X x x x x x
“Oh man, I'm dying!”
Ranma ground his teeth together, standing over several soldiers who were close to, or had thrown up. The way he saw it, the soldiers of Hellsing were simply not up to an acceptable level of physical conditioning. For people fighting vampires and ghouls, they couldn't hope to fight a ghoul in hand to hand. And Ranma knew far too many people who could burn through dozens of the undead creatures to let that slide. Especially after the events of three days ago.
“You three are next to worthless.” He ground his foot into a small pile of fallen leaves. “I wonder if Integra will miss you.” He mused, holding his chin in a hand.
“What.” A soldier started to ask before gasping for breath. “S'that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I'm just a little hungry.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a cell phone, and started to dial a random number. “You have about five seconds to get going, and maybe I'll just make a snack out of whoever gets up last.”
“You wouldn't.” Another soldier started to panic.
“I'm a vampire.” He grinned, showing off a fang, and letting them assume the worst. His acting had the desired effect, the four soldiers immediately scrambling over themselves to get away from him. 'Then again, what good is a threat unless it's carried out?'
About to put his phone away, the ringer went off. “Hello?” He answered.
“Sir Integra wishes to speak with you.” Walter's voice informed him.
“Yea well I'm kind of busy training these pathetic excuses for soldiers.” He answered, jogging after the group, the ones who hadn't stopped, had slowed to a crawl.
“I do not wish to speak for her, but I believe she would say to stop running the remaining soldiers ragged. At least not until the new security force arrives.”
“But they've only gone four times around the grounds.” He protested.
“Do they look like they could do more?”
“Nah, you're right, these losers are done.” He said it loudly, jogging past the group towards the mansion.
X x x x x x
(Ranma getting chewed out by Integra)
X x x x x x
“This is so morbid.” A young woman in her early twenties commented, strolling with her boyfriend through a graveyard. His arm was draped over her shoulder, hugging her smaller body close to him.
“Oh come on Barb, this is awesome.” Greg answered, carrying a bottle of wine wrapped up in a big blanket under his other arm.
“It is kind of fun.” She admitted. The full moon was still rising into the sky, illuminating the head stones and crypts. Feeling a cool wind blow around them, she shivered slightly, from the cold, and excitement about what they were about to do.
“What's that?” Greg suddenly whispered.
“What?” She demanded, looking around.
“Oh nothing.” Greg laughed.
“Jerk.” She punched him in the stomach lightly.
“They're coming to get you Barbra!” Greg cried dramatically.
“Real funny funny guy.” Breaking away from her boyfriend, she turned around. “Guess who WON'T be coming tonight.” She huffed, striding back towards the entrance.
“Oh come on babe, don't be so serious, I'm just trying to liven things up.” Greg pleaded with her.
“Don't 'come on babe' with me.” She spun around to glare at him, her eyes catching a large animal crouching behind a large head stone. “What is that!?” She cried fearfully.
“What?” Greg turned just in time for the animal to impact his chest, driving him to the stone walkway. Blood splattered as the creature tore into Greg's throat, frantically tearing into his chest with it's forepaws.
Bringing up her hands, she wiped at the blood that had splashed across her face. Screaming, she turned, and ran from the scene. Stumbling in her high heels, she broke one of them, and fell to the ground. Scrambling on hands and knees, the sound of claws clattering on stone followed her, and she was crushed to the ground by something landed on her back.
X x x x x x
“This the place?”
“Yes Sir.” Pickman nodded. “This is the main building, in the back is the motor pool, sleeping quarters for soldiers, mess hall, and firing ranges.” Walking alongside the tall-- man, Pickman was pleasantly surprised to find himself liking the strange guy. He had a quick wit to him, and seemed to prefer the casual laid back outlook to things that he himself had.
“Can't say I've ever had much use for those, mess hall sounds nice.”
“If you want, we can go there right now.” He was looking forward to getting a nice hot meal himself.
“Now that I'm seein the damage to your place, what exactly happened here that warranted you guys callin me in? Last I knew, Hellsing liked to keep to itself.”
“Two weeks ago we were attacked by a large group of ghouls and a pair of chip vampires. My group was out removing a target at the time, but the soldiers here didn't fair as well.”
“Sorry.”
“We're waiting for reinforcements to arrive, they were tied up in some country in the mid east.”
“Mercs?”
“Yea, called the Wild Geese.”
“I've heard of them, a rough bunch.”
“They'll need it if Alucard decides to test em.”
“The head vampire right? Want me to get rid of him too while I'm here?”
“Boss lady wouldn't like that too much, and for a vampire, Alucard's not that bad.”
“I've never known control of a vampire or demon to end well.”
“HIYAA!” Ceres' voice yelled loudly, and a body exploded through the wall in front of them. Laying on the ground in front of them was Ranma, the male vampire laying on his back surrounded by crushed brick.
“Oh my God Ranma, I didn't mean to throw you that hard.” Ceres paused in the break in the wall, worriedly looking between the boy and the wall.
“No that was good Ceres.” Hopping up to his feet, Ranma headed back through the wall. “But you're the one who gets to tell Integra about this.”
“That happen often round here?” The man jerked his left thumb at the duo.
“That's a first actually, but those two would be the other resident vampires.”
“Well that explains the pale skin, red eyes, and pointy teeth.”
“They're pretty safe. So, shall we continue, Mr. Hellboy?”
“Just Hellboy, I aint no mister.”
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I was on the fence about doing this till I saw this image.
http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6478/thea...boy2006snip.jpg
Then I had to.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Mon Jun 22, 2009 1:36 pm
“Would you like a cigar?” Integral asked the special operative who sat down across the large desk in front of her. Walter, who stood next to the man, opened up a box, and presented them to him.
He was tall, nearly the same height as Alucard, and far more heavily built. Bright red skin, two large horns, cut off near to the skin came out of his brow just above his eyes. His legs were shorter and he had hooves for feet. Instead of a right hand, he had a stone one, the heavy looking appendage not seeming to give him any trouble. Carved into it were intricate ruins, and the hand itself only had four fingers.
Clothed in black shorts, held up by a large leather belt, a left handed pistol holster holding an unknown pistol was displayed prominently, as well as several charms. The rest of his clothing was made up of a thick tan trench coat, open to show his bare chest.
“Why not?” He asked, grabbing one with his normal left hand. Before Walter could light the cigar for him, Hellboy had already done so with his own beat up lighter. “Good stuff.”
“If I may be so bold as to ask, why did you accept our offer?”
“I'm just going wherever the wind takes me.”
“I see, the information we received from the BPRD was sketchy on your activities after you left their organization.”
“Lay it on me, what is it that you really need me here for? Get rid of your vampires? Beat up some demon that's threatening the countryside?”
“None of the above actually. We need you as a daytime guardian of the Institute. Till our new security force arrives, we are vulnerable during the day.”
“Why me?”
“We need someone with your special talents. The one who sent the ghouls and chip vampires to us recently, would know that we are vulnerable.”
“So? Vampires can't stand sunlight, you'd be safe with some rent a cops during the day.”
“That is the problem, this recent attack occurred at dusk, before nightfall.” At her answer, Hellboy raised an eyebrow. “Yes, there is someone manufacturing computer chips that turn humans into vampires capable of walking in the sun.”
“Why didn't the Bureau know about this?”
“You've been out of the loop for several years, and this is a recent problem. Our main goal is the destruction of the plants creating these chips.”
“Like cutting the head off a hydra I bet.”
“Indeed, focusing on the individual incidents only allows them more time to create more.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Anything that you want to do?” She asked, Hellboy's exploits among the paranormal world, would make him an excellent special agent for the Hellsing family. Certainly he wasn't any less destructive than Alucard, but Hellboy actually cared about loss of human life.
“I feel slighted.” Alucard's voice echoed through the room, the vampire in red stepping through the wall next to her father's painting. “Replacing me with a demon.” If Hellboy was shocked by the action, he didn't show it, taking a leisurely drag of his cigar.
“I was wondering when you would show up.” She commented leisurely, Alucard having remained out of sight since the attack on Hellsing. Integral wasn't sure on the reason why, but she was happy for the break from his attention. “Alucard, you are not to start a fight with him.”
“What if he starts a fight with me?” Alucard asked amusedly.
“Please don't.” She directed her statement at the red demon.
“Can't make any promises.”
“Then you'll probably fit right in here.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Walter, will you show Agent Hellboy to his quarters?”
“Just Hellboy, I'm not with the Bureau anymore.”
“Hellboy then.” She smiled and rose from her feet. “Hopefully, we have no need of your services.”
“It'd be a change of pace.” Hellboy nodded to her before following Walter out of her office.
“Alucard, what brought you out of your hole?” She asked, clasping her hands behind her back.
“Why did you bring him here? He's not needed.”
“Are you jealous?” She asked, a devious smile spreading across her face.
“Jealous? Dear Master, I am a vampire, jealousy is a human emotion.”
“Spare me servant, vampires are creatures of pure jealousy, coveting the life they have lost. Tell me what brings you here. The attacks in the cemetery perhaps?”
“A werewolf.”
“It appears so, we have no leads on who though. Go out and start searching for clues.” She commanded. “Kill it if you find it.”
“Yes Sir, my Master.” Alucard bowed dramatically, before falling backwards through a black mass on the wall.
He was tall, nearly the same height as Alucard, and far more heavily built. Bright red skin, two large horns, cut off near to the skin came out of his brow just above his eyes. His legs were shorter and he had hooves for feet. Instead of a right hand, he had a stone one, the heavy looking appendage not seeming to give him any trouble. Carved into it were intricate ruins, and the hand itself only had four fingers.
Clothed in black shorts, held up by a large leather belt, a left handed pistol holster holding an unknown pistol was displayed prominently, as well as several charms. The rest of his clothing was made up of a thick tan trench coat, open to show his bare chest.
“Why not?” He asked, grabbing one with his normal left hand. Before Walter could light the cigar for him, Hellboy had already done so with his own beat up lighter. “Good stuff.”
“If I may be so bold as to ask, why did you accept our offer?”
“I'm just going wherever the wind takes me.”
“I see, the information we received from the BPRD was sketchy on your activities after you left their organization.”
“Lay it on me, what is it that you really need me here for? Get rid of your vampires? Beat up some demon that's threatening the countryside?”
“None of the above actually. We need you as a daytime guardian of the Institute. Till our new security force arrives, we are vulnerable during the day.”
“Why me?”
“We need someone with your special talents. The one who sent the ghouls and chip vampires to us recently, would know that we are vulnerable.”
“So? Vampires can't stand sunlight, you'd be safe with some rent a cops during the day.”
“That is the problem, this recent attack occurred at dusk, before nightfall.” At her answer, Hellboy raised an eyebrow. “Yes, there is someone manufacturing computer chips that turn humans into vampires capable of walking in the sun.”
“Why didn't the Bureau know about this?”
“You've been out of the loop for several years, and this is a recent problem. Our main goal is the destruction of the plants creating these chips.”
“Like cutting the head off a hydra I bet.”
“Indeed, focusing on the individual incidents only allows them more time to create more.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Anything that you want to do?” She asked, Hellboy's exploits among the paranormal world, would make him an excellent special agent for the Hellsing family. Certainly he wasn't any less destructive than Alucard, but Hellboy actually cared about loss of human life.
“I feel slighted.” Alucard's voice echoed through the room, the vampire in red stepping through the wall next to her father's painting. “Replacing me with a demon.” If Hellboy was shocked by the action, he didn't show it, taking a leisurely drag of his cigar.
“I was wondering when you would show up.” She commented leisurely, Alucard having remained out of sight since the attack on Hellsing. Integral wasn't sure on the reason why, but she was happy for the break from his attention. “Alucard, you are not to start a fight with him.”
“What if he starts a fight with me?” Alucard asked amusedly.
“Please don't.” She directed her statement at the red demon.
“Can't make any promises.”
“Then you'll probably fit right in here.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Walter, will you show Agent Hellboy to his quarters?”
“Just Hellboy, I'm not with the Bureau anymore.”
“Hellboy then.” She smiled and rose from her feet. “Hopefully, we have no need of your services.”
“It'd be a change of pace.” Hellboy nodded to her before following Walter out of her office.
“Alucard, what brought you out of your hole?” She asked, clasping her hands behind her back.
“Why did you bring him here? He's not needed.”
“Are you jealous?” She asked, a devious smile spreading across her face.
“Jealous? Dear Master, I am a vampire, jealousy is a human emotion.”
“Spare me servant, vampires are creatures of pure jealousy, coveting the life they have lost. Tell me what brings you here. The attacks in the cemetery perhaps?”
“A werewolf.”
“It appears so, we have no leads on who though. Go out and start searching for clues.” She commanded. “Kill it if you find it.”
“Yes Sir, my Master.” Alucard bowed dramatically, before falling backwards through a black mass on the wall.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by Nekomata-sensei » Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:44 pm
I dunno if I like you bringing Hellboy in, although it has great amusement potential, like Ranma, he seems stuck in a different sort of mood to Hellsing, although I suppose he would be good for sort of reassuring Ranma that monsters can have normal morals too, and thus rope back some of the excessive aspects of Alucard's influence. Either way, YAY! NEW CHAPTER! 
Oh, and this deserves a specific emocon!
Oh, and this deserves a specific emocon!
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:50 pm
Nekomata-sensei wrote:he seems stuck in a different sort of mood to Hellsing,
You're right, it's actually darker and more bleak. Literally the apocalypse is right around the corner in Hellboy, not just for humans, but for everything. I'm not talking about movie Hellboy, I'm doing the comic Hellboy.
although I suppose he would be good for sort of reassuring Ranma that monsters can have normal morals too,
Why on Earth would I want to do that?
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by Nekomata-sensei » Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:32 pm
LawOhki wrote:Why on Earth would I want to do that?
"Health, Learning & Virtue will ensure your happiness; they will give you a quiet conscience, private esteem & public honor." Thomas Jefferson (1743 - 1826)
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by borgrabbit » Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:55 pm
Carved into it were intricate ruins,
Carved into it were intricate runes,
I like the low to no spelling and grammar fubars. Yer good.
I like the built-in alt-1, etc. emoticons. They actually show up on FFN.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by Cheb » Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:47 pm
Prologue
who would interrupted him today.
On the one hand, bringing Hellboy in would be fun.
On the other hand, a crossover going multi is usually a bad sign.
who would interrupted him today.
On the one hand, bringing Hellboy in would be fun.
On the other hand, a crossover going multi is usually a bad sign.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by Eternal D. Chaos » Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:58 pm
It depends on how it's done. A third cross can work if it's light, as in Hellboy being more in the background and only coming forward every so often, or if he becomes a friend of Ranma's giving advice on things and making Ranma a better indevidual . 
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:11 pm
Cheb wrote:Prologue
who would interrupted him today.
On the one hand, bringing Hellboy in would be fun.
On the other hand, a crossover going multi is usually a bad sign.
He'll only be there for a little bit, and will only cause problems. The Hellboy timeline will remain separate, I'm not going to try and work them together or into any lasting thing. He's just a fill in until Hellsing's human force arrives, what better defense during the day than someone who would Alucard a run for his money?
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Wed Jan 06, 2010 2:39 pm
Hellboy has been removed, due to lack of time to properly use the character. Maybe in a side story.
Integra lightly chewing out Ranma
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“My soldiers are not vampires, they do not have the physical stamina to keep up with you, they also have duties at the moment beyond satisfying your ego trip.” Integral purposely blew smoke towards Ranma, hoping to distress him with the smell.
“Your soldiers are pathetic. I'm just trying to make them useful.” The red eyed vampire across from her replied.
“And they're useful right now?” She asked, jerking her thumb towards the window. “Half of them are laying on the ground, too tired to move.”
“Just need training, that's all.” Ranma shrugged.
“They don't need it from you.” Putting out her cigar, she folded her hands on top of her desk.
“Why not? I was a martial artist, I know how to train.”
“Because you are a vampire, you do not understand human limitations, and that's the end of it. Stop trying to train them in anyway.”
“But.”
“No buts, go find something to occupy your time with Ceres or Alucard. There's enough I have to worry about without you adding to it.”
“Fine, but don't say I didn't tell you so.” He said with a huff and stormed out of her office.
'He's becoming more and more uncontrollable.' She thought. Alucard didn't seemed to be curving Ranma's bad habits, the opposite appeared to be true, he appeared to be encouraging bad behavior while ignoring Ceres completely. Sighing, she rubbed at her temples, tired of having to deal with
Alucard's twisted sense of humor.
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Scene with the couple getting torn up by the werewolf.
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“Hey Ceres.” Ranma opened up the other vampires door without knocking, startling Ceres in the process. She had been laying on her bed staring at the ceiling, and quickly jumped up to a sitting position. Still dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, it didn't look like Ceres had even eaten when she had woken up.
“Ranma! Wha-what's going on?”
“Nothin, just wanted to hang out.” Sliding out a chair at her desk, he sat down. “Integra didn't like that I was trying to train the few soldiers that are left.” Ceres didn't respond other than a nod. Sitting in silence for nearly a minute, he tried to find his fingers interesting, feeling uncomfortable.
“Why do you even try to spend time with me?” Ceres finally asked without looking at him.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I mean, I'm not human, but I'm not really a vampire, and even Master doesn't want anything to do with me.” Picking her feet up off the floor, Ceres pushed herself back against the wall.
Having no thoughts on how to counter her statement, Ranma simply remained where he was in silence. He tried to figure out why she would have such low self esteem. The Captain Mason Fox often spent a great deal of time with Ceres. He was around her a lot. Alucard often tried to include Ceres, but she would find some reason not to be there. She was also certainly a vampire, so even that wasn't a real problem.
Growing completely uncomfortable with doing nothing due to the strong force of Cere's mental vibrations. He slipped off his shoes before sliding into a spot next to Ceres. Not close enough to touch her, but close enough that he hoped it would help stop her from sending out so many strong emotions. Ceres had other ideas because she quickly scooted closer and wrapped her arms around his chest to hug him.
“I don't know if I can be strong like you, maybe-- maybe I should have died.”
“That's stupid.” He couldn't even understand her logic. “Why would you want to be dead?”
“I'm useless, if I was gone it wouldn't matter one bit.” She sniffled.
“That's just not true. I mean, if you hadn't been defending the conference room, Integra and all those old guys would be dead now.”
“Walter would have been able to do it.” Ceres said without much conviction.
“That old guy? How could he have done more than you?”
“He has these amazing wire things and he's really fast.” She pulled away to look into his eyes.
“And aren't you really fast and strong?” He pointed out.
“Well yea.”
“See, you could have done just as good a job.” Nodding, he found no flaws in his logic.
“You really think that?”
“Why wouldn't I?” Carefully prying Ceres off of him, he slid off the bed. “Aren't you bored being cooped up? Let's go out and do something.”
“But Integra said we weren't supposed to leave in case we're attacked again.” Ceres half hearted protested.
“Who cares? Master can take care of anything that might happen.”
“That's true.”
“So get dressed and let's go.” With a quick application of vampiric power, he quickly exchanged out his Hellsing uniform for a set of civilian clothing.
“I don't know how to do that yet, so could you-- leave the room for a minute?”
“You do realize I know all about the female body right?”
“So?! I don't go around showing mine off!” Ceres quickly pushed him from the room and shut the door.
'Then why do you wear that goofy skirt?' He thought, leaning up against the wall. Unless it was something Walter was forcing her to do that, he had enough experience to know that old men got exponentially more perverted as they aged, and Walter was pretty old.
“Ready.” Ceres announced stepping through the door in a simple pair of black jeans, and a large dark blue sweater. “So where do you think we should go?” She asked as they headed up out of the dungeon.
“Somewhere around town? You've lived here more than me, don't you know any spots?”
“Ooh, we could stop at my old apartment. I completely forgot all about it.”
“Wouldn't your rent be way overdue?” He wondered.
“No, I paid for the whole year in advance. I should have a few months left.”
“You two going somewhere?” A familiar and unwelcomed voice asked. Marlowe, an incredibly rude soldier that hated him with a passion asked. He was guarding the main entrance, and was looking at them with disdain.
'Why did this idiot have to be out on a mission?' He wondered, sneering at the man. “We're going out.”
“I know Integra's orders are that the pets stick around.” Marlowe countered, tapping a hand on the mp5 slung across his shoulder.
“If you think you can stop us.” He threatened, sick of Marlowe blaming them for the deaths of the soldiers who had been in attendance. Seeing the man reach to grasp the grip of his weapon. Ranma quickly removed him of it, before bending the barrel to the side, and giving it back to him. “Don't ever try to draw a weapon on me again.”
X x x x x x
Entering into the three story apartment building, Ceres smiled at the familiar smell of the place. Pausing at the mail boxes, she out of habit searched for the key in a pocket before realizing that she hadn't had it for months. It was a good thing they were coming at night, a couple of officers she worked with while human likely still lived in the building. The landlord gave the police a generous discount, and the majority of tenants were officers. Concentrating, she used some of her mental powers to turn the lock, allowing her to pull open the door.
“Woah!” She hastily reached out to grab the mail that started to fall out. Behind her Ranma laughed lightly at her plight. Gathering up all the mail, she handed it to Ranma. “Here you go smart guy.”
“Hey!” He protested.
“Come on.” Taking off at a light jog, she ran up two flights of steps to reach her floor. Ranma easily followed behind her, and she stopped to stare at her door. Something felt off about entering her old apartment, like she was intruding upon another life. Shaking her head at the silly thought, it was her life, her apartment, no one elses. Using a similar trick as the mail box, she was able to open the door.
Stepping inside, she noticed immediately that the air was stale, so her first act was to open up a window. Ranma meanwhile dropped off her mail on the small table in the middle of the living room. Off to the left was a doorway leading into the only bedroom, and another that went into the bathroom. There was a small kitchenette attached to the living room, which she had never really used. Other than the table, the only furniture in the main room were several small tables placed around the outside.
“Nice place.” Ranma commented, moving to look at several pictures that she had sitting on the table next to the window she had just opened. “That your dad?” He asked, picking up the one with her sitting on her father's shoulder.
“Yes.” She answered slowly, uncomfortable with seeing her younger self. Her eyes had been blue until becoming a vampire, and she still found herself uncomfortable with having red now. “He's why I became a police officer.”
“Have you talked to him after becoming a vampire?” Ranma asked innocently.
“He's been dead a long time.” She took the picture from Ranma and put it back down on the table. “Him and my mother.” She added.
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
“Thank you.” She sniffled once, imagining her father being horrified that she had become something that preyed on humans. Her imagination also kicked in to give her a brief flash of the night both of them were murdered.
“Are you going to open your mail?” Ranma broke her out of staring at her father.
“Yea.” She gave her father one last glance before heading over to the table.
Integra lightly chewing out Ranma
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“My soldiers are not vampires, they do not have the physical stamina to keep up with you, they also have duties at the moment beyond satisfying your ego trip.” Integral purposely blew smoke towards Ranma, hoping to distress him with the smell.
“Your soldiers are pathetic. I'm just trying to make them useful.” The red eyed vampire across from her replied.
“And they're useful right now?” She asked, jerking her thumb towards the window. “Half of them are laying on the ground, too tired to move.”
“Just need training, that's all.” Ranma shrugged.
“They don't need it from you.” Putting out her cigar, she folded her hands on top of her desk.
“Why not? I was a martial artist, I know how to train.”
“Because you are a vampire, you do not understand human limitations, and that's the end of it. Stop trying to train them in anyway.”
“But.”
“No buts, go find something to occupy your time with Ceres or Alucard. There's enough I have to worry about without you adding to it.”
“Fine, but don't say I didn't tell you so.” He said with a huff and stormed out of her office.
'He's becoming more and more uncontrollable.' She thought. Alucard didn't seemed to be curving Ranma's bad habits, the opposite appeared to be true, he appeared to be encouraging bad behavior while ignoring Ceres completely. Sighing, she rubbed at her temples, tired of having to deal with
Alucard's twisted sense of humor.
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Scene with the couple getting torn up by the werewolf.
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“Hey Ceres.” Ranma opened up the other vampires door without knocking, startling Ceres in the process. She had been laying on her bed staring at the ceiling, and quickly jumped up to a sitting position. Still dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, it didn't look like Ceres had even eaten when she had woken up.
“Ranma! Wha-what's going on?”
“Nothin, just wanted to hang out.” Sliding out a chair at her desk, he sat down. “Integra didn't like that I was trying to train the few soldiers that are left.” Ceres didn't respond other than a nod. Sitting in silence for nearly a minute, he tried to find his fingers interesting, feeling uncomfortable.
“Why do you even try to spend time with me?” Ceres finally asked without looking at him.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I mean, I'm not human, but I'm not really a vampire, and even Master doesn't want anything to do with me.” Picking her feet up off the floor, Ceres pushed herself back against the wall.
Having no thoughts on how to counter her statement, Ranma simply remained where he was in silence. He tried to figure out why she would have such low self esteem. The Captain Mason Fox often spent a great deal of time with Ceres. He was around her a lot. Alucard often tried to include Ceres, but she would find some reason not to be there. She was also certainly a vampire, so even that wasn't a real problem.
Growing completely uncomfortable with doing nothing due to the strong force of Cere's mental vibrations. He slipped off his shoes before sliding into a spot next to Ceres. Not close enough to touch her, but close enough that he hoped it would help stop her from sending out so many strong emotions. Ceres had other ideas because she quickly scooted closer and wrapped her arms around his chest to hug him.
“I don't know if I can be strong like you, maybe-- maybe I should have died.”
“That's stupid.” He couldn't even understand her logic. “Why would you want to be dead?”
“I'm useless, if I was gone it wouldn't matter one bit.” She sniffled.
“That's just not true. I mean, if you hadn't been defending the conference room, Integra and all those old guys would be dead now.”
“Walter would have been able to do it.” Ceres said without much conviction.
“That old guy? How could he have done more than you?”
“He has these amazing wire things and he's really fast.” She pulled away to look into his eyes.
“And aren't you really fast and strong?” He pointed out.
“Well yea.”
“See, you could have done just as good a job.” Nodding, he found no flaws in his logic.
“You really think that?”
“Why wouldn't I?” Carefully prying Ceres off of him, he slid off the bed. “Aren't you bored being cooped up? Let's go out and do something.”
“But Integra said we weren't supposed to leave in case we're attacked again.” Ceres half hearted protested.
“Who cares? Master can take care of anything that might happen.”
“That's true.”
“So get dressed and let's go.” With a quick application of vampiric power, he quickly exchanged out his Hellsing uniform for a set of civilian clothing.
“I don't know how to do that yet, so could you-- leave the room for a minute?”
“You do realize I know all about the female body right?”
“So?! I don't go around showing mine off!” Ceres quickly pushed him from the room and shut the door.
'Then why do you wear that goofy skirt?' He thought, leaning up against the wall. Unless it was something Walter was forcing her to do that, he had enough experience to know that old men got exponentially more perverted as they aged, and Walter was pretty old.
“Ready.” Ceres announced stepping through the door in a simple pair of black jeans, and a large dark blue sweater. “So where do you think we should go?” She asked as they headed up out of the dungeon.
“Somewhere around town? You've lived here more than me, don't you know any spots?”
“Ooh, we could stop at my old apartment. I completely forgot all about it.”
“Wouldn't your rent be way overdue?” He wondered.
“No, I paid for the whole year in advance. I should have a few months left.”
“You two going somewhere?” A familiar and unwelcomed voice asked. Marlowe, an incredibly rude soldier that hated him with a passion asked. He was guarding the main entrance, and was looking at them with disdain.
'Why did this idiot have to be out on a mission?' He wondered, sneering at the man. “We're going out.”
“I know Integra's orders are that the pets stick around.” Marlowe countered, tapping a hand on the mp5 slung across his shoulder.
“If you think you can stop us.” He threatened, sick of Marlowe blaming them for the deaths of the soldiers who had been in attendance. Seeing the man reach to grasp the grip of his weapon. Ranma quickly removed him of it, before bending the barrel to the side, and giving it back to him. “Don't ever try to draw a weapon on me again.”
X x x x x x
Entering into the three story apartment building, Ceres smiled at the familiar smell of the place. Pausing at the mail boxes, she out of habit searched for the key in a pocket before realizing that she hadn't had it for months. It was a good thing they were coming at night, a couple of officers she worked with while human likely still lived in the building. The landlord gave the police a generous discount, and the majority of tenants were officers. Concentrating, she used some of her mental powers to turn the lock, allowing her to pull open the door.
“Woah!” She hastily reached out to grab the mail that started to fall out. Behind her Ranma laughed lightly at her plight. Gathering up all the mail, she handed it to Ranma. “Here you go smart guy.”
“Hey!” He protested.
“Come on.” Taking off at a light jog, she ran up two flights of steps to reach her floor. Ranma easily followed behind her, and she stopped to stare at her door. Something felt off about entering her old apartment, like she was intruding upon another life. Shaking her head at the silly thought, it was her life, her apartment, no one elses. Using a similar trick as the mail box, she was able to open the door.
Stepping inside, she noticed immediately that the air was stale, so her first act was to open up a window. Ranma meanwhile dropped off her mail on the small table in the middle of the living room. Off to the left was a doorway leading into the only bedroom, and another that went into the bathroom. There was a small kitchenette attached to the living room, which she had never really used. Other than the table, the only furniture in the main room were several small tables placed around the outside.
“Nice place.” Ranma commented, moving to look at several pictures that she had sitting on the table next to the window she had just opened. “That your dad?” He asked, picking up the one with her sitting on her father's shoulder.
“Yes.” She answered slowly, uncomfortable with seeing her younger self. Her eyes had been blue until becoming a vampire, and she still found herself uncomfortable with having red now. “He's why I became a police officer.”
“Have you talked to him after becoming a vampire?” Ranma asked innocently.
“He's been dead a long time.” She took the picture from Ranma and put it back down on the table. “Him and my mother.” She added.
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
“Thank you.” She sniffled once, imagining her father being horrified that she had become something that preyed on humans. Her imagination also kicked in to give her a brief flash of the night both of them were murdered.
“Are you going to open your mail?” Ranma broke her out of staring at her father.
“Yea.” She gave her father one last glance before heading over to the table.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Wed Jan 06, 2010 11:45 pm
The next night
Ranma had gained what he liked to think of as a healthy disrespect for Integral's order not to drink his food in the open. The soldiers were all worthless anyways, so why should he have to eat his meals off in some dark hole? Continuing to walk, he tiled his head back, and squeezed the bag to get the last few drops of blood from the pack.
Alucard's presence almost exploded into his perception when his Sire walked through the wall in front of him. “Something up?” He asked, having not seen Alucard since the invasion. It didn't seem like Alucard was avoiding him and Ceres, but he couldn't be sure.
“You've changed your hair.” Alucard noticed his lack of pigtail.
“Ah, well-- I don't know, just wanted a change.” Raising a hand, he picked at the now short hair at the back of his head where he had cut his pigtail off at the base. Alucard seemed to be in thought for a moment, but held his tongue.
“We have a task to perform.” With a flourish of his long jacket, Alucard headed down the hallway in the same direction he had been going. “Come, we have interesting prey to hunt this night.”
“Shouldn't we get Ceres?” He ran after Alucard, his question making the elder vampire pause.
“That is a good suggestion.” Alucard praised him. “Retrieve your weapons, and meet me at the Police Girl's room.”
“Sure.” Happy to get Ceres into the festivities, Ranma rushed off at high speed to retrieve his shotgun, and Ceres' ridiculously oversized canon.
X x x x x x
“So why are we walking through a graveyard?” Ranma asked, his shotgun slung across his back, and his hands in his Hellsing uniform pant pockets. Along with Ceres who was dressed in her uniform, they were walking alongside their Sire. The stars would have been hidden by the lights of the nearby city if the thick clouds hadn't been doing the job already.
“Last night a pair of humans were torn apart here.” Alucard answered, stopping at a spot of grass stained dark brown with blood. “And here I thought the last werewolf had been killed half a century ago.”
“A werewolf?” Ranma sniffed several times, there had been so much blood that the area still smelled strongly of it. Mixed in with it was the smell of wet canine fur, and something metallic besides the blood.
“I thought werewolves were just a myth.” Ceres said to herself outloud before realizing how absurd a vampire calling a werewolf a myth was.
“There's only one way to kill a werewolf, and that is to attack their heart with silver. Hmm, this one feels different.” Alucard walked further ahead to stand next to a headstone that had been sprayed with bits of flesh. Ranma narrowed his eyes, a familiar scent catching his nose, but evading recognition. Alucard seemed to be looking in one direction and all directions at one time, before he headed off into the cemetery.
“The very young have no control of themselves. They change at the mercy of the moon, desiring the flesh of humans becomes the only thing in their minds.” Alucard paused. “This one is very young, perhaps this is even his first full moon.”
“So how does this help us stop it from killing humans?” He asked, thinking that they hadn't really needed to come all this way for a lecture.
“Werewolves do not like to move their hunting grounds. When the human side of them moves, it makes the animal side all the more uncontrollable to be suddenly in a strange new area until the two parts of their personality have become one.” Alucard reached into his coat and pulled out his new black pistol. “Both of you spread out and search.” He commanded.
Pulling his shotgun off from around his back. He let the weapon hang from his right shoulder pointed forward, ready to be aimed at a moments notice. The cemetery was decorated with many trees that cut off a person's sight, and gave an almost infinite amount of hiding places for the werewolf to hide. It was also nearly a square kilometer, so there was a lot of area to cover.
X x x x x x
Integral stepped out of her car after Walter had opened the door to survey the entrance to the West Norwood Cemetery. The area looked peaceful enough, pleasant even, but she knew better. This place that looked like a park, lined with headstones, graves, and crypts was a place of death for humans. She didn't even believe herself safe outside, even with six soldiers in a protective barrier around her.
Having never had to deal with a werewolf, she was relying purely on information that her father had passed on to her. A werewolf could never be trusted around humans. Even as they grew older and gained control, their urge to feed would never be.
The sudden arrival of a werewolf was disturbing in and of itself. Was it part of whoever was creating the freak chips plan? Have they branched out into creating other monsters? Now that ghouls had desecrated her home, and crippled her strike force, did they feel they had the upper hand?
X x x x x x
The sky began to clear above him, allowing the full moon to Ranma smelt the werewolf before he saw it, raising his gun up into a proper firing position, he moved slowly, stopping occasionally to search for the other monster. Stepping around a headstone, he froze, and focused his vision to his back without turning around. Crouched in front of a large stone building was a black wolf, standing well over a meter at the shoulder.
'Let's see how you like this fluffy.' He thought, spinning around and bringing his gun up to aim at the werewolf. The animal didn't move until he pulled the trigger to fire one round. Without moving a muscle the animal flowed like a mist around the multiple silver shot that ripped into the building.
“What the?” He gasped, quickly trying to aim at the mist form that snaked around several headstones. Firing off several more rounds, his only effect was to destroy brimstone. In a flash the mist was upon him, and a gigantic paw appeared from the left ripping his weapon from him. Powerful jaws quickly latched on to his left arm before violently ripping the limb from him.
Screaming out in surprise, he hastily tried to reform his missing body part, but he had to jump away when another paw tried to rip through his chest. There was no time to react again because the werewolf was already launching itself towards him in a physical form. Able to reform his missing arm, Ranma caught the beats jaws as they tried to close around his head.
Digging into the soft grass under his feet as he was pushed backwards due to the great weight of the beast. Coming to a halt, he had a moment to stare up into a throat big enough to fit his head through, before it became a mist again, and sharp claws ripped through his back. Unable to even voice the pain he now felt, Ranma fell to the ground, his rip cage, spine, and several organs having been destroyed.
Dissolving himself into a puddle of black fire, the werewolf again pounced on him, biting and gnashing it's teeth in a vain attempt to grab on to him. Concentrating, Ranma changed his shape to rapidly become spikes that shot upwards through the werewolf. The beast howled in pain before dissolving into mist and snaking it's way off to a safe distance from the spikes.
Shifting back into a blob, Ranma reformed into female form to face off again with the werewolf physically. Wincing, the damage she had sustained before to her back was still bothering her, and her left arm still felt off. 'This thing isn't just hurting me physically.' She reasoned, feeling a sudden jolt of fear. Glancing over to where her shotgun lay, she would have to get to it, or else she didn't stand a chance of winning, only being turned into little strips of meat.
'And where is Master?' She thought, knowing that he should have heard the gunshots earlier.
She didn't have the option of waiting, the werewolf coming in quickly to her right, teeth larger than her fingers nearly closing in around her right thigh. Bring her elbow down, she struck the beast in the nose, driving it into the grass. Taking the opportunity, she ran towards her shotgun, only to be tripped up when her leg below the knee and to the ankle was grabbed by the werewolf. Beating ineffectually on the monsters head, it placed a large paw on the small of her back, and violently shook it's head.
“Damn it.” She used her free leg to kick the werewolf as hard as possible from her position. With a whine of pain, it released her to run in a circle to attack her head. Repairing her leg, she leaped over the jaws at the last moment to land on the werewolves head, with another push she vaulted up into the air directly towards her gun. Landing awkwardly, she tumbled several times, but came up with her shotgun trained on the rapidly advancing werewolf.
Seeming to realize it's plight, the wolf attempted to turn, possibly wanting to become mist again. It never got the chance as she emptied three shots directly into it's flank. Rolling to the side, she avoided the black furred form that dropped and slid across the ground she had been occupying.
Breathing heavily, weak from the damage she had taken, Ranma rose to her feet, keeping her weapon trained on the werewolf. Quickly she scanned to see if she had caught his heart with any silver, and found that they had missed or not penetrated enough. Deciding to finish the job, she took aim to empty the rest of the magazine into the beast. The werewolf gave a shuddering breath and the wolf form gave way to a human one. Nearly dropping her shotgun, she gasped at who it was.
“Ryoga!”
Ranma had gained what he liked to think of as a healthy disrespect for Integral's order not to drink his food in the open. The soldiers were all worthless anyways, so why should he have to eat his meals off in some dark hole? Continuing to walk, he tiled his head back, and squeezed the bag to get the last few drops of blood from the pack.
Alucard's presence almost exploded into his perception when his Sire walked through the wall in front of him. “Something up?” He asked, having not seen Alucard since the invasion. It didn't seem like Alucard was avoiding him and Ceres, but he couldn't be sure.
“You've changed your hair.” Alucard noticed his lack of pigtail.
“Ah, well-- I don't know, just wanted a change.” Raising a hand, he picked at the now short hair at the back of his head where he had cut his pigtail off at the base. Alucard seemed to be in thought for a moment, but held his tongue.
“We have a task to perform.” With a flourish of his long jacket, Alucard headed down the hallway in the same direction he had been going. “Come, we have interesting prey to hunt this night.”
“Shouldn't we get Ceres?” He ran after Alucard, his question making the elder vampire pause.
“That is a good suggestion.” Alucard praised him. “Retrieve your weapons, and meet me at the Police Girl's room.”
“Sure.” Happy to get Ceres into the festivities, Ranma rushed off at high speed to retrieve his shotgun, and Ceres' ridiculously oversized canon.
X x x x x x
“So why are we walking through a graveyard?” Ranma asked, his shotgun slung across his back, and his hands in his Hellsing uniform pant pockets. Along with Ceres who was dressed in her uniform, they were walking alongside their Sire. The stars would have been hidden by the lights of the nearby city if the thick clouds hadn't been doing the job already.
“Last night a pair of humans were torn apart here.” Alucard answered, stopping at a spot of grass stained dark brown with blood. “And here I thought the last werewolf had been killed half a century ago.”
“A werewolf?” Ranma sniffed several times, there had been so much blood that the area still smelled strongly of it. Mixed in with it was the smell of wet canine fur, and something metallic besides the blood.
“I thought werewolves were just a myth.” Ceres said to herself outloud before realizing how absurd a vampire calling a werewolf a myth was.
“There's only one way to kill a werewolf, and that is to attack their heart with silver. Hmm, this one feels different.” Alucard walked further ahead to stand next to a headstone that had been sprayed with bits of flesh. Ranma narrowed his eyes, a familiar scent catching his nose, but evading recognition. Alucard seemed to be looking in one direction and all directions at one time, before he headed off into the cemetery.
“The very young have no control of themselves. They change at the mercy of the moon, desiring the flesh of humans becomes the only thing in their minds.” Alucard paused. “This one is very young, perhaps this is even his first full moon.”
“So how does this help us stop it from killing humans?” He asked, thinking that they hadn't really needed to come all this way for a lecture.
“Werewolves do not like to move their hunting grounds. When the human side of them moves, it makes the animal side all the more uncontrollable to be suddenly in a strange new area until the two parts of their personality have become one.” Alucard reached into his coat and pulled out his new black pistol. “Both of you spread out and search.” He commanded.
Pulling his shotgun off from around his back. He let the weapon hang from his right shoulder pointed forward, ready to be aimed at a moments notice. The cemetery was decorated with many trees that cut off a person's sight, and gave an almost infinite amount of hiding places for the werewolf to hide. It was also nearly a square kilometer, so there was a lot of area to cover.
X x x x x x
Integral stepped out of her car after Walter had opened the door to survey the entrance to the West Norwood Cemetery. The area looked peaceful enough, pleasant even, but she knew better. This place that looked like a park, lined with headstones, graves, and crypts was a place of death for humans. She didn't even believe herself safe outside, even with six soldiers in a protective barrier around her.
Having never had to deal with a werewolf, she was relying purely on information that her father had passed on to her. A werewolf could never be trusted around humans. Even as they grew older and gained control, their urge to feed would never be.
The sudden arrival of a werewolf was disturbing in and of itself. Was it part of whoever was creating the freak chips plan? Have they branched out into creating other monsters? Now that ghouls had desecrated her home, and crippled her strike force, did they feel they had the upper hand?
X x x x x x
The sky began to clear above him, allowing the full moon to Ranma smelt the werewolf before he saw it, raising his gun up into a proper firing position, he moved slowly, stopping occasionally to search for the other monster. Stepping around a headstone, he froze, and focused his vision to his back without turning around. Crouched in front of a large stone building was a black wolf, standing well over a meter at the shoulder.
'Let's see how you like this fluffy.' He thought, spinning around and bringing his gun up to aim at the werewolf. The animal didn't move until he pulled the trigger to fire one round. Without moving a muscle the animal flowed like a mist around the multiple silver shot that ripped into the building.
“What the?” He gasped, quickly trying to aim at the mist form that snaked around several headstones. Firing off several more rounds, his only effect was to destroy brimstone. In a flash the mist was upon him, and a gigantic paw appeared from the left ripping his weapon from him. Powerful jaws quickly latched on to his left arm before violently ripping the limb from him.
Screaming out in surprise, he hastily tried to reform his missing body part, but he had to jump away when another paw tried to rip through his chest. There was no time to react again because the werewolf was already launching itself towards him in a physical form. Able to reform his missing arm, Ranma caught the beats jaws as they tried to close around his head.
Digging into the soft grass under his feet as he was pushed backwards due to the great weight of the beast. Coming to a halt, he had a moment to stare up into a throat big enough to fit his head through, before it became a mist again, and sharp claws ripped through his back. Unable to even voice the pain he now felt, Ranma fell to the ground, his rip cage, spine, and several organs having been destroyed.
Dissolving himself into a puddle of black fire, the werewolf again pounced on him, biting and gnashing it's teeth in a vain attempt to grab on to him. Concentrating, Ranma changed his shape to rapidly become spikes that shot upwards through the werewolf. The beast howled in pain before dissolving into mist and snaking it's way off to a safe distance from the spikes.
Shifting back into a blob, Ranma reformed into female form to face off again with the werewolf physically. Wincing, the damage she had sustained before to her back was still bothering her, and her left arm still felt off. 'This thing isn't just hurting me physically.' She reasoned, feeling a sudden jolt of fear. Glancing over to where her shotgun lay, she would have to get to it, or else she didn't stand a chance of winning, only being turned into little strips of meat.
'And where is Master?' She thought, knowing that he should have heard the gunshots earlier.
She didn't have the option of waiting, the werewolf coming in quickly to her right, teeth larger than her fingers nearly closing in around her right thigh. Bring her elbow down, she struck the beast in the nose, driving it into the grass. Taking the opportunity, she ran towards her shotgun, only to be tripped up when her leg below the knee and to the ankle was grabbed by the werewolf. Beating ineffectually on the monsters head, it placed a large paw on the small of her back, and violently shook it's head.
“Damn it.” She used her free leg to kick the werewolf as hard as possible from her position. With a whine of pain, it released her to run in a circle to attack her head. Repairing her leg, she leaped over the jaws at the last moment to land on the werewolves head, with another push she vaulted up into the air directly towards her gun. Landing awkwardly, she tumbled several times, but came up with her shotgun trained on the rapidly advancing werewolf.
Seeming to realize it's plight, the wolf attempted to turn, possibly wanting to become mist again. It never got the chance as she emptied three shots directly into it's flank. Rolling to the side, she avoided the black furred form that dropped and slid across the ground she had been occupying.
Breathing heavily, weak from the damage she had taken, Ranma rose to her feet, keeping her weapon trained on the werewolf. Quickly she scanned to see if she had caught his heart with any silver, and found that they had missed or not penetrated enough. Deciding to finish the job, she took aim to empty the rest of the magazine into the beast. The werewolf gave a shuddering breath and the wolf form gave way to a human one. Nearly dropping her shotgun, she gasped at who it was.
“Ryoga!”
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by timdraco » Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:30 pm
oooh love the story and love the cliffie! keep up the good work!
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by borgrabbit » Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:23 pm
Alucard didn't seemed to be curving Ranma's bad habits,
curbing
Ranma quickly removed him of it, before bending the barrel
relieved
Continuing to walk, he tiled his head back,
tilted
Ryoga? Cliffhanger? You're eeevil.
Old fart.
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Diagonally parked in a parallel universe. Today's cliche is next century's classic.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by LawOhki » Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:14 pm
Whimpering, Ryoga tried to block out the horrific pain in his right side. Up until a moment ago he had thought himself warm in his sleeping bag. But now he was laying naked on his side in the middle of a graveyard, bleeding all over the ground, with each breath spreading a white hot fire all over his body.
“Hold still.” Ranma commanded him. “I need to get these out of you.”
“Ranma?” He asked weakly, confused over why his rival would be here, and what she had to remove. His eyes widened when Ranma held out her hands and they turned into dozens of small black tendrils of flame that snaked over and into his body. Writhing in pain, he could do nothing to stop Ranma's torture until a minute later the last tendril pulled away from his body.
“Sorry.” Ranma apologized, her hands returning to normal. “But I had to get the silver out.”
“What silver?” He asked, already feeling much better.
“I shot you a few times.” Ranma admitted.
“Why would you do that?” Ryoga knew that Ranma was screwed up from something but to shoot him for no reason?
“You don't remember?”
“Remember what?”
“Ranma!” He heard a female voice call before a blonde he remembered came to a stop kneeling next to Ranma with a giant canon slung over her shoulder.
Ryoga didn't understand what the two were saying to each other since Ranma had switched back to English. But he did feel a lot better, so he tried to rise to a sitting position.
“Here's some pants.” Ranma handed him a pair of beige pants like she was wearing. Realizing that he was naked in front of a girl, he blushed fiercely and reopened his wounds by how fast he put them on. Looking down, he saw dozens of small holes that dotted his side.
“How?” He paused, no way could he be shot, and recover so quickly. “Ranma, what's going on?” He demanded.
X x x x x x
(Uh Master, I need some help.) Ranma sent a telepathic communication to her Sire.
(Help with what? Both of you should have been able to hand a newborn werewolf.) Alucard replied lazily.
(I did that.)
(Then why do you need my assistance?)
(I can't kill him, he's a friend.)
(Oh?) Alucard's mental voice sounded extremely amused.
(What should I do?)
(Ask our Master what to do.)
'Ugh, why did he have to say that?' She groaned, coming back to the physical world. “Alright Ryoga, this may be kind of hard to accept but-- you're not really human anymore.”
“I'm not falling for any kind of tricks Ranma.” The lost boy crossed his arms.
“Oh yea? Why don't you remember getting here then?”
“Uh--.” Ryoga couldn't answer. “I get lost.”
“Or how about the fact that you have nearly healed from multiple shotgun blasts in less than fifteen minutes.”
“That is a little hard to explain.” Ryoga admitted.
“Do you remember being attacked by a big wolf? Anything else strange?”
“Well there was that one guy.” Ryoga started.
“What guy?” Ceres asked, joining the conversation.
“I don't really remember what he looked like, but he gave me this little computer chip thingie. I was about to ask him why he would give me it, when all these wires shot out of it and it buried itself in my hand.” Ryoga stared down at his right hand, lost in thought.
Ranma focused her vision to try and locate the freak chip that would be buried in Ryoga. Looking beneath his skin, Ranma couldn't find any trace of the object.
“I woke up later, and I felt it under my skin.” Ryoga suddenly added. “So I pulled it out.”
Ranma breathed a sigh of relief, remembering Jan Valentine bursting into flames because whoever had given him the chip had pulled the plug. “That's what did it Ryoga, you're a werewolf now.”
This had very disturbing implications. All the chip vampires had been weak, simply flesh with extra strength. Ryoga though, had become a true monster. If actual werewolves could be created in numbers like the chip vampires, or actual vampires, no one would be able to combat them. How could anyone fight an army of vampires, let alone do so when they were the neighbors and family of those who would die first.
“Come on.” She hauled Ryoga up to his feet, having some difficulty herself to stand steady. “Let's see what Integra has to say. Maybe she'll let you come help us out. You could get back at the people who did this to you. I'm sure everything will be alright.”
“I still don't really believe it.” Ryoga pouted, his nose twitching. “Why do you smell so funny?” He asked.
“Cause I'm a vampire dummy.”
“No you smell like a dog.”
“Ryoga, you chewed me up like a chew toy, and you're the only dog here.” She shook her head.
“Better than you calling me a pig.” He rolled his eyes.
X x x x x x
Ceres was happy Ranma's friend hadn't become a mindless monster like the chip vampires. From the looks of things he still wasn't in complete control of himself, but being hit by a silver bullet had forced back to human form and sanity. Later he wouldn't even have that problem, so the problem was resolving without another innocent death.
Integral didn't look happy the moment she saw them. Alucard was leaning casually against the brick wall next to her, his arms crossed lazily across his chest. For a moment she wondered why the elder vampire had let her and Ranma, specifically Ranma, do all the work.
“Is this the werewolf?” Integral asked sternly. “I recognize him from before.”
“Well yea.” Ranma answered. “It was one of those chip things that did it.”
“I see.” Integral took a moment to inspect Ryoga visually. “And why is he still living?”
“He's in control see, he doesn't have to die.” Ranma explained happily, while Ryoga looked lost on the conversation.
“Alucard.” Integral looked over to the vampire who was no longer leaning against the wall. Ceres' ears were hit by the explosive sound of Alucard's new pistol being fire. Ryoga's body jerked with the force, a hole the size of his head having been drive through his heart. The Japanese boy's eyes attempted to look down before his body simply collapsed to the ground.
“RYOGA!” Ranma cried out, staring down at the still living body.
“What did you do that for?!” Ceres demanded of Integral.
“The Hellsing Institute is not a home for wayward monsters.” Integral answered coldly.
“But he was fine!” She protested.
“He was fine at this moment, in another hour he may start on a rampage, killing anyone in his sight.” Integral answered.
Ceres shook with rage at the cruel and casual way that Integral had ordered Ryoga's execution. Her eyes fell on Ranma, who was kneeling and holding Ryoga's face in her hands. Her eyes softened, feeling the despair that Ranma was feeling. Crouching down next to the other vampire, she put an arm across the smaller girl's back. Instantly Ranma knocked her arm away and stood up to face Integral.
“Ranma what are you doing?” She stepped around Ranma to see that the other vampire had streaks of blood coming from her eyes.
“We'll return to the mansion.” Integral commanded the soldiers around her briefly before noticing Ranma.
“I told him it'd be alright.” Ranma said through clenched teeth. “He just needed help.”
“He was.” Integral started to explain some of her reasoning when Ranma stopped her.
“Shut up!” Ranma yelled, looking like she was going to attack Integral. Ceres looked rapidly between the two, wondering if Ranma would also being among the truly dead tonight as well. The soldiers near Integral raised their weapons to point at Ranma reluctantly. Closing her eyes and looking away, Ranma vanished from sight.
“Hold still.” Ranma commanded him. “I need to get these out of you.”
“Ranma?” He asked weakly, confused over why his rival would be here, and what she had to remove. His eyes widened when Ranma held out her hands and they turned into dozens of small black tendrils of flame that snaked over and into his body. Writhing in pain, he could do nothing to stop Ranma's torture until a minute later the last tendril pulled away from his body.
“Sorry.” Ranma apologized, her hands returning to normal. “But I had to get the silver out.”
“What silver?” He asked, already feeling much better.
“I shot you a few times.” Ranma admitted.
“Why would you do that?” Ryoga knew that Ranma was screwed up from something but to shoot him for no reason?
“You don't remember?”
“Remember what?”
“Ranma!” He heard a female voice call before a blonde he remembered came to a stop kneeling next to Ranma with a giant canon slung over her shoulder.
Ryoga didn't understand what the two were saying to each other since Ranma had switched back to English. But he did feel a lot better, so he tried to rise to a sitting position.
“Here's some pants.” Ranma handed him a pair of beige pants like she was wearing. Realizing that he was naked in front of a girl, he blushed fiercely and reopened his wounds by how fast he put them on. Looking down, he saw dozens of small holes that dotted his side.
“How?” He paused, no way could he be shot, and recover so quickly. “Ranma, what's going on?” He demanded.
X x x x x x
(Uh Master, I need some help.) Ranma sent a telepathic communication to her Sire.
(Help with what? Both of you should have been able to hand a newborn werewolf.) Alucard replied lazily.
(I did that.)
(Then why do you need my assistance?)
(I can't kill him, he's a friend.)
(Oh?) Alucard's mental voice sounded extremely amused.
(What should I do?)
(Ask our Master what to do.)
'Ugh, why did he have to say that?' She groaned, coming back to the physical world. “Alright Ryoga, this may be kind of hard to accept but-- you're not really human anymore.”
“I'm not falling for any kind of tricks Ranma.” The lost boy crossed his arms.
“Oh yea? Why don't you remember getting here then?”
“Uh--.” Ryoga couldn't answer. “I get lost.”
“Or how about the fact that you have nearly healed from multiple shotgun blasts in less than fifteen minutes.”
“That is a little hard to explain.” Ryoga admitted.
“Do you remember being attacked by a big wolf? Anything else strange?”
“Well there was that one guy.” Ryoga started.
“What guy?” Ceres asked, joining the conversation.
“I don't really remember what he looked like, but he gave me this little computer chip thingie. I was about to ask him why he would give me it, when all these wires shot out of it and it buried itself in my hand.” Ryoga stared down at his right hand, lost in thought.
Ranma focused her vision to try and locate the freak chip that would be buried in Ryoga. Looking beneath his skin, Ranma couldn't find any trace of the object.
“I woke up later, and I felt it under my skin.” Ryoga suddenly added. “So I pulled it out.”
Ranma breathed a sigh of relief, remembering Jan Valentine bursting into flames because whoever had given him the chip had pulled the plug. “That's what did it Ryoga, you're a werewolf now.”
This had very disturbing implications. All the chip vampires had been weak, simply flesh with extra strength. Ryoga though, had become a true monster. If actual werewolves could be created in numbers like the chip vampires, or actual vampires, no one would be able to combat them. How could anyone fight an army of vampires, let alone do so when they were the neighbors and family of those who would die first.
“Come on.” She hauled Ryoga up to his feet, having some difficulty herself to stand steady. “Let's see what Integra has to say. Maybe she'll let you come help us out. You could get back at the people who did this to you. I'm sure everything will be alright.”
“I still don't really believe it.” Ryoga pouted, his nose twitching. “Why do you smell so funny?” He asked.
“Cause I'm a vampire dummy.”
“No you smell like a dog.”
“Ryoga, you chewed me up like a chew toy, and you're the only dog here.” She shook her head.
“Better than you calling me a pig.” He rolled his eyes.
X x x x x x
Ceres was happy Ranma's friend hadn't become a mindless monster like the chip vampires. From the looks of things he still wasn't in complete control of himself, but being hit by a silver bullet had forced back to human form and sanity. Later he wouldn't even have that problem, so the problem was resolving without another innocent death.
Integral didn't look happy the moment she saw them. Alucard was leaning casually against the brick wall next to her, his arms crossed lazily across his chest. For a moment she wondered why the elder vampire had let her and Ranma, specifically Ranma, do all the work.
“Is this the werewolf?” Integral asked sternly. “I recognize him from before.”
“Well yea.” Ranma answered. “It was one of those chip things that did it.”
“I see.” Integral took a moment to inspect Ryoga visually. “And why is he still living?”
“He's in control see, he doesn't have to die.” Ranma explained happily, while Ryoga looked lost on the conversation.
“Alucard.” Integral looked over to the vampire who was no longer leaning against the wall. Ceres' ears were hit by the explosive sound of Alucard's new pistol being fire. Ryoga's body jerked with the force, a hole the size of his head having been drive through his heart. The Japanese boy's eyes attempted to look down before his body simply collapsed to the ground.
“RYOGA!” Ranma cried out, staring down at the still living body.
“What did you do that for?!” Ceres demanded of Integral.
“The Hellsing Institute is not a home for wayward monsters.” Integral answered coldly.
“But he was fine!” She protested.
“He was fine at this moment, in another hour he may start on a rampage, killing anyone in his sight.” Integral answered.
Ceres shook with rage at the cruel and casual way that Integral had ordered Ryoga's execution. Her eyes fell on Ranma, who was kneeling and holding Ryoga's face in her hands. Her eyes softened, feeling the despair that Ranma was feeling. Crouching down next to the other vampire, she put an arm across the smaller girl's back. Instantly Ranma knocked her arm away and stood up to face Integral.
“Ranma what are you doing?” She stepped around Ranma to see that the other vampire had streaks of blood coming from her eyes.
“We'll return to the mansion.” Integral commanded the soldiers around her briefly before noticing Ranma.
“I told him it'd be alright.” Ranma said through clenched teeth. “He just needed help.”
“He was.” Integral started to explain some of her reasoning when Ranma stopped her.
“Shut up!” Ranma yelled, looking like she was going to attack Integral. Ceres looked rapidly between the two, wondering if Ranma would also being among the truly dead tonight as well. The soldiers near Integral raised their weapons to point at Ranma reluctantly. Closing her eyes and looking away, Ranma vanished from sight.
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Re: Ranma's Eternal Night 8 - Oh Hell
by borgrabbit » Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:25 pm
Seems rather short sighted of Hellsing to kill Ryoga out of hand. It would have been an excellent opportunity to study ways to control or contain the chipped. Now, she's alienated Ranma as well.
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Diagonally parked in a parallel universe. Today's cliche is next century's classic.
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