As I walked down the stairs, I noticed the world around start to wobble. It seemed I was becoming… disconnected with my dreams. For a moment I saw a bright light above, and familiar faces above me, sad and forlorn. Yet I could not quite place these faces in my memory, despite my every try. The world around solidified, and when I looked down there was Seras, in a very, well, provocative outfit. She looked up at me with childlike innocence, blue eyes glimmering.
"Hey James, I've been waiting so long for you to come back. What kept you?" She said, perking up on my approach. "Oh, well, uh… places." I mumbled quietly. "What kind of places? Can you take me there sometime?" She asked, eyes widened with hope and excitement. "I don't know, maybe." I replied, a little louder and more confident this time.
She squealed in delight before jumping up and hugging me, the force of it knocking me to the floor. "oh thank you thank you thank you! You have no idea how boring these stupid missions with Master can get. We never go anywhere fun." I smirked a little, her settling into my lap as I sat up. "Master said I was acting weird, didn't he?" I was definitely surprised by how accurate she was, but didn't outwardly show it. "Do you wanna head to the garden? We won't be bothered for quite a while." She smirked at me, and traced a finger down my chest. But before I could reply, there was a resounding crash from every possible side. My head suddenly began screaming with pain, as if I was being ripped apart. Suddenly the world became very dark; the lights in the hallways seeming to almost all fail at once. Blasts of gunfire rang out from around the mansion, providing brief flashes of light on what they were aiming at. Horribly deformed, monstrous things came scrabbling down the hallway on stunted bladelike legs, parts of them decomposing and excess limbs swiping at random, cutting through flesh like butter. Necromorphs, I realized then. These were Dead Space necromorphs. Blue fire crackled to life in my hands, ready to strike. Seras had her massive rifle ready to fire. I always wondered where she hid a gun so big in an outfit so small. In this set of dreams, here in Hellsing, I was the last of an otherwise extinct race they called Magi, with ability to harness the elements, manipulate minds, and telekinetically enhance themselves or objects, the latter under the control of the Magi to be used as a weapon or defense. We wandered the halls together, reaching the third floor very easily. I noticed then it had become eerily quiet. The door to Integra's office was directly ahead of us. We headed towards it when suddenly all hell broke loose. The doors blasted open, necromorphs spilling out like a ruptured water balloon from all sides. Before they got a chance to strike, however, blue bolts of energy soared from above, striking down multiple morphs. I looked up, and saw the trademark blue-lit mask wielding the famous plasma cutter. It was Isaac Clarke, the hero of the Dead Space series. Add in to that the sudden appearance of Alucard, and Seras and I pitching in, the wave of necromorphs was reduced to a mere drip in a matter of minutes. When the last one finally collapsed in a bloody heap dead to the floor, we all charged forward into Sir Integra's office, and found a horrifying sight. It was Integra, violently torn open from the neck to the bellybutton. The morph that was attacking her was quite ugly, and seemed to be the biggest of them all. We all fired at once, knocking the morph off of the nearly lifeless body. It never got a chance to get back up. The anti-tank rifle Seras wielded combined with Alucards guns, Isaacs' plasma cutter and my repeated smashing of the thing with the desk pulverized it to nothing. Alucard advanced to Integra, with a look in his eye which I could swear was sadness. Integra said nothing, but instead handed him a note, which detailed essentially her will, and a final assignment for me only; to wake up.