The Stranger In Red: Seras Victoria Quest (F:NV/Hellsing Abridged)

Now that I've sated my thirst for knowledge, it's time to sate another kind of thirst. I was out in the desert for a week, and this fucker's friends only gave me a small bit of blood. Leaning in, I looked him in the eyes before giving him every reason I'm going to rip his head off. I'm hungry, thirsty, and absolutely pissed.

"Listen here you twat, I know you're thinking that you're hot shit, but I'm going to prove you wrong now." Getting a good grasp on his head, I heard him begin yelling in a higher and higher pitch before his head popped off like the cork of a wine bottle. It took about two seconds, and I could already smell the scent of blood in the air. Taking my share of blood before I got his soul, I realized something. This guy was B- Blood Type, kind of fitting considering he was nothing but an asshole.

Now then, with that little tidbit out of the way, let's see if I can't find a place to sleep. 'Preferably a place where you and I can have some alone time.' Pip, I'd absolutely love to right now, but my skin is burnt red and I can feel it starting to peel. 'Alright dear, I'll be hanging around here.' A familiar sensation went to my chest, and I rolled my eyes.

Always the romantic...

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After an hour of walking, I noticed that there were only a few things to worry about. Mostly the giant ants, the fucking shopping cart sized scorpions, and then there was a lot of other creatures that scared me. Mostly arachnids, and the skinless ghouls running around at night. Yeah, and I also learned something new about ghouls, some of them are radioactive.

Like don't get me wrong, as much as I'd love a drink right now, but I'd rather not turn into Deadpool. As awesome as he is, turning into a walking tumor that gets shot in the head nine times out of ten isn't fun.

Moving on from that, I managed to find a cave to sleep in until I can deal with the red skin. Also another thing, owowowowowowowow, everything stings when I move, it feels like someone keeps poking me with a needle. Sure the blood from Wolf-Head managed to mitigate the problem, but right now rest sounds like a great idea.

Now I'm just gonna sleep, and hope the burn is gone by morning.

...

...Sleep?

Damn it.

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So after another restless night, I'm tired, hungry, and I feel like shit...But on the plus side, I can see a road leading to some sort of outpost just up ahead. Maybe I can find something there?

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[] Follow the Road to...
-[] The Outpost
-[] The North, something good has to be there.

[] Write In...

Walking on the road, the clouds had taken over the sky, before dumping a large amount of rain onto the ground. Cursing my luck once more, I kept walking until I noticed a trio of guys dressed up in some sort of blue uniform. Their leader was a tall motherfucker with a beard, carrying a sledge hammer and an M1911...I'd like to say either A1 or A2. His friend was carrying a Browning Hi-Power, wearing a ballistic vest marked NCR and currently hiding in a broken truck to escape the rain. As for the third, scrawny looking bastard wearing a threadbare coat and scratching his arm every three seconds.

"Well well, looks like a pretty lil' thing decides to pass through our territory." The leader of the trio called out, grabbing his sledge hammer. Within a few minutes the others had their weapons drawn, and Twitchy had pulled out a makeshift pocket knife. "Listen here sugar, I suggest you hand over anything of value before anyone gets hurt."

'Is this miserable pile of waste serious Seras?' I don't know Pip, but these fuckers have a death wish if they want to shake me down. 'Well...I'd love to shake you down.' Again, later Pip. As I was thinking of what to do, I heard the big bastard cough a little.

"Time's ticking sugar." Fuck it, Pip, waste Twitchy and Hi-Power, I'll take MC Hammer. 'With pleasure!' The French Mercenary manifested with his Model New Army, the weapon still with him after all these years. Twitchy didn't have time to react as his head was blasted in half, same with Hi-Power as a .45 Long Colt passed through his throat.

As for Hammer, he managed to get a good hit in. A heavy sledgehammer to the face knocked my jaw out of place, and after a few (painful) minutes putting it back in place, I split him from pelvis to skull. Got a good bit of blood from them, a bit watered down from the rain, but better than nothing at all.

Leaving the now desiccated corpses behind, I kept moving to the Outpost.

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I was greeted by a large scrap statue of two soldiers shaking hands, and it looked...Actually pretty decent despite the heavy rain. Making my way to the nearest building, I was stopped by a duo of guards.

"Sorry ma'am, if you're looking to get out of the Mojave you're gonna have to get in line." Beg pardon? I asked for more information, considering that I knew the Mojave was in the states but I didn't know the situation. "Legion's been pounding us pretty good, feels like the Correctional Facility Showers if you asked around." Ah, a classic 'drop the soap' joke, though where the hell can I get a drink? "And if you're looking for a drink, try the canteen just behind us." Thanking the two, I stepped inside.

Once I was out of the rain, I figured a few drinks wouldn't hurt, though there are a few faces I can talk to.

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[] Talk to...
-[] ...the red headed girl with the O/U Shotgun next to her, she seems to be drowning her sorrows for some reason. A good talk wouldn't hurt, and maybe I can get some clues as to what's happening.

-[] ...a golden haired girl that just walked in, wearing leather armor and carrying a pistol of some kind...Where have I seen that gun before? Anyways, she seems new, though the two scars on her forehead show that she knows a thing or two about taking blows.

-[] ...The bartender.

[] Write In...