The Lost Priest
Chapter 16
A Misadventure Pt 5: In the End
(A/N Yes, this final chapter of the Misadventure arc. Just the arc not to the story. I hope you enjoy.)
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
(Father Abel Nightroad)
Okay, he was almost done. He got Lilith and his younger counterpart to help fix the time devices. He also saved his younger self from dying far too early in life. Most everything he was doing was what he remembered as a child. There was still a small bit to do before they could leave.
If his memory serves him right he would get captured but how he didn't know but it would get him to Integra and Hugue, however. So, he might as well hurry and find the guards or soldiers and get arrested. But for once something odd happened.
"There's not a soldier anywhere in the area," Abel moaned, walking down the quite halls. "Better go find some then."
Abel walked to an elevator and hit the up button. He waited a moment or two before it reached the floor he was on. The doors opened and to his surprise there were 6 soldiers in the cabin. Well, he really didn't have to go looking from them after all. As usual they came on their own.
"Don't move, mate," one of the soldier said, holding his gun at Abel. "Get down on the floor!"
Abel said nothing; he just got down the floor, spread his legs, and put his hands on the back of his head. The soldiers quickly patted him down for any weapons or any other items he might be carrying. They found his revolver and took it from him. They quickly cuffed him and yanked him into the cabin. The cabin was small to begin with 6 fully armed men, but adding Abel didn't make it any better for anyone.
"You're on my foot," one soldier drawled as Abel quickly moved his foot.
"And someone's gun is poking me in the rear," Abel said, looking at one of the men behind him.
"That's not my gun—exactly," another soldier said as Abel jumped with a disturbed look. "Sorry."
"There's a little too much male contact in here," Abel grumbled.
"I don't mind it," another soldier grinned as the 6 other passengers migrated to one side of the cabin. "I'm just joking, you guys! C'mon now! It was a joke!"
I haven't been crammed on an elevator with this many men, since that incident back at the Vatican, when Tres accidentally malfunctioned, and every priest in the area crammed into the elevator to get away from him, Abel recalled, cringing a little at the memory. Only to have the elevator stall for 2 hours with 11 of us packaged in there like sardines. What's worse one of them had gas.
Finally, after 5 floors, going up, the doors opened and everyone stepped out putting some space between one another. Abel was escorted by two soldiers to a dark room and left there. Somehow he was getting a bad feeling of déjà vu. He found a chair and sat down, finally getting a real chance to rest. It must be getting close to 7 in the evening Abel guessed.
He waited for about 20 minutes before someone entered the room. He remembered this guy from when he was a kid. He used to own Monty the python before Abel killed him, out of fear one night, when he woke with the snake in bed with him. Good old General Vincent Oswald Heling plus two guards at his side walked in and then promptly closed the door.
"Good evening," Vincent said as Abel smiled at him. "I'm General Vincent Heling. I'm sure you know why you're here, so let's start out with a simple question shall we. What's your name?"
"Abel Nightroad," he replied at the General raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong, sir?"
"Abel Nightroad, you say? Strange name. We have a young commander here named Abel Nightlord," The General snorted. "Odd how your names are so much alike, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, isn't that just the weirdest thing," Abel grinned as the general glared at him. "What an odd turn of events I must say."
"I don't like the cutesy act, Nightroad," the General barked as Abel's face quickly fell. "Now I want to know what you and your companions are doing here."
"We got lost that's the whole story," Abel said, flatly.
"'Lost?' What a joke! You can't just get 'lost' here," Vincent snorted, crossing his arms. "Now I'll ask you again. How did you get here?"
"We got lost. That's the truth," Abel said as the general let out a long breath.
"But you felt the need to knock out some of the personal to take their identity? Now why would you do that if you were just lost," he asked getting a little agitated. "Also the fact that you were all armed and you killed a large number of people."
"We had our reasons," Abel stated. "Reasons I do not wish to relay to you, sir."
"Are you aware we have a one Integra Hellsing and one man, only calling himself Hugue in our custody," Vincent asked as Abel looked very serious. "They refuse to tell me where the rest of your group is located. I'm hoping you will be a lot more corporative. You tell me all you know about where they are and I'll let you off with a lighter sentence."
"Let me guess you did the same with Hugue and Integra and they didn't bite," Abel snorted. "Well, I'm not either. I'm not telling you anything I know!"
"Is that so? This looks like a nice bite to me," he said, holding up the hand Integra latched onto. "She's been hanging out with vampires for a little too long, I think."
"Ooh, vicious little minx, isn't she," Abel smirked as the general glared at him harder. "Well, what else do you think you can get out of me?"
"Hm… You have a bit of a cocky attitude," Vincent said, standing up and walked over to Abel. "I don't like cocky snots such as yourself."
"What are you going to do about it, General," Abel mused as the general snarled a bit. "Hit me? Slam me against the wall? Throw me to the ground, perhaps?"
"Hmph," Vincent huffed as a larger more devilish smirk slid across Abel's face.
He hated that smirk and the way his blue eyes bore into him. That was the way Nightlord always looked at him. Cold and cruel eyes that just screamed with pure loathing. That smirk always cut across his face like a knife cutting flesh, and it seemed to curl at the corner of his mouth. If he didn't know any better he was looking at what the young Commander was going to become. He was a perfect match from the color of his eyes and hair to his long gangly body and pale complexion.
"What's the matter, General," Abel asked as Vincent balled his hands into fists. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
"Yeah, that damn smirk of yours, bastard," Vincent barked, grabbing Abel by the front of his shirt and slapped him across the lips with all his might. "One more word out of you and I'll have these guards kill you here and now! Understand?"
Abel didn't respond he just looked down and away. His lips bled a little from scrapping his own teeth after that hit. He knew that look always got under the general's skin and 9 times out 10 it always ended with a punch or hit to some part of his body. The general stomped back over to the guards.
"Take him down to the cell with his friends," General Heling snapped as the guards saluted him and quickly grabbed hold of Abel. "If he tries anything or talks shoot him."
"Come along," one of the guards said, pulling Abel out of the chair and escorted him out of the room.
(Lilith, little Abel, Asta, and Seras)
"Seras, can you go get some more copper wires? They look like this," Abel said, handing the small piece of wire to Seras. "You should find some down this hall. The 6th door on the left."
"Right," Seras said, turning on her heel, walked out of the room, and closed the door. "6th door on the right? No, he said left. Left. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and finally 6. I hope this is the correct one."
"Seras," someone said from behind her.
"Yes," she said, turning around at got flashed by a camera. "Hey! My eyes!"
"You von't get very far vith your joke anymore, Seras Victoria," Cain said, quickly running down the hall away from a dumbstruck Seras.
"What is his problem," Seras moaned, rubbing her eyes after nearly getting blinded from the camera flash. "Damn, now I've got spots before my eyes."
Seras continued to rub her eyes as she walked into the computer storage room. Her eyes finally cleared enough to find a small box of wires that matched the wire in her hand. She then walked out and closed the door. She walked back to the room where the others were and set the box of wires down on the counter.
"What kept you," Abel asked, opening the box.
"No offence to you but your bother is weird," Seras said, sitting down beside Asta.
"He gets really weird when he's older," Asta whispered in Seras' ear.
"Weird? How weird," Abel said, not even looking at her a he continued to work beside Lilith.
"He came up behind me, called out my name, and then took a picture," Seras said as Abel and Lilith both looked at her oddly. "He then took off down the hall screaming and I quote 'You won't get very far with your joke anymore, Seras Victoria!' But I don't have the slightest clue about what he meant by that."
"Ooookay," Lilith said wide eyed as Abel looked at the vampiress dumbfounded.
(Integra and Hugue)
Integra and Hugue had been put in a small cell with only one window, which was on the sliding door. They had been put in their after they were "fit enough" to leave the infirmary. What a day! This was turning out to be. It was Hell on greased wheels.
People would walk by their cell constantly, but this time some of them stopped and the door opened. Integra and Hugue looked at a guard before he stepped to the side as the other guard shoved Abel inside, sending him to the floor. The door quickly closed and locked.
"Well, if it isn't Abel," Hugue said, stepping on Abel's back quite hard with his hands still cuffed behind his own back. "I hope you realize this isn't helping us patch up our relationship, Crusnik."
"I'm avare of dat," Abel said, talking a little funny as Hugue got off him and he sat up.
"What's wrong with your mouth," Integra asked, looking at Abel's swollen lips. "Get slugged?"
"Sumping tike dat," Abel said, standing up. "I've ah subrize fer yah."
Abel opened his lips into an odd grin, letting a small silver object slide out of his mouth, only to have it hang from teeth by a small loop. Hugue and Integra looked at the small key hanging out of Abel's mouth, wide eyed.
"Ta-da," Abel chirped.
"Give it here," Hugue said, turning around so Abel could drop the key into his hand. "Gross. It's all wet."
"It's been sitting in my mouth for the last 7 minutes," Abel said as Hugue worked at the locks on his handcuffs. "What more do you want?"
Hugue snorted at him, getting his hands out of the handcuffs before unlocking Integra's. Abel turned around to get his cuffs taken off, but Hugue just stared at him before pocketing the key.
"Hey, c'mon," Abel whimpered. "Get me out of these things!"
"Get out of them off yourself, Abel," Hugue grunted as Abel moped. "For the record I blame this on you."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'll admit that was my bad, now please get me out of these cuffs," Abel whined, flapping his arms up and down behind his back. "Pretty please with 13 lumps of sugar on top!"
"Hugue, just do it," Integra groaned rubbing her wrists. "So, it'll shut him his whining."
"What she said," Abel grinned. "Please, Hugue! Pretty, pretty, please!"
"Stop whining," Hugue snapped, finally unlocking Abel's cuffs.
"Thank you," Abel grinned as Hugue groaned.
"Well, now what do we do," Integra asked, looking at Abel rub his wrists. "Father Abel, what do we do?"
"We wait," Abel sighed, sitting down.
"'We wait?' Now hold on! You get captured, then you get tossed in here with us, and all you did was bring us a key that you stole," Integra bit out.
"Actually that key was handed to me the moment I got slapped in the mouth. I guess I'll always rub that guy the wrong way," Abel grinned as Integra and Hugue cocked their eyebrows and Abel pulled something out of his shirt pocket. "WOW! But, hey, at least General Heling was also nice enough to give me this nice keycard. It bypasses every lock in the base. Only generals and royal family members get these keycards."
Hugue and Integra stared at him with their mouths hung a little slack. That bastard handed Abel a master keycard? What the hell was going on?
"I wonder why he did that," Abel said, looking the card up and down. "I've only seen these once or twice when I was younger. Never thought I'd get my hands on one."
"Hold on! You're actually telling us that asshole just gave you a master keycard," Hugue said with a little surprise in his voice. "Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," Abel mused, putting the keycard back in his shirt pocket. "Though I must say I wonder about that myself."
(Future Seras)
Her assistant left about 5 minutes ago in a hurry. His wife was expecting a baby and it had come 3 days too early. Now this was her chance she was waiting for. She scanned the screens for the remaining two groups. She found them quickly enough. She quickly secured the line on an intercom near Tres, Alexander, and Enrico.
"Tres! Father Tres, over here," Seras said, quietly into the mike. "Hurry!"
Tres, still carrying Maxwell, walked over the intercom and looked down at it. Anderson soon followed.
"Identify yourself," Tres said.
"I'm hurt! How could you forget my voice already," Seras pouted, crossing her arms. "It's me Seras. Listen to me carefully. Integra, Hugue, and Abel are down in the prisoner cells. That's 7 levels down from your position. I need you to get down there and help clear the area. I have the key. They're in cell C66. Security is going to be tight."
"Understood," Tres nodded.
"Ah've got ea question for ye, wee lassie," Anderson spoke up. "We ran into ea man earlier wit' blond hair. He just handed us this card righ' 'ere. He said nothin' and walked off. Ye got any idea wha' it may be, lassie?"
"I can't make it out on the screen from that distance. You're going to have to being it towards the camera," She said as Anderson looked for the camera. "Look up to your left for something like looks like fire alarm."
"Ah, see it," Anderson said, walked over to and it held the card up. "Well, wha' be it?"
"WHO THAT HELL GAVE YOU THAT KEYCARD," Seras shrieked, starling them. "THAT CARD IS STRICTLY FOR GENERALS AND THE ROYAL FAMILY!"
"Ye don't say," Anderson smirked. "So, this would be ea special card ah take it."
"Yes, it works every single lock here. It's a master keycard," Seras chocked out. "You said some man just handed it to you?"
"Aye, tha' ah did," Anderson answered. "He was tall, well built. His hair pale blond, it was. Face long wit' high cheek bones 'n' he had blue/green eyes."
"No way! That sounds like General Heling," Seras said in surprise. "Are you sure you've got the right guy? General Heling is very loyal to the UN and to Great Britain. He would never give anyone, especially an intruder, a master keycard."
"Ah tellin' ye the truth, wee lassie," Anderson said.
"Positive. A man fitting that description did hand Father Anderson the master keycard," Tres confirmed as Seras slumped down in her seat and slid a hand down her face.
"Understood. Now hurry. Remember it's 7 levels down. Cell C66," Seras said into the mike.
They quickly hurried down the hall and out the camera's view. That was group one now for group number two. They were on this floor so she was would accompany Alucard and Walter herself. She quickly grabbed her coat and walked out the door and started down the hall only to get flashed with a camera blinding her for a moment.
"Cain, sir, what is the meaning of this," she bit out, rubbing her eyes only to hear Cain run off down the hall laughing. "He's not right, I swear, and he only got worse as an adult."
Seras quickly picked up her pace and followed the smell of blood and gunpowder. Sure enough there they were. She quickly ran to them.
"Alucard, Walter, let's get moving. We have to go 6 levels down to the prisoner cells," Seras said as Alucard and Walter looked her oddly. "Abel, Integra, and Hugue are in cell C66. Tres and his party are already headed down to clear the air some. I have the key that will unlock the cell. I'm going to need some cover think you can do that?"
"Hahaha! You'll forgive me, Police Girl, but you barking orders to me is still a little awkward to listen to," Alucard mused, pushing up his glasses. "Now before the dear android has all the fun let's get moving."
"Miss Victoria, I must ask, won't you get in trouble for help us," Walter asked, following her and Alucard down the hall towards and elevator.
"Most likely but I'll just leave as soon as this whole fiasco is finished," Seras said, leading them to an elevator. "I already have everything planned. Once you all have left here safely I will make my escape. I know where I'll be going and they won't be able to find me. The elevators are just around the corner."
(Tres, Anderson, and Maxwell)
Tres stuffed a dopy but angry Maxwell into a utility closet to get keep him save. Maxwell couldn't run or walk nor could her fire a gun in his state doped or not. He was therefore useless and a burden. Maxwell would only get injured, killed, slow them down, or cause them to get injured or killed (broken in Tres's terminology).
Anderson held up the keycard as he looked at the door that led into the prison. He walked over to the lock and slid the key down. There was a buzz as the door slid open. Four guards turned to see them standing in the door way. Well, here it goes.
"Ye ready fer dis, Gunslinger," Anderson asked, pulling out two of his blades as he looked at the android out of the corner of his eye.
"Positive," Tres nodded, holding out his guns. "As ordered we will clear the area to allow Seras Victoria to release Integra, Abel, and Hugue from their cell."
"Then let's get tae it," Anderson smirked picking up speed with Tres beside him.
The two quickly started taking down the armed men as they came at them. This was the thickest group of guards and soldiers yet. Seras was right about it being real tight in the holding cells, but it was nothing that they couldn't handle. They had to clear a path for her and that what they were doing.
Soon they heard gunfire come from behind them as the bullets hit the guards and soldiers before them. They turned around to see Seras, Alucard, and Walter hurried toward them. It sure didn't take them very long to get down there. Seras was in the lead with Alucard and Walter giving her some cover, not that she wasn't taking down some of the armed men herself with a nice sized riffle.
"You didn't think we let you have all the fun down here," Alucard smirked looking at Anderson.
"O' course not, ye monster," Anderson sneered, cutting a man in half. "Just lightened the load fer ye, is all."
"Not to interrupt your chat, gentlemen, but we are still in the middle of a battle," Walter broken in as he dodged a bullet before wrapping a wire around a man's neck and cut his head clean off.
"True enough," Alucard said, fire his gun as soldier that was taking aim at Seras. "Keep moving, Police Girl. Get them out of there! We've got everything covered!"
"Right," Seras nodded, knocking some men out of the way as she went. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
(Integra, Hugue, and Abel)
The three of them were huddled around the small window trying to see what was going on out there. They could hear all manner of yells, screams, and gunfire going on out there just out of their sight.
"What' the devil is going on out there," Integra bit out, trying to see what was going on. "I can't see a bloody thing!"
"Well, I do believe Seras has brought the advanced guard," Abel grinned. "She'll get us out of here! Give her a moment or two."
"She better hurry," Hugue grumbled, crossing his arms.
"She's got to make it through a tough crowd so keep your pants on," Abel said, turning to look at him. "Oh! Oh, here she comes!"
"You guys all right in there," She asked looking through the small window at him.
"We're fine. Hurry and get us out of here," Integra ordered to the brunette.
"Coming right up," Seras said, sliding the card down the electronic lock.
There was a buzz, signaling the door was unlocked. Seras quickly pulled the door open and let them out.
"Please tell me you brought us some weapons," Hugue asked, looking at Seras take on a look that just said 'I totally forgot.'
"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly as they glared at her.
"SERAS!" They all yelled.
"I'm really sorry," She backed up a step or two with a guilty look on her face.
"Wha' be keepin' ye," Anderson asked, cutting two men's heads off. "We ain't got all day ya know!"
"Area cleared," Tres announced, fire off one last round, walking up to Seras and the others.
"Sir Integra, are you hurt," Walter asked,
"I'm fine, Walter," Integra nodded. "Well, Abel, Seras what's next?"
"That a good question, Sir Hellsing," a familiar voice announced. "What ARE you going to do now, hmm?"
They all saw General Vincent Oswald Heling standing before them. He had a large grin on his face as he glared at them and they glared back. Alucard smirked with a certain knowing of something as he looked at the general. Oh, this was going to be good.
"What do you want," Hugue snapped.
"That's also a very good question, Hugue," Vincent said, walking towards them with a rather familiar long walking stick. "What are you going to do and what do I want? Both are very good questions I would like to address."
"I'm sure you would," Seras barked, aiming her gun at him.
"Now, now, Police Girl is that anyway at all to speak to me," Vincent said, stopping in his tracts. "And holding gun up at a superior officer no less."
"I'll speak and do as I damn well please," she barked. "I don't know what you're game is but it stops here!"
"'Game?' You think I'm playing some sort of game," The General blinked. "Pray tell what sort of game am I suppose to be playing?"
"Why did you give Anderson that master keycard," Seras snapped. "Is it bugged? Programmed to tell the guards and soldiers where their exact location is by which door they open?"
"Clever idea but no," Vincent sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I had my own reasons why I gave them that card."
"Wait a minute! Hold the phone," Abel said, pushing the gun in Seras's hand down. "You knew about this in advance, didn't you? You knew Anderson and Tres would be the first down here."
"Perhaps," Vincent smirked. "Perhaps, I know quite a bit more than you think—Nightlord. Or is Crusnik now?"
Abel took a step back in surprise. His eyes wide with surprise along with the others around him. How on God's green Earth did he know that? Seras looked just as clueless as he did. He never remembered the general knowing anything about this when he was a child. Something wasn't adding up. He knew far too much information.
"Just who are you," Integra asked, looking at Vincent. "How do you know all this?"
"First, I believe these are yours," He said, throwing three object out in front him to the floor. "Go on, now. Take them. I have no use for them."
Two guns and the staff he had been walking with were now resting on the bloodied floor. They looked at the objects and then back at him. One gun was Abel's and the other was Integra's, and of course the staff belonged to Hugue.
"Why do you give us our weapons back," Hugue grumbled walking forward, picking his staff at the two hand guns. "And stop beating around the bush. We want strait answers this time."
"Very well I'll disclose a few details then. To answer your first question I believe you need to go 4 levels up. The rest of your party is there if I'm correct." He grinned. "The second question is that I only want to help you. Like I said I'm not your enemy. Third I knew you'd be needing your weapons back because I know how absentminded Seras can be at times."
"Thanks a lot," Seras grumbled.
"Tha' still doesn' answer why ye knew who would be down 'ere first 'n' all tha' stuff about Abel, nae does it," Anderson asked, glaring at Vincent.
"That is something I can not disclose," Vincent said, crossing his arms. "But I believe your grinning vamp in red knows something about that."
Alucard just chuckled as everyone look at him now. Oh, yes, he knew how and why General Heling knew everything but he wasn't about to disclose it to his comrades. It would spoil a good bit of fun.
"Oh, how right you are," Alucard chuckled. "I know quit a bit out about but I'll keep it quiet. Hahaha…"
"Alucard," Integra growled.
"Sorry, it is a bit of secret," Alucard grinned, putting up to his lips. "Can't tell ya."
"I don't wish to keep you here any longer," Vincent said, stepping the side. "You've got to leave here. So, I suggest that you hurry."
"What's to say you don't have trap waiting for us," Walter said, looking at Heling.
"I don't think he does," Abel said, walking up to Vincent. "I take there is a reason why you gave me my own master keycard as well?"
"Yes," Vincent said. "Because if dear Anderson will check his pocket he will notice his card has gone missing somewhere in the pile of corpses."
Anderson reached into his pock to discover the card was indeed gone.
"So I'm not the only that loses stuff," Abel laughed before getting hit the back of the head by Anderson. "OWWW!"
"Hurry now," Vincent said as the group ran passed him in a hurry, readjusting his rose gold ring "Good luck to you all. And goodbye great-grandmother."
They quickly hurried up the elevator but Tres had to come back down to pick up Maxwell who was still hiding out in the utility closet. Even the android forgot about him. Now that everyone was together Seras made a sudden stop a door and opened it.
"Seras, we don't have time," Integra said, roughly.
"Hold on," Seras replied. "I just need to get something out of here. Ah, here it is. Abel, I believe these are yours."
She handed him three jewelry boxes. He had left them in his luggage back at the manor just as this whole mess started. He had forgotten about them. The two rings and necklace Alucard had bought for him to give to the Cardinal, the Queen, and the Empress. Had she kept them all this time?
"You left these at the manor a long time ago," she replied, closing the door back. "I knew you would like to have them back."
"Thanks," Abel nodded as the group started running again.
"Door," Tres said.
"We can see that, thank you," Walter groaned.
"And I have the key," Abel smiled, sliding the card through the lock. "Beats having to punch in the codes, doesn't it?"
The door opened and they quickly ran through down another hallway. They could not wait until this was over and done with that was for sure. They just wanted to get the hell out this hellhole.
(Lilith, young Abel, Seras, and Asta)
"We're all done," Lilith spoke, slipping the cover back on and started to tighten the screws back in. "Everything is reprogrammed, repaired, and ready to go."
"Finally," Asta groaned.
"Thank you so much," Seras said, looking at Lilith and Abel.
"Yeah, whatever," Abel snorted, getting off the stool and brushed the broken wires and other debris from his uniform. "What a pain the neck."
"Well, soooorry, your highness," Asta drawled. "You didn't have to help."
"I wanted you lot out of here ASAP so the only way was to help you out," the commander huffed, crossing his arms. "Now all we need is your friends to hurry up and get here."
"True, perhaps we should look for them," Lilith spoke up.
"No, need their running down the hall," Seras said, hearing them coming closer by the second. "Better open the door."
Abel walked to the door and pushed it open only to hear a small shriek from skidding shoes before hearing someone hit the back side of the door, and then something fall to floor. The young commander peeked around the door to see his older counterpart down on his back holding his bleeding nose laying on top of Alucard who was laughing his head off along with everyone else except Tres. Of course the young commander couldn't resist the laugh either.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA," young Abel laughed, pointing at his older self and Alucard before doubling over rolling on the floor. "AHAHAHAHEHEHEHE! I DON'T CARE YOU ARE SNORT THAT'S FUNNY RIGHT HERE! HEHEHEHEHAHAHA!"
The others in the room came out to see what was soon was funny to find the Crusnik still on top of Alucard. They started laughing too. Abel quickly got up followed by Alucard.
"Nice catch by the way," the crusnik, snickered looking at Alucard.
"I did try my best," Alucard answered back.
"You hmhmhm… AHEM! You two can continue laughing about this later," Hugue said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Let's just get out of here."
The group quickly headed into the room, closed the door behind them, and locked it. This was finally it. They were getting out of this mess once and for all. Lilith quickly handed the devices to them and handed the master control back to Abel.
"Don't drop it this time," Hugue bit out.
"I'll keep a firm grip on it," Abel said with a smile. "Everyone huddle around. We need to be as close together as possible."
"Oh, joy," Maxwell grumbled as he sat on Tres's back.
"Oh, shut up," Integra barked.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye then," the brunette Seras said, looking at them. "It was nice you all again."
"Well, you leave already," the commander bit out.
"No, I think we'll stay a couple more days just to piss you off," Asta laughed, be the commander glared at her.
"Bye," Abel waved at Lilith.
"Farewell," Lilith waved to him as Abel hit the button and they were gone. Good luck, all of you.
A bright light surrounded them as they traveled at a quick pace. Their heads were hurting and they began to feel weak again. They collapsed to a hard surface completely out cold. They never heard the people surround them and pick them up off the floor. Each one of them were put on a stretcher and carted out of the room.
"They finally made it back," a little girl said, watching them being carted out of the room. "And they brought company as well."
"What should we do," an old redhead girl asked.
"The servants will tend to them," the young girl replied.
"They look like they've then through hell and back," A blond much older woman spoke.
"They'll tell us all about it when they feel like talking," the little girl spoke again. "And I'm sure they'll have quite a story to tell."
(Young Abel and young Cain)
The young commander yawned as he walked back to his room. What a day it was. Indeed all he needed now was a long hot shower and a lot of sleep. He reached his barrack door only to get slammed into it.
"Abel, you have t look at zis," Cain said, shoving a camera in Abel's face.
"Cain, not now, please," Abel groaned. "I'm very tired. How about in the morning?"
"No, no, you have ta zee zis," Cain exclaimed, scaring his twin a little. "I knew Seras vas playing a cruel joke on me! I have it right here on ze camera! She vas trying to make me zink zat she vas alvays a blonde or alvays a brunette vell zis proves she's vas trying to trick me up! I bet she vas vearing a vig. Zat's how her hair kept changing!"
Abel took the camera from him and flipped through the only two pictures on the camera. He just flipped back and forth as Cain waited with baited breath to see what Abel thought about them.
"Great pictures of a door and hallway but there's no Seras anywhere on this camera," Abel said, handing it back to him to a mortified Cain. "Are you doing drugs or something, because if you are, you should know that the next test is two days from now."
"I'm not on anyzing, Abel," Cain snapped, looking at the pictures himself. "I know I have her in zese pictures. She should be blonde und in ze lab coat here by ze door und here she should be brunette und in ze guard uniform in ze hall."
"Are you sure you haven't taken anything," Abel insisted. I'm not about to tell you truth. Then you'd really go crazy.
"Damn it, Abel, I'm not on anyzing," Cain snapped.
"Well, if you did take two pictures of her then you missed because she's not in either of them," Abel said, patting Cain on the shoulder before he crumbled to the ground. "Cain, get up. NOW!"
"But, but, but, but, but, I-I know I had her in z-ze viewfinder," Cain said, starting the shake. "Sh-she looked right at m-me vhen I called out t-to her."
"Cain, get up," Abel said, picking his brother off the floor. "Let's get you to bed and give me that camera."
Abel took the camera from Cain's hands and walked him down to his barrack and sat him down on his bed. He took off Cain's shoes before laying him down and covering him up with the sheets. He sighed as he closed the door and walked back to his room.
"Cain must have had really bad aim to not get either of them on it," Abel said, setting the camera down on a table. "Honestly. Really bad aim."
Abel just decided to skip the shower and go straight to bed. He was not in the mood anymore. He just wanted to sleep. He kicked off his shoes and curled into bed. Finally some peace and quiet.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Go away," Abel bit out, coving his head with a pillow. "I'm trying to sleep here!"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Abel grumbled as he got out of bed and opened door and stared a grinning blond boy.
"Goodnight, Cain," Abel said, trying to close the door but Cain put his foot in the way. "Cain, go to bed already and leave me alone."
"Can I spend ze night vith you," Cain pleaded. "I'm just a little nervous about to day vith Seras und all."
"Uh, no, go to your own room," Abel snorted, crossing his arms. "You're 10 and on top of that you're older than me."
"Only by 8 months," Cain added.
"Goodbye, Cain," Abel huffed, nudging Cain's foot back out the door and quickly closed.
"Please just one night, Abel."
"Go away, Cain."
"Please, please, please, please!"
"No, no, no, no."
"Let me in or I'll start doing zat zing you hate so much."
"I'm not letting you in. I'll just turn on the radio and drown you out."
"So, be it. I KNOW A SONG ZAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG ZAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES UND ZIS IS HOW IT GOES! I KNOW A SONG ZAT GETS ON EVERY BODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG ZAT GETS ON—"
"GODDAMN IT, ABEL, LET YOUR BROTHER IN SO WE CAN GET SOME SLEEP!" Heling yelled, from down the hall accompanied by a few other angry voices over Cain. "JUST SHUT HIM UP!"
"SHUT UP OUT THERE!"
"STOP THAT HIDEOUS SINGING!"
"DAMN, I HATE THAT SONG! LET HIM IN ALREADY!"
"FOR ALL THINGS GOOD ON THIS GREEN EARTH JUST LET HIM IN!"
"FIIIIIIIIIINE," Abel bellowed, opening the door and pulled his singing brother inside his room. "I hate you for this!"
"You say zat but you don't mean it," Cain grinned.
"Shut the hell up already!"
(A/N Yes it's the end of the misadventures. At along last! Yes, now let's see what happens next. I have new story out called: Who you gonna call? It's trinity blood and I actually make fun of every scary that I know about. Like Ghostbusters, The Haunted, House on Haunted Hill, and etc. It funny and will only get funny later on. Read it if you wish.)
Millie M. Banshee