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A New Reality	By : Hemamal Category: Hellsing > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing and I make no money from it (that's Kouta Hirano) but I do own the plot and OCs.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Hellsing or the Hellsing cast (Kouta Hirano does, lucky bastard!!) but I do own the plot and OCs. I make no money from this!!

Author’s Notes: Not sure if all the images came out accurately. : / It took so long to write this and I wanted to add so much more detail but I couldn’t make it work out. So frustrating!! This was originally going to be in chapter 5 but it took too long to work through.

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Arisen

Chapter Six (5 part2)
“Dinner’s ready.”
Mira’s voice muffled through the thick oak door. The brass top skirmish halted for an instance. The match was neck and neck though the slight advantage going to Eric.

“Always consider your enemy, Cassandra.” Eric advised as he waited for his daughter to make her next move. “Consider the terrain and your enemies’ placement to gain your enemies response and adapt to it.”

Cassandra focused on the board in front of her, considering every brass weight, gleaming silver and dusky bronze; its possibilities, its advantages and disadvantages, their multiple destinies. Each an added weight for or against her command. The scattered pieces, hers and his, stood in frozen time. A pause in battle, yet she could imagine each as a living, breathing vessel. What if she made the wrong choice? Taking a deep breath, she picked the safest route. The piece was cold in her hand. The silver soldier with his shield level moved into the enemy camp, two spaces from the king. A quick movement.

“Checkmate.” Eric called out, his dark Viking queen trampling her Roman king.

“Blast it!” Cassandra exclaimed.

“You can’t hesitate, Cassandra. Sometimes it’s better to trust your instincts in spite of your head.” Eric stated as he began to place Vikings and Romans alike back into their leather dwelling.

“So you say. I suppose a master tactician would know.” Cassandra stated more than a little sour.

“Indeed, he would, my dear.” He replied putting the last knight in its case. Lifting it, Eric put the heavy leather case and brass-topped wooden board back in its place in the bottom drawer. “Don’t worry so much, Cassandra, you’re almost there yourself. But you mustn’t allow your thought of safe guarding every single man on your board dissuade yourself from victory. It is important but soldiers enter every battlefield knowing that they may not return. The least you can do is ensure them victory.”

Cassandra sighed trying to take in her father’s words.

“I just don’t like the idea of needless sacrifice.” She said as she got up from her wingback chair.

“No sacrifice is needless but sometime they are necessary. As Sun Tsu* said, “any man going into battle with the desire to save their own life will surely lose it.” The same goes with the commander. You can’t go into a battle with the distinct purpose of bringing everyone home. You lose sight of your original purpose.” Eric spoke rising from his own seat, pushing it in under the dense desk. “For instance, I left plenty of openings in that game for you to obtain a swiping victory. I’ll bet...you found each one and rationalized yourself against them, wanting to spare lives and because of that decision you lost the entire battle. It blinded you to what is. Had this been an actual not only would it have cost the lives of your men but, possibly, the lives of countless innocent civilians.” Eric stated as he came around the desk. Looking at Cassandra turned her head away.

“Instincts are just as important as any strategy, Cassandra.” He said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, giving her a fatherly pat.” Come on before the food gets cold. You know how your mother can be.”
The overhead lights swayed though the air, stiff and thick, flickering like eyes blinking. It was hard to breathe. Each intake of lunges was an effort barely successful. They felt like they were drowning. The atmosphere around them seemed to bleed a red, queer miasma. The shadows blackened further. The ground and walls beside them rippled with a subtle pulse, like a beating heart, slow, muffled, but unmistakably there. The silence was deafening causing most ears to ring.

Walter was pensive as he closed the door behind him. He’d been through this before, or something similar. But it couldn’t be what he was thinking. Could it?

“Enough delay, I have to get to them.” Walter thought straightening his monocle.
Father and daughter descended the stairs still talking about the game that just ended.

“It’s about time you two.” Mira greeted from the kitchen where she and Jason were placing china and silverware.

“You know how we get sometimes, dear.” Eric smirked. Cassandra chuckled.

‘[BREAKING NEWS,]’ the television rang calling attention to the wide floor model. ‘[IT SEEMS AN EXPLOSION HAS ROCKED THE ESTATE OWNED BY THE HELLSING FAMILY. NO VISUAL IS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE NOR IS THERE ANY CONCLUSION AS TO WHAT CAUSED THIS UNLIKELY EVENT…’

“Hmm, that’s something.” Eric stated behind the couch.

“Indeed,” Cassandra replied by his side. For some she had the strangest sense of déjà vu mixed with apprehension. ‘How weird..?’

“Well, come on you two before the food gets cold.”

“Let’s move before she blows.” Eric joked reaching in the couch seat for the remote, turning the tv off.

Cassandra moved to follow her father into the kitchen, giving a final look at the off tv before entering the kitchen.
The walls visibly expanded and contracted. Picture frames buckled and shuck. The red haze thickened painting even the shadows with its stain. The aged wood and metal whined pitifully.

‘What the fuck is this!’

‘What’s happening?’

‘We weren’t told about this!’

The remaining soldiers seemed to be reading each others’ mind. The atmosphere pressed heavily on their bodies. The muggy air turned frigid, a shock to the lungs. Plums of breath ghosted from dry lips.

They heard a noise, more concrete than anything they had heard for the last 5 long minutes. But it was coming from behind them. The remaining few raised their weapons leveling them at the would-be target.

“Commander Garrick,’ came a call from the thick shadows. It was coming closer.

“Walter!’

“Oh, thank god!” One of the soldiers released in a deep breath.

“What’s the situation?” Walter asked.

“No visual conformation as of yet, sir, but… we heard… the others are presumed deceased, sir.” Commander Garrick, the dark haired ex MI5 agent, reported.

“Understood,” Walter paused hearing something coming from down the dark hall. “Are all magazines loaded?’ He asked still studying the shadows.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, wall formation everyone!’

The building rocked, a booming knock crisscrossed the walls. Another bomb? The lights burned a blinding red. The floors rippled. Another rock, almost knocking some of the soldiers over as they frantically tried to get into formation. They could all hear the shuffling now. Clicks rang from their gun hammers. Get into formation. Get into formation! Their minds screamed to them. Groans, inhuman groans, slithered into the air.

“FIRE!” Walter commanded to the 3 rows of flanked soldiers, five in each row.

OPEN FIRE!

RUM. POP. SLARCH. SLINESH!

Sulfur and gunpowder saturated the close confines. They could hear the squelch of the iron and steel meeting flesh, copper adding to the barrage of new smells. Mottled growls. Fire returned. Some missing the soldiers completely, some hitting Kevlar. Not enough to stop them. Yet.

“ROTATE!”

The lights flicker black and red, the lag giving a strobe like effect. Distracting.

“Stay focused, men. Fire—“another pulse racked the floor but altogether different. All air was sucked out of the hallway. Momentary freefall, everything and one floated an inch form the ground for five seconds. Then a rush of oxygen knocking air back into lungs till near bursting. Crimson light spilled from the ground up, revealing enemy and ally alike. Revealing the true number of the undead for the first time

HO-LY SHIT! So many! Too many for their small band of 15. They were going to die. They were all going to—

“Releasing… Control Art Restriction to level 2…” the walls growled.
It was still chilly.

‘Why didn’t I bring a jacket? Isn’t it supposed to be spring?” Cassandra huffed walking down the busy city street. The cadmium sun deceptive bright hue gave a false idea of warmth; the tall umber the barrier locking the chill in. It’s a good thing she decided to leave now before it started to get dark.

An eerie feeling crept over her like the threads of a spider’s web ghosted over her. She had felt it since leaving her parents’ home but ignored it. It gained in strength since. ‘How is it possible to be paranoid in a group full of people” She wondered. ‘Not too hard I guess.”

That tingling was so annoying and grating on her nerves that she finally caved, casting a studying gaze over her shoulder. Seeing nothing of particular interest, she focused back on her primary objective, getting home. She still had quite a bit of research left to do after all.

Clank! Thuink!

She jumped looking into the alleyway beside her. A black shaggy dog was rutting around in the garbage. A little mangy and underfeed. But not altogether dirty looking in appearance. Cassandra took a deep breath. . ‘Paranoia, so much fun.’

The dog looked up appearing to be grinning at her.

“What are you laughing at? Cassandra smirked back at the dog before continuing on her way.
Black blood seeped through the floors, a wiggling ooze spouting multiple legs and crawling. The crimson light sparked until fading. A dank wave of death crested and fell over them.

Suddenly, a rending slop and pop was heard from their enemies. Bestial grunts and moans. Chucks of something soft and wet struck the walls and bounced off, painting them anew. A tainted congealed spray hit their goggled faces. **The thick scent of rancent pork and mildewed copper swamped the air, leaving a thick mucus o the soldiers’ palettes.

Limbs cascaded through the darkening halls. Some soldiers, thinking quickly, raised shields taken from their backs to protect themselves. Others were slapped with gnarled limbs to the face and body, decorating them with new musty dark patterns.

Mere moments later, it was over. All that remained was a single entity drenched in shadow.

“My god, it can’t be…” Walter, wracked with disbelief, emerged from the group of soldiers.

Cassandra stood at the light post waiting for the crosswalk light to change. It was taking forever. Cassandra sighed. Her paranoia still hadn’t passed. She looked behind her again seeing nothing of interest: people walking in and out of stores, jaywalking, and cars passing. Nothing abnormal.

‘Oh well, I‘ll be home soon anyway.’ She thought training her eye back towards the light.

Another moment of waiting—finally—the crosswalk sign changed to walk. The street lights turned red. Looking both ways, she started to cross the walk. She was halfway across when she was pushed by a terrific force, lifting her inches off the pavement, pushing her to the other side. A sickening screeching crunch of metal twisting, wailing horns and shattering glass followed.

Shocked breathe returned. A breathe Cassandra didn’t even know she was withholding. She flipped over from her all fours position to a sitting one. Revealing the mangled corpse of a car cleaved in two by the crosswalk pole she was once standing by. People ran over to her to see if she was hurt. Comments like ‘idiot,’ ‘insane,’ and ‘must be drunk’ littered the air. Cassandra was deaf to them all, sounding more like muffled buzz. She stared at the metal and glass that decorated the asphalt, thrown with Pollock like finesse. A gentle pressure on her knee brought her back to reality.

The dog.

The same dog she saw in that dark little alley was delicately lapping the little bits of dirt and gravel from her scrapped knee.

“You’re lucky, Miss. That dog pushed you right out of the way.”

Shock sprang back into her face at the strangers comment.

The dog..? Saved her..?

It, the dog, finished with his ministrations on her knees went on sniffing further to see if any other damage had been done. Her hand rose unsurely to pat him on his head. He instead began licking the stains from her palm, a slight gleam in his eye.

Next Chapter: Kumari

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**This is indeed what a dead body smells like (at least to me). Aren’t you glad you read this story!!! ^_^ (I have a BS in Forensic Anthropology and in our Forensic taphonomy class you got to visit decomposing bodies at the F.O.R.E.S.T. It was an interesting experience).
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