The Banana Slug: I'm gonna level with ya. I am still not sure how exactly Alucard got Schrodinger outta his system. I am still trying to work out the kinks out of that one.
I'm gonna have to explain that because in all fairness it is a pretty huge elephant in the room. Sure I lowered the year-gap but I still have to set some shit straight!
And don't worry, when I work it out, I will explain it in earnest.
Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
By The Banana Slug
CHAPTER 8: The Laughing Swarm
The Pacific Ocean
Early August
The storm was almost god-like, with towers of waves crashing through the sea as the winds blew furiously like Aeolus of old. The pitch black night turning bright from the lightning crashing in the distance. From there, you'd see the Jet-Black Whale crash through the waves with the Golden Squid wrestling atop it. When the storms began to get more and more savage and destructive, the submarine would submerge deep into the ocean depths, biding its time till the waters stopped raging above it.
As this happened, the League would meet in the Infirmary with two medical beds beside each other as the Extraordinary Gentlemen would gather around them. Nemo walked over calmly, reaching out with both hands and grabbing the sheets that covered the dead bodies. She swiftly yanked them off to reveal the dead bodies of the Lion-Man and his Hyena-Man friend. Seras jumped in shock, along with Conan, both surprised by the hybrids laying dead on the beds.
"These…things…attacked you?" asked Conan in disgust.
Quatermain nodded and said, "Quite, a hyena and a lion if I ever saw one…its just I never seen them…walking on all fours and looking…so human." He shook his head as Nemo walked over and pressed her hand on the hyena, tilting its head as she inspected its blood-crusted face curiously.
"It is odd…" she stated, "that we were to meet these beasts as we are on our way to Noble's Island."
"Why's that?" asked Seras. Conan snapped his fingers and stated in elation, "Yes! The Island of Dr. Moreau!"
"Correct," replied Nemo as she released her grip on the dead hyena, looking at the rest and saying, "Moreau was a vivisectionist from England a hundred years back that was driven out of England due to his horrid experimentations of animals." She walked past them as Nemo continued with, "He fled to that particular island and created horrid hybrids of animal and man, until he was killed by his own creations, leaving the island uninhabited."
"Does that mean that a descendant of Moreau is helpin' the New Millennium?" wondered Griffin out loud.
"Obviously," sighed Alucard, pressing his glasses up, "and it means that this New Millennium has a bit more tricks up their sleeves. I doubt 'animal-people' will be the only things that will be giving us problems."
The doors opened with an Egyptian crew-mate, panting loudly as he rushed to his captain and handed her a map. She grinned calmly as she looked down the map with the crew-mate panting and saying hurriedly, "Captain, there seems to be a settlement on one of the islands, with a complex on the other smaller one."
"Good," she spoke lightly, looking at the map that showed the Noble's Island with two smaller islands around it, one to its southwest side and one up north. She then pointed at the upper island and asked, "What about this one?"
He sighed and said, "A single building, that is all I can tell you." Nemo placed the map on the table and said, "Just as well, all it means is more trouble."
Noble's Island
Early August
A travel boat pulled up to the dock, with the grey clouds beating the island down with torrents of rain. The transport was pitch black, small yet durable as it slowly stopped as some'thing' ran up to it with a long piece of rope as anchor.
The 'thing' was a tall lanky raccoon-man wearing a red jersey and sporting an ever-present smile on its face. Its nose seemed to droop down, under his very curious gaze. As it wrapped the rope against the boat as it rocked heavily, the wooden walkway patted down on the docks from the ship as one of its occupants calmly walked down.
The man wore a black trench coat, jeans, and boots. On his head was a black fedora over his long silver-blonde hair, hiding his pale skin, dark evil eyes, and perpetual frown. He looked at the Raccoon-Man with disgust as it waved and smiled at him friendlily.
The man walked down the docks with a black briefcase in hand, all while heading to two more individuals, one hybrid and one vampire.
The hybrid was a Tiger-Man, and a very well-built one. He was incredibly muscular, with his huge arms crossed together as he glared suspiciously at Gin. The only clothing this beast wore was a tattered red ascot.
The vampire was a tall lanky figure, wearing a clean black formal jacket, a white undershirt with a red tie underneath. His lower attire consisted of a pair of black shorts and knee-high white socks and black formal shoes. The single most unnerving of this gaunt vampire was his mask. It was a plastic thing that looked like a human head with neatly-pressed brown plastic hair and pink shining skin. Its eyes were cut open crudely to show off his red gaze underneath the shadows, and finally, his most evil thing was his smile. It literally reached to his ears, a ghastly thing that was under its pointed nose as it showed off a multitude of white clean plaster teeth.
"Mmmmmm," it hissed in a giggly voice, holding out its hands with long sharp fingernails, "lovely weather, isn't it?"
"Yes, quite," growled the man carelessly, "I need to speak to the Detective, where is he? It's urgent."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure," giggled the smiling vampire, who then turned to the tiger calmly, "H-2020, Moreau needs you to take over guard duties in Elwood, the Doctor can't keep hunting down the rule-breakers alone."
The Tiger-Man growled in an animalistic tone, turning back down the path with a word under his muttering growl, "…Great." With that, the dark-suited man followed the smiling vampire to a nearby jeep.
"How can you stand living on this island with those…things?" asked the man as he climbed up on the passenger's seat, "They're just some of the most horrid things I have ever gazed at."
"Gin, don't be so…what's the word, over-objective? Yes, that's the word." he hissed out calmly, sitting on the driver's seat and clutching the keys, "Before the discovery of genetic engineering, we'd be getting much more disgusting and bestial things. Besides, I'm more worse."
"Don't be so over-objective," mimicked Gin darkly as the vampire started the jeep, then asking, "and I never got your name, what is it?"
"Oh? My name? It's Gwynplaine," he giggled out as he began driving down the road, "The Man Who Laughs." The jeep sped down the dirt road as it showed off the jungle foliage all around. In the distance was another much bigger island with a dormant volcano at its side, with many different lights coming from inside the jungle. On the island this mad blood-sucker drives erratically down on would sport three different radio towers on the many cliffs of this smaller open island, and in the distance one could see a stone bridge reaching the other island with a fortified gate at the end of it.
Gwynplaine would break-neckingly stop in front of a gated building, or what was four different three story Japanese-inspired buildings connected by bridges on the top two stories. It was all aligned like a square by the four buildings, with a metal chain-fence surrounding the entire complex from danger.
From the other side were three guards in black uniforms, with one instantly recognizing the dreaded Gwynplain and gesturing his hands to open the gate. It slid back quickly, with Gwynplaine driving swiftly into the complex quickly and parking it just as swiftly besides one of the buildings. He hopped out happily while Gin calmly climbed off, following the skipping madman into one of the buildings.
The two walked through the main door, with the vampire shaking his body from the wetness of the rain as Gin simply patted his hat to knock away any water clinging on. He followed the skipping vampire normally up the stairs and down a hall, entering a room as its siding double doors opened before them.
In it was a large oval office surrounded by an aquarium as a figure stood in front of it, watching the fishes dance inside. It turned to face the two to reveal Moreau herself, standing there gracefully and cat-like.
Her skin was tan, her body was slender, and her eyes were golden and slitted like a feline's. Her hair was black and long, with it slightly unkempt and matted. She sported her brown vest with animal teeth as fasteners with it slightly open to reveal her cleavage. Moreau also wore black leather jeans and walked around bare footed, showing her claws on her toes.
She tapped her clawed hands on the glass as she saw Gwynplaine and Gin walk into the office, with her then walking to her desk calmly as she stared at Gin.
"Where is the Detective, I have something I need to tell him about," started Gin.
"He'll be here shortly," answered Moreau as she sat down on her rotating chair, "but I suggest you tell me in case he doesn't show." She then nodded to Gwynplaine, who bowed graciously and walked out with a happy hum. As the door closed, Moreau leaned back into her chair and said, "Now, speak."
"As you know your…hybrids have not returned with the notes," explained Gin, "and it is believed that the League have found out about our island base here. It should only take the Nautilus a matter of days to get here."
Moreau's brow twitched and she tapped her claws on the arms of her chair, "I see, and how do you suppose the destruction rate will be to my work?"
Before he could answer, the doors opened to reveal the robotic leader of the New Millennium stand there like a royal, dressed as a Victorian gentleman and sporting his pale blank barn owl visage. "Knowing Hellsing's pet dog, it will be catastrophic."
"Detective!" beamed Moreau, standing up quickly.
"Sir," greeted Gin, "I was here to speak to you about-"
"Yes, I heard…the Nautilus will be here shortly," answered the Detective calmly, "have Gwynplaine, Marion, and Rudolph stay within the complex, Moreau. I shall head to the House of Pain and inform the Doctor, perhaps his 'servant' could be of some actual use during our moment of crisis."
"My love," interjected Moreau, "let me go, you need to-"
"Aissa dear," interrupted the Detective in slight annoyance, "I'm perfectly capable of handling Alucard and his ilk should I run into them, I don't need to be protected like a defenseless child, unlike our late Major."
Moreau frowned a bit as Gin looked at the two as the Detective readjusted his tie and said, "And besides, this might be the time to see if we can't reason with these misinformed individuals. I'm off." The Detective only made it half-way out before stopping, turning his head and asking Gin, "I almost forgot, did you find them yet?"
Gin looked away, admitting shamefully, "No, Detective, we haven't, but we are getting there."
"Do hurry, I needed them yesterday," growled the mechanical man before stomping down the hall with Moreau and Gin watching him walk away.
Morning broke, the sun hidden by the grey clouds above as drizzles hit the water and trees. Miles away under the ocean, the Nautilus slowly moved closer to the shore. In the helm room, Nemo and Alucard stood before the League with their backs against the main window with a light glimmering down from the ocean roof.
Nemo blinked calmly as she stood like a statue, "…We have no idea where the Cavorite Notes are being exactly kept in, but Alucard and I have picked out two possible locations. One, a complex in the smaller island. Two, an even smaller one above the main island that is too rocky and shallow for the Nautilus to dock near it."
"So, that means two teams to infiltrate the Island," added Alucard, "Nemo, Quatermain and I will take the complex, where Griffin, Conan, Jason, and the Police Girl will enter from the main island and try not to be found out long enough to enter the smaller island."
"Wait, why does Seras' team have more mates?" questioned Quatermain.
"Because you have me, and I am as much as ten of you, Quatermain," answered Alucard, "Nemo and I worked out the whole thing." He smiled unnervingly and said, "But…if you don't feel up to it, then you can stay at the home-front."
"Bugger that," growled Quatermain, grabbing his rifle, "I want to see if we can put an end to this whole Millennium tripe once and for all, right here, right now."
Alucard laughed and said, "Well, I swear I hear Allan "Bloody" Quatermain back from the grave there. I'm glad you are-" He was then interrupted by the sight of Seras' hand up, who then growled and nodded for her to add her contribution.
"Uh, sir," she let out, "wouldn't it be more practical for you to have Jason? I mean, you are the only person here who can control them."
"Nonsense," chuckled Alucard, "Jason will be on his best behavior, won't you Jason?" Everyone looked at Jason, who simply stood there not saying a word. After a long silence, Alucard said happily, "Good. Now that we are done with the questions, I think it is time to snuff out as much Millennium scum we can." And after that brief interjection, the Team began to part out of the room, save Conan and Seras, with Alucard again pestering Quatermain of his reasons, with the hunter giving him an annoyed glare back.
Seras sighed and turned to Conan, "I gotta bad feeling about this, Jimmy."
"I've had a bad feeling since I got dragged into this whole thing," sighed Conan dreadfully, "but I understand where you are getting at. We may be heading to either certain death or being able to get some answers from our encounters with the locals."
"Locals?" asked Seras, walking down the path with Conan and following the rest of the League.
"Yes, Nemo's shipmate said that there was a settlement on the main island," explained Conan, "that means the locals would be more animal-people, created by the latest Moreau. They have to know something about Millennium if they are living on their doorstop."
"You think they'd be cooperative?" questioned Seras understandably.
"One can only hope, in the original accounts, Moreau's experiments weren't exactly loyal in the end," explained Conan, then sighing with a drop of mood, "though to be honest…I feel exhausted with this whole series of events. Blood and murder and monsters…all the time, I feel like a fool for coming with you. I'm not a soldier, I'm Jimmy Kudo, high-school detective," He grimaced and said, "Maybe I am not the Great Detective's equal like everyone thought…like I thought…"
Seras sighed and looked away from Conan, not sure what to say to elevate his spirits in such a dark dismal time. As the happiness was sucked out, they followed the rest of the League to the exit hatch as it swung open, revealing the dim morning light from above. Conan and Seras were both surprised, not noticing the ship even emerging from the depths as the League climbed up hastily the ladder. The two followed suit and found themselves out in the open with the docks only a hundred feet away.
"Wait! Are we just going to advertise ourselves to them!?" pointed out Conan frightfully.
"If they are the Millennium I have heard about, they'd be expecting us," growled Nemo, looking to see a hatch at the side of the Nautilus open up and reveal two speedboats rev up and pull up beside the Nautilus.
The boats were shaped like flat hammerhead sharks, with silver steel glistening in the starlight as Nemo's crewmates leap out the boats hurriedly and run up to their Captain Nemo carrying a stream-lined object hidden by a blue tarp.
The dreadful pirate reached out and grabbed the object, expeditiously removing the tarp to reveal her semi-automatic harpoon gun, holding it proudly before making her way to one of the boats with Quatermain and Alucard following suit.
"Police Girl," shouted Alucard as he climbed up on the boat, "you get killed and I am going to be extremely disappointed in you, alright?"
"Yes, Master," she replied with a smile, nodding violently.
"Aheheh, don't worry, I'll be right behind her," hissed out the unnervingly calm voice of Mr. Griffin, causing Seras' skin to literally crawl. As this happened, the Invisible Man began to remove all his clothing on the spot, with it all blowing away in the winds as they began picking up. Seras and Conan watched Alucard's group speed off to the distant docks of the Island of Dr. Moreau, with Jason standing on the edge of the submarine looking out at the island calmly and interestingly.
He didn't even pay attention to the Seras and Conan (and presumably Griffin) entering the boat, before Conan called out, "Jason! We're off!" The juggernaut turned to him quickly, and after a brief moment of a statuesque stare, he stomped over and climbed aboard as the seat twirled 'on its own' and the keys turned to the right violently.
The shark-boat then swiftly drove to the beach of the other island. The Nautilus stayed slightly above the ocean as the crew mates waited on top of it for their captain, watching them with smiles on their faces.
Unbeknownst to the lot of them, from the side of the lifted leviathan, a black leather hand reached from under the sea waters and gripped against the side of the metal beast.
This unknown being that rested his gloved palm on the submarine would soon grip an edge and be ready to pull itself from the murky depths.
Alucard's boat would quickly dock, with Alucard reaching out and gripping the ledge as his fingers dug into the concrete. The vampire pulled himself off leaving many cracks into the stone structure, his fingers digging deep as he grinned with his teeth glistening brightly. Following him was the determined Leonard and the grim Nemo, climbing up with their weapons drawn and seeing three figures in the small distance with their own vampire ally.
They would situate in the middle of the dirt road to the complex, standing in a row with the dreadful Gwynplaine with his arms behind his back in the middle. To his sides were two other individuals, one another vampire and the other was something else in human form. One man, one woman, standing there waiting for the Count, the Hunter, and the Pirate.
The man who stood to Gwynplaine's left was tall, well-built, yet slightly gauntly. He wore only a pair of ragged black pants, no shoes, and black wristbands with a white swastika on each one. He was pale, his head shaven, and sported the most horrid pale-green eyes anyone has seen. The man sported a demonic smirk and a judging gaze as he was adorned head to toe with tattoos. On his forehead rested an SS, and on his chest stood the symbol of the long defunct Nazi Party. His arms were covered in numerous references to the Third Reich, and his back stamped with one more large swastika in a ring.
To Gwynplaine's right was a beautiful teenage vampire, thin and graceful but incredibly morose looking and a constant nervous frown. She wore a small white blouse, black denim jeans with heeled boots, and a gold necklace around her neck. Her skin was pale white, like marble, and her eyes were deep red. Her black hair was soft and luscious, her lips pouted out from under her button nose. Her eyes looked at them all with a sad melancholy.
As Alucard and the other members walked along in a row, aligned with the New Millennium's soldiers, Gwynplaine turned to his duo with a deep pant under his smile. "Alright, here is the game plan. Marion, you take on the Vampire. Rudolph will take on the Science-Pirate and I will kill the Great White Hunter," he ordered deathly calmly.
"Don't worry," hissed the Neo-Nazi, cracking his knuckles with a sadistic smile, "that nigger won't know what hit her."
"I won't fail you," said Marion plainly.
Gwynplaine giggled darkly, rubbing his plastic chin and saying, "Oh, of course not, my dear! Of course not! Hmhmhm…" He then clapped his hands and finished with, "Alright, my Agents of Carnage! Let's kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" He then made the first move and ran out after the group, with Rudolph hooting out madly and jumping high up in the air like a superhuman. Marion nodded lazily and swiftly ran out at her target in light speed.
The first blow was to Alucard, whom was grabbed by the head by the vampiress Marion and thrown into the jungle like a rag doll. As he tumbled around on the open plain, he slowly got up with the evil vampire girl leaping into the air after him. The second was to Nemo, who leapt back and rolled on the dirt as Rudolph slammed down and ran after Nemo as she swiftly darted away from him.
Quatermain was too slow to grab his gun as Gwynplaine closed in, only to stop an inch away with his finger out in front his face. Quatermain grimaced with wide eyes as the smiling maniac quickly tapped his forehead, which felt like a pool cue popping hard on it. This caused him to fall down on the dirt, calling out painfully as his hands stopped his fall with his rifle falling on the dirt.
Leonard swiftly turned and glared at the giggling Gwynplaine, amused by his pain as he waved down at him and said in a sing-song manner, "Catch me if you caaa-aaan!"
As he ran into the forest, Quatermain angrily got up from the dirt, grabbing his rifle, and roared out, "Fucking little queen! I'm going to skin you alive!" As he ran after the giggling vampire, he kept screaming profanities and insults like bullets at Gwynplaine.
Moreau would stand on a balcony with her hands on the rails as she gazed out the grey morning hearing gunshots from the hunter and woots from the evil Neo-Nazi as Gin looked out into the carnage with confusion.
"Weird bunch of bastards," he grunted out, lighting a cigarette in his mouth, "where'd you get those freaks from? They hybrids?"
"Only one, Rudolph Surge, an ex-member of the D.O.C. before joining Millennium," she answered, watching with a heavy brow and hissing out, "just some trailer park reject from Idaho that was the perfect test subject from a frozen 'thing' I found in Antarctica. I isolated it from its petrified state and was able to bond it to him with no complications what-so-ever. He's a bigoted and incredibly stupid animal, but he does his job well. Even if his beliefs are a bit, hm, primitive."
"And the other two?" asked Gin.
"Vampires, one of the very few we have left after the Doctor's passing in London," continued Moreau, "Gwynplaine belongs to the same vampire order as Alucard…while Marion Nassus belongs to a very different breed of vampire. The ability to survive completely in the sun and is almost invincible. The only aspect that annoys me of her is her melancholic attitude."
"I don't really care about that whiny bitch, it is Gwynplaine that really makes me sick," growled Gin in disgust, "I have heard things about that monster."
"Gwynplaine is one of our more disturbed vampires." she sighed out, "He's known to be extremely violent and unruly, which is why he was forced by our late Major into the Island here instead of joining the others during the Zeppelin Incident."
"No, I mean that other thing," stated Gin as he flicked his cigarette on the floor and stamped it out, "I heard he has a real interest in children. A real sick interest, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I do," she growled out, shifting her gaze away, "but as long as he does his jobs, his interests are of no matter to the New Millennium." With that, the two continued to watch the battle from the complex, waiting for the victor to come and claim their prize.
Nemo quickly slid and faced her enemy with a deep anger, holding out her harpoon with a grimace as Rudolph strolled calmly, staring hatefully at her with a grin that was sure sign of the want to kill her.
"What's wrong, Punjab?" hissed Rudolph, "Getting' tired of runnin'? I thought people like you were used to runnin'."
"Amercian shit," she growled back, pointing her harpoon gun at him with a smirk, "these shots are silver-lined. Are you so pathetic you can't see when you are defeated?"
Rudolph kept walking, holding his hands out and flapped his hands encouragingly. "Come on…come on…do it, nigger…fuckin' do it…I dare ya…let's see how wrong you are, you cow-fucking Arab bitch! DO IT!"
Tired of his ignorant words, she pulled the trigger and the harpoon dug deep into his chest. She watched as he staggered back, but ultimately still stood with a smile on his face as he began laughing maniacally.
"Stupid black bitch," he hissed, snarling as he ripped the harpoon out, "I told you. Nothing!" He threw it to the ground as Nemo grimaced with disappointment, but was not deterred at the slightest. From the gaping wound oozed out not blood, but some strange yellow pus that seemed to seep slowly like sap.
"Hey, I'm disappointed too," he growled, cracking his neck as he said, "I was hoping the good Major would turn me into a vampire when I joined Millennium, like the boy-fucker and the pale tease. But he had other plans. Moreau, despite being a cholo, was real good to my body, turning me into this…"
As he monologued, he held his hands out and long scythe-like blades jutted from his wrists, smiling wickedly saying, "A fucking pure specimen. An Ubermensch. The only downside is me hearing voices now…all the time…a call to the swarm…over and over again…"
Suddenly, his mouth split in half and a weird spine shot right out at Nemo in breakneck speed. The captain did a rolling dodge and shot ten guns out at Rudolph's chest rapidly as she yelled furiously at him.
He simply took the shots as he swirled from the blasts, laughing madly before yelling, "You're gonna have to do better than that, camel jockey!" He then sprouted four insectoid wings and began hovering up in the air, screaming like an animal as he flew after Nemo. She simply kept her calm and shot the wild Neo-Nazi in his wings.
He grunted in pain as the wings collapsed from the high-speed blasts and crashed into the dirt, causing him to quickly get up and snarl angrily at her, snarl like some sort of wild beast.
"Fuck you! You fucking Arab dyke!" he shrieked inhumanly, "I'm not gonna give you the pleasure of rapin' that black ass! Heil Hynkel! Heil Hynkel!"
Nemo was not put down by his ravings, actually finding them horrendously hilarious as she smiled insanely and loaded more harpoons into her gun and pointed it straight at her bigoted freak of nature.
Alucard simply stood there with his coat flapping in the wind as he watched Marion calmly walk to him with her hands out as she glared at him with her white teeth baring out. They were not fanged like other vampires, and were completely, if not literally glistening, white.
"Do you know not of who I am, girl?" he hissed out, barring his fanged teeth animalistically.
"You are Alucard, and you are my enemy," she spoke, "that is all I can say, for this is all I know what to do."
"Really?" scoffed Alucard, laughing a bit.
"Why are you laughing?" she asked, offended by his attitude, "Are you amused by my plight?"
Alucard then laughed loudly at her outburst, then saying rudely, "Oh yes, it in fact does." She snarled angrily and ran at him in a flash of light, kicking him in the chest as Alucard, undeterred, reaches out and grabs her leg roughly. She yelped in surprise by his harsh touch and was distracted by his eyes as they peered out from under the sunglasses.
She was so distracted that Marion didn't even have time to protect herself when the No-Life King plainly slammed her onto the ground. It created a crater as she screamed out in extreme pain, being dropped into it as he towers in his average fear-invoking way.
Marion quickly stood up and staggered as she faced him with a half-hearted glare, her face cracked slightly.
"Enough of this, you bore me," he growled, pulling out his gun and carelessly shooting her in the chest. This caused her to cry out and jump back, with the bullet only going half an inch in before dropping off her stone-like body. She grinned and said, "Sorry, Alucard, but I am not the type of vampires you think I am. None of that silly superstition?"
"Superstition?" scoffed Alucard, tilting his head.
Marion then looked up as her wounds quickly healed up before his eyes. The sun began breaking out, having her gaze at him painfully and admitting, "Now…give sight to my curse, my burden."
After that, the vampire Marion Nassus stood with shame as the sun beat down on the two. And as soon as it did, her skin began to glitter before Alucard like diamonds. Her eyes were closed as she clenched her fists in shame.
In this moment of touching pain for her, Alucard then began to have a laughing fit, clutching his stomach as she looked at him in great offense and embarrassment. "What are you laughing at! This is the skin of a killer!" she screamed at him, wide-eyed and embarrassed.
"My dear! Hahaha! My! Ahahaha!" Alucard tried to say out, before coughing out loudly as he spoke with bits of laughter, "My dear…that is no curse. That is a mild nuisance at best."
And with that, he was hit in the face by a fist to his nose. This caused him to tumble back some as she stood near him and hissed angrily, "You have no idea the hell I am in, do you? I only joined Millennium because I had no where else to go, they were the only people who took me in when-"
"Go on!" snarled Alucard with a dark smile and blood trickling wildly down his nostrils, "Don't sell me that tripe! I'm sure you had other places but none of them pampered you like Millennium, right? They fed you the bullshit you wanted to hear about yourself! Just to feed that ego of yours, hm? Just to keep you interested? So that you can go on and scream about your agony all damn day."
"Thuh…That isn't true! You don't know me!" she screamed angrily at him, rushing out and throwing her fist rapidly at Alucard as he calmly grabbed it. Marion gasped and looked at Alucard in his eyes frightfully, who looked back at hers with little care for her.
"…And you just keep talking," he groaned, carelessly slamming his fist onto her face as she squeaked out and tumbled on the grass like a child.
Quatermain continued to hear the vampire's giggling as he trudged through the dark forest, rifle in hand as he glared angrily at every shadow he could count. All the while, Gwynplaine's mad laughing echoed everywhere in the forest.
"You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" chimed Gwynplaine horribly, "He's coming to get me! Haha! Ahahaha!"
"Damn it! Will you shut the bloody hell up!?" he growled back, stopping as soon as he saw the mad vampire standing far away from him like a statue, holding his hand out as that wicked smile shined out. Quatermain aimed his rifle and fired away, with the bullet passing through the vampire's forehead, with a puff of smoke seeping from the bullet wound.
Much to the hunter's surprise, Gwynplaine simply disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke as the giggling was lower and sounding out from behind. He swung around to see Gwynplaine slowly walk to him with his hands bare, showing off his claws as he looked at Leonard from behind his evil mask.
Quatermain's jaw dropped as from behind trees he'd see more vampires poke from behind them, more Gwynplaines as they giggled and chirped in an eerie pleasantness. "Jesus Christ…" he breathed out, "how the hell are you doing that? Are they just simple illusions?"
"Ohohoho, you'd like to think that, don't you?" hissed out one of the Gwynplaines before leaping out and slashing at Quatermain, who quickly leapt back and swung his rifle like a club at it, with the Gwynplaine instantly turning to smoke afterwards. Leonard looked down to see his shirt torn and three angry claw marks seeping red blood from his chest.
"Bloody piss-ant!" he snarled out. He swiftly perched his rifle back behind himself and pulled out a handgun and a bowie knife from his belt, holding them out as he glared what could have been twenty or forty of the Gwynplaines.
"Silver weaponry? Clever hunter, but which one is the real Gwynplaine? You'll never know, you'll never know," hissed a Gwynplaine, with another hissing out, "and once I kill you like the worthless shit you are, I am finally going to gut and mutilate Alucard like the hypocritical waste he truly is."
"Then why didn't you attack him when you had the chance?" he questioned him, before spinning around and shooting a back-stabbing Gwynplaine in the head, turning again as he sliced the throat of another swiftly.
"Oh, it's part of my clever plan," he laughed, "I want him to kill that annoying little twat first, maybe she'll tire him out in the mean time. And then, I'll have me some Alucard Soup! Crushing him over and over till he's a gooey paste for me to lap up from the jungle floor." He then released a wicked cackle, his mask opening up with him to show off horrifically yellow teeth, jagged and sharded with discare.
Quatermain shouted, "Shut up!" and shot it in the head, a whiff of smoke was all that was left as the Gwynplaines began giggling madly and rushing at Quatermain in high numbers. The hunter start running from the beasts as he turned his hand back and began wildly shooting back at the running Horde, with every single one disappearing over and over again, never hitting the real one.
Spinning around and pressing his back against a tree, he watched with a disheartened hopelessness as he saw that there were more Gwynplaine's than before. There must have been around fifty to seventy of them as they giggled and brandished their claws, trudging closer and closer to him menacingly like boogiemen under the bed.
"Dammit…I can't win," realized Quatermain miserably, frowning deeply at his possible demise. He growled and shook his head, "Bugger that all! I am a Quatermain! I can't let this worthless maggot win! No! I am going to win!"
"How?" hissed Gwynplaine teasingly, "for we are Gwynplaine, and we are many! Nyahahaha!" Then, many of them rushed out at him with claws out with their frozen grins in full view. Before they could reach Leonard, he reached onto his belt and swiftly pulled out a canister of bear mace and let it loose at the swarm.
The white spray covered a wave of the vampire as they all instantly turned to smoke as soon as they were touched by the mace. He laughed and said, "And you are pathetically weak." He then brandished his knife and asked grudgingly, "Now…which one of you is the real Gwynplaine? Is the real Gwynplaine even here?"
The only real response he was given was the gathered laughter of the Gwynplaine legion, laughing in unison in a way that would shiver even the most coldest of bones.
It was on a cliff of the island that Nemo continued to face her genetically-enhanced horror, with her ascended Nautilus seen from the steep end. Rudolph was more of a horror than before, standing there with four long hairy appendages whipping around behind his back with long slicing blades at the ends of them. His right eye split into five smaller ones as his hands were replaced with long spider-like fingers covered in a dark orange carapace.
"It doesn't matter how many times you hit me," he hissed with yellow pus spitting from his lips, "I can't be killed, especially not from some worthless sand monkey like you!"
"You just love to hear yourself talk, hm?" she groaned in annoyance, "It is like I am fighting a parody of you ignorant Americans."
Rudolph's jaw split in half again as a torrent of spines shot out at her rapidly. Nemo responded by reaching for one of her scimitars as she began swiftly bashing each spine with her swinging sword as she glared at the Neo-Nazi as he did the same, both locked in focus.
Nemo took this chance and got closer to him, all the while still deflecting his blows with every swift swing of her sword as he growled and snarled. Knowing she'd be close upon him, he would jump into the air as soon as she was close enough to attempt a swift slice of his neck.
Landing behind her, she swirled around as he lifted his hand up above the sky. She delivered a swift slice to his stomach while Rudolph bashed her face with his shelled claws. The Millennium Insect growled and clutched his stomach in pain as Nemo tumbled on the ground before quickly getting up, her back arched with her coat flapping away on the grass. Her arms exposed and heavily tattooed, with her right arm showing a demonic black octopus climbing up her limb and strangling a bleeding shark on her shoulder. On her left, a swirling black moray eel with its beedy eyes showing no emotion as it sinks its teeth into a minnow.
In her hands were the two scimitars, out and ready to spill fascist blood as her glare was like that of the shark in the deep, waiting to sink her teeth into her kill.
She watched as he clutched his stomach in pain and grinned evilly at her, he then said, "Tch, am I suppose to be intimidated by you? I can still kill you."
"Then heal yourself, heal your stomach wound and fight me like the pathetic man you are," she hissed at him, his grin disappeared, changing into an embarrassed sneer. Nemo smiled and said, "Aaah…you can't anymore. The more damage…the more it weakens. I'm getting close to killing you." She then called out calmly, mocking him as she twirled a sword tauntingly, "And so, you are going to be killed by 'a mongrel', a superior specimen killed by an even more superior specimen."
Suddenly, scythes jutted from the top of his wrists and his teeth cracked and showed off new jagged ones. As his back appendages whipped around, he screamed in his bigoted rage, "You fucking cunt! I am going to finish the job Hynkel should have! I'm gonna kill every fucking nigger, fag, and chink in this rotten planet and make a white empire for the New Millennium! Heil Hynkel! Heil! Hynkel!"
He then leapt at her, snarling like a wild animal as his jaw unhinged and ran on all fours. As he slashed at her with swinging claws and stabbing blades from his hairy crab-like back appendages, she'd dodge every single blow he gave her, all except for one slash to her arm which she simply ignored. However, the damage she had done was more severe, slicing off three of his back appendages and letting them flop on the ground as yellow pus sprayed from his open wounds she gave him, slicing his arms and chest as he growled in anger louder and louder every time.
However, Nemo would finally be caught by Rudolph, grabbing her throat and yanking her up in the air. She gasps for air as he began strangling her in mid-air, dropping her swords and wrapping her hands around his hard wrists. She'd feel the cold bony blade press against her cheek, cutting it and seeping little blood from it.
"Hahahaha! Stupid towel-wearing bitch!" he laughed madly, "I got you now! And I'm gonna squeeze the life out! I'm gonna make your fucking eyes pop out and then rip your brain out of-" Before he could finish, an enraged Nemo reached out and grabbed the bushel of eyes on the right, yanking them out like roots.
Rudolph screamed in pain and dropped her on the grass as he clutched his eyehole as a torrent of ooze splattered out and seeped into his screaming maw. "Fucking whore! Dyke! You ripped out my eyes!" he shrieked in agony, not noticing Nemo flip a small switch on her belt that lit a blue light on her belt.
Rudolph glared at her angrily, with his open eye still leaking with yellow slime as he spat out, "THAT! IS! IT! I'm tired of playing games! I'm going to make it fucking slow, you nigger! I'm gonna fuck you up so bad that you are gonna ENJOY IT! Then I'm gonna rip that fucking head off and shove it up that dried-up pussy of yours and stomp your lifeless body to-"
That was all he could get out before a long harpoon impaled the back of his neck and jutted from the ground. It was a steel majesty, over twelve feet long with a long black rope reaching from the top to back to the Nautilus.
Captain Nemo calmly walked over with a swagger and grabbing one of her scimitars, looking down at the defeated Rudolph as he knelt there, gasping in pain as he slowly was bleeding to death from his mouth and his wounds. A puddle of the yellow slime surrounded him as he looked up at her with his single evil-green eye.
"I have proven how weak you truly are, sub-creature," she hissed coldly at him as she threw his eyes on the ground next to him, "I would take this moment to dig my sword into that simple-minded skull of yours, but I am wondering if letting you bleed to death is a more deserving death for a rat like you."
Rudolph began responding with a weak spiteful laugh, grinning madly as a green tumor began to inflate on his back. "Like…hell…it…is…" he gurgled out, with another green pus-filled tumor popping up.
Nemo watched in horror as more began to grow as he kept laughing weakly, getting larger and larger as they outgrew his own body. She instinctually turned the other way and ran as fast as she possibly could, knowing the man intends to blow himself up.
As he was being crushed by his own tumors, Rudolph gurgled as green acid splattered out his mouth, sizzling his lips away and leaving tattered remains in its demise. With that, he then weakly cried out one last time, "…Heil…Hynkel…"
And then, he exploded.
Green acid flung out across the area, with Nemo rapidly taking cover from behind a tree as the acid covered everything in a ten foot radius. Green slime that was steaming hot as it covered the grass and surrounding trees in its burning embrace.
Panting heavily, she poked her head from behind the tree to see a green gooey ocean that was already starting to cool. All that remained of Rudolph was his head dangled, his eye wide open as his jaw hung there, only attached to a tiny slit of flesh as green pus continued to slide from his open mouth.
As Nemo walked to the dead head, carefully stepping over the chilled acid with her leather boots as all it did was hiss as she stepped on it, the head of Rudolph Surge would fall down into his own waste and would never more move.
"Captain! Captain!" shouted a voice on her radio, strapped to her belt for a while before she quickly swiped it.
"This is your Captain speaking," she greeted, "what is it? I am in the middle of…" She stopped and looked at Rudolph's head as it laid there motionless, then returning to her conversation, "Nevermind, what is it?"
"Cuh-Captain!" the voice spoke nervously, "The Cavorite Notes! They are gone! They're gone!"
"What!?" she yelled angrily, shouting out, "What do you mean they are gone!? Explain, damn it!"
"We don't know what happened, but we followed a trail of dead bodies and…" he paused and took a big gulp, "…and we found your cabin ransacked! We looked and saw the Cavorite Notes gone."
"No…no…" she breathed out, wide-eyed and shaking with anger, "…How could I be so stupid…leaving my Nautilus in the open?"
"Quite the Silly-Billy, eh?"
She turned to see in her horror Gwynplaine standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at her with his deranged grin with a playful tilt to the head. "I see Rudy gave you some fun…now how about I give you more!"
And after that, he suddenly held his arms out and from behind him slid out twenty more Gwynplaines, all with the same posture and the same contorted mask with the same evil smile.
Nemo dropped her radio and held out her blade in defense as she was swarmed by the Gwynplaine Horde, running at her as they released a shrill laughter in the air.
The Banana Slug: I don't think Gwynplaine knows what Gwynplaine really is. So, like the Joker, he makes a heroic figure into the basis of a sick individual.
Overall, yes, I know, I added OC's of all things into the fanfic that are not either past fictional characters or a descendant of them. However, they do have a clear inspiration and connection to a source.
For instance, Marion Nassus (get it?) is based on a certain sparkly vampire series and said main character. I say based because, sadly, it would be out-of-character for someone like her to be a Nazi.
Rupert Surge is a mixture of a Neo-Nazi from American History X (Not Edward Norton, though looks like him), and the Thing from Another World (who is also linked to another thing which I like).
Gwynplaine, of course, is both inspired in spirit by Gwynplaine from "The Man Who Laughs". His visual mask was actually inspired by those worn in that movie coming up, "The Purge". It looks pretty dumb but the masks are just cool. The pedophile angle is just really an informed attribute.
Anyway, when I have OC's like those three I'll give you an explanation of their origins, 'kay?