Chapter 4 A New Guitar Hero

Seras awoke to find herself shackled to the floor of a dimly lit room. Her wrist's skin peeled and raw from the weight. why am I so weak questioned Seras? Why am i not healing? SOOOO, chimed in a familiar German accent, the Fraulein thinks that smashing ones skull in will kill them for good? such foolishness.

The plump Major walked into the room with an armed Nazi guard holding a Mauser machine pistol. Seras felt adrenaline rushing through her veins. she rose up causing the weight of the chains to snap her wrists. The pain was searing Seras screamed in agony, tears swelling up in her eyes.

Ha look at you chirped the Major in a delighted mood your captains foolishness has rubbed off on you and look where that got him, SHOT, and impaled. Don't you dare talk about him like that growled Seras. My young dear I do not believe you are in a position to make threats stated the Major as he leaned over and held her chin. Seras was forced to look into his twisted yellow pupils.

The Majors delighted voice switched into a low sadistic voice. "Every night that you go to sleep I am going to make sure you're dreams are turned into hell bent nightmares". Seras was terrified she wanted to think of something happy, but all that went through her head was trauma.

The Major turned away and shouted an order in German to the guard before leaving. The guard walked over to Seras, raised the barrel of the Mauser to her head....BANG!


Seras groaned to the feeling of something wet pressing against her face. her eyelids fluttered, she noticed she was in a comfortable queen sized bed. It was a hell of allot more comfortable than the wooden dusty coffin she had been practically forced to sleep in. What she didn't get was why her boots were still on and who's room this was. She recollected her thoughts remembering falling asleep in that captain's car before waking up here.

She could barely remember his name. Wasn't it something like Shane or Dwayne? No it was Dayne. She felt bad for forgetting it technically right after he had introduced himself. What the hell was licking my face though? wondered Seas before hearing a panting sound right next to her. She looked over to see a short haired dog withe a brown eye and a blue eye and covered with black and white was a good seven or eight years old. Seras knew it wasn't a Dalmatian but she still could not even hint on what kind of dog it was. Seras noticed that it's tail was like a helicopter as it continued to lick her face. She suddenly got distracted by the sound of an electric guitar, who ever must be playing is sure missing a few notes, thought Seras. She straightened herself up and carefully opened the door. She was instantly startled by what she saw. The man, Dayne, who rescued her was playing the guitar. but something caught her eye.

The guitar was plastic and the wire didn't connect to an amp, but to a small white box with a green glowing circle sitting in front of a tv. It must have been some kind of video game considering his fingers pressed buttons similar to what it shoed on the screen. the song he was playing was insane. i involved button smashing notes and the lyrics were obviously metal.

He was to occupied with the seemingly endless stream of notes to notice Seras was standing right behind him. Seras never got to listen to music very much throughout her life, and when she was orphaned they did not at all understand her tomboyish behavior so she ended up having to listen to the fru fru girlie crap that they gave her to listen to. She actually didn't mind the song at all and when Dayne got to the big finish he ended up headbanging like he was an actual rock star.

Thank you, thank you. That was BYOB by system of a down and next we will play Scream Aim Fire by Bullet fo my Valentine woot woot. He turned around noticing Seras was clapping. Oh so you are up? Oreo didn't wake you up did she? Who, the dog asked Seras? Well yeah but I decided I should probably get up anyway. Well at least I put you under the covers, otherwise she would have probably sniffed up your skirt, said Dayne.

Seras couldn't help but blush at the fact of this nosey pet. I love company said Dayne cheerfully, I haven't had a guest for three years, just being pinned down by enemy fire. Seras noticed he looked mostly at her hair and into her eyes, while the Hellsing employee's would look at her short skirt and stockings. Dayne reached out and lightly grabbed her spiky hair. Hey what are you doing, cried Seras. Oh sorry, said Dayne startled, I saw something in you're hair.

You are a horrible liar said Seras playfully. You're right Said Dayne I'm actually amazed how you're hair makes you look so beautiful. Thank you said Seras surprised, no one had ever complemented her hair before. Here said Dayne Handing Seras the plastic controller let's see how much of a guitar hero you really are. Okay, said Seras accepting the plastic controller. She decided to play a song that she seemed to like "Rooftops". It seemed easy at first and then Seras realized how hard it was to hit the notes on screen in rhythm to the ones on the guitar. Within thirty seconds, the virtual crowd had booed her off the stage.

Damn it! Said Seras angrilly as she dropped the controller to the ground. Don't worry, said Dayne rising up from his seat on the couch, you'll get used to it. We all get used to stuff, even if it's shit we don't want to get used to.