The Lost Priest
Chapter 12
A Misadventure Pt 1: Stitch in Time
(A/N Chapter 12 is here so everyone rejoice this day. Okay that was corny I'll admit that. What are you reading this for? Get to the story!)
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
Time passed by and the day had come when Abel and the others would be leaving. To Seras it came too soon, for tonight he would be gone, and there was no guarantee she would ever see Abel again. He said she should look for him sometime in the future, but if she did exist that long how come she hadn't made contact with him yet? Was she even around after Armageddon? All she really wanted was for Abel to stay…with her.
Hugue was in better spirits about leaving, even if he didn't show it much. Abel was looking forward to being back in his era, as well as Astharoshe. Tres was indifferent about returning or staying, which was really no surprise. It would be lonely at the Hellsing estate after they left. Even the woman of steel, Integra, admitted that much. Alucard said he'd miss his new battle buddy, even if he was Catholic. Abel was a little unsure about what that meant.
No missions had been carried out since the night at the docks, which in some ways was a blessing, but in others foreboding. A feeling of something big was hanging over their heads and Abel and the others' leaving couldn't come at a worse time. Integra wasn't about to ask them to stay; after all, they had their own duties to fulfill back in their own era. It wouldn't be fair to ask them to stay.
Abel and Hugue were still not on as good of terms as they had been but they were still doing pretty well. As long as Abel kept his distance and didn't talk much to Hugue unless he had to, everything was just fine.
Everyone gathered in the entrance hall; this would be the time they would see each other. It was late and no one other than Hellsing, Alucard, Walter, and Seras were there to see them off. Seras hid behind her Master. She didn't want to watch Abel leave, but it would be rude of her not to see him off.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Abel said with a sweet smile, putting his hand out to Integra. "I wish you and the Organization well, Sir Hellsing."
"Thank you and goodbye to you as well," Integra said, taking his hand firmly and shaking it. "Good luck to you all."
"Bye, Walter," Abel said, waving at the butler.
"Farewell, Abel," Walter smiled with a nod.
"Don't forget to look us up, all right?" Abel said, looking over at Alucard and Seras.
"You can count on it, Crusnik," Alucard said with a toothy grin.
"Well, can we leave now?" Hugue asked, starting to get agitated.
"Yes, if it'll make you happy," Asta snorted.
"It'll make me very happy," Hugue replied sarcastically.
Asta just glared at Hugue as Hugue glared back. Abel just sighed, watching Tres move the two of them apart. Abel pulled out the small round machine that would take him back home. It looked like a CD but was as thick as a standard brick and weighed just as much. It had all sorts of dials and buttons on it. He didn't know what they were used for but he dared not touch them.
"Father Nightroad, hit the red button to activate it," Tres said as Hugue and Asta tried to shoot each other down with death glares.
"Right," Abel nodded, about to push the button.
"NO," Seras shouted and ran headlong into him, almost knocking him over. "Don't! I don't want you to leave!"
"Seras," Abel blinked in shock. "What…"
"Please don't go!" She pleaded with him. "Why can't you stay here?"
"Seras, stop," Integra snapped. "You know he has to leave. Now let him go. He doesn't belong in this era."
"Miss Victoria, please return," Walter ordered but Seras ignored him.
Seras's eyes began to fill with tears as she continued to hold onto Abel. She didn't want to let go of him. She soon felt strong hands take hold of her shoulders and push her back. She looked up see it was Abel who was pushing her back.
"Seras, I have to go. I have my own duties to carry out," he said in a saddened tone. "I'm very sorry I can't stay here."
"Then can I…"
"No," everyone in the room said in unison.
"How about none of you leave except straight to Hell."
Everyone turned around to see Maxwell standing in main entrance door with Anderson, Heinkel, and Yumie. Abel and the others just stared on. Maxwell was still banged up pretty badly and was limping around with Anderson's help.
"Oh my God! You're like a cat with nine lives," Abel blurted out before thinking. "You never die. Every time I see you have only get more bandages! GASP! Geez… Did just say that out loud? Oops!"
Abel covered his mouth as his face went bright pink in embarrassment. Asta patted his shoulder as the group of Section 13 members glared at him and everyone else just stifled chuckles.
"Why you son of a bitch," Maxwell growled, glaring at Abel with pure hatred as he and the others made their ways to the other group.
"You shouldn't be cursing; you're a clergyman, Your Grace," Abel stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"KILL HIM," Maxwell bellowed as the Iscariot hurried upon them.
"Able, you and everyone leave now," Integra shouted, pulling out her gun. "Make haste!"
"Right," Abel said about to push the button when Yumie swiped at him with her blade, which was blocked by Hugue.
However, the time device fell out of Abel's hands and hit floor hard making some odd beeps. Abel picked it up again and looked at it quickly; it didn't look broken. Asta and Tres were helping Sera ward off Heinkel as Alucard and Abel handled Anderson. Hugue and Walter were helping Integra fight off Yumie. Things were not looking well. They had to leave now.
"Get going," Alucard said, looking at Abel. "We can handle them!"
"We can't just—"
"DO IT," Alucard snapped.
Abel hit the large red button on the device but something went wrong. Everything and everyone seemed to slow down for second but then in a flash of blinding light everything disappeared. Abel felt like his head was going to explode. The last thing he remembered was a hard landing.
"What just happened?" Yumie blinked to adjust her eyes from the bright light. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know," Heinkel said, rubbing her eyes. "They disappeared… Including Maxvell."
"Does this mean we finally get some time off?" Yumie asked, sheathing her blade.
"Don't see vhy not," Heinkel mused, putting away her guns.
They just shrugged and walked back of the mansion; as they left, another figure stayed behind. He slowly stepped of the shadows, found a large round object on the floor, and picked up. He had heard the whole conversation from start to end. Judging from what he had heard, this device was a time machine. He grinned widely.
"Ze Major vill like zis," he said, disappearing into the shadows; after all he was everywhere and nowhere.
Abel awoke to the sounds of moans and groans around him. It didn't bother him, as he was moaning and groaning too. He opened his blue eyes to a dark area that seemed vaguely familiar to him. It was a dark room lit only by the light from computer monitors. As his eyes adjusted to the small light he saw friend and foe alike all rubbing their heads, trying to get their eyes adjusted to the darkness, save for the vampires and one android.
"Where are we," Seras asked, looking around the room.
"This isn't the palace," Asta said, look around as well. "Just where are we? The devices should have sent us right to the palace."
"It looks like a control room of some kind," Walter said, putting his monocle back on.
"I have lost my timing device sometime during the fight," Tres said out of nowhere.
"Dumb robot," Asta growled.
"What's going on here?" Hugue asked, pushing himself up into sitting position.
"That's what we want to know," Integra replied. "Abel, just what did you do?"
"I don't know. All I did was hit this button right here," Abel pointed at the large red button.
"Abel, let me see that," Hugue said as Abel handed it to him. "Did you drop this by chance?"
"Well… Uh… You see it just…"
"You did, didn't you? NIGHTROAD!"
"I didn't mean to! Samurai girl made me do it!"
"Samurai girl? Never 'eard Yumie be called tha' before," Anderson said, helping Maxwell sit up. "Are ye all right, Yer Grace?"
"I'm fine! Hands off," Maxwell snapped. "I still don't trust you, Alexander!"
"Hey, where's Master?" Seras asked, noticing the grinning vampire was nowhere in sight.
"Alucard, where are you?" Integra spoke up.
"I'm right here," Alucard said, sitting in a chair and looking at some computer monitors. "By the way, Duchess, we are in a palace, just not the one you're thinking of."
"Meaning what," the Duchess replied, getting to her feet.
"We're in Buckingham," Alucard replied as awkward silence filled the room. "I've been looking at the monitors. They're connected to security cameras. I never knew there was such a huge lab and base underneath the palace."
"Because there isn't in your time," Abel said, sitting down in chair beside Alucard and starting to type on the computer. "Let's see what year this is. Hm, it's 24 December, 2098. Oh, dear this isn't good."
"I knew it! You did something when you dropped it," Hugue snapped. "Whatever you did reset all of ours as well!"
"Oh, pipe down. We've got a bigger problems than this," Abel said, continuing to type.
"Wow, Crusnik, you're pretty good with a computer," Alucard said as Abel moved it along a system with practiced ease. "A little too good, perhaps. They're asking for passwords and you're putting them in correctly the first time."
"Tovarish, what's going on," Asta asked. "There's something you're not telling us, isn't there?"
"Oh, by the way, Maxwell, I would not recommend leaving this room," Abel said as Maxwell hobbled over to the door. "Believe me when I say that."
"And just why should I believe a monster such as you," the Archbishop snapped, pulling his gun out and pointing it at Abel.
"Unless you want to be arrested by the four guards coming around the corner, I suggest you shut up," Abel snapped back quietly as the sounds of footsteps echoed down the hall.
Male voices accompanied the footsteps as they grew louder. All they could do was hope they'd go by the door, but Abel knew they were the security guards who worked in this room. He made a gesture for everyone to hide. No sooner had everyone disappeared out of immediate sight did the door open and the men stepped inside and closed the door.
THA-WACK THUMP SMACK THUD THUD BAM THUMP POW WACK
"Tha' was easy," Anderson said, dropping one of the unconscious guards to the floor. "Wha' should we do wit 'em?"
"Strip them," Abel said, getting weird looks from everyone. "Walter, Tres, Alucard, and I will take their places so we can get out of here."
"Okay, but what about the rest of us?" Integra asked.
"Ever felt like being a doctor?" Abel mused, pointing at two female lab assistants coming toward the room on the monitor.
"Why not," Integra drawled.
Tres and Hugue waited by the door; just as they passed, the door flew open and they grabbed them in the blink off on eye, closing the door. They continued to wait by the door for more people to come by. They were going incognito to get of there. Soon a few more people passed by and they were quickly snatched and knocked out.
"This is like those stupid cartoons or old B movies," Seras said, putting on a white lab coat," where good guys knock out the bad guys and steal their clothes."
"Actually, I was going off Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark," Abel said, getting more weird looks, buttoning a shirt for a soldier's uniform. "Like when Idni knocked out the Nazi soldier and put on his clothes."
"And the clothes were too small," Integra added, dusting off doctor's coat, looking at Abel who sheepishly grinned. "Like what you're wearing right now."
"Uh—yeah," Abel answered back, digging out a wedgie. "I feel like I'm going to rip these."
"What you, Alucard, and Anderson are wearing are off the tallest men," Asta said, pulling down her own skirt from one of the female lab techs. "The girl I got this off of was 5' 9" and still too short. So you're not the only one."
"Why am I dressed in a hospital gown?" Maxwell snapped, Tres had found on one of the lab techs.
"Do you honestly think they'd let someone as hurt as you go around in a uniform?" Seras bit out, wearing a doctor's outfit. "We don't need to draw attention!"
"Ye really aren't suppose ta be oot o' the hospital in the first place," Anderson said, putting on a hat from one of the guards.
"Are we finished yet?" Hugue asked, zipping his guard coat.
"Yes, I do believe so," Walter said as he and Tres stood in last of the guard outfits.
"After you then, Crusnik," Alucard grinned, looking rather nice in the last soldier uniform. "You know what you're doing after all."
"I highly doubt that," Maxwell muttered to himself.
"Listen here, Catholic, Abel is sticking out his neck a long way for you and Anderson," Alucard said, shoving his gun between Maxwell's eyes. "If it was up to my Master and myself you would be dead now. So be grateful."
"Foul monster," Maxwell hissed as Alucard removed his gun.
"Father Nightroad, it is now 1:00 AM," Tres said, looking at Abel. "If we are to get the vampires out of here safely we have to act now, before the sun rises."
"Thank you, Tres," Abel said, checking the monitors before opening the door. "Everyone, let's move out."
"Abel, if you don't mind my asking, but we all know that you know something that we don't know," Walter said, following Abel down the hall. "You knew how to operate that large computer and you seem to know where you are going as well. You also made a comment about Buckingham not having a military base in our time so you must have been here in this time, weren't you?"
"Go on, Abel, enlighten us," Maxwell said, sarcastically, hobbling beside Anderson.
"Did I ever tell any of you that I was a terror when I was a little kid?" Abel said with a half smile.
"That's not what we were getting at," Integra sighed as Abel stopped at a locked door. "You know a lot about this place. Is this a base for the UN?"
"Yes, it is," Abel nodded, typing in a code on the number pad by the door. "Used for the RMP."
"What's the RMP?" Maxwell asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Hugue said flatly.
"So, the United Nations is under the palace," Seras blinked. "Whoa…"
"I have no idea what the UN even is," Asta moaned as the door opened. "And frankly I don't care, so can we get out of here?"
"Father Nightroad, my sensors are picking up two life forms 65 feet from us and closing from our left," Tres said as Abel look down the hall that turned to the left.
"Understood," Abel said as everyone got real quiet.
"So, are you planning to go back to Germany?" A young boy's voice echoed down the all.
"After Christmas," replied another young boy. "Zey vanted me to come back earlier but I just decided not to. I'm having vay far too much fun here."
"I don't see what so fun about some fucking base," the first boy sounded angry as drew closer. "They're all bloody morons here. They don't treat us like kids. We're just lab rats to them! A joke! We don't get a life, not like everyone else. They're always threatening to destroy me and then make another to replace me."
"Vell, vith ze vay you act, brother, zere's no vonder vhy," the German boy said as his and other child's shadow slid across the floor. "You did almost shoot a captain to death about a day ago. You put 5 rounds into him."
"I'd do it again too," the English boy sounded sadistic and proud of himself. "They don't deserve to live. None them. They can all rot in Hell for all I care. They're no better than the Devil himself. Creating us in some fucked up test tube. Playing God."
"You're right," the German boy replied. "Ve are nothing to zem but I'm still happy I vas created. Though I do share your feeling about zese people. I zink in a vay zey fear us. Ve are the next step after all. Ve are advanced compared to zem. Ve're stronger, faster, smarter, ve'll live longer, und our senses are enhanced compared to ze norm."
"So, true," the British boy said. "We'll get back them one day. ESPECIALLY THE SPIES JUST AROUND THE CORNER!"
The two boys pulled out their guns and ran out in front of the large group. They pointed their guns at them ready to fire. Everything just stopped dead. No one moved and no one breathed. What they saw before them shocked them beyond belief. There stood a young Abel, around 10 years old or so, with another boy who had to be none other than Cain.
"Dear God," Integra muttered.
"Did you say somezing, fraulein?" Cain asked, pointing his gun now at Integra. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"
"Not all that much, Sirs," the Crusnik said, clicking his heels together and saluting them as the others behind him awkwardly did the same them thing. "We won't repeat anything we may have heard."
"You better not," the young Abel replied bitterly, walking up to his older counterpart. "What is your name, soldier?"
"Uh, William Walter Wordsworth, Sir," the older Abel replied as Hugue fought back the urge to hit him.
"William Walter Wordsworth, huh," the child Abel mused, slowly walking around him, looking him up and down. "I don't know anyone by that name. Are you new here, William?"
"Yes, sir," Abel replied.
"Why are your clothes so small on you?" the child Abel asked.
"It happened in the wash, Sir," Abel answered.
"You're a bloody idiot," his younger self shook his head.
"Who are your companions?" Cain asked, walking up to the Crusnik and then looking behind them. "Are zey also new?"
"Yes, sir," Abel answered.
"Vhat are your names," Cain asked, walking up to Hugue and Integra followed by Abel who was just stare at Integra.
"Hugue de Watteau."
"Integra Springfield, Sir." Why is Abel staring at me like that?
"Und ze rest of you are…?" Cain said, looking at the rest of them.
"Tres Iqus."
"Astharoshe Asran."
"J. H. Brenner (Alucard)."
"Alexander Anderson."
"Walter Cromwell."
"Enrico Maxwell."
"Seras—"
"Ve knew who are, Police Girl," Cain said as Seras looked at him strangely. "Are you giving zem a tour of the base before zey start vorking here?"
"Yes, Sir." She nodded.
"Where's your uniform, Seras?" young Abel asked bitterly, walking up to her. "You're the Chief of Security here, not a scientist."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I-I spilt some ink on my uniform and one of the lab techs let me borrow some of her clothes," Seras lied, hoping they would buy it. "I'll make sure to change back before the night is over."
"You had better, Police Girl," Abel said in a cold tone, glancing at Integra one more time. "Finish the tour and get back to work."
"Yes, Sir," Seras said, saluting him as he and Cain started to walk off.
"Oh, by the way, Maxwell," Abel turned around to look at him. "Shouldn't you be in the infirmary?"
"Why—" Maxwell began in an angry tone.
"Maxwell is mah cousin, Sir," Anderson said in Maxwell's place. "'E just wanted ta come wit meh, Sir."
"Very well," young Abel said, turning on his heel and walked off with Cain as everyone sighed in relief before glaring at the Crusnik.
"What?" the Crusnik replied.
"I WAS NOT CHECKING INTEGRA OUT, CAIN!" Abel's young voice bellowed down the hall as the Crusnik's face went neon pink in embarrassment.
"YAH, YOU VERE!" Cain shouted back.
"OH, LIKE YOU WEREN'T STARING AT ASTHROSHE'S BOOBS!" Young Abel snapped.
"Oh, my God," Abel covered his face with his hands.
"SO VHAT! YOU DO ZAT TO SERAS ALL ZE TIME, ABEL!"
"I DO NOT! THAT'S SOMETHING THAT YOU'VE DONE SINCE DAY ONE SINCE YOU'VE MET HER!"
"LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE! YOU'RE ZE ONE ZAT HAS A BOOB FETISH!"
"THEN WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT ASTHAROSHE'S BOOBS, CAIN?"
"ZEN YOU MUST HAVE BEEN TOO!"
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT ALL THEM ARE WELL ENDOWED IN THAT AREA!"
Finally the sound of a door shutting echoed down the hall, and everything grew quiet for a moment or two. Then suddenly with the exception of Tres and Abel, all of them men hit the floor, rolling in laughter. The girls, on the other hand, were staring at Abel with looks that said "Blackmail Material."
"You were checking me out, huh," Integra grinned, pushing up her glasses. "Started out young, didn't you, Abel?"
"'Well endowed in that area,'" Asta quoted. "I don't know whether to thank you or slap you good across the face."
"We're not going to let you live this one down, Abel," Seras said, walking up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "You have just incriminated yourself a pervert. How do you feel about that?"
"I think I'm going to be sick," Abel whined, holding a hand over his mouth and another on his stomach.
(A/N This idea came about from a reviewer named, dlight. My muse took a nice long holiday but thankfully came back so I can start wring again. I hope you enjoyed this chapter please review with sugar on top.)
Millie M. Banshee.
Beta: 2stupid
(BN: Yay! It's done! Possibly my favorite chapter so far!)