Chapter 5
The Clot Thickens
Raindrops had pounded the windows relentlessly amongst the violent gusts of wind, as Ceras wandered inside of the previously abandoned hospital in search of clues in order to aid the investigation. She peered into the right side of the main hall, where Maeve walked through during the past mission while dressed in a pair of jeans, black boots, and a white shirt that features the famed robot Gir from the TV show Invader Zim.
The sneakers squeaked against the floor while looking at the security camera across the hall and thought It still has the red light blinking, that meant it must have recorded the events and could give me some clues as to what happened to the people here as well as Maeve. She dashed toward the device and plucked it from its cradle, looking into the eye piece anxiously while stopping the camera and having it perform the rewind function.
The events that the camera recorded had both compelled her to witness what had happened and filled her with anxiety to learn the truth behind the morbid history. She watched in horror to observe five men dressed in black uniforms and masks that had concealed their faces. They had spoken not a word as they were each armed with air-pump rifles and fired numerous rounds into the halls and rooms. The ammunition was different from the typical standard bullets, since they resembled silver spheres that had released simultaneous gray vapors from the holes that was located at their diameters. Ceras had paused the footage and removed the eye piece from her gaze. "They're blooming terrorists…" she managed to say despite the shock to her senses. She looked downward to her right to take notice of the tell-tale sphere, approaching it carefully and kneeled down to lift the crucial item from the floor. "This is going to be a big clue to analyze." she remarked while walking towards the entrance.
Ceras had returned to the headquarters a half an hour later with the camera and ball. Walter approached her briskly once she had stepped through the entrance and entered the front lobby. "Where have you been?" he asked, curiously. "Gathering evidence." she answered and extended the items at a slight arm length. "We will have to show these to Integra immediately." Walter said and gestured for Ceras to follow him through the lobby and hall.
Once the pair had arrived at the Integra's office door, Walter's knuckles rapped upon the surface and said, "My lady we have something crucial for you to examine." "Very well, you may enter." Integra's voice answered from within the room. They had entered the office after the permission was granted, Ceras shutting the door behind themselves as her crimson gaze met Integra's blue ones with concern. "What is it that you wish for me to examine, Walter?" Integra asked as he approached her desk. "The police girl has discovered footage that may give us a information of the culprits responsible for Hellfly's illness." Walter replied and placed the camera upon her desk.
Integra raised a golden brow quizzically, lifting the camera from the surface and pushed the play button to display the recorded history. Her face tensed in apprehension as she watched the footage and exhaled a soft growl from beneath her breath. After five minutes of viewing, the camera was returned slowly to the desk as the brows were furrowed, the pearly white teeth gritted together and a fist slammed loudly upon the furniture's surface. "Those bastards will pay a thousand fold in blood for what they have done! This will not go unpunished and I will use honorable warfare instead of the cowardly germ one they have waged! Bullets, wires, and now fire are at my disposal to erase these freaks off the face of the earth! They need to be stopped before any more innocent people die of this crafted plague!" Integra shouted in the midst of her fury.
Walter nodded his head in agreement to her bold statement as Ceras was mildly frightened to see the furious aspect to Integra's personality. A long sigh was exhaled after Integra inhaled a few puffs from her cigar and the eyes closed in brief relaxation. "What needs to be done is to catch these villains before they strike again…" Integra said and opened her eyes to look upon her comrades, uttering the sentence in a calmer tone. "I agree with that Miss Hellsing…" Alucard's voice said as he casually entered the office through a wall. "Master…" Ceras said softly while smiling.
"Is there an idea that you wish to propose, Alucard?" Integra asked. "I will follow these turds to confront them personally. Now that the police girl has brought an item that they have handled, it would make it that much easier to track them down." Alucard replied with a wicked fangly grin. He approached the desk and lifted the ball from the surface to survey it curiously, turning it over between his hands with closed eyes. "I will let you take the task of search and destroy, Alucard," Integra said as a small grin surfaced upon her face, "As for the rest of the plan, I will need troops dispatched at all of the hospitals of London." "Yes, my lady, I will relay the message to them immediately." Walter said after bowing and departing from the room as Ceras followed him.
An hour had passed since Alucard had followed the scent of his intended target, the boots had scraped against the pavement of a ghetto neighborhood. His face remained emotionless beneath his wide-brimmed hat and seemingly not concerned with the dimly lit hostile alleyways he traveled. A sudden rush of footsteps had scurried from behind him, which caused Alucard to only grin and paused within his tracks. "You may show yourself now since it is a futile effort to hide from me." he said without turning to the source of the sound. "You are as good as they say, Monsieur Nosferatu." a French accented voice replied from behind a dumpster. Alucard smirked and said, "Save the flattery for when you are begging for mercy." He drew his infamous silver pistol and black gun known as The Jackal from his red trench coat. "And the arrogance still remains in your nature." the voice replied. A young man dressed in black with sandy blond hair stepped out of the hiding place. He withdrew two guns from the pockets of his pants which were identified as Desert Eagles with the .50 caliber. "Impressive artillery, but it will soon be over." Alucard said.
The man dashed towards him and executed a bullet from one of barrels, hitting the spot between Alucard's eyes. Alucard seemed to have smiled as his head was thrown back from the force of the impact along with the heavy spray of blood. He continued to deeply chuckle while in the midst of several random bullets projected which ripped the flesh from his face and tore into his fine clothes with other profuse spouts of blood from the exit wounds. His opponent had continued to gaze upon him in a stupefied manner and he simply threw the gun into Alucard's face with all of his strength. "Damn your immortality, you fucking pathetic little pet!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Speak for yourself…" Alucard remarked, not phased by the second impact to his face. He placed the barrel of the silver gun upon his forehead and the Jackal between the breasts and said coldly, "Die!" His fingers pulled each trigger and his own bullets created a gaping hole in each vital spot in the enemy's body. Alucard's form began to regenerate, the holes began to cease the blood flow in the midst of reforming themselves.
A note fell to the ground from the sky, it descended slowly as it flowed amongst the stars which barely shone due to the city lights and pollution that influenced the atmosphere. Alucard snatched the paper from the air one-handed and its message had aggravated him.
We have your petite fille feur! ( little fire girl) She will make a beautiful addition to our cause. Searching for her is useless as well as your pitiful attempts in stopping our plague. Prepare for infinite death to all of England in one week from now.
From your friends at The Apocalypse Wave
Good bye!
Alucard crumpled the paper in his anguish and said between clenched teeth. "It is not over until I say it is! "