The Banana Slug: In the future, I might add Incognito in this verse. Frankly, I find Incognito very interesting. I want to know more about him, and I find his voice fucking awesome.
However, his appearance really sucks at most places. I will change that when I write him in…which won't be for some time, trust me. I have this all pretty much planned out loosely.
Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
By The Banana Slug
CHAPTER 11: Fear Him
A lone man in a battlefield, winning in a battle against an army of copies with a smile on his face. This was what Alucard was.
Wave after wave he'd be hit by the Gwynplaines coming at him, his shadowy tendrils ripping out his arm and slashing across the horde and creating smoke in his wake as he laughs like the madman he was.
He'd slam his hands on the ground, creating a fissure of spikes from his form that would decimate hundreds of Gwynplaines as he sees them continuously multiply before him as he cackles insanely.
Some would manage to climb on his back, only to be skewered by spines jutting from his back and seeing it dissipate from the impalement.
Alucard, still in his release form, growls in satisfaction as he sees them still surround him with malicious smiles and endless giggles. His rows of sharp teeth visible as he smiles like a demented joker.
"…eight-thousand, nine-hundred and forty-two…" he hissed out, "…I count…eight-thousand, nine-hundred and…forty-two."
He chuckles again and says, "…I am happy to meet a vampire with that much of a collection of souls again. If only more like you crawl out from under your rock and challenge a real vampire like me."
"And they call me narcissistic! Hmhmhmhm!" giggled one of the many Gwynplaines, "I'm going to have to rip your innards bit by bit…just to show one some humility!"
"Fantastic idea!" growled Alucard savagely, "You first!" With that, he extended his arms out and a cross of black energy formed underneath their feet as it created a forest of spikes jutting upward and impaling the Gwynplaines of that area. However, the challenge would never die as more replaced the lost soldiers of Gwynplaine's army.
"Sooner or later, Gwynplaine! Sooner or later, Man Who Laughs!" roared out Alucard proudly, "I'm going to hit the right one! I'm going to hit the jackpot! Then I am going to make you suffer! And after that, the Detective is next!"
Suddenly, his face was impacted by Gwynplaine, wrapping his arms and legs around his head as more began jumping on him. He struggled as he was dog-piled by tens of Gwynplaines that soon grew to hundreds.
"And what would you know of the Detective?" hissed Gwynplaine evilly. Alucard would feel the kicks, punches and slashes of the army attack his body over and over as he let them take their shots at him.
Their attacks were nothing to him, and he suddenly exploded in a dark shadowy explosion that destroyed over five thousand of the army. A large crimson mushroom cloud impaled the earth, with a large crater in the middle of the plain with Alucard standing in the middle of it all. As he stood there, under the ground with water from the sky slowly filling the crater up, he looked to see the Gwynplaine Horde gather around the crater, giggling madly as they brandished their claws and were more than ready to tear into his flesh.
"Only that I have never met him…only heard his voice…and felt his presence," Alucard hisses in response, "…he is the only one I know that could replace the Major…I have so been looking forward to meeting the man…I have been dying to rip his flesh off his very bones."
"Oh, you are far too late for that, Alucard," hissed every single Gwynplaine, and they giggle madly as they run down the slopes of the crater to Alucard, who awaited them with open arms and a bloodlust of immense joy…
"Jesus…Christ…"
Gin watched from the balcony with shock and terror at seeing the army of Gwynplaines in the distance, a huge black blot as shadowy spires and tendrils would jut from the blob in an attempt to shrink it…only that it continues to stay the same size as it simultaneously tries to grow.
Moreau watched with a calm smile and her golden eyes flashing, "Remarkable…isn't it? Gwynplaine is quite the specimen, with the ability to turn his ghouls into hive-minded copies of himself. The most wonderful part is that they cannot e destroyed, they return to him in which is reformed into a foot soldier for his narcissistic army."
"So, how can you stop him?" asked Gin, "And more importantly, how do you control him?"
"Like my experiments, he has a chip inside his 'prime' brain which we can cause excruciation pain to if disobedient," answered Moreau, "if we use it long enough he would die. That is how we control him." She chuckled calmly and said, "Defeating him is not that easy…only the Prime Gwynplaine can be harmed, but he is completely indistinguishable to his ghouls."
"In other words, like finding a needle in a haystack? Brilliant," sighed Gin, watching the battle before asking, "Anyway, where is the Detective? Shouldn't he be back by now?"
"He should, Cesare ran off to give him the Cavorite Notes from the Nautilus," answered Moreau in utter boredom, not at the very least interested in the battle before them, "but we really shouldn't be worried…the Detective is not weak and inept as our late Major, he can handle himself in a fight…"
It was a standard Mexican Stand-off, Seras in one side and the Detective on the other. She stood there calmly and defiant, while he cracked his robotic knuckles in arrogance and a belief in sure victory.
"As a gentlemen, I think it is customary for the weaker opponent to strike first…" he growls out darkly, "…so hit me, and I shall give it back tenfold, my dear."
"I'm getting tired of hearing you talk, you machine," she growled spitefully.
"Then shut me up," goaded the Detective calmly, cracking his neck as he stood there waiting for her.
Conan watched from behind a tree, watching as she clenched her right fist as her left shadowy arm swirled with anticipation. He gulped and hoped to God that she would win, for a feeling in his gut was aching his body with worry as the rain continued to slam down from the grey sky.
The entire town watched as she slowly walked to the Detective with a dark red glare of a readiness for battle. They silently hoped for the Police Girl to win in this battle against evil, but have lived under it so long that the boundaries of who won in the battle of good and evil were blurry.
Her pace quickened, and she would run at the Detective with a battle-cry as her fangs were bare and a red light shined from her eyes. Finally, as her shadowy arm turned into a longer clawed version of her limb, she collided her right fist with his blank face, causing him to stammer as she slammed her left fist against it. He'd stammer and let her slug him over and over as it seemed no damage was being done to his form.
However, he suddenly whipped around and grabbed a hold of her right wrist, staring right into her eyes. "Good show, now…my turn," he growls uncomfortingly, before she received a quick jab to the face. The power of his punch was mighty, one that could rip a man's head off with a single strike. It caused her to call out and stammer back, only to receive a quick strike across the face as she was blurred by constant strikes to her person over and over again.
The Detective would force her back with every blow to her face and rib and stomach, before she finally snarls out and kicks the side of his face. This causes him to sway to the right as she whips her shadowy arm back as it transforms into a gnarly colony of tendrils.
Seras releases a bloody scream as she sends it at him, with the Detective holding his arm up and letting it wrap around his arm as she looks in surprise. He then grabs a hold of it, surprising her once more as he growls and pulls her up. She watches as he throws her up into the air and quickly collides with the asphalt. The wind is knocked out of Seras' body, her mouth wide open as her eyes were wide as dinner-plates. The tendrils slowly slide off his arm as he watches her slowly get up, coughing loudly as he looks down at her.
"Hmmm, quite the strong little vampire," he noted, "but frankly, not strong enough. Your recklessness is quite jarring, thinking you were stronger than me." He lets her get up to her feet as he continues, "I have been trained to fight with precision and power…while you were…trained to handle drug addicts and shop-lifters. Despite your vampiric power, it is obvious that you-"
Suddenly, he'd watch as she zipped quickly in a red flash and kick his chest. Her eyes completely red as her teeth were red with her own blood. With that, a flurry of fists slammed against his iron hide over and over as he lurched back with every hit. Her rage was great, but it was soon proven not enough.
The Detective scanned her as she slammed her fists at his stomach, then finding the right pattern of her movements to pin-point the perfect striking point. With that, he quickly lifted his arm up and slammed his elbow down upon the back of her head.
This sudden blow caused her to cry out in pain as she was heavily disoriented by his blow, her vision blurring a bit before seeing his knee come up very suddenly.
Seras flipped back from the sudden strike of his knee to her nose, blood spewing from the nostrils as she falls back on the asphalt as she lays there in pain with the Detective standing over her, clutching his stomach.
"Hmhmhmhmhm," he chuckles out, "you did good, I will admit that. For a second I thought you'd actually do some damage."
She winces in pain as she slowly gets up, clutching her right side as the Detective notices this weak point show itself. "But I have already calculated the odds, and they are against you. I am going to win this battle."
"No…they are only in your favor…it doesn't mean…I am going…to lose…" she breathed out, getting up and spitting blood onto the road as she rushes at him again. She kicks his side, then ramming her fists at him as she growls like an animal.
However, he'd continuously block her blows as he lands some of his own. He'd repeatedly slam his fist quickly at her upper-right abdomen, always that spot whenever he had his chance.
She'd cry out every blow, hearing something crack every once in a while as she could not predict the times he would strike her ribs. Seras' anger grew every time she'd fail to hit him properly, always blocked by his arms as he'd always land a hit on her.
Finally, something inside her snapped…literally. She gasped in pain as she felt her ribs snap from the constant blows, unable to defend herself when the Detective stretched his arms wide and quickly slammed his hands on the sides of her face.
Seras groaned as she tumbled away from him, grabbing the side of her throbbing face as the Detective instantly began pounding his fists repeatedly against her broken ribs and her face.
She groaned as she fell to her knees, clutching her side as she inches away from him. This seemed to amuse the Detective, who let her inch away as he looked down at her weak position.
"Yes, your ability to fight was from your training at the police academy, I could tell, so rudimentary and simple compared to my skills," he scoffed proudly, "however, I find we have so much in common. I was a keeper of the peace just as you are…or were, Miss Victoria. Head Officer of the Thought Police, trained to root out rebels and dissenters for the good of-"
He didn't know that Seras inched herself to the grass, stabbing her fingers into the muddy ground, flinging it at the Detective's face. He snarled as he backed away, blinded as he attempted to clean the mud from his eyes.
Seras took this moment of weakness and roared violently as she tackled the Detective. She threw him into the road and instantly begins pounding her fists rapidly on his face in fast rage.
Her anger raged on, watching as the steel did not bend nor break, for some reason this automaton was nigh invincible. Seras couldn't understand how he could stand so much force against his body, so she slammed her fists harder and faster in pure blood rage.
The rain and her powerful strikes would clean the mud from his eyes, revealing his red glaring eyes as he stared up at Seras as she growled and forced her hands over his head, squeezing it tightly.
"You clever harlot," he growled out. But then, his eyes began to flicker as she stared right at them. And after ten flicks, the eyes sent a great flash of light right at her eyes. Instinctually, she blinked in a moment that gave the Detective the chance he was looking for.
In this moment, he grabbed her pigtails and forced her head down in a flash. She gasped as she felt his hard steel forehead collide with her, and soon she was feeling light-headed as the Detective threw her down on the asphalt as she winced and cried out, blood splattering from her lips as the Detective quickly got to his feet.
He dusted off his vest and shirt, repositioning his tie as he walks over and slams his foot onto Sera's throat. She gasped and gagged as she was pinned down by the throat, looking up at him with tears in her eyes as he glares from his emotionless blank face.
"Look at you…dying for such a pathetic reason," he berated like talking to a child, "gasping for air as a superior is ready to snap that little neck. All because you have no will, having to do what your told because that is what you are…a being without a purpose…"
He lifted his leg a bit, giving her air and a chance to argue. "…Ugh…" she growled out, "…don't you be…hypocritical…you are doing this because you have to…continue the Major's work…fail…like he did…"
The Detective paused after she said this, staring at her for some time, before lifting his leg and slamming his boot down onto her chest. Her crimson blood would spurt and cover her chin with it as she gasped and panted heavily from the pain.
"My destiny is my own, Miss Victoria!" he starts in a fit of irritation, walking away as he rambles on, "The Major wanted endless war! Destruction! He didn't realize that wars are suppose to end, that the only true important thing…is conquest! Domination! He never understood…he was so foolish…and that foolishness got him killed…"
He turned his head when he heard her groan and whine from the pain, watching as she felt such pain from climbing up, glaring at him as she grinds her teeth with pure hatred. "Hm, I was actually hoping you'd keep fighting," he chuckled, "I've never had a combatant that could stay more than one minute against me…I commend you-"
"FUCK YOU!" she screams angrily at him, with Seras then snarling out, "I am tired of your pompous attitude! How you act like you have the right to lord over everyone! I am tired of just plain old you!"
With that, she formed a blade with her shadowy arm and screams as she rushes at him like an enraged bull, "YOU ARE SHIT!"
He watches as she runs closer and closer to him, finally he watches as she begins slashing wildly at him with her blade-arm as he dodges her blows as best as his robotic body can as she moves at inhuman speed.
However, the pain of her ribs and her chest caused her to slow down, panting heavily before she finally got him with her blade. He growled as he slices at his arm, cutting it as it would show off some of the wiring inside.
The Detective backs away from Seras as she groans and holds her chest, and so he lets her rest as he looks at his arm, rubbing his chin as he watches the fingers ring around wildly before clenching up and returning to the Detective's control.
"Hmmmm, I've let this go on for far too long," he growls out in little worry, "that last attack was too…dangerous to allow anymore delays. I have important business to attend to and you are stalling me."
With that, he lets his arms drop down as he walks over to her as she holds her bladed arm out, still panting as he ducks from a slash of her blade and quickly gives her a swift uppercut. Seras groans as she stammers back, only to have the Detective quickly rush to her and slam his fist onto the front of her throat.
She gasps in pain as she keeps stammering with her bladed arm dissipating, holding her throat with both hands as the Detective calmly and slowly kept approaching her.
Seras snarls and sends a shadowy fist at him, only for him to block it and push it away from him as he began slamming his fists repeatedly at her face. She moans and yells out over and over as she was bludgeoned by the Detective.
The sight was a horror, with Seras' face bruised and cut as the Detective continuously wailed on her. The Detective was as heartless as can be as he brutally thrashed her, every smack to him was diverted and blocked as he continued to overdue his victory.
She was no more in a position to fight, her chest was on fire, and every time she breathed it felt like knives were stabbing her lungs…that were most likely her broken ribs as he would occasionally, possibly to be cruel, jab his fists onto her already broken ribs to cause her more pain.
Conan was shivering with fear for Seras' safety, watching with tears running down his eyes as he could do nothing to stop the Detective as he brutally beat her, even though victory was already his.
He couldn't watch anymore, so he darted away into the jungle. Conan held his tears in as he kept thrashing himself as he couldn't justify his fleeing. He found himself a coward, but he couldn't save her…he'd be dead, and Millennium would win…
Her cries of pain were equally heart-wrenching to the Beast-Folk, who whined and yammered at her pain, shaking their heads at such brutality from their 'guardian'. Bugs, not wanting to watch this, lead his family inside the church as Max softly cried and clutched his own ears to shut out the painful noise.
Finally, he stopped, with Seras releasing blood from her eyes, mouth, and nose. She wobbled as she tried her best to stand up straight, but her head was so woozy from the pain and injury the Detective gave her.
She then fell to her knees, breathing deeply as Seras tries with all her might to not cry from a despair that she was all alone. Conan was gone, Jason was gone, and most likely Mr. Griffin was long gone. Her master was far away, busy with his own battle as she pants loudly, before she would say something from under the pain she was forced to endure.
"…Pip…" she panted out, "…I need you Pip…I can't do this…without you, Pip…I…I need-"
She was interrupted in her ramblings by a swift and savage smack to the top side of her head as he watches her fall to the ground as he stands over her calmly. The Detective shakes his head calmly in a disappointed tone.
"I know you women are so…emotional," he mocked, watching her cough blood on the road as he stares down at her, "…but really, I didn't expect you to get into a hysterical state and call for your dead lover."
He shrugged and said, "Oh well, go ahead and call to your late Pip…from the…looks of it, he can't save you…"
The Detective, in a moment of cruelty, then slammed his foot onto her stomach. She groaned in pain, spitting up more blood as she held her stomach with the Detective glaring down at her broken form.
"…No one can save you."
In the middle of battle was where Alucard lost his focus, grunting in shock as he looked to the distance. His eyes deep red as the will to fight was slowly dissipating and the need to rescue grew.
"Seras…" he growled out. Before he could even attempt to leave, one of the Gwynplaine's jumped on his back, strangling him from behind as it giggled madly.
"Where do you think YOU are going!?" he giggled, "We're not done playing!"
The No-Life King growls in anger as he reaches back and throws the clone down onto the ground as he begins stomping to the northwest. "Out of my way!" he snarls in his rage, "I am done fighting you! This battle is going nowhere and I am getting bored!"
"LIAR LIAR!" chimed every single Gwynplaine as they began jumping on him, being flung violently by the Count as they continued with, "PANTS! ON! FIRE!"
He continued to fight his way through, climbing up the walls of the crater as many of the smiling freaks tried to drag him down. He responded by tendrils of red shadow slashing them apart as the real Gwynplaine would be so wise to not show himself to Alucard, letting his demented ghouls take his place.
Alucard finally climbed out of the hole, only to be greeted by thousands of Gwynplaines blocking his path with demented grins and blank stares. He'd grimace at every single one of them, standing his ground as they giggle and laugh at him repeatedly.
"Scared kitty cat?" taunted one, then another hissed, "You think that we are going to let you scamper away like the scared little vampire you are?"
"If you weren't so cowardly to show your true face, Gwynplaine, I might stay and fight," he lied perfectly, "but seeing as you are too scared to face me, then I see no point in continuously killing your ghouls over and over again."
"You fool! A general does not run to the battlefield when he has leading to do!" scoffed Gwynplaine.
"I beg to differ, Gwynplaine, a general who does so is one who fears not death nor defeat, for he will not get them," hissed Alucard, turning his head to the trees as he looks deeply into them.
"Be that as it may, Alucard!" hissed the Gwynplaine Horde, "I will not let you go! We will not let you go! Not until one of us is dead! Not until you are dead!" After such a boast, the vampire and his clones began to release a shrill laugh into the raining sky as lightning descended down on the ocean as Alucard turned his attention to the Horde at last.
He sneers and lets out an annoyed hiss, before stating proudly and with challenge to this pitiful demon, "…Then come at me…and die…"
After that, the thundering sounds of more than a thousand footsteps ran at him. He couldn't help but grin as this returned a feeling of nostalgia to his living days, with his hands back as the fingers extend into long white claws.
Gwynplaines ran at him, many being slashed apart as he growls in a blood fury as his razor-sharp teeth dug into flesh for a brief second at a time. However, the Horde would soon be upon him as they began wrestling with him and restraining the No-Life King.
Alucard roars in anger as he is lifted up high into the sky, his arms restrained, his legs restrained, overall restrained by hands grabbing him. He was lifted up by a tower of Gwynplaines, all piling up on each other as they turned into this wobbling growth in the sky. The Count snarled as he tried to break free, but the Gwynplaines had a great grip on him as he was now trapped by them all.
"Release me, Gwynplaine!" he snarls, "NOW!"
"Not yet, not yet…" hissed a voice from below, with him looking down at the ground to see a lone Gwynplaine standing there calmly as he looks up at Alucard.
This Gwynplaine begins climbing up his tower as he would grip heads and limbs of his clones as he stares up at the trapped Alucard.
"You wanted the real Gwynplaine, here I am," he hissed darkly, "This is the only one who can drink your blood…the only one who can steal your power and claim it as his own."
He climbs up and giggles as he gets closer and closer, rambling on with, "This is the way it should have been, yes…yes…" He giggles and growls through his teeth, "The Major should have seen that…a perfect way…not using some pretty face to defeat you…when it wouldn't even work. Wouldn't it benefit him to have a vampire of equal or more power?"
Gwynplaine finally gets to the very top, looking at Alucard dead in his bored disgruntled eyes as he kept on cackling at his situation. "Look. At. You. The Great Dracula…trapped in a man-pile, waiting for his…blood…to be sucked bone-dry. And then…I WILL BE THE NO-LIFE KING!"
Alucard watched as the mask opened up, revealing the yellow rotted teeth inside reveal themselves to him. He heard Gwynplaine growl in animalistic hunger as the Gwynplaines around him giggles and chuckles at the defeat of Alucard. Done in by The Laughing Man.
That is, what Gwynplaine had hoped, that drinking Alucard's blood would allow the abilities to sap into him. But he'd never get the chance to capture them,
A loud bang, then a spray of blood mixed with the sound of a swift bullet. Gwynplaine was, suffice to say, surprised.
His neck was slit wide open, spraying blood into Alucard's face as he gagged and groaned in terror swimming in the blood of torment. Alucard laughed at his pain, with the Gwynplaine Horde groaning and whining in confused horror.
"Did you honestly think I'd be defeated in such a pathetic way, Gwynplaine!?" he snarled in amusement, "I knew you'd never show yourself, the one Gwynplaine that can die, until you believed you had me by the balls."
Gwynplaine slowly looked to the direction of the shot, looking closely to see someone familiar hiding in the forest. His eyes widened by his own hubris and his own little mistake.
It was Leonard Quatermain, standing there with his rifle in hand and pointing it at the trapped Gwynplaine with smoke coming from the barrel. He stood proudly as he lowered it slowly, glaring at the demented vampire with victory.
"What? …WHAT!?" it shrieked, then screaming out to the Gwynplaines, "KILL HIM! KILL QUATERMAIN! KILL! KILL! KILL!"
The Gwynplaines screamed as they did as they were told, running off the tower with the entire army of Gwynplaine ran at Quatermain in full force. The old hunter looked with horror to see the Horde descending quickly, stepping back lightly and regretting coming at all.
The Prime Gwynplaine then noticed something that gave him a heavy dreaded feeling: He was still elevated above the ground. He yelled in shock as he looked to see Alucard standing on a spire of blood and shadow, high in the sky as Alucard had a firm grip on his arms.
"GAAAH!" he screamed in utter terror from this dark night-stalker that held him with a wide evil grin. Gwynplaine would then call for help, his voice hoarse from the pitch of it all.
The Gwynplaines stop and see their Prime Gwynplaine being held by the No-Life King, instantly running back to him leaving Quatermain in awe and relief, from being sparred the vampiric clone army and the sight of Alucard's victory.
However, the army was instantly deterred by a wall of black flame that encircled around them, barring his army from their master.
"Gah! No! Nononono!" he screamed out, "Please! Don't kill me! I'm begging you!"
"SILENCE!" ordered Alucard, then snarling to the vampire, "Where is that cocky little multiplier that swore he would devour and overthrow me!? Who is this sniveling little child that I have in my grasp!?"
He then smiles and says to the frightened child-man, "…It looks like you will have to do, child. You will have to die in his place." Suddenly, Alucard's smile opened up to reveal a long sharp black tube jut from his throat and slowly move closer to Gwynplaine's throat with the sound of squishing flesh from inside Alucard as blood squirted from his throat.
Gwynplaine shrieked in horror and began kicking his legs as the mosquito stinger slowly inched to his neck, watching as he could do nothing but watch it press against the warm open flesh.
He gagged loudly as he heard the sound of straw sucking sparse liquid as he looked to see blood sloshing around the tube. Gwynplaine wanted to scream, but his terror was to great to allow him to do that.
As the main Gwynplaine was being drained of his blood, the clones would stand there and slowly fade out of existence. Every single one of them freaked and screamed, their screaming so loud and shrill that it almost sounded feminine. They would thrash around as one by one they'd disappear from existence, running from the unavoidable destruction as the No-Life King sucked their souls away.
As Alucard drank Gwynplaine, his ear-stretched grin would slowly descend. His grin turning into a disgusted frown as he glared at the gagging masked vampire, looking at him with his mask's mouth open and tears running from inside the false face.
Quatermain watched as they all flickered away, one by one until only a hundred were left. They all screamed as they disappeared from sight, and sooner than later, it would only be one Gwynplaine and one Alucard…
The flames slowly descended as it showed Alucard, once more in his red coat and long-rimmed hat as he stared at Gwynplaine from his orange blazing glasses, standing on the green wet grass as the rain fell on both him and the Man Who Laughs. The demon Gwynplaine was not but a corpse of what he once was, emaciated and drained as he coughed and shivered from his soldiers drained from his body.
Alucard sneered and looked at him in disgust, not saying a thing for some time before…he finally decided to berate the beast. "…Do you want to know why I didn't drink your soul, Gwynplaine? Because I don't want you inside me…because I don't want your existence a part of mine."
He looked darkly at him as Gwynplaine looks at him in whimpering confusion. "…Your ghouls, Gwynplaine…your clones…I found out what they really are…when I claimed them," he said to him, "what they were…they were children…you ate the children, Gwynplaine…"
Alucard lowered his head as he continued with, "No fledglings…No women…no virgins…"
His eyes turned into a blaze as he glared deeply into the frightened child Gwynplaine truly is. "But…don't mistake me, Gwynplaine…I am not going to let you live…" He then lifted his gun and pressed it on the Man Who Laugh's chin, causing the thing to yammer lightly in fear, shivering deeply as Alucard grinned at his fear.
"…I just won't let you in…"
With that, a swift silver bullet slipped through his skull and breaking the plastic as the Man Who Laughs ends his life as the Man Who Whines. Little blood splatters out as the life escapes his eyes, Alucard unceremoniously dropped his decaying corpse on the grass as it turns into a blast of blue dust.
Soon, nothing was left of Gwynplaine but his demented mask, and the Man Who Whines was gone forever from this world, unloved and unmoarned, exactly how it should be.
Leonard walked to Alucard calmly, setting his gun back behind him and looking at the Red King as he looks at the mask as it lays there without a wearer. Quatermain reached down and grabbed it, claiming it for his own as Alucard looked down and smiled.
"A nice little trophy, hm?" hissed Alucard amusingly, "You deserved it…in the end, he was your kill."
"I will admit, bagging a vampire…fills me with immense pride," chuckled Quatermain calmly, getting up and holding the mask in his hand. However, his moment of glory was cut short when Alucard slowly reached out and plucked it from his hands.
Leonard looked at him with a raised brow as the Vampire King sported a small frown and said, "Quatermain…I need you to do something for me…do this and I will grant any request you need of me."
"Urhm, anything, Alucard," stammered Quatermain, "…what is it?"
"I am going off to the Compound and end this whole thing," he stated, "I want you to find Seras…she is in trouble, and save her."
"What? Me?" he coughed out in shock.
"Yes, you have proven how reliable you are to me, Quatermain," stated Alucard seriously, "you know how to stay out of sight, you could even hide from a vampire like Gwynplaine." He paused slightly and finally ended with, "…Quatermain, you are the only one I could trust to save her right now."
Quatermain stood there as he looked at Alucard ask him such a request, with the Great White Hunter finding no reason to say no to Alucard's request and gulping before giving an obedient nod.
"No…NO!"
Moreau growled in animalistic rage as she squeezed the railings of the balcony, squeezing the metal as she snarls and bares her teeth. Gin looks at her with a bit of defense, intimidated by her feral rage.
"DAMN IT!" she snarls, "How the hell did he beat Gwynplaine!? It is not possible! I fed him those damn runaways just to strengthen his army an for what!? For him to die on me!?"
She then tugs the railing, causing it to rip from the balcony in which she throws in down on the ground as the roar of a tiger escaped her throat. Gin grunted and stepped back as she growled and lurched down with her claws exposed.
"This is…an affront to my intelligence, my skills, and my divinity," she hisses, slowly straightening up as she continues her rambling, "and what will my Detective think? No, I will learn from my mistakes…and create new monsters to destroy the League…"
She then turned to Gin calmly, with him looking at her with self-preservation as she stared at him with her golden feline eyes. "…This Island has been compromised, we need the Detective back now…get me my radio."
Seras laid on the asphalt road in a pool of her blood, looking at the Detective as he stand before the crowd of Animal-Men as they look at him in fear and her in sorrow. The Detective stood before them proudly as he stared at each and every one of them.
"Now…let this be a lesson to all of you!" he proudly said in his speech, "Those that do not respect Millennium's place in Elwood will be treated with hostility and be sent to the House of Pain to…be re-educated. This is for your own good, a dissenter is not your friend, a dissenter is a murderer, a thief, a rapist. They are destroyers, destroyers of peace and harmony. If you are one, you should just jump off that cliff behind me, for you are not welcome here. For you…do not love the Mother, you do not love Peace."
He closed calmly as he chuckled darkly, "And remember…The Detective…hmhm…is always watching you." With that, she watched as he walked over to the men at the jeeps, seeing one talking on the radio and another holding the Notes in both hands as she struggles to get up…only now hearing a voice inside encouraging to get up, but that voice was muffled as if underwater…
"Yes, I'll get to him soon, he's here right now," reported the man on the radio, turning to the Detective nervously as he walked closer to him.
"Detective, Moreau needs you at the Compound," he reported quickly, "Gwynplaine has been defeated, Marion as well, and Rupert is suspected to have met the same fate."
"Hm, how unfortunate," sighed the Detective, saying, "It doesn't matter in the long run, they were only suppose to stall the more challenging League members until Cesare would get me my Notes. Now that we have them, our-"
He would interrupt himself as he jumped away from Seras as she rushed at him and slashed across, killing three of his men as blood spewed from their vivisected corpses as they included the holder of the Notes.
Without any time to waste, she endured her pain and leaps out to the Notes as they were still mid-air. Seras snatched them from the sky and jumped across the area. She landed on the grass under a jungle tree, and that was when her ribs began to scream in pain as she was forced to bear that harm and fall to her knees and growl out from the painful feeling hitting her abdomen.
She held the Notes close to her chest as the Detective clapped his hands mockingly, shaking his head and saying, "My my, you have done it…you have swiped my Notes…only to have nowhere to go."
He laughs out and says in a jovial tone, "I mean, look at you! Look at you. You are crippled by pain, a feeling that I am thankfully immune to. How far will you go until I find you, and beat you till you are nothing but the masculine quim you are. Hmhmhmhm, you are so pathetic it is hilarious, really."
The Detective shakes his head and sighs, all the while Seras knelt there in the shade and free from the attack of the rain as she hears a suggestion in her head try to ring out into her as the Detective would continue in his boasting behavior.
"So…I will make a proposition," he said to her with an open palm to her, "…give me the Notes, and I will keep you as a hostage. Rest assured, I am no monster like the Major, no torture or rapes or any of that rude behavior, just stuck in a cage with the finest of blood to feed on until-"
However, his diplomacy broke as she spun around, with the Notes slipping out of the plastic wrap and in her right hand. And in her left was a bloodstained lighter, with her thumb on the switch as it was resting just below the dangling Notes.
The Detective, in all his calm and smug disposition, was taken out of that behavior as he flinched and grunted in shock. He didn't say a thing as she stared at him in a weak glare, until, he would finally speak to the woman with a rushed and stressed tone, "Wait…don't…we can talk about this…"
She didn't say a word, all she did was breath so heavily as she winced from the pain he gave her, with the Detective standing still as he continued to call to her in desperation.
"Listen! We can discuss this! There is no need to be rash!" he growled out, "Listen to me! Listen to me, dammit! No! STOP!"
His 'attempts at diplomacy' was destroyed once Seras flicked the switch of the lighter, and the flames instantly covered the Notes. He was forced to stand there and watch as the Notes went up in flames and turned them into ash and forever keeping them from him.
Her hands fell down as she let the burning notes fall into the grass with the stolen lighter, and the Detective just stood there. His hands were trembling, with the soldiers and the Beast-People watching in horror as he was trembling all over in front of the defiant Seras.
"You…you…you…" breathed out the Detective, his tone filled with the rage of all of Millennium, "You…little HARLOT!"
The Detective rushed at her in a ruthless roar as she stood there in physical defeat and inner victory, watching as the Detective threw his arm back and sent a fist right to her face.
She stood there as he slugged her over and over in his extreme rage, blood spewing from her lips as his fists flew like bullets and impacted with her face over and over again. He growled with every punch, just as she kept crying out in pain as she was attacked by this berserk cyborg.
After an onslaught of fists slamming onto her face that lasted for some time, with Seras standing ground as she did her best to stand up to this misogynist monster, he sent one hand back and with all his might sent one final blow straight to the right of her cheek.
That final blow sent her flying down to the grass, her left eye popping out from the force of his blow as shards of her teeth cracked out her mouth. She saw the light slip out her eyes as her brain had enough of her heart and sent her to an unconscious state as she laid there, bleeding profusely as the Detective stood before her in his rage.
Still not satisfied, the Detective stomped over and looked down at her broken form, gazing over to her lost eye as it lays on the grass with a red fleshy strand still connecting inside her head.
He then lifted his foot high into the air and slammed it onto her blue eye, hearing a sick squish as he then begins to grind his foot down on it spitefully. "Blasted little whore…she ruined…everything…"
The Detective steps back, rubbing his domed head as one of his soldiers rushed over with his coat and top hat. The Detective turned his head and sighed, grabbing his hat and promptly laying it over his head as he sighs once more.
"We leave at once…this island has been…compromised," he groaned in defeat, extending his arms as the soldier slid the coat back on him.
The Detective then said as he looked at Seras Victoria, breathing weakly as she was beaten to a bloody pulp by the evil Detective, "I'll head to the Compound and gather my things and head to the rendezvous."
"And what of the vampire?' asked his soldier, with the Detective still glaring down at her bloody form.
"…We may have some use for her," he growled out, "and due to her foolish actions, she will pay dearly."
He then straightened his coat, finishing with this final order: "Take her to the House of Pain."
The Banana Slug: Like with Schrodinger's Death, I am also trying to find the relationship of Pip's internal form inside of Seras would be.
Would it slowly diminish to the point that he would be nothing but a voice that would sometimes guide her? Because she drank his blood only in death? Or is that all crap and she's in constant contact with him?
I dunno, there is so much I am half-assing in my opinion, not sure of what you guys believe but we'll keep on trying, ya?