if she had a few less freckles she might have been a model. "Yeah, she was the expert, but I did learn a thing from her," Dad said. "Yes sir," Dad said, a little quieter. Joey swallowed, he had gotten Mom's freckles, and Dad's physique, "What was Mom carrying again? A deer?" "Actually, it was some rabbits," Dad said nostalgically. Kelly smiled a little, remembering Mom, and hoping this trip would really help them. It seemed to be working already.
Author's Note: I'm feeling happy. My friend is alright, though we won't be able to communicate regularly. Anyway, I admit there won't be much blood for a few chapters, but please bear with me. I'll do my best to make it worth it for you my fellow horror fans.