The Holy Trinity: The Origins of Team Iscariot
Chapter Two: The Amityville Horror
By Detective Ryoshi
18:25, NOVEMBER 14TH 1974, AMITYVILLE, LONG ISLAND, AMERICA.
Anderson was overflowed with relief. After his confession to Heinkel and Yumiko, he felt as if a great burden had been lifted off of his chest. He felt even better knowing how accepting Heinkel and Yumiko were of his feelings. But still, he remembered that this was their first mission. They all had to be careful and not get to sentimental. Anderson wasn't too worried though. Section 13 had specifically assigned an easy, but no to easy task for them, as was custom to all new recruits. They're going to be fine, thought Anderson, but that's no excuse to let our guard down.
The trio stealthily wandered the suburban house. They were patiently listening to the odd sounds of moaning and panting. Heinkel realized they were emanating from the second floor of the house. She gestured that all three of them should swiftly move up the stairs. When they all had reached the staircase, they found a stream of blood trickling down the steps. They all looked at each other with a feel of certainness. Their target had been spotted. They zoomed up the stairs and right next to the door of the bedroom, not making a sound. Anderson peered into the room. There he saw Defeo Jr., chugging blood of his older sister's torn neck. He had look of glee in his eyes, and his long, gleaming brown hair had been soiled with dark, muddy blood. His fang-filled mouth was smiling for ear to ear. Anderson turned back to Heinkel and Yumiko, leaning against the wall.
"E's all yers," Anderson smiled, "remember what ae taught yah. Make this quick, but not painless."
The two new recruits smiled and nodded. Heinkel raised her pistols and cocked them. Yumiko calmly took off her glasses, and had her messy brown hair cover her eyes. She meditated for a bit, and then a maniacal smile spread over her face. She unsheathed her katana, Yumie had awakened.
The two burst into Defeo Jr.'s room, screeching and howling. The long-haired vampire was cut down and removed from his sister's corpse by Heinkel's bullet hail. He moaned in pain. He felt the holiness of the bullets searing his flesh deep within the bullet holes. Yumie sprinted towards Defeo Jr., who was lying on the floor, bleeding out. "Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill!" she was roaring in Japanese. With a flick of her wrist, Defeo Jr.'s head had been removed. It was sent sailing out of the room, a thick tail of blood following it. Heinkel then shoved her hand through Defeo Jr.'s chest, and pulled out a glowing, beating heart. She pointed her pistol directly at it, and pulled the trigger three times. As smoke poured gracefully out of the ruptured organ, Heinkel daintily let it drop, its ruby-red hue disappearing slowly. The threat was neutralized. Yumie and Heinkel looked back at the doorway to the bedroom, where they found Anderson had just re-entered. He returned from searching the entire house.
"They're dead…" Anderson repeated Section 13's information solemnly, "Every single one of that Ronald lad's family has been butchered. I've just returned from preventing them all from rising up again."
Anderson then looked at Defeo Jr.'s corpse. It reminded the paladin of mincemeat. He regained his smile and looked at the girls. They smiled back, reassuring him that the job was done, and that Defeo Jr. wasn't going anywhere. Suddenly, a swarm of large, writhing bats flowed into the room. Anderson attempted to slice at them with his bayonets, Yumie was hacking at them with her katana, and Heinkel was aiming at them with her pistol. However, whenever they killed one of the bizarre vermin, they would simply grow back into another bat. These bats were not made of flesh and blood. Instead, the creatures were composed of this surreal, reddish, shadowy energy that grew and manipulated itself liquidly on its own. As Heinkel and Yumie were growing annoyed, Anderson gasped. His realization had hit him like a ton of bricks. Alucard, he thought. The beast, he has come here too! Maxwell cannot know about this, the paladin thought firmly. Then as luck would have it, Anderson's transmitter began ringing. Shite! This cannot be happening right now! Anderson panicked. But, he had no choice. He had to answer the Maxwell on the transmitter and he had to tell him what was going on right now. He couldn't lie and retreat from Alucard, because Maxwell would find out somehow through the Iscariot Organization's brutal confessions. And then when Maxwell did find out, the consequences would be grave, and Heinkel and Yumiko would get warped into it somehow. He just couldn't risk it.
"Hello, Maxwell." Anderson answered the transmitter.
"Status report, please." Maxwell answered.
"Ronald has been neutralized by Heinkel and Yumie. Ronald's family had been killed and severely mutilated several hours before we came in. Ae prevented all the corpses from rising, yer holiness."
"Is that all?"
"…nae…" Anderson flinched.
"Oh? Is that so?
"Yes, yer holiness. Alucard… has entered the premises."
Maxwell began roaring maniacally. "You don't say?! That English sow has really sent her lap-dog to America?"
"It appears so. He hasn't yet found us yet."
"That's where you're wrong!" boomed a mighty voice from behind him.
Anderson turned to see Alucard pointing his long barreled gun, the Casull, directly at the space between his eyes. Anderson recoiled as Maxwell was still speaking on the line. Heinkel and Yumie were shocked to see the bats they had just been swinging at had materialized into this tall, crimson, vampire. They were still, analyzing their opponent and trying to come up with a way to save Anderson.
"Maxwell? Maxwell, are you there?" asked Anderson.
"Yes, I'm here. I take it you have encountered the protestant vampire?" replied Maxwell.
"Yes. Permission to retreat?"
"Denied…" Maxwell responded in a stone-cold manner.
"But think of Heinkel and Yu-"
"Denied. Engage the enemy. Over and out."
Anderson had no choice. Ordinarily, he would be over-joyed to fight Alucard, his beloved rival. But now he had other things in life to love and adore. Such as Heinkel and Yumiko, who weren't his real daughters but he still treated them in that manner. And most importantly, Anderson wanted them safe and out of danger. The paladin grew to accept the two taking on vampires like Defeo Jr., but he just was unable to imagine them taking on someone as powerful and bloodthirsty as Alucard. Anderson raised his bayonets, and got into a fighting stance.
"Heinkel. Yumie. Get out of here immeadiately." Anderson said in a deep voice devoid of any weakness.
Heinkel began to argue."But you can't take him alo-".
"Go." Anderson's order echoed through the room.
"Very well." responded Yumie.
The two were about to flee out of the bedroom window, when a great black mass had enveloped them. Alucard summoned Baskervilles out of his free arm. Rage filled Anderson as he grit his teeth.
"The feelings you have developed for these two, they're quite…interesting. It was fun playing with those two earlier when I had to dodge those dangerous blessed weapons, but I think playing with your emotions will be more fun…" Alucard cackled.
"Let them the feck out of yer hound yah protestant scum!" menaced Anderson.
"But how can we have a fun game if we don't have any high stakes?" asked Alucard.
"Fine. I'll play along. Just don't harm them. I'll fight yah, yah fecking heathen. I'm ordered too anyway."
"Good. Now let's play 'dodge this'."
"Dodge wha-"Anderson had been cut off when his forehead had exploded. The roof of his skull had deteriorated with one shot from the Casull. The paladin slumped to the ground lifeless, blood oozing out of the top of his head and his limbs numb and limp.
"Hmmm…" began Alucard, "…that was anti-climactic. Guess I can just move on to the main course, those two lovely ladies within Basker-"
Yumie suddenly had cut her way out of Baskervilles and had descended a bright, shining slash through Alucard's body with her katana. Alucard promptly split in two with a quick shower of blood. The two halves of the vampire were lying down on opposite sides of the room. As Heinkel slowly re-emerged from Baskervilles, Yumie was breathing heavily with anger. Heinkel walked up to her comrade-in-arms, slowly and carefully.
"Why?! Why did Anderson die?! He was our father!" screamed Yumie.
Ordinarily, Heinkel would have corrected Yumie. But not here. Not in this situation. Heinkel accepted the fantasy, since she knew she never really had a father like him before, or a father at all for that matter. Heinkel suddenly was overtaken with the same feeling of melancholy that was currently filling Yumie. She understood now. Heinkel didn't want Anderson to be dead, even though it was far too late. She didn't respond to Yumie. She simply walked over to Anderson's corpse, and picked him up.
"Let's go back to HQ" Heinkel said softly.
Yumie nodded, her head bowed and tears pouring out of her face.
"I don't see what you're whining about…" a voice muttered softly.
In shock and anger, Yumie raised her katana and started darting around the room, searching for whoever could have said that. Finally she found it. One half of Alucard was speaking. Yumie began screeching as she lifted her sword to cut the vampire into more pieces, but Heinkel stopped her.
"Talk" she said bluntly.
"You are from Iscariot right? The technology they have… they'll turn Father Anderson into a regenerator through genetic engineering and he'll be good as new…"
"How can we trust you?!" Yumie screeched.
Alucard chuckled quietly. "I've known Anderson for quite a greater length of time than you two have ever. You can trust me. Anyway, things will just get so boring with him dead…" Alucard turned his head away from them. "…go. Bring him to Section 13."
"Yumie," began Heinkel, "we can trust him."
Yumie nodded, holding back tears. The two calmly walked out of the house and found a Section 13 chopper waiting for them outside of the front yard. They all flew to Italy, Anderson's decaying body in tow.
20:30, NOVEMBER 14TH, 1974, LEVATICAN.
Heinkel and Yumie were sprinting furiously to Maxwell's office, passing marble pillars and dark stain-glass artwork. They finally had reached his desk and laid the dead Anderson out upon it. Maxwell recoiled in shock. He would have never expected his best paladin to die, especially like that.
"What is the meaning of this?" exclaimed Maxwell.
"Bring him back. Go on, bring him back." Heinkel said coldly, and without emotion.
"What do you me-"
"Iscariot has the technology to do so. So go on, bring him back."
"Who told you that? You're not supposed to know such valuable info-"
Heinkel aimed her pistols at Maxwell's head, and Yumiko, not Yumie, who had gone to sleep on the helicopter ride, unsheathed her katana.
"Do it." They both said firmly.
"Come now…" sweat fell down Maxwell's brow as he began to feel very, very nervous, "… let us not act like that. Just… just-just-just calm-calm down now… please…"
"Do it." They both said in an angrier tone.
"Please… you wouldn't dare harm me… your beloved leader… your savior-"
Heinkel inserted her pistol directly into Maxwell's mouth. He began to hyper-ventilate.
"This your last warning. Do it." she said.
"All right! All right! Leave me alone!" Maxwell sobbed.
Heinkel and Yumiko removed their weapons.
"All right…" began Maxwell who was catching his breath, "it'll take a lot of time and expenses but we'll do it. We'll put Anderson through the regeneration program…"
"Good," answered Heinkel, "and if you dare opt out of this…"
She placed her pistols one again on Maxwell's forehead.
"…we won't hesitate to kill you."
4:00, JULY 28TH, 1976, LEVATICAN.
Heinkel and Yumiko entered a surreal, brightly-lit chamber deep within the Levatican. There they found a paladin surgeon, and their beloved mentor strapped to an operating table. The white light shining in the room was so harsh that Anderson was barely visible. Still, they walked up to him.
"He just regained his consciousness a couple minutes ago…" explained the surgeon.
"Hey," Yumiko asked Anderson, "can you see me?"
"Y-y-Yumiko? Is that you?" he stammered, "how are you? Are you hurt? Where's Heinkel?"
"I'm right here," smiled Heinkel, "and we're all fine."
"Oh thank god!" exclaimed Anderson, "wait… last time I saw you... I was killed… am I dead?"
"No. Your alive in well. You're not in heaven, you've just been resurrected by Iscariot's regenerator program. Your cells will regenerate miraculously now."
"But how did you survive Alucard?"
"Well, Yumie just cut him up. We carried your corpse here an-"
"Wait, wait, wait… You defeated him? On your own?"
"Well…yes. You could put it that way. He was still alive and was more disinterested than wounded, but we carried you and escaped to HQ…"
"I'm am so very proud of you…" Anderson smiled warmly.
"I'm proud of you too."
Heinkel, Yumiko, and Anderson all laughed warmly. Together, as a family.
12:00, OCTOBER 31ST, 2015, LEVATICAN
Oh, how Heinkel missed those days of innocence. She reminisced as she gazed upon the little photograph of all three of them smiling. Only one remained, she thought mournfully, and even then she was drastically different. A tear landed on the hard oak of her desk as the bandages wrapped around her face flapped in the wind. More tears would follow.
THE END
Author's Note: Well, this story was MUCH lighter than my previous ones. I don't know why. I wrote the first chapter when I woke up at 2:45 in the morning last Tuesday and decided "Hey, I want to right up a family story about Anderson, Yumiko, and Heinkel." Bizarre. But I guess that's just being a writer. Our filthy little noggins our swarming with new ideas that our just dying to get written down. Well either way I hoped you enjoyed it, though it is drastically different in tone from other stuff, though not too different. Speaking of which, if you enjoyed this, be sure to check it out! Thank you for reading!