I’ll have Jan up for you tomorrow; I try not to make a habit of starting drawings after 8.00PM because then I can’t help but stay up late in an attempt to finish them… and I rather need sleep, I’m afraid.
Whew, this took forever, and I’m sorry for that! This is much, MUCH longer than the last one. A lot more backstory too. I apologize for the lack of Captain. It was difficult to get him in there without it becoming weird of why he would be there, so yeah, sorry. I really hope you all like this. Do let me know how I did on this, I always love your comments (which I read on EVERY post) and talking to you all. Please enjoy and thank you!
Something cold and metallic pressedagainst ______ aching skin. The touch was a strange mix of pleasantand painful. As their eyes pried themselves open, the peculiar
feeling quickly transformed into an irritation. They were in a cell,
which only meant one thing: damn Millennium.
Groaning, they pulled their sore body
to their knees. In the dim light, the small square room was even more
dismal. A perfect cube with one side holding criss-crossed bars and
the other a plain metal sheet that wrapped to hold them. A metal
prison that stank of gunpowder and antiseptic, with only an oddly
brown-colored toilet in the corner and a thin mat in the other.
It shouldn’t have surprised ____ that
their conditions were so terrible. They were a part of the
enemy after all. It embarrassed _____ to be in this situation,
especially after having finally rose in the ranks of Hellsing. After
starting off as just another cannon-fodder soldier, they climbed
their way to the top, or rather, was one of the few that still stood
and still clung to their sanity. Most either died or went insane
after having witnessed all of the horrific sights that Hellsing dealt
with, many of which had to do with the No Life King himself, who had
no qualms with devouring the enemy right in front of the new
recruits. Somehow, _____ managed to become used to the screams and
splashes of blood. Maybe because they knew it was for the best, or
because they thought it was kind of cool, or maybe because they
rationalized that at least it wasn’t them. Whatever the case, ____
remained, through all of the battles, through the arrival of the
Draculina, Seras, through the hiring of the Wild Geese, and through
the initial fight against the Millennium members. And this did not go
unnoticed. Sir Integra was impressed, not an easy feat, and Alucard
appeared to be amused by _____’s talent of not dieing, despite the
odds. During Jan Valentine’s assault on the manor, ______ survived,
and that was the final tipping point. After such heavy losses, ____
was promoted, even standing above the newly recruited Wild Geese
(which, of course, Pip Bernadotte laughed at this before being
smacked around by Miss Victoria, who did not appreciate seeing a
senior officer belittled as they were). When it came time to escort
the No Life King, it was no surprise that _____ was assigned to
accompany the Wild Geese in their guarding. At first, ___ was excited
to find that they were going to be visiting such a pleasant place and
began to daydream about perhaps getting a well-deserved break.
However, it appears fate had other plans, or rather, Millennium had.
Everyone was busy during that night
when Tubalcain Alhambra and several other Millennium soldiers
attacked Alucard, including a rather tired ______. They had been
asleep at the time, but was awoken quickly by the sound of gunshots.
They had been stationed in the hotel as well, as a precaution, yet,
this seems to have been a mistake on Hellsing. While attempting to
gather up their guns, several men rushed in, far more prepared than
_____ was. They fought the vampires the best they could, however, was
overwhelmed by the numbers, which just seemed to continue to grow.
When their gun was knocked out of their hands, they knew it was over.
However, instead of devouring them as they believed, they were hit
over the head with the butt of one of the enemy’s guns and
immediately blacked out.
And now, _____ was under the gracious
care of Millennium.
The bruises on their arms and legs
from the fight had not healed, only worsened from the apparent rough
treatment of their unconscious body during the move. Blood stained
their hair, crusty around the area in which they were hit. Gingerly,
they wobbled to their feet, fighting off the nausea that was rising
in their throat. They were sick from the impact and injuries, but
also could not deny the hunger pangs that were rising in their belly.
_____ made their way to the bars, and
peered past the cross-stitched metal. There were other cells, yet
none of them appeared to be occupied. The faint light from the bulb
hanging from the ceiling, however, did not help with their vision.
The silence was unnerving; no one was around by them. Why kidnap
them, but then not even bother to guard or interrogate them? Wanting
answers, ______ did something that only seemed rational at the time.
“Oi,” ____ yelled into the hall,
“why am I here?” Their voice reverberated off the metal walls,
sending a shiver down their spine from the sheer emptiness.
When there came no answer, they huffed
before turning around to slump down onto the mat. They huddled there,
holding their knees to their chest, just realizing how cold it was in
there. A growl emitted from their stomach and they held it, pressing
their palm against the soft spot in hopes of silencing the ripple.
The continuous inner cry was interrupted by the sudden clang of metal
against metal. ____ glanced up, their eyes widening at the sight.
The Captain.
Not known by any other name but his
position, The Captain was only a rumor, a whisper, a
I-hope-to-God-he’s-not-real-because-otherwise-I’ll-shit-my-pants-murmur.
However, ____ knew right away from his appearance who he was, just
from the stories of white hair and red eyes, and his clothes, which
matched the military-grade outfit for captains. He was tall, much
taller than _____, and broad-shouldered with a face hidden behind his
collar and hat.
Here was the Captain, a mere legend,
standing before _____, with a tray in his gloved hands.
_____ was speechless, only stuttering
out breaths in an awkward attempt to form words. The Captain, on the
other hand, was quiet as well, yet carried a superior air around him.
With their back still against the wall, _____ tried to slink back
farther into the shadows. When he realized that they were not going
to come towards him, the Captain took a step forward, causing ____ to
flinch. He did not attempt to approach them further, but instead bent
down to place the tray on the ground. Their eyes locked with his when
he went to stand back up, but they quickly looked away. Their stare
remained on the colored-toilet until they heard the sliding of metal
and footsteps fall away. When they were sure they were alone, they
vaulted their body towards the tray. A simple sandwich, apple, and
glass of water appeared to be the most delicious thing that ____ had
seen in a very long time. They devoured the food and drink without a
moment’s hesitation. Afterward, they crawled back into their corner,
their thoughts racing and their skin still achingly cold.
As ______, thought over their current
situation, wondering how the heck they were going to escape a Nazi
prison, heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, making their way
towards _____’s cell. ____ stood up, preparing themselves for the
inevitable encounter.
“Ah, did out prisoner enjoy their
meal?”
____ remained silent, refusing to
answer the man. First, they stood toe-to-toe with the infamous
Captain, and now, in the flesh, was the Major himself. A portly man
with grin plastered against his face, the Major was dwarfed easily by
the Captain, who stood to his right. _____ kept their eyes on the
Major, but couldn’t help but catch glimpses of the Captain and his
own crimson orbs.
“It was fine,” _____ finally
replied, “thanks.”
The Major clasped his hands together
in a dramatic fashion. “Wunderbar. I know it vasn’t much, but I’m
glad to hear that it could fill some of zhat void in your stomach.”
____ quietly scoffed at the man’s
mock-enthusiasm. “Thank you again.” It was best to try and remain
polite. The last thing they needed was to go and piss off the reason
this war began.
“You are most velcome. Now, onto
business. You are probably wondering vhy you are here. Well, you see,
our Doctor has taken an interest in you and your apparent inability
to die, despite the dire circumstances.”
_____’s eyes widened. ‘Doctor?’ Who
the hell was the ‘Doctor?’ Was he the one that was turning those
soldiers into ghouls? Oh shit…
“So, you brought me here,” _____
said, “because you want to experiment on me?”
The Major’s grin stretched farther.
“You could say zhat. You impressed us, all of us, and zhat is not
an easy feat. Do not worry though,” he spread out his arms, “I
promise zhat it won’t be as bad as it sounds.”
“I don’t want to be a vampire.”
The words left _____’s mouth before
they could stop themself. It was true, they wanted to remain human,
please and thank you, but they really did not want to make their
captives angry. However, despite _____’s initial thought, the Major’s
grin did not fade, but instead, somehow seemed to stretch even
further.
“Ah, I know zhe feeling. Do not
worry, we wouldn’t dare take away your humanity. Zomething like that
is far too precious to lose. For it is your spirit that keeps you
alive.”
Okay, now the guy was starting to
sound like some inspirational poster. _____ wanted to meld into the
wall, but they remained, still under the watchful eye of both the
Major and the Captain, whose gaze had not left them.
“The process will be difficult,
true,” the Major continued, “but it will be vorth it. We hope.”
“Well, what is it then?” ____
asked, regretting the words once more, but their curiosity would kill
them before any sick experiments would if they were not told soon.
However, they were not given an answer. Instead, the Major shook his
head, the sickening smile never leaving his face.
“You vill see soon.” He locked
eyes with them once more. “For now, you vill stay here, with the
Captain here checking on you once in a vhile.”
With that last comment, the Major left
____ to themselves, the Captain trailing behind.
Having kept count of the days by sheer
memory, ______ was up to four days in the cell. It was the same
everyday: the Captain would come by three times a day with a tray of
food (always a sandwich, apple, and water) and then stand there for
just a little while before leaving. Each time he was there, _____
made use of the temporary company and attempted to talk to him.
Perhaps out of need for company, or perhaps their sanity truly was
slipping. Whatever the case, they were the only one that talked
between the two, the Captain remaining ever stoic and silent.
Usually, their “conversations” consisted of ______ thanking him
before reminiscing about the past, mainly events from their career in
Hellsing.
It was on the fifth day, they noted,
that something was different: it was much colder than it had been.
They sat on their make-shift bed, holding themselves, and attempting
to stop their violent shivering. When the footsteps arrived, carrying
the Captain and his food tray, they did not bother to look up. They
did, though, when they heard a sudden whooshing noise, and a darkness
cover their view. An incredibly warm cloak was now placed over their
shoulders. It was tucked close to their collarbone by two nimble
hands. The body to which these hands belonged to was now, as _____
noticed, shirtless. The Captain had leaned down to their level and
was adjusting his very own cloak around them. Because of his height,
his chest was more at eye length than his face, making the cloak seem
to be made out of ice in comparison to the hotness that enveloped
______’s cheeks.
“Um,” ____ said, “thank you
Captain.”
He said nothing, instead, standing up
from the shivering figure, stepping over the tray, and leaving,
allowing _____ to keep his coat. After coming out of their daze, they
gingerly ate the food, careful not to stain the coat. Normally, ____
would have purposely tried to ruin anything Millennium had, but due
to the Captain’s abnormal kindness, they decided against it. He came
back a little later, carrying a pile of blankets. He took back his
jacket, but made sure they wrapped the fabric around them first. They
thanked him once more, before he slipped away.
All of this was too confusing for
______. They were sought out by Millennium, imprisoned, being prepped
for some sort of experimentation, and now the infamous Captain was
bringing them blankets. What was with all of this? Why was he so
polite? Why did Millennium want them? It was almost too much.
Within the next few days, the Captain
came around more often and stuck around more. To ____, they enjoyed
the company, but was growing concerned by this need for extra
protection. Was it almost time? However, he remained polite, making
sure that they were brought food and blankets. At one point, he even
brought them a sponge and a bucket of water to wash off. Of course,
he turned around like a gentleman to give them privacy.
It bothered _____ how much they were
going to miss him and his visits when it came time, him and his damn
politeness.
The Rose-Clad Demon Doctor 