Chapter 14.5: Extra
Sorry if you expecting a legit chapter, I just got this tiny one for you as an extra. Wasn't really planning to type this one up because Hellsing: The Dawn is incomplete, but I can give you something to read while you wait for the next chapter. The next chapter after this will take place in Cheddar and the timeline will coincide with the manga/anime (Hellsing Ultimate because we all know the first anime tv series was fucking shit). Just wanted to clarify some things so sorry for this lengthy thing here. Hope you enjoy reading even if it is tiny, I'll try to get the next chapter by Saturday. Thanks for the reviews from the last chapter, one of them I had to use google translator for because it was in bloody Portuguese.
"What flies, but has no wings?"
A battle cry and the distinct zing of metal being whipped through the air.
"How many times have you asked the same question Alucard?"
The sound of flesh tearing apart and bone breaking.
He laughed, but it was hollow and it dull.
"As many times as I want, because you can't do anything about it"
The smell of a dog, a filthy dog.
"I can leave you and you can rot by yourself asshole".
A gasp of breath and the sound of wire tightening
"When did your mouth go so foul, Seras?"
His eyes were opening, one by one they are cracking open from their slumber. His arm reaching for something within the shadows, the shadowy mass of tendrils wrapping around him. The spilt blood trailing towards him, his coffin absorbing the sinful liquid.
"And I wonder when did you become a cynical bastard?!" She laughed, she was smiling. But he couldn't see it.
"Don't be dumb Seras, you know when", he grinned as one of his arm shot out, holding a semi-automatic machine gun, aimed perfectly at a bulking arm choking his associate. He pulled the trigger letting the bullets hail down onto the dogs arm, tearing the flesh and bone away. The dog reacted immediately, leaping away from the fury of the metal and skidded across the floor, away from the coffin.
"What's wrong Angel of Death? You don't look so good", his voice taunting the young boy. His form materialising as he took slow steps away from his resting bed.
"You're late, you idiot!" The boy gasped out as he clutched onto his neck, if that asshole had been one moment later his head would've come flying off before that blockhead. He retightened his wires around the room, securing the perimeter, making escape impossible for the bloody Nazi. "You bastard, where's your shape? Are you still waking from up from your nap?!" He straightened himself and wiped the blood from his nose and mouth the cuff of his sleeve. Sir Hellsing would reprimand for his tardiness but gave a shit right now?
The boy widened his eyes, what the hell was this? Where was that tall fuck? The one where he sometimes wanted to shove a gun up his arse.
"You must find it entertaining", his voice was a contrast to his form. It did not match and it made it even disconcerting for a little girl to have such a placid expression, especially when holding two large guns. "I can change my shape into anything. The particular form I take…it means nothing to me".
"No shit you bastard", the Angel of Death coughed out as he cracked one of his popped bones back in place. Could this guy get any weirder? He paused a moment to think about it before answering in his head 'yes'. Yes he can get weirder. "Who were you talking to huh? Dumbass", he cussed.
"None of your business boy", he clicked the guns safety to off, "Now then. Backup's arrived, Walter. Let's go hunt some wolves".