The Banana Slug: I swear, I don't know WHY I chose this name, but I chose this name. It's a strange name, but I don't know why I chose it. I think it was because I was given shit because of a video of a slug being salted to death and I made a joke about it, then one or two jack-offs got mad at me for it. Bah.
Anyway, I hope you are happy to know that this will be the last of chapters about the rehash of Millennium attacking Hellsing with their vampires…and their genie.
Hey, they ain't never had a friend like him! I'd use a genie to kill people too.
Hellsing's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
By The Banana Slug
CHAPTER 20: Hellsing Triumphant
Hellsing Organization
It was a blood-bath, the corpses of the living and the dead mixed together all across the hallways. The blue corpses of those vile ghouls were marked with clean and violent slices of the knife, laying across dead with stab wounds accompanying the slices of the knife.
The ghouls fired wildly through the red halls, snarling and salivating like caged animals as this invisible foe continued to make them spill rubies from their throats before getting a swift stab to the chest or forehead.
The one vampire continued to hold off this ghost-like assailant, with his body covered in cuts from the Invisible Man as he continued to shoot off his sawed-off shotgun in rage, roaring out, "Goddammit! Show yerself, ya yellow-bellied shit!"
"Aheheh, try 'n catch meh, fat-arse!" snarls the disembodied voice, with a swift slash hitting Big Bad Jack right at his right cheek. With his rage, Jackson Valentine swats at a complete circle, missing him as the giant vampire roars and bares his teeth in anger.
"DAMMIT ALL!" snarls Jackson, "I'm gonna tan yer transparent hide!" He stomps angrily as he heard the wet patting sounds of footsteps, darting around as his ghoul army amasses to him. Jackson turns and smiles at the Hellsing units joining his ranks.
"Heheheh, run an' hide, bitch!" growls the Big Bad Vampire, placing a cigar in his wide mouth full of dagger-like teeth as one of the ghouls lights it with his former's Zippo.
He takes a nice puff of the cigar, then blows it from between his teeth, eying the edge of the massive sea of blood and notices the wet footprints on the red carpet…
They were not supposed to be here…
Jason kept saying to himself as he watches his home become a trash pit, seeing as bright multi-colored lights flash around his camp as Voorhees was chained to a brick wall. Music blared out, nothing but grinding and beeps and bops to him, but the intruders would keep dancing, writhing their bodies around as they trashed everything that belonged to him.
Jason saw them step over the grass of Camp Crystal Lake, throw brown glass bottles at the wood walls of the cabins, breaking the windows and throwing toilet paper onto the rooftops. They would all drink their alcohol to further their decadence in Jason's mind, watching as they puked all over each other, laughing like idiots as they fucked in front of him, with the whores he saw them as moaning and shrieking that made him shudder with rage.
The night sky was tainted by the intruders, all as he was chained to a red brick wall looking straight at the camp…and they were there too…
He saw them all staring at him, laughing at him, the people that took him away from Camp Crystal Lake. Jason was angry, at them, at the intruders, and himself.
He left his home unprotected, these trespassers are here because he wasn't there to scare them off, to kill and gut them like the pathetic rats he knew they were. And these people laugh at him, kidnapping Jason and making them work for their government as he struggles against the chains.
Finally, in one last push of strength, he breaks the chains…
…
…Jason opens his lazy eyes, finding himself back in one of the dank cellars of Hellsing. He was on the floor, his back resting on the stone wall as he takes a deep breath and wishes he was back home. Jason was worried for the Camp, he was worried for Crystal Lake…
He looks around, hearing gunshots and shouting, as well as a familiar groaning. Jason climbs to his feet slowly, gripping his silver machete named affectionately, "PAM". He stomps to the door, gripping the handle with a dead silence before yanking it open.
When he opens it, the sounds of war were louder as Jason Voorhees casually steps up the stairs as he sees Hellsing's defense shoot back at the oncoming swarm as he steps into the bloodied and bullet-ridden walls.
Jason witnesses one of the soldiers rush to him and shout to him hurriedly, "Jason! Ghouls have taken the compound! We need you to help us! Mr. Griffin has already-" The guard was stopped by Jason, who gripped his neck tightly and lifted him up above the floor. He gags and grips Jason's strong wrists, pounding his fists desperately as Jason glares off to the horde coming down the hall.
Having no use for the man, he throws the young guard at the wall, breaking it and his arm as he watches with fear as Jason stomps down the hall with his machete gleaming and ready to kill as the dreaded juggernaut breaths with calm hate.
He was forced to play by their rules, because of him. Because of Alucard, Jason felt weak again, he felt like he did the day those cruel children let him drown…just because of how he looked.
These thoughts fueled his bloodlust, making his attacks more savage and strong as he did what he did best.
The window-wipers swished back and forth as the rain beats down on Integra's car, all as Sir Integra drove down the road with Conan Edogawa sitting beside her as he darts his head through the rain beating down on the countryside as they raced to Hellsing Manor.
"No one is answering the radio, someone is either jamming the signal…or they are already dead." she says to him with an angry twitch to her eye, "After all this, Bond is going to give me answers, one way or another."
"Do you really think James could give us any answers?" he asks her, then sighing and muttering to himself, "Of course he does, the rat has been so jumpy about this Detective since we got back."
"It's not just that…it's something else about him," she says to Conan in thought, "I don't know…but he doesn't…seem right to me."
"Bunter told me that our Bond was an ex-juvenile delinquent that was part of a controversy involving a form of mind control," explains Kudo informally.
"That sounds…somewhat familiar," she breaths out, driving down the wet road as she would see her manor in the distance. She squints her eyes, seeing a great flame from the courtyard and wondering if Alucard is creating that huge jet of flame, as she could see a figure hidden in the yellow flames that were unharmed by the downpour.
"There was something else I wanted to ask you," started Conan, with Integra listening intently as he asks, "in the Notes, I kept seeing a name, Orlando. I only ask this because you, Alucard, and Bond seem to speak of this person. Who is he…or is it she?"
"Alucard tells me Orlando is male at the moment," she says to him, "we've met before, when I was in my late teens, when he was a woman."
"Excuse me?" he questions with disbelief, then asking with suspicion, "This…Orlando, is it the same Orlando from the Virginia Woolf novel?"
"Somewhat, Virginia got many things wrong, including the origin, but other than that, got the gist of Orlando pretty well," she explains to Conan as they got closer to the burning inferno in the rain, "I first met Orlando in Spain, but apparently Alucard first met the intersexual during his days as a Count in Transylvania."
"Why would Orlando be important to Bond?" he asks with a tilt of his head.
"That is an easy question, Orlando has been, at many times, a member of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen," she replies with a smirk, "I am sure Bond wanted Orlando for himself." She chuckles and says, "I'd rather have Orlando in my presence as a woman, though, as a man he's a bit less tolerable."
When they got close to the Hellsing Manor, with the road to the front gates a turn coming up, they'd see the inferno creep past the gates and see to her shock a massive red monster roar and hold something in his hands.
She swerves to a halting stop when the Red Djinn stops in front of her, throwing a tall red figure from his grasp and sent it tumbling on the ground. "Alucard…" she breaths out, and somehow perking the djinn's attention as it stares at her with a deep vile grin. It then shoots up and disappears, leaving a charred ground in its wake.
"Where…where did it go?" breaths out a terrified Conan, clinging to his seat as Integra bites her finger with a concerned yet angered glare.
"I don't know, but stay in the car," she says to him, "I have to check on Alucard, I might have to release his-" Integra was interrupted by a sudden surprise, with her seeing as a tall dark figure stomps down on the hood and was forced to see Jinnicky Marid, back in human form and squatting in front of her, grinning vilely at her with eyes glowing yellow with searing heat.
Without effort, Jinnicky slams his fist through and shatters the front window with one quick jab. Conan grunts and backs away as he grabs Integra by the collar and yanks her right out, with Integra holding her arm out to protect herself from the glass.
Conan Edogawa was forced to watch as Jinnicky stands with Integra lifted by the collar, turning around as he smiles at her as she snarls and reaches for her gun. She places it under his chin and yells, "Put me down, this instant!"
However, he giggles as the gun heats up into a blazing red. She yells in pain from the heat, dropping the molten gun on the hood as Jinnicky lifts her higher. "Such a naughty little bitch, heehhhh? Might have'ta teach you some lessons, yeah?" he hisses, shaking her like a rag doll as she grips his wrists, "Maybe if ya beg like a little whore? Come on. Say it. Say you are a stuck-up little tart. Say it."
"You're a stuck-up little tart," snarls Integra, mocking the genie as he releases an insane hissing laugh.
However, his insanity comes to a screeching halt when a large shard of glass torpedoes into his chest. The shock causes him to release Integra as she falls off the car and onto the asphalt.
As he was trying to scare Integra, Conan decided to take action. As the genie was distracted, he used a device on his shoes that allowed extreme strength to his feet that made strikes from his foot incredibly devastating. With this, he had to give a nice kick to a piece of the glass still embedded on the hood, which sent it at the back of the genie, impaling him and freeing Integra.
Jinnicky simply turns and raises a brow at Conan, all as that young detective smiles nervously to the genie. "All's fair in love and war, right?" he excuses, slightly teasing before seeing Marid holding his hand out and forcing Conan to his grasp as the young detective was rocketed from his seat by an unknown force that caused Conan to widen his eyes and turn into a shattering and shocked young kid.
"You are not smart…you are dumb as a fuckin' shit, yes?" he sighs with a grin, "I like that…remind me to remind me of what you did after I fuck your lady-friend over there." He giggles and says, all as his mouth shines a hot yellow as Conan was forced to witness a flame growing in Jinnicky's throat. The genie then hisses, "Oh, that's right…you can't…because I am going to fucking mutilate you."
Suddenly, a black tentacle covered in red eyes wrapped around Jinnicky's arm, and with the genie's surprise, was able to snap and bend it in seven places as the shock forced him to drop Conan. Taking this opportunity to escape, Conan Edogawa rolled from the hooded and rushed to Integra, who struggled to her feet as Alucard walks to the car, all with a mass of tentacles seeping from his red coat as he grins darkly.
"It is alright, Sir Integra," he snarls calmly as Jinnicky stands there with a scowl and his arm wrapped up, "I shall punish this genie for laying a hand on you, for we are far from done here…correct, Ring-Demon?"
"Please…Red Djinn, makes me moist…" hisses back Jinnicky, his arm turning aflame as the tentacles screeched and retreated back to Alucard.
The vampire turns to Integra, nodding to him and running to the gates, with Conan Edogawa following her as Alucard was left alone with the genie, who jumps from the car and stands in front of him with his arm slowly snapping back in place.
"Any other tricks than tentacles, fuckah?" he teases with a raspy hiss.
Alucard chuckles and rolls his shoulders, bone cracking as he did so, "I wanted to save this new addition for your Detective…but why the hell not? Why not give you the taste of the King of Tyrants?" After that, Alucard bends backwards as a gigantic skeleton bursts from his body, creating an explosion of blood as he did so.
Jinnicky was impressed, standing there as the bones form into a prehistoric and draconian form, with the large beast with teeth like swords, eyes great and wide, and a stomp that made the world quake. The Tyrannosaurus Rex, now just a white skeleton dripping with blood that trickles to resemble cracks in the bone, dark shadows inside the beast as a red light shines from his gaze and maw. The familiar roars angrily with its bellow like great thunder, with it staring down at Jinnicky hungrily.
"Oh yes…" hisses Jinnicky, smiling wide with anticipation, shuddering with joy, "This…issss IT!"
With a small patrol of ghouls, Big Bad Jack stomps through the house with a great snarl, looking around as could hear the sounds of gunfire, loud yells of pain, and the growl of his ghouls that seem to have ended too quickly. The father of the late Valentine Brothers growls and scratches his face, causing a bit of blood as he nervously darts his head, "These footsteps gotta lead to him…where could he be?"
The footsteps, covered in blood, got fainter and fainter as he trekked through the halls. Thankfully, another pool of blood was able to revitalize the trail, but the source caused Jackson some worry, as it came from a dead ghoul, who seemed to be simply beheaded in one clean cut. Even with a knife of silver, it is hard to believe that such a slash could cut a head off so seamlessly.
"Come on out, ya naked little freak!" shouts out Big Bad Jack, "We're gonna find ya, one way or the other! Ya can't hide forever!"
However, that loud boast was cut off as he stops and sees something mightily confusing that made his fat face droop with annoyance. He came to a cross in the roads, leading to two halls as he saw two different trails leading to both the halls. "What!? WHAT!?" roars an infuriated Big Bad Jack, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
In quite a stroke of brilliance and chance, Mr. Griffin was able to confuse his pursuers with a skill of timing, aim, and hopping. In a quick and very difficult process, Mr. Griffin walked down one path and jumped back to the hall in reverse, creating one false path as he ran off to the other, just to throw them off.
Big Bad Jack snarls and orders to his ghouls, "Split up! One inkling of sound or movement, go fuckin' crazy!" He then watches as his men stomp down the hall, then at the floor. He notices one of the footsteps from the trail was more clear than the other, making him grin disgustingly as he takes the path of the feint.
Integra and Conan race into the front hall, with Integra forced to witness an all-too-familiar sight and with shock and disgust, watching as her home was bloodied and stained with her men's blood. It was something that caused her heart to burn up in fury, her white gloved fists twisting into a ball as she grits her teeth. And on a latter note, her brand new Tyrannosaurus Rex trophy was riddled with bullets and missing an arm.
"Come on, we need to get to my office," she ordered to Conan, who obeyed without question as the two raced down the main hall. As they rushed, Integra says, "I installed something just in case this happened again, it is a special system that rains holy water from the fire sprinkler system. It should kill all the vampires when we get there."
"That's brilliant!" exclaimed Conan.
"Thank you, I designed it myself," boasts Integra with a smile to Conan, only for it to disappear when they were blocked by a squadron of the ghouls. They point their weapons at the two as they were stuck there, with Conan looking to Integra for ideas, but unfortunately, since losing her gun to the genie, she had none.
Instead, she swiftly pulls her sword out and commands loudly, "Get out, get to the office, and find the blue button underneath the desk. Hurry!"
"Sir Integra!" yells out Conan, only to be interrupted by a loud crashing of the window. They'd both see the vampiress Seras Victoria at that instant, leaping from the window and landing in front of the squadron with a bright red gleam to her eye.
They'd attempt to shoot the fledgling as she stands, but the bullets were useless as she speeds over and slashes them all to bits with no effort, all with a dark grunt with every swing of her slashing black arm of blood and hatred.
Leaving a pile of dead ghouls, she steps to Integra and nods, "I see you two are busy, mind if I help?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Seras," sighs Integra, slipping her sword back into its sheath and warns, "but I am going to activate the Hydro Storm protocol, once activated, I want you to get out of the manor as quick as possible."
"Right of course sir!" she proudly states, and letting her take the lead, becoming the protector of the last of the Hellsings and the new Sherlock Holmes as they race to the office, with the young Police Girl slaying ghouls left and right with determined ferocity.
Outside, the rain did not damper the fires as Jinnicky returned to his demonic and more fitting Djinni form. He cackles mad as he wrestles with the Tyrannosaurus that attacks him, letting the beast chomp on his arm as sand and fire blasts from the bite. The Tyrant Lizard was not slightly deterred by this, and continued to attack without harm.
"Alucaaaard!" snarls the djinni with a loud roar, "Is this animal all I am going to fight!? Have I roughed you up so greatly that-"
"Silence," snarls Alucard, who appears again as a black leather-cladded gaunt with his black hair dripping from the wind. He grins with a bright red light from his eyes, hissing to Jinnicky as the giant dinosaur continues to savagely attack him, with the djinni doing his best to hold it at bay. Alucard then says to his foe with a hissing distortion, "You talk too much, and it is causing my ears to bleed. I will kill you, for you are a poor genie, and you drag the name Marid down with your presence."
His arm reaches to the right, smiling as his arm lengthens and turns into a mass of tentacles again. However, it turns out that the tentacles had something else at the end of them. Jinnicky's eyes widen as he say that the tentacles sported yellow crowned skulls, snapping their jaws of sharp fanged teeth as they writhe around with their crowns of gold and jewels atop their heads, moaning in pain as the genie couldn't take his eyes from them.
"What…are those?" he asks curiously, only to not notice the Rex snapping more over his shoulder, sinking those dagger-teeth near his neck. "Stoppit!" roars Jinnicky to the Rex, but to no avail, as it refused to listen.
"The heads of dead Sultans, Jinnicky Marid," hisses Alucard, all as those pierced skulls writhed and snarled at him as Alucard stares at the skulls with a grand smile, "perhaps you know one of them. Perhaps not. However, these grand Arabian kings will dine on the flesh of the Ifreet."
Jinnicky snarls as he throws the Tyrannosaurus off of him, turning back and facing Alucard as the flames grew wilder as sand seeps from the wounds heavily. The genie growls and roars to Alucard, "Is this suppose to be funny? Some stupid attempt at irony? It's pathetic! I could do better irony if it came from my fucking shit!"
In his anger and pride, Jinnicky Marid failed to notice the Tyrannosaurus creep up and chomp on the head of the Djinn, devouring the entire whole as Jinnicky roared from within. Flames spouted from the holes of the Rex' skull, with sand spraying from the teeth as Jinnicky grips roughly on its spine.
"By all of this beautiful world…there is a God," chuckles Alucard, all as the skulls writhe and snap their teeth insanely, "I finally found a way to shut you up." With that, he roars out as the skulls of dead sultans shoot out and dig their teeth into the flesh of the genie, gobbling him up as they snarl and groan in agony from their pained existence.
Jinnicky writhes around as he was eaten by both the Rex and the Sultans, with sand shooting from the bites, all as the fires around him began to get weaker and weaker. Alucard watches as the flesh of Jinnicky gets thinner and thinner, with the genie roaring in anger as those skeletal crowns devour him bit by bit, nibbling off his muscles until what was seen was a golden skeleton.
"ENOUGH!" roars Jinnicky, who turns into an explosion of flames as the heads were blasted off his body, and the Rex blaring out as it falls to his side. The sultan's retreat to Alucard, leaving inside of Alucard as he stands there with an arrogant grin. The Rex growls as he slams his chin on the ground, lifting a foot up and stomping on the grass. It lifted itself up seamlessly as the flames dissipated and revealed a golden skeleton, covered in flames as it groans and tumbles around to Alucard.
"I…can't…be…killed…" moaned the genie, now nothing but a burnt corpse as the sand was used up. "You…know…that…right?"
"Of course, Jinnicky," laughs Alucard heartfully, "that was never the plan. My plan was to show you how much damage I can do, and how little you can do…to hurt me."
The skeleton, coated in gold and flames, stops in front of Alucard, groaning in pain as the Vampire King continues, "The reason I will inevitably let you live is because I am not in possession of your totem, your method of entering our world." He then asks, "Does Millennium…have your totem?"
"No…" groans the genie weakly, "it is…lost…lost…so lost…" The skeleton shudders weakly, puking scorching sand onto the ground that turns to mud, then looks up and hisses, "It is far…not in this world…somewhere…over the rainbow…" Jinnicky releases a skin-crawling cackle, "I fought for them…because…they knew…how to have…have fun…yeaaaaheh…"
"Then consider yourself lucky, Jinnicky," snarls the No-Life King, "now leave, for we are done here. You cannot kill me, and I cannot kill you. It would take you centuries to vanquish me, and I know that would be quite…"
"…Boring…" chuckles Jinnicky, his neck cracking as he straightens up, this skeleton standing tall as Alucard stands without fear in front of the masticated genie.
"Now, get out of my sight, I have business to attend to…" snarls Alucard with a bare of his teeth.
The genie's response was very predictable, standing there with a hunch as it lifts his skeletal hand and raises two fingers from the back. With a dark and bone-chilling laugh, the djinni hisses out, "See ya…later…faggot…"
Alucard watches as the skeleton turns into nothing but sand, swishing in the sand as it flies off into a sandstorm immune to the rain as bouts of fire shoot from the cloud. Alucard stands there as he watches the cloud disappear, with his Tyrant Lizard letting one last roar as it is turned to nothing but a shadow as Alucard has it return to him like an obedient pet.
Alucard turns into nothing but a black shadowy figure before returning back to his original form, a red-coated man with long black hair and blazing yellow glasses. He turns away from the charred courtyard, covering in burnt corpses as he walks over to the carnage of Hellsing Manor with a calm stride.
As he walked, as if to show peace was returning at his presence, a rainbow appeared in the distance as the rain started to die out.
Big Bad Jack stomps down the hallway, seeing as the footsteps now fade away. He gets closer to another pool of blood, but this time seeing the corpses coming from a ghoul of his, whose head was rammed right into the wall by some huge strength. Jackson was more disturbed by this, knowing that the Invisible Man could never do such damage to his soldiers.
"The hell…" he snarls in anger, shaking his head as he stops and hears footsteps run across the hall. With a sneer, he growls when he again hears that annoying sound, hissing out into his ears with a, "Aheheh…"
He darts around, only to snarl as that knife plunges into his back and swipe his huge arm at the source. However, he'd miss it again as the footsteps kept ringing in his ear that seemed to make his fury grow more and more.
Scowling, he looks over to his ghouls, with the demon getting a grand idea as he gives one a very awful smile. Without a moment of hesitation, Big Bad Jack Valentine reaches out and grabs one of his ghouls by the neck.
It moans without knowledge as he grabs the top with his huge head, and grips the edge of his neck with inspiration. Like a band-aid, he rips the neck off and swirls around as blood sprays out from the neck-ripping.
His plan was a success, as in that quick spin, he'd find a muscular figure revealed by blood and sporting a vile frown and a dark glare. It stands there in disgust as he touches his chest in shock, "Yeh…gotta beh kiddin' meh!"
"Aheheheheheh!" breaths out Big Bad Jack in a deep sinister laugh, stomping to the revealed Mr. Griffin as the Invisible Man stares with a shocked and fearful look as Big Bad Jack swings his shotgun around to intimidate.
"This…this can't beh happenin'!" growls out Mr. Griffin in terror, slashing at Big Bad Jack, only to have his arm grabbed and yanked upwards. "HEY! Le'go!" he snarls out, struggling as Big Bad Jack squeezes his arm, causing Griffin to cry out in pain.
"I found yeh…and now I am gonna rip you bit by bit till yer seen again," growls Big Bad Jack with a wide grin, showing off those vile sharp teeth. He licks his chops and says, "Perhaps…I will eat you! Yeeeaaahh, I ain't like them other vamps that just drink the blood. Nah, I eat yeh whole, usually to make sure I don't have a pissant fledglin' wankin' 'round and piss meh off…like mah damn kids." He groans and shakes his head, "Such disappointments, I give some young teenage harlot a good fuck, and she gives me a faggot and a punk."
"Must'ah…taken that…from you, aheheh…" teases The Invisible Man, giving a vile grin as he encored Big Bad Jack's anger as the giant vampire throws the Invisible Man on the floor, watching as he tumbles around in pain, grunting with every tussle.
As Invisible Man struggles to get up, Big Bad Jack cocks his shotgun and growls, "Let's have the boys riddle yeh like Swiss Cheese…before I eat yeh."
He swirls back around, giving a hearty and bellowing, "BOYS!", but stops with a shocked frown as he was forced to see that which he failed to notice. He simply stands there as his entire squadron was reduced to nothing but a great mass of corpses, slashed apart and dismembered by their murderer, who stood above the corpses like a statue as he holds his bloody machete in hand.
Big Bad Jack snarls and grits his teeth at Jason Voorhees as he stands there without a word. "You…you kill mah boys!?" snarls Big Bad Jack, "I outta give you a good thrashin'!" Jason said not a word, staring at Big Bad Jack with contempt as he breaths loudly.
"Hey! Retard!" shouts Jackson, "You got a frog in yer throat! Talk!" Jason said not a word, his head lightly nudging as he continues to stare at Big Bad Jack without an inkling of emotion.
Big Bad Jack Valentine growls and points his shotgun at Voorhees, his gun blaring loudly as Jason was flung back onto the ground without resistance. The huge vampire turns around, and is enraged to find Mr. Griffin gone.
"DAMMIT! AND ALL THAT WORK TO CATCH THAT SLIMY LITTLE SHIT!" he screams to a frequency that shakes the hall, only to feel a grip onto his back. And then, something happens that should never have happened, something that was impossible until now: Big Bad Jack was lifted up and thrown onto the floor.
Jason had no trouble lifting Big Bad Jack, grabbing him by the back of his jacket by both hands and flinging him down with a great shake of the hall upon impact. Jason stares down at the downed massively-fat giant, stomping to the vampire as he groans and shakes his head.
Jackson was unable to do anything as Jason stomps on the shotgun, crushing the barrel and rendering it useless as the Valentine patriarch stares with heartbreak and sorrow. "No…not my…shotgun…" he moans out sadly.
Jason steps back as Big Bad Jack stomps to his feet, breathing in fury as he froths at the mouth like a mad dog. "You can kill my kids…you can kill my ghouls…but you break my gun…and I will FUCKING END YOU!"
With that, Big Bad Jack slams his arm down, with Jason grabbing the huge limb with one hand and staring at Big Bad Jack without an inkling of fear. Jackson growls as he attempts to kill the revenant, trying to shove his weight down when this smaller juggernaut seems to be holding him at bay without struggle. Desperate to win, he grabs the arm of Jason Voorhees and attempts to throw him off.
"What…the hell!?" he snarls angrily, "Give up! GIVE UP! Stop fighting and…gehh…gaaaah!" His eyes get wide as he lets his jaw drop, the big bad vampire looks down, and sees the machete plunge into his stomach.
In this moment of confusion, Jason Voorhees uses his immense strength and flings him at the wall, again ignoring his weight and throwing him as if he was weightless. Big Bad Jack groans as he sits up, clutching his wound and stares angrily at Jason Voorhees.
"Go ahead…kill me…" snarls Big Bad Jack, "I ain't'a 'fraid of some dumb jerk-off like yerself!"
With that, Jason swings his blade back and gives one hell of a slash to his stomach, with a spray of blood hitting Jason's waist as Jackson groans with pain. The monstrous zombie stomps over to the fat vampire, stopping right in front of Big Bad Jack as the beast glares at Jason with a quivering brow.
The powerful juggernaut then shoves his hand into his gullet, with Jackson Valentine bellowing in pain as Jason reaches deep into him. In struggle, Jackson grabs his arm and tries to rip it out, with another grabbing Jason's neck to push him off.
Jason was stronger, despite his size, and continued to reach through as Jackson struggles. He reaches past the intestines, past the stomach, and past the liver, but was able to find his target: His Spine.
Big Bad Jack's eyes got dinner-plate wide as he felt Jason grip the spine tightly, grunting and shuddering as the beast squeezes tight and snaps it, tugging it hard as Valentine's eyes drooped and his jaw went right down.
"…God…I can't…move…" moans out Jackson in shock, not moving an inch as he struggles to move his jaw, "I can't see…I can't hear…am I…in hell?"
Jason stands there, slipping his arm out of the gore with the jacket dripping with blood as Jason decides to let him live. The one instances Jason Voorhees believes that killing him might not be a good idea, and still be merciless doing it.
However, his concentration on his victory was short-lived as Jason turns and sees an army of ghouls lurch to Jason, groaning and moaning as they wore the uniforms of Hellsing. Jason, however, readied his machete and stands to face the survivors of this conquest without fear.
"The office is just around the corner," calls out Integra, "not too far from here!"
They said this as she and her two compatriots raced down the hall, all as the sounds of hushed growls and snarling was mixed with the sound of cleaving along with the gory splatters.
Integra was unsure what exactly caused this rush of sounds, but was sure that it was either Jason or Mr. Griffin in the middle of it all. As they rushed, she noticed the bloodied footsteps that faded away as they were about to get to the corner of a hallway.
"Just there!" shouts Integra to Kudo and Seras, "We just have to-"
She was interrupted by the sight of a bloodied ghoul, wearing Hellsing uniform, slamming against the wall and turning into a mush of flesh as Integra watched with shock at the corpse of her men once again filling the halls.
She steps over it and is forced to watch a sight that causes her to drop her jaw. It happened again, but instead of her sweet Seras slaughtering the ghouls she once called servants, but the violent and enraged Jason Voorhees doing it all without a bat of an eye. His cleaving machete would slice them up, leaving them nothing but body parts as he would stomp on the remains, creating a splash of blood during his rampage.
Seras, too, watched in horror as Jason killed those she once fraternized with in her tenure. They were killed, all without a hint of mercy or remorse, something Jason is special at, to kill whom he considers a foe and never feel ashamed for doing it. They were all the same to him, and he didn't care if they'd been innocent or not. He was going to slaughter them like animals, just to kill as he was ordered to do so.
One last ghoul stood in his way, and that ghoul was finished off quite brutally. Jason shoves his hand into its mouth, and even when the ghoul bit on his grey palm, the revenant continued with his assault. He stabs the shoulder, gripping the top as he promptly rips the head off and leaves it a quivering mass of flesh, the body flopping on the ground as blood sprays out like shaken soda.
The eyes of the ghoul dart around, all as Jason holds the half of his head and turns around. Covered in blood, he stares emotionless at Integra, who stares back with disbelief at his bloodlust, even to people that were once what she considered allies.
It was apparent that Jason did this last kill as an insult to Integra, and as a final bit of salt, he holds his hand back and tosses the mutilated head at Sir Hellsing carelessly. She steps back as she watches the head roll around and hit her feet, gritting her teeth as those pale dead eyes stare at her.
"Hey!" shouts Seras, her eyes glowing red as Jason simply walks over to the three. With a total lack of care for them, he passes by as if they didn't matter. Integra whips her head back, giving Jason a deadly glare as he stomps away, with Conan looking out at the carnage with disgust and a shake of his head, still disbelieving that one person could cause so much death. Even if they were ghouls, they were once allies, and to him, Jason murdered his own. Yet, he knows that Jason could care less.
As Jason leaves her with his insult clear, she'd see Alucard step from the shadows so casually. He gives Jason a look as they pass by, with the undead juggernaut leaving them, having as much as he could stomach of the presence of people he considers kidnappers and enemies, enemies he can't escape.
Alucard approaches Integra and greets, "Sir Integra, the Djinn has been dealt with." Integra stares at him with an annoyed furrow of her brow, but was still glad to see him. She says to him, "Alucard, my gun was lost, take care of this ghoul at my feet."
Alucard smiles and holds his hand out, pointing the gun on the half-head with content. A blast from his gun ends his life, giving him mercy before saying with a chill tone, "It seems Jason was…busy."
"He killed them all," breaths out Conan, shaking his head and furrowing his brow, "they used to be our guard, and he didn't care…just slaughtered them like pigs."
"To Jason, they were nothing but in the way," explains Alucard, stepping to the young detective with Seras following her master, "but you are right, they died because of the cause of a silly detective and his silly dream."
"Jimmy…there's no curing of them…once they are…like that…" stutters out Seras, trying to find the right words, "I'm as mortified for them as you…but they were long gone before Jason…found them."
"But if you were to kill them, would you not feel sorry for them?" questioned Conan with his head shaking.
Seras walks over as Alucard passes by, sensing something in the distance all as Seras kneels down and pats his back, consoling with true and soothing words, "Of course, Conan. I'd feel sorry for them, but I know that to kill them…rather than let them stumble around as those things was better than sparing them."
Integra smiles warmly at Seras, then looking to Alucard with suspicion as he continues on his way. As Seras was busy consoling Conan, she rushed to his side as he began approaching the fat giant himself, Big Bad Jack, his back against the wall as he was nothing more but a fat blob that was eviscerated and broken.
"I…can't…move…" he groans out, his eyes dripping with blood with saliva from his loose jaw mixing with it. A large and disgustingly pungent stain was on the front of his white pants, mixing with blood to create a dark pattern as Big Bad Jack grumbles out, "I can't see…is…who's out there? I can't hear…"
"What in the world is that thing?" gasps out Integra, glaring at that near-dead beast with disgust.
"You are looking at the Valentine patriarch, the father of Luke and Jan Valentine," introduces Alucard with a dark smirk.
"You don't say," lets out Integra, quite surprised by that fact, "small world…"
Alucard turns to his master and says, "There are still ghouls in the complex, activate the Hydro Storm protocol, cleanse this place." Integra would nod to her enslaved vampire, then turning to Seras and shouting, "Seras! Get out! I don't want you to get caught in the storm!"
Seras turns to Integra, still kneeling over the depressed young detective as he stares at the crimson blood with shame, gives a nod and a final rub to his back before rushing to the window. She opens it up and slides right out back into the cloudy outside, escaping on Sir Integra's orders.
Integra would turn to Alucard, giving him one last look of understanding before rushing to her office to activate the holy water. Alucard smiles as he kneels in front of Big Bad Jack, grabbing his head and lifting it up. Jack growls in his painful existence, all as Alucard stared straight at his throat.
"Despite your pig-headedness, despite your disgusting presence, and despite the fact you are a poor and pathetic vampire," he snarls darkly, "you are much better at it than your worthless sons, perhaps you will find solace in that when I drain your blood…"
He then chuckles with amuse, hissing out, "What am I saying? You're paralyzed, you can not hear a thing!" After that, he opens his mouth and showing his many sharp teeth before jabbing them into his fat throat, proving how much more merciful he was compared to Jason by giving him the death he didn't deserve.
Drinking the blood, he would see something very interesting. He saw something that didn't explain a thing, but showed him the future. He was shown a dark and powerful juggernaut, the very thing the Detective will use to destroy England and rebuild Airstrip One from the ashes.
It was a giant ship, it was massive, it was colossal, it dwarfed even the mightiest of the late Major's grand zeppelins. It was a titan of metal, black as the night with jagged wings that arched like a dragon's. It had windows of green all around, with a large window at the front of the ship with another on the top above it, with the deck resembling a cowl that shined a sickly and vile green.
At the moment, it was stationed in a dark and massive construction yard under the earth, with a large door to allow escape for the flying colossus. It was just being finished, and all it lacked was one final piece: The Cavorite.
Alucard stands to his feet as the fat vampire turns into ash, leaving his bloodied white suit as a reminder of this filth. However, the ashes would drain away as the ceiling rained down with the water of God. Alucard looks up, feeling the hot water hit his skin, sizzling against the pale flesh as he scowls with disinterest.
He simply walks off through the halls, indifferent to what would kill normal vampires and ghouls, all as he could hear the rest of the ghouls in the house cry out in agony. Conan simply stood there, looking at Alucard as he passes by and asks, "What did you see?"
Alucard turns to him, grinning and saying to Conan, "A Black Rider…"
Royal London Hospital
One Day Later
Quatermain drinks water from a small paper cup, resting on the papery bed wearing nothing but his black boxers and a light-blue hospital gown. He growls and looks at his broken arm, held up in a holster pressing his arm and complains with hate, "I can't wait to get the hell out of here, hospitals are just…unbearable."
He sighs and leans back, staring at Alucard, Seras, Integra, Conan, and the clothed Mr. Griffin as he lets out, "How about you lot, as well as the captain?"
"Nemo is just fine, despite her losses, but we suffered casualties ourselves," says Sir Integra, tapping her fingers on the counter of the hospital room, "out of the two-hundred that worked for me, ninety-eight survived unharmed, save us, and thirty-three were severely injured." She smiles and tranquilly speaks to Leonard, "I hope you will be able to leave by tomorrow, after the funeral, of course."
Quatermain chuckles and shakes his head, "Even with my arm out of commission? Very well, if I must."
With that, Integra turns to Alucard and asks, "Alucard…before you leave tomorrow, I want to…well, Conan and I want to tell you some news that may seem…quite shocking."
"I see, information of our enemy, no doubt," hisses Alucard proudly, "I too have some information to tell you. All I got from that fat oaf."
"What fat oaf?" barked Quatermain, reaching out and grabbing a sandwich that he grimaced eating.
"A vampire we dealt with," explains Integra quickly, then asking Alucard calmly, "What did you learn, Alucard?"
"I have seen the instrument of the Detective's wrath, a flying war-ship of black steel and green hellfire," informs Alucard with a sway of his hand, "a vessel as big as a small city, and is near complete. All it needs is the final component. The Cavorite."
With all eyes on him, he finishes and says, "They call it…The Nazgul."
"What's a Nazgal?" blurts out Mr. Griffin, scratching his head at that word.
"A Nazgul, Ancient Middle-Earthen Mythology," explains Alucard, "they were the Nine Kings of Men, turned into wraiths by the dreaded Sauron of myth, and became his trackers and hunters of the most vile degree."
"So, we have a name and a description, but do you know the location?" asks Quatermain.
"I am…afraid not, he didn't know where the location was, for some reason," lets out Alucard with a bit of disappointment, "but the last time he saw it was…two months ago."
"And it was…near completion back then?" asks out Conan with great worry.
"Yes, all that is needed now is the Cavorite, and the Detective will have the Nazgul soaring the skies at last," finishes Alucard, tipping his hat as he knew that there would be much more bad news by tomorrow, and it will be accompanied by a funeral…
It was the next day, and it was sunny compared to the grim day where many lost their lives to the Detective's fury. Many graves dotted the yard, the large brick church standing over from behind as it shined with the light of the sky. It was a grand attendance, where many of the surviving soldiers were there to pay respect to their friends and brothers. Joining them was the League, all wearing pitch black as they stood in unison, sans one. That one was Jason Voorhees, somewhere in the Hellsing manor. He wasn't even invited, Integra was not even sure he would care.
Nemo would let her hair down, letting it flow lightly with the wind as Quatermain was glaring off at the visible Mr. Griffin, who was smoking a cigarette without care as he was oblivious and unfeeling to these deaths.
Alucard held a large black umbrella, shielding himself and Seras as they stood together like father and daughter, with Conan right beside her with sorrow in his eyes, even if he hardly knew these people that died for them.
Integra stood there as she listens to the preacher give the final words to these people, and she leads a salute to the people she was responsible for, and was followed by her fellow comrades, with one delayed and half-hearted salute from the Invisible Man.
Her League would stay as her men return to the manor, leaving three black limousines left for them as she'd turn to her League as she says to them all, "Gentlemen, Detective Kudo and I have some news to tell you all…about the Detective."
"I could guess," grunts Mr. Griffin, stretching his back and joining the League as they approach Integra, listening to what she and the young detective have to say.
"After extensive research at the Greyfriars Academy, I have found out that the Detective indeed might have lived over one hundred years ago, during the Victorian Era," explains Conan darkly with conflict in his mind, "and what is more…I found a letter in the desk of the Detective's office, and found a letter addressed to the M of that time, James Moriarty."
No one said a word, but the interest was peaked as this slam of knowledge was given to them that even drew Mr. Griffin's attention, with the Invisible Man crushing his cigarette in his gloved hand and dropping it on the grass.
"The letter was from Mycroft Holmes, brother of the great Sherlock Holmes," included Integra, with Conan looking up to her as she explains, "it was talking about…how the Great Detective was killed by the Napoleon of Crime, and how he said that the Detective was branded a traitor humorously by Moriarty."
"Are…are you telling me that the Great Detective is the very madman we are facing?" scoffed Quatermain in disbelief, a brow raised at this, what he would call, poppy-cock.
"No, we don't know if he is or not," corrects Kudo quickly, "but we are not ruling out the possibility."
"But this is the Great Detective you are talking about!" argued Quatermain defensively, "You don't go from…famed and gifted sleuth out to fix injustice to a bloody fascist."
"People change over time, Quatermain," spoke out Alucard, just as disturbed by this news as the others, "I am a perfect example."
"Ehrmm…yes…I guess it would," murmurs Quatermain, looking away and scratching his chin nervously.
"And yet, it still doesn't seem right," breaths out Nemo, glaring over at Alucard and saying to him, "something just doesn't add up about this, even if this is just theory."
Nemo looks around, then says, "Not only that, but if it was so important, wouldn't they tell us? It is obvious that they are ashamed by the fact that an English hero was betrayed and a criminal mastermind was working for them."
"Obviously," states Integra, stopping and looking upwards at the church. Returning her attention to the League, she says, "You can discuss this in the Nautilus, in four hours, you will leave for Paris, and try to find out all about the Cavorite's whereabouts. Anyone who stands in your way, kill them."
"Yes, Sir Integra, we will return with the Cavorite in hand, I promise you that," bequeathed Alucard, resting his hand on his chest and bowing before her. Integra would close her eyes and nod, walking with the League to the limousines as the sun continued to blaze above them.
Seras and Alucard step near her side, with Seras asking, "Sir Integra, are you alright?" She could tell that Integra was agitated, and simply said with a hushed tone, "No, not at all." She started to walk faster, with Alucard and Seras stopping and staring off at her. As they stood there, Alucard would turn and look at the cathedral himself with a frown as he studied what hid inside.
Seras turns over and asks, "Master, what are you looking at?"
Alucard sighs and turns from the church, saying to the young vampire, "Nothing, Police Girl…now come, Paris awaits." He starts walking after the group, Seras Victoria at his side as they were spied from afar, inside the tower of the church as the spy hid behind the brick wall with a black sound amplifier in one hand and his ears covered by black headphones. He gives a large breath as he wipes sweat from his shoulder, James Bond resting his back against the wall of the belltower as he peeked at the window, waiting for the League to leave the graveyard.
Once those black automobiles leave his sight, he stares off with a deep brow and grabs a cellphone from his pocket. He dials in a long unregistered number, then placing the amplifier on the board floor as he slips the ear-muffs onto his shoulder. Bond presses the black phone against his ear, sweating and darting his eyes around as he hears that long dial go on and on.
Finally, the dial stopped and he was met with a deep silence. James wasn't sure if it the call went through or not, and gulped as he was about to end the call and try again. However, he'd stop when he heard the voice of his superior, the one he is truly working for.
"What do they know?" growls out the voice of the Detective.
The Banana Slug: Oooh nooooo. OOOOH NOOOOOOOO!
So, well, that is done, and like my Noble's Isle Arc, I think the ending sucks, but isn't that like ALL writers and shit? No matter WHAT we do, be it good or bad, we will hate it in the end and wish to do something different.
However, I think that makes a great artist…writer…whatever, because if you are 100% under the belief that you are making the perfect story, you will fail.
Don't quote me on that, but it is just what I believe.