The sun glared down mercilessly as I stood behind a wooden stand, decked with coat and jacket, just in front of a supposedly abandoned warehouse. In front of me was a long line of homeless, and the poor alike. Their eyes filled with hunger, hope and happiness as people walked into the warehouse.
Nobody even questioned why the people inside weren't leaving.
Inside the warehouse was a random Nazi vampire from Millennia that I had asked for help after getting permission from the kind Major, knocking out every Latino the moment they went inside, before quickly gagging and tying them down.
The line moved again, and a man in his thirties stared at me with hopeful and grateful look as he grabbed my hands, spouting out words in Spanish as tears poured out from his eyes, before finally giving me a grateful smile as the line moved again.
I didn't understand what he was saying, but it didn't take much to figure it out. He probably had a family, starving and poor waiting at home, and then suddenly a 'kind organization' showed up and suddenly opened a stand with the Spanish equivalent of, 'Free food, for everyone!' in the middle of poor and uncared slums.
I mercilessly stomped the guilt that poked its beaten head from my conscience like a drunken cheating abusive husband would to his pregnant wife, two sons, and one daughter.
I looked down at the long line, narrowing my eyes and I felt my vision cleared as I could look farther. I looked down at the notebook on the table, writing down a number, before slumping myself on my chair in a relaxed stance, taking Schrödinger's perfect brew of coffee to keep me awake.
Too easy, came to mind as I stared at the moving line once more, giving a smile at one of the soon-be-dead Latino. To be honest, I was expecting some shit to go down; like for some random Vampire to attack, thinking us for the perfect food. Heck, I was even expecting Father Anderson himself to come here and began to massacre us.
That didn't happen.
That didn't bode well with me. I was being paranoid, I knew. But in a world where Alucard himself could come knocking down on your door, say hello, before proceeding to give you the worst night ever; such thing is needed.
The only good thing was that Alucard was probably still sealed at this time, if the newspaper didn't decide to give me a surprise rape.
Slowly but surely, as I waited for something bad to happen, the sun began to settle itself into the horizon as its sister decided to change place and the line began to thin as well. Funny thing is, nobody still asked me why people weren't getting out.
That's another thing I loved about the age of seventies, and in such a slum. Everyone is stupid. I doubt even half of them was literate, and the only reason they knew we were giving free food was because one rare specimen was literate, if only barely.
Heck, I even doubt anyone in the line even knew who Nazis are.
I turned to look at an old lady in the line, looking patient even though she looked pale in hunger. I tapped at her shoulder, and she startled, before looking at me and giving me a questioning word in Spanish.
In return, I smiled and pointed a finger at my chest. "Nazi,"
She blinked, returning my smile as she nodded enthusiastically as she pointed at herself. "Rafaela!"
I nodded back, shaking my head as I returned to watching the darkening sky to muse by myself. That feeling of utter wrongness, and paranoia were still there. I frowned. Something got to be happening by now!
But nothing did, and as the line finished itself, I walked back into to the warehouse. The vampire Nazi, Adal, gave me a shark-like grin as he stood straight, giving me a salute. "Operation Charity worked as planned, sir," he shouted, a thick Germany accent in his voice.
I regarded him with a dry look. "You do realize that you're my superior, right?" I pointed.
He dropped his salute, shrugging his shoulder as we walked to the back of the warehouse. "You are still the one handling this operation, and as the Major had said, I'm to listen to you,"
I shook my head tiredly. "How many people we captured?" I asked.
At this, he grinned wickedly, showing shark-like teeth that vampires are famous for and I had no doubt having coitus with them would've been a pain, even if you got the Tongue. "Three-hundred-fifty-four," he said. "It's our best record for the most capturing Latinos assignment. I'm sure the Doctor is very happy about this,"
As soon as he said it, we arrived at the back part of the warehouse, and what I saw made that whimpering guilt to poke its head out again, before I quickly slapped it with my figurative fist.
The hundreds of gagged, tied and crying Latinos looked up as I entered the room. Fear filled their eyes as they stared at me, added with a dash of anger and betrayal. A child, barely in his teens, whom I remembered before in the line, looked at me with that look that promised revenge. His eyes red in tears, and blood poured from his wrists, probably caused by the friction between the ropes.
Everybody, it's Eren!
Soon to be dead-Eren, but Eren nonetheless!
Shaking my head, I took my place in front of the gaggle of gagged Latinos, in the middle of the room. I could feel their hatred, mixed and shook with fear as their eyes followed me.
Like a salesman demonstrating Viagra, which haven't been invented, curiously, I spread my arms. "Good evening everyone," I greeted them, and in the back, Adal repeated what I'd said in Spanish. "I want to go to a long monologue, believe me I do, but I'll cut it short," I waited until Adal finished translating what I was saying. "You're all going to die. Thank you for listening to this humble servant of... the Nazi."
As Adal finished that, all of their eyes went comically wide in fear, erasing all that trace of hatred as they struggled harder against their bounds, despair growing like gays in the back of their heads. It was probably childish, comically clichéd, unneeded, cruel, and probably pictured me as a coward, but dammit if I was going to stay alive, then I was going to stay alive.
And if that mean I would have to break every Latino I captured into despair, then so fucking be it!
I turned around, kicking that guilt back to its cage as I gave Adal a nod, and waited outside. Curiously, the empty mug of coffee I had left before was now refilled back to its brim. Smiling grimly, I took the mug, inhaling the sweet aroma of coffee, before I took a sip of it.
I stared into the sky as I waited for a small group of Nazis to arrive and help us carrying the Latinos.
"Always look at the bright side of life~"
()_()_()
It didn't take quite long of a time before a large truck— disguised as a commercial transportation—, and a group of vampire Nazis arrived, and quickly transported the despair filled Latinos into the truck. The moment the Latinos were loaded, we all went inside the truck. An unfortunate Nazi, Jericho, had to ride the truck by the roof.
It didn't take long for us to arrive to the base's entry, a well hidden entry under the city's dirtiest place, the garbage dump. It's a place that even the police wouldn't even consider investigating. Not because the low crime rate, but because of the opposite.
One day, a police searched through the dump, and suddenly they found a dead body. The next day, they found another body, and the killer weren't even caught yet, and then the next day, another body was found again. Soon, there was so much body found that the police simply left it alone because it was a waste of time.
Entering the entrance, we arrived in the room between the base and the entrance. Where if intruder were somehow managed to found and go inside, they would riddled with holes, or eaten by the Vampires. It was both a trap room, and also a garage; a very large garage of one truck.
"Amazing..."
I turned to the source of the voice, finding myself staring at the slack-jawed Doctor as he stared at the amount of... guinea pigs being carried out. "How did you do this?"
I shrugged, smiling in dark humor. "I call it Project Charity,"
Quickly, the Doctor regained control over his face as he tilted his glasses back to its place, a maddened grin in his voice as he giggled. "Indeed? What a fitting name. The Major will be happy for this! In fact!" he shouted, startling me and several Nazis in the background. "I'll talk with the Major right now! Come, follow me!"
I did, and as the Doctor began to spout off some bullshit about how this was going to help the progress of the vampire manufacturing, I began to tune him out and pulled myself into my own thought.
The first thing I thought was about my power. My own pocket dimension and I don't only need to use my palm to store things. Something I did to my jacket and coat the moment I entered the premise, I could use every part of my body, which led me on swallowing the chip the Doctor had implanted into my storage dimension.
Something I wasn't going to do anytime soon, because not only was it risky— I don't even know where it was placed to begin with, anyway— and I don't like the chance of having to 'store' my organs, but the thought of having Schrodinger popping to existence behind my back, and slit my throat without me knowing was fucking scary.
That said, I could still abuse it like a perfect munchkin. I could store rain showers of weapon Gilgamesh style; I could probably use it to steal someone's weapon if they touched my skin, counting that I was not dead, yet. And I could store the body of someone.
Something I definitely am not going to do ever. God knows the consequences of such thing. Especially if I absorb Alucard; bad things would definitely happen. I don't know what, but bad things would definitely happen.
Everything that involves in gathering the hostility of Alucard means bad things would happen to the offender.
And since confrontation with the Vampire is completely inevitable by now, I was hoping that Seras would be the one that kills me, and or eat me. I think being Seras' familiar wouldn't that bad of a thing.
That's counting whether she would or not, and thinking about her, probably not.
A creaking sound of a door opening snapped me out of my thought into reality, as I followed the Doctor entering the room. It was the same room we were in this morning. It was reminiscent of a conference room, with the Major sitting on the largest chair.
Standing behind him ever vigilantly was the natural Werewolf, or also known as the Captain, all with his hat and stuffs. And sitting on the corner of the table was the everly confusing Schrodinger, giving me a smile that won't be out of place on every cat's face.
"How is your mission, Private?" The Major asked.
I gave the man a salute, before I answered question. "Operation Charity was a success, Major. We captured three-hundred-and-fifty-four Latinos, sir,"
The Major's smile widened as he tilted his head slightly to regard the Doctor. "That's record breaking, Private. Tell me, how did you do that?"
Shrugging, I answered his question. He already knew the answer anyway. There's a chip hidden in my body for a purpose.