The Lost Priest
Chapter 15
A Misadventure Pt 4: Long & Winding Road
(A/N Well, let's see what happens in this chapter with Abel and the others.)
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
(Last Time)
"I'm sorry about your family," Integra said, looking down at the ground.
Hugue said nothing but continued to stare into the maze of steaming and sweating pipes before and above them. He slowly turned his green eyes towards Integra who was cleaning off her glasses again from the moister that had gathered on them. Integra could feel his eyes on her and threw a glace at him.
Hugue jumped slightly before turning he eyes from her. Integra raised a curious brow as a thin smirk slid across her face. His face was a slightly pink and she doubted it was from the heat in the room. He had been caught staring at her and for some strange reason she didn't mind it.
(Present Time Abel Nightroad)
He walked down the halls yet again moving towards his next assignment. He had completed only one of his three tasks but the second would be his most important yet, if not most dangerous. This is was the part he really had to do alone. He didn't want anyone else near him to see what was actually capable of doing to a human body. He was going have become his old self, his violent self to pull this one off. He didn't want to do it, but dammit, he had to so things would go as planned.
He let out a deep sigh as he heard voices farther down the corridor. They weren't happy voices either along with gun fire. He hurried his pace to a flat out run. He knew what was happening up ahead. His younger self was there after all and he was cause of it. The man he had shot just the other day had a cousin working in the base as well and he was not happy about his younger cousin nearly dying at the hands of a 10 year old.
(3 minutes earlier)
"You'll pay for what you did to Robert," the soldier said, pointing a gun at the young commander as were three other men. "My cousin could die because of you!"
"I would like to see you try anything against me, Devlin," the young Abel barked, holding out his own gun at them. "I could really care less about that moron in the med wing."
"Heartless monster," the Devlin yell, pulled the trigger as the young Abel dodged it.
"You'll pay for that," the Commander snapped, taking a shot at him only get his gun shot out of his hand a split second later by another soldier. "AAAAGH! DAMN YOU!"
The young Commander grabbed hold of his bleeding hand and glared at the 4 men aiming guns at them. Then another man let off another round. Abel almost missed but the built dug deep in his shoulder.
"That's two," the Devlin said as Abel glared at him. "I owe you three more for my cousin! I'm going to enjoy this like you enjoyed doing it Robert!"
"Fucking bastard," the young Abel growled, watching as Devlin pulled the trigger.
BAAAANG!
Abel closed his eyes tight, expecting to get hit, only to feel a rush wind come up from behind him and then surround him from all side. The sound of a bullet ricocheting in front of him had made him peek open an eye a moment later.
"Wh-what the…" He gasped completely surrounded but 2 large black wings.
The wings blocked the four soldiers from his sight completely, and then what should have been feathers looked like it was made out some hard material that sparked with electricity. He stumbled back only to bump into someone not even 3 steps back. He looked straight up to see a man staring down at him. With eyes that burned a bright red, a dark complexion, and long white fangs the rested over his bottom lips.
The soldiers stood there in shock, shaking in their boots. What was this dark creature before them? One of them in a panic let off a whole clip of bullets at the creature only to have them bounce o his wings like they were rubber balls.
Then, suddenly, the large black wings opened, sending a wave of electricity at the men. They were sent back through the air, colliding with the wall about 10 feet back. The young commander watched wide-eyed, his mouth hung open, and arms limp at his side.
"Blood hell…" The young Commander choked out as he watched the men barely moving on the tiled floor. I am I standing here?
He didn't exactly know what was going on and didn't want to wind up like the soldiers. The young Abel was about to bolt away from the strange being that stood behind him. He made it all four running strides when he was halted abruptly after the menacing creature grabbed from the back of uniform, only to agitate his shoulder wound.
"Dammit! Let me go," the smaller Abel shouted, trying to pull free, forgetting about the injury in his shoulder that he was unwillingly pulling on. "RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME AT ONCE!"
"You're not going anywhere," the crusnik growled, picking his younger form off the ground. "You and I are going to have a long chat, Commander."
The young boy was about the protest when he got a snarl from this devilish creature that was holding onto him like rag doll. The commander weakly smiled at his older self. He was then pulled in close to his counterpart and a moment later they were down the hall.
(Alucard and Walter)
They finally had a moment to rest at last. Well, Walter did at least, while Alucard on the other hand was still willing to fight. The halls were quiet for a change, but dead bodies and fresh blood littered the floor and walls.
"I believe I'm beginning to reach my limit, Alucard," Walter said, slumping to floor, breathing heavily. "Growing old is a bitch. That's the bottom line."
"Is it now, Angel of Death," Alucard mused, leaning up against the wall beside Walter. "I remember a time when still had stamina to continue a fight for far longer than this."
"Yes, I remember those days too," Walter moaned, rubbing the back of his sore neck. "But I'm sad to say those days are long gone. My soul is still willing but my body is not I'm sad to say. But I'll continue until my body comes to an end."
"Spoken like a true Angel of Death," Alucard smirked. "But I still wonder what is in store for us. We were obviously broken up for a purpose, but what will that serve? The Police Girl as her little job to do as does Abel but what's in for the rest of us?"
"I don't rightly know. I've been pondering on that myself," Walt said, looking up at Alucard. "I'm sure Abel and Seras have their reasons… I'm surprised you haven't tried to read their minds."
"Haha! Then where would the fun be," Alucard laughed. "I prefer surprises! Hahahaha!"
Walter let out a long sigh before standing back up straight after hearing company coming in fast. He was really starting to feel his age now. He could only hope that he would still be around for some more years to come but at the rate his body was growing exhausted and with amount of soldiers and guards in the base was not helping his odds. The aging butler had seen better days after all.
(Tres, Anderson, and Maxwell)
The odd trio had found a place to crash. It was a medical storage room, filled with tall shelves, boxes and cabinets to hide behind. It truth this was a little insulting to Maxwell, considering his recent bad luck with injuries.
Anderson went looking for some bandages and a brace for the Archbishop's ankle, while Tres was looking for some pain killers. Now Tres knew just what he was looking for; something strong to knock the ailing man for one hell of a loop. Not that Tres was vindictive, or anything like that, but for once the unending patience that he usually had was no long there.
So, for the greater good of the group, Tres was going to make sure the Archbishop was going to be in a much better mood for a good long while. He was stuck between morphine and oxycodone to put the man out of his misery. He grabbed a bottle of morphine, a syringe, and an alcohol swab.
"Yer Grace, will this fit yer ankle," Anderson asked, holding a large ankle brace and some bandages.
Maxwell just grunted at the priest before jerking the items out of his hands only to aggravate his busted hand. Tres arrived a moment later with a syringe filled will a clear liquid. Maxwell looked at him oddly as Tres checked to make sure he had all air out of the syringe and that he had the correct amount.
"What is that," Maxwell asked as Tres got down on his knees to reach the Archbishop.
"Please extend your arm, Your Grace," Tres said but Maxwell just stared at him.
"I will do no such thing," he barked at the android, "until I know what you're about to shoot me up with."
"God's drug more commonly known as morphine," Tres said but Archbishop was not about to give Tres his arm.
"I will not allow you to inject morphine into me," Maxwell snapped.
"It is only to kill the pain. I have measured out the correct dose," Tres stated but still Maxwell was going to budge. "Do you refuse medical treatment? By law any person can refuse medical treatment."
"Yes, I refuse! I will not be doped up," Maxwell bit out. "I want to be totally alert!"
Anderson looked at Maxwell for a moment before looking at Tres. Anderson had already seen Maxwell on morphine and he was a lot more quieter and happier. He quickly got down on the ground and put the Archbishop in a headlock and held his arm out to Tres.
"Anderson, release me at once," Maxwell shouted as Tres rolled up his sleeve. "Don't you dare! Let go of me! Don't you stick that needle in me! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"
"Yer Grace please be quiet less ye wan' tae alert the soldiers," Anderson said, tightening the hold on Maxwell's neck.
Tres said nothing as he wiped down an area of Maxwell's upper arm with a swab before sticking the needle in his arm. He was screaming like a baby and he was not at all happy about the situation he was now in. A moment later Anderson let go of the irate Archbishop. Now all they had to do was wait for the dope to kick in.
(Seras and Asta)
They were running away from a group of about 12 armed men, trying not to get shot. This was not good, not at all. They had to loose these guys and find that young redhead pronto if they wanted to get out of here.
They quickly cut a corner before running head long into an open door. Of all the shitty luck they could have now. This only resulted in the soldier almost on top of them. They saw another door open down tha hall. They feared the worse they were surrounded.
"Over here! Quick," shouted a girl with red hair as she stepped out from hind newly opened door. "Please hurry!"
Asta and Seras quickly ran to her and closed the door just before the soldiers rounded the corner. They locked the door as the sounds of heave boot steps hurried down the hall.
"Lilith I take it," Asta said, sitting down at a table.
"Yes, I'm Lilith Sahl. Seras, I believe you have something Abel wanted me to fix, right," Lilith asked.
"Oh, yes," she nodded and handed the devices to Lilith. "They're time traveling devices. I don't know what Abel told you but it seems one of them got damaged and altered the other ones as well. I have the time and coordinates here as well."
"How did it break in the first place," Lilith asked, picking up one that was scuffed up and cracked.
"Abel dropped it," Asta sighed. "We got in a fight and Abel dropped his, but it also reset the others. That's the master control device so it can control the others."
"I see. Let me run it through the system here. I may be able to reset them," She set the devices on table and hooked the master control up to a computer system. "Let's see what we have here. It seems not only were they reset but the master control device is also damaged. I'll have to take it a part and fix part of it that way."
"That's fine. We just need those devices fixed as quickly as possible," Seras said as Lilith started taking the outer shell of the device off. "How long will this take?"
"I'll have to see what kind damage is done," Lilith said, finally getting the last of the cover off. "Hmmm… Some of the wires have broken loose and some chips have come out of the motherboard."
"Soooo…" Asta asked.
"A while. At least 8 hours," Lilith sighed, feeling anger rise from the two vampires in front of her.
"At LEAST 8 hours," both blondes bellowed.
"I'm sorry but this technology is very advanced. It's going to take me a while to see where everything goes, replace any parts, and to reprogram it. I'll have to take apart another device to see just how to put the master back in one piece," Lilith told them straight out as both women slumped in disappointment. "I'm sorry but the worse case scenario is two days. I'm only hoping it's not as bad as it's looking. I will try my best, and you are welcome to stay in here of course."
"We're not going back out there," Seras said, hooking thumb toward the door. "Not on your life!"
(Integra and Hugue)
They were caught. Dammit. The halls never cleared enough for them to get of the boiler room and heat in there was higher than they first thought. They were found by maintenance work coming in to check the pipe lines as they lay on the floor out cold.
They were quickly taken by some soldiers to the infirmary for heat stroke and dehydration. They had armed guards on either sides of their beds and guards out side the door.
When they awoke they were given the order not to speak to one another. Needless to say this was not a good spot to be in right now. What were they going to do? They had no weapons and as far as they knew no one from their party knew were they were there. This was not going to go well.
Not long after they had awoken did a strong built man walk into the room. He had on a nice uniform covered in metals. His hair was short and a very light blond, his eyes were an aqua green, and his face was long with high cheek bones. He looked at the captured people strapped to the beds and snorted at them.
"Good evening my name is General Vincent Heling Where are your other teammates," he asked as Integra and Hugue glared at him.
"Like we bloody know everything," Integra bit out.
"You don't know? I highly doubt that," he mused, walking up to Integra and reached under her chin.
"Don't touch her," Hugue snapped as the man looked at him, giving Integra the opportunity to bite the man's hand.
"OUCH! DANM YOU," the general yelled, shaking his bloodied hand. "Little bitch!"
"I can assure you when I get out of here I'll give you more than a hard bite," Integra growled as the high ranking man glared at her.
"I like your spark but I'm sorry to say that's not going to save you from a nice prison cell," he barked. "I want you men to leave the room. I want to talk to the prisoners alone."
"But, sir," a guard spoke.
"That was an order not a request. Out all four of you," Vincent ordered as the four guards saluted him and quickly left.
"What are you concocting," Hugue asked as the general grinned, running a hand through his hair.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," he grinned, looking at Hugue. "How about a fair trade, hm? You tell me were your friends are and I'll let you both off with a leaner sentence."
"We will not sell out any of them," Integra started. "But we also don't know where they are so we couldn't anyway."
"You keep saying that but I don't see how that's possible, seeing on how one of your friends is mind reading nosferatu named Alucard, am I right Sir Integra Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing," Vincent smirked as Integra's eyes widened and Hugue's narrowed. "I merely want to help you both. I can assure you I'm not the real enemy here."
"Like we're going to believe you," Hugue said but Vincent kept smirking. "You'll have a better chance of getting a worm to quote Shakespeare."
"You really don't have a choice I'm sorry to say and you're in no position to really do anything about it," the General stated, adjusting a rose gold ring with a gem on his finger. "I really hope you'll take me up on my offer. Like I said I'm not the enemy here I only want to help you both."
The General then left as the guards came back in and went back to their positions beside the beds. Oh as if they would ever take him up on his offer. Integra wanted to know how he knew all that stuff. A computer database perhaps? Hopefully the watchful eyes of the future Seras knew what was going and get them out of this mess.
(Crusnik and the Commander)
The two stared at each other. Both of their eyes were narrowed and they stood very tense. The Crusnik had just explained to the young commander who he really was and what was really going. The younger counterpart, however, was not buying it.
"You just expect me to believe you," the young Commander shouted, balling his hands into fists. "That you're actually me! There is not a snowball chance in hell that you could be ever be me!"
"I've given you all the proof you needed." Abel said with his arms crossed. "I need you to do what I asked you to do."
"I'm not doing anything you tell me," the smaller Abel shouted, stumping his foot on the floor. "As a courtesy for saving me I'll let you go this time."
"Geez… Thanks," the older Abel snorted, before grabbing the commander by the front of his uniform. "Now you listen and you listen well. You're going to help Lilith with the devices I told you about and you're going to do it right now!"
"As if, asshole," the Commander snapped sticking his tongue out.
Abel said nothing as he put his younger self down before balling a hand in to a fist. This was really going to hurt. He thrust a hard fist into his smaller counterpart middle, knocking him the floor before picking him back up and hit him again.
"You going to do as I say," the older Abel snapped as his younger self nodded holding his stomach as he collapsed to the ground. "Good. You already know what room they're in. When you stop feeling queasy and in less pain get moving. Oh, and one more thing…"
Abel got down on his knees and brought his lips to the young Commander's ear and whispered something in it. The young Abel's eyes widened in shock, before looking at the adult Abel.
"Why do I have to say that," he asked as his bigger counter part smiled. "It sounds stupid and I still don't believe you are me."
"Yes you do, and trust me when you see them it will make perfect sense," the older Abel said, pushing up his glasses, before standing up. "Now don't you have something to do? Also have Lilith take that bullet out of your shoulder."
"Oh, shut up," the Commander snorted, getting up and marched off in a huff.
"Now for the next bit," Abel said walking in the other direction. "Oh, boy. There's still so much to do."
(Cain and brunette Seras)
He stared at her and she scratched her head. His eye was twitching and his body was shaking. She did it again to him. Not even a full hour ago Seras was blonde and in a lab uniform and now she a brunette again in her guard uniform. Also how did she get here before him to begin with? She would have to go through walls at a break-neck pace to be in there sitting in her chair in the security room.
"Cain, sir, is something wrong," she asked, cocking her head to one side.
"When did you get here," he asked as she blinked.
"What do you mean? I've been in here for over an hour and half, sir," she said as the corners of Cain's lips twitched along with his eye.
"Zat can't be! I saw you not even 45 minute ago," he stated as another security guard cleared his throat to speak.
"Sir, the Chief speaks the truth," the guard stated. "I've been with her all this time. She hasn't left this room."
"Und I take it you didn't change your clozes or hair," Cain asked as Seras and the guard looked at him strangely.
"No, sir," Seras answered him.
Cain started laughing haphazardly at the information. That couldn't be true! He knew he saw Seras with blonde hair and in lab uniform. Either Seras was playing a cruel joke on him or he was going crazy. But he knew he wasn't crazy. He knew he saw Seras with blonde hair and in lab uniform, but then how did she change so fast and get here so quickly? However, the guard said she's been with him this whole time so…
"RRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH," Cain screamed, running out of the room pulling his hair.
Seras and the guard looked at each other oddly as if to say "What was his problem?" Cain tore down the halls screaming. He cut in front of Alucard and Walter leaving them a little bewildered as to what was that thing. He nearly ran into ran into the older version of his twin, leaving the Crusnik standing dumbfounded, wondering just when was it that his brother truly did go mad after seeing this little out burst.
Cain continued down to his barrack and quickly hid himself under his bed covers, shaking. This whole, whatever it was, wasn't right. Not at all! How did Seras move that fast and how did she keep changing like that? It defied everything rational in his mind. Unless there were two of them? No, no, no! That was totally impossible! There was no way on this miserable planet that there could be two of them!
His head was hurting, trying to figure out this confusing situation that was terrorizing him so severely. If only there was some way that he could prove that Seras was torturing him somehow. Then an idea stuck him.
"I'll take a picture! Zat'll prove zat I'm not crazy," Cain said, tossing off the covers and grabbed a digital camera and a new memory card. "Now Seras von't be able to pull zat joke on me any longer!"
(Commander Abel Nightlord)
The 10 year old walked down the hall heading towards the room where his so-called older self said Lilith was. Not that he believed that the man was really his older self. Okay maybe that creep knew a lot about him and had the same scares but what's to say he didn't make the wounds himself to mimic his.
He cut a corner to see a group of three people he had seen earlier that morning. They were William's—no his older counterpart's teammates. The three he was told about at the last minute what do when he saw them. He got a look at the dopey looking man riding on the back of an auburn haired man and fully understood what his older self meant now. Actually this was going to be a bit cruel but right up his alley.
Abel walked right up to the large blond man and looked right him as the blond male reached into his coat for what was weapon no doubt. But Abel just smiled and laughed just a little.
"How's your mummy," Abel said as Anderson looked at him oddly.
"What about me mum," Anderson said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Think about it," Abel mused. "Your mummy."
Anderson, Tres, and Maxwell looked at him not quite sure what he meant. Anderson chewed on that for a moment or two before he noticed the young Abel kept shifting his eyes toward the drugged, bandaged Maxwell. Then it hit him and a wide smirk slid across his face.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA," Anderson bellowed as Abel smirked. "He be just fine, wee lad! AHAHAHA!"
"Glad to hear it," Abel said, walking past a laughing Anderson and down the hall. Geez that was a scream! That man not only looks like one but he so drugged he acts like one too! Hahahaha! What a riot that was!
Abel found the door and knocked on it as he heard people with hushed voices and the sounds of hurried footsteps with some thumping sounds. What was going on in there?
"Who's there," Lilith called out from the other side of the door.
"It's me," Abel said as he heard someone walk toward the door and it open. "What's going on in there?"
"Nothing at all," Lilith said but Abel wasn't buying. "So, what do you want, Abel?"
"I want inside that's what," he said, opening the door only to have Lilith step out and closed the door behind her blocking his path. "What are you doing?"
"Now's not a good time," Lilith said, looking nervous as Abel sighed. "Perhaps a little later."
"No, now," Abel snorted, glaring at her. "Let me in, Lilith!"
"Abel, please, not now I'm very busy," Lilith said but Abel pulled her away from the door and opened it. "Abel! Wait!"
"What? It's just you and Seras," he said hooking a thumb toward the blonde Seras who was in the room. "I need you to do a favor for me."
"Like what," Lilith asked as Abel walked into the room and sat down beside the time devices. "Please don't touch those!"
"I'm not and also if you haven't noticed I'm covered in my own blood here," he snorted. "I've got bullet in my shoulder."
"Then why didn't you go down to the infirmary," Seras asked.
"Please, they're so backlogged with all the other severely wounded soldiers and guards I would be one of the last people they'll see," Abel stated. "Besides I'm sure Lilith can get a bullet of me."
"I'll have to get some supplies first," Lilith said, walking out of the room, closing the door.
"So, what are these," Abel asked, pointing at the odd devices, although he already knew, he was just playing dumb like ordered.
"Um, they're—they're…" Seras couldn't think of anything.
"You don't know," Abel said, looking over both of the open devices. "This chip looks like it goes here."
Able picked up a small chip off the table and put it in place on the motherboard. Seras bit her nails slightly. She wished Lilith would hurry up. She trusted the older version of Abel not the younger Abel. The young Abel made her feel uncomfortable.
AAAAH-CHOOOO! THUMP!
"What was that," Abel asked as Seras jumped to stand in front of a cabinet just under the counter.
"What was what," Seras asked, playing dumb.
"I heard a sneeze and it sounded like something moved in the cupboard," He said as Seras smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, that was me! I-I sneezed and my foot hit the cabinet door. Nothing to worry about," she grinned but Abel wasn't buying it. Asta, I'm going to kill you for this!
"Move," Abel ordered as Seras slowly moved to the side.
Abel reached for the handle and opened the door. His blue eyes met yellow. How in the world did they stuff a woman that tall into such a little space was beyond him.
"Get out," Abel ordered as Asta slowly squirmed her way out of the small space. "What were you doing in the cabinet?"
"Uh… I was just…" Asta mumbled, standing up as Abel grunted at her.
"Hiding, right," Abel snorted, crossing his arms. "I don't know why I even asked that stupid question. Both of you sit down."
Both vampires quickly took a seat as did Abel. He turned back to the time devices on the counter and studied the properly functioning device before looking at the damaged one. He careful put another very small chip on the motherboard, using a pair of tweezers. Lilith came in a moment later with the antiseptic, bandages, and few other medical tools.
"I told you not to touch that, Abel," Lilith said, setting everything down on another counter. "Please don't mess with it!"
"Why? Between the two of us it will only take us 2 hours max," Abel said as Asta's and Seras' eyes widened. "Besides these two look like they're in a hurry to go somewhere."
"Alright, fine," Lilith sighed. "Come over here and take off your top. I've got to be able to see what I'm looking at of course."
"Fine," Abel said, taking off his top as walked over and sat down beside Lilith.
"This is going to hurt. I couldn't get clearance of any pain kills," She said, taking a pair forceps. "So this is really going to hurt. Please try not to move."
Abel swallowed. Oh, this was not going to be. Lilith would first have to removed the pieces of burnt fabric that was stuck around the edge of the wound. This was going to be a long evening.
(A/N Finally I know it took me forever to update, sorry. We're getting towards the end of the Misadventure arc so I hope you enjoy this. Review if you want.)
Millie M. Banshee