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Dying is Relieving(Hellsing OC)

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Chapter 7
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    • This is, to be honest, my first time of writing a battle scene. Tell me what you think about it.​


    Chapter 7- Battle​

    Father Alexander Anderson is a man of many things.

    First and foremost, he's a fanatic of the Catholic, which made him to be the man we're seeing this day. Not only that, he's also known as many names, with the Bayonet Priest came first to mind. Then he's also the soon-to-be Alucard's arch-rival until he transformed himself to the monster of God.

    To say that he's terrifying is like saying that Cthulhu is just some random monster that's just a little bit strong than the others. To say that he's powerful would be like saying that my father was an abusive little prick. To say that he's awesome would be like calling names to that fat kid in school nobody likes to play with.

    To say I was terrified to him would be like saying I wasn't terrified to him.

    I gulped, looking at the unconscious vampire on my shoulder. There were only a few ways I could escape from the human monster behind me. The first and clearest one would be to abandon the deadweight on my shoulder and high tailed it from there, but that would still end up being unpleasant if I went back to Millennium empty handed.

    Then there's the shonen way, to fight Anderson like a 'true' man would, all the while I would carry the little prick on my shoulder. I utterly and mercilessly kicked that plan in the nuts.

    I chose way number three.

    My hand snapped to the fake priest's head, and in quick succession, I tore it from his body, threw it down to the floor and crushed in under my boot, all the while storing the fake Anderson's body.

    Diplomacy.

    "Uh, so listen," I started, turning around to—

    A flash of a blade came straight down to my head. Quickly, without even confirming my brain, I shifted my body's density to my forehead. There was a loud clang and my head snapped back as burning pain seared to my forehead, and neck.

    "You undead heathen, corrupting the body of the Lord with your dirty foot. Know your place, heathen!" The Father Anderson shouted.

    Slowly, I found myself regenerating slowly as I snapped my neck back to its place, ignoring the stinging of my forehead as I plucked the damned bayonet from my forehead, ignoring the burning sensation as I flicked it back to Anderson who caught it as easily like a father with his bat.

    I may or may not lose my control back there.

    My eyes snapped red as I glared at him, two random swords, one long and the other heavy, found its way to my hands. "Well then so fucking be it then!" I roared, running towards the grinning Father as I swung down my swords.
    KILLKILLKILLKILL​
    In my defense, I was quite tired at the time.

    Our swords clashed together in a loud clanging metal. Immediately, I stored my swords back as I leaned back, avoiding the attack Alexander sent, before I swung my body forward with two new swords in my hands, swinging it horizontally in a pincer attack.

    Immediately, my pincer attack was stopped as two bayonets clashed with mine. Not wasting time, I dismissed my swords, raised my arms as an axe formed in my hand, and a hammer in my left. I swung the axe down diagonally, and the hammer to his side.

    Of course, Anderson being Anderson, another pair of bayonets stopped them from hitting. This time he went offensive as two another bayonets formed in his hands, and aimed to stab my heart. I ducked, quickly raising my right fist up, a kerambit fitting snuggly on my fist.
    PAINTTHEWALLWITHHISBLOOD​
    Admittedly, it was slightly idiotic of me to fight with Alexander Anderson to begin with.

    Before the blade could hit his chin, however, his head leaned slightly backward and in an unnatural began to back flip to gain distance over me, and quickly threw barrages of blessed bayonets, and in defense, a large shield came into my hands, changing them again and again as the barrages of bayonets broke them one by one.

    An absence of the barrages made me to peek slightly over my shield—an admittedly bad mistake— and a white fist came hitting me right on the face. It was painful, especially when said punch was capable of throwing you feet away from your original stand, face sliding on the ground.

    Thank gods for regeneration and my forgotten dense forehead.

    Acting on basic instinct, I rolled to the side, dodging a bayonet targeting my head. I looked up, only to see a madly grinning Alexander as ten bayonets came sliding to every crook and crannies of his fingers. "Come on, you filthy vampire!"

    I realized at that moment that I may be becoming too much of a vampire.
    STRIKECUTSLASHPIERCECLEAVEATTACK​
    I growled, climbing to feet, and quickly dashed to Alexander; two katars on both of my hands as I made a quick stabbing motion, all of them parried by his bayonets, and under a quick second, I dismissed my katars, and called upon a Big Fucking Sword right through his stomach.

    Only for his bayonets to block it in an X mark.

    I cursed, dismissing my sword as I jumped back. Only to feel myself hitting a wall... no, hitting the door. I grinned, snapping out of my bloodlust, and I swear I saw Alexander eyes widened in a fragment before I fucking booked it out of there.

    Of course, Anderson being the lunatic he was began to chase me down, throwing bayonets to my back, neck, and head. In response, a hail of rocks began to shoot out of my back, tearing through my Nazi uniform and jacket.

    Regardless, Bloodlust is one hell of a boost, indeed.

    There was a grunt of surprise, followed by mad laughter as he kept on chasing me down. "Fucking hell!" I shouted back, shooting a dagger from my back. "Will you leave me alone?!"
    "And betray my duty as a soldier of Iscariots?" He retorted back, and I could imagine a massive grin on his face as he did so.

    I turned down to look at the road. There, my taxi! The window of the driving chair rolled down, revealing the ever so lovely Schrödinger. "DUCK!" I screamed, and he did so as I did a perfect barrel roll into the taxi.

    Pain, blinding pain hit me as I my head snapped back once more as it hit a cramped space. "GAS IT!" I screamed, and he did so as I tried to fix myself up until I was sitting properly, snapping my neck back to its position.

    "How is the mission?"

    "Ugh," I grunted as my neck made a popping sound, rolling my shoulder as I did so. "Mission complete," I stiffly answered before I turned to glare at the damned cat boy. "And do tell me when the fucking Alexander Anderson is coming, you prick,"

    His ear flicked, looking at me with something akin to an amused look as he mischievously smiled at me. A realization of horror dawned to me as I tried to stop him before he suddenly banked the car wheel to the right, before he vanished.

    "Oh shit," instantly, I grabbed the wheel, and banked it to the left as I switched my place on the driver's seat, returning it back to control.

    Cat boy popped right into the front seat, giving me a cat-like smile. "So, how is— Ow!"

    I pulled my fist away from his head. "Serves you right," I muttered, focusing on my rear mirror whether or not Alexander was following me or not.

    He gave me a slight glare, before crossing his arms in a pout, and leaned back on his seat. "The Major congratulates you for succeeding your mission and surviving Alexander Anderson," he said after a moment of silence. "Also, I just took away all of your coffee from your pocket,"

    I blinked, frowning as I focused onto the bottles of warm coffee I kept in store, only to sigh in annoyance as I felt nothing coming out. "What do you want?" I asked exasperatedly.

    He blinked as a feline smile returned onto his face. "Buy me snacks!"

    I nodded. "Right, I'll buy you snacks. Can you give me back my coffee?"

    He nodded, vanishing before immediately returning back to the front seat. "Done,"

    I sighed, feeling out on that bottle of coffee, before nodding in satisfaction as I felt it in there.

    "Don't forget to buy me snacks!" He said, before vanishing back to the base.

    I sighed. "The sad truth behind being Private for life..."

    Still, I couldn't help but to let a laugh escaped my lips. For I did the impossible, for I survived Alexander Anderson to kill me. Granted, it was a close one, but I still survived him.

    Oh, and I had no doubt that he's going to hunt me like a very obsessive junkie trying to look for a quick fix. Only this time, the Junkie would be a very dangerous Anderson, and that quick fix is to kill me in the most painful and horrifying way.

    I shuddered. "Oh fuck me..."

    Of course, if Anderson is being Anderson, then he would just tell the Church about me, and to keep an eye if they see me.

    "Oh fuck me sideways," I sighed, taking a gulp of my warm bottle of coffee as I drove to the Airport.

    ()_()_()​

    "Wonderful!" The Doctor exclaimed, staring at the headless corpse of the Fake Priest with a glee that only a mad scientist could form. "This could improve our research for an easier Vampirization, Major!"

    "Indeed, Doctor?" The Major tilted his head curiously, a grin on his face. "How many soldiers can we produce with this?"

    I stood over the side of the room as the Doctor began to show that he is, of course, a true Necrophile. Truly, Edward would be proud of him, I mused, looking at the two large figure heads of the Millennium with amusement.

    Well, technically, it's the Major who's the only and true figure head of the Millennium, and everybody knew that.

    I took a gulp of the sweet SchrödingerTM​ coffee, wondering briefly if Coffee and Blood would work or not. I dismissed that idea as I opened my mouth. "Am I excused from here, Major?"

    The Major regarded me with his calculating stare, probably planning onto what to do with me in his future, insane, and if not, magnificent plan of burning down London, and Alucard.

    And toppling the London Bridge as well; let's not forget that mini-prophecy.

    "Yes, yes you may," The Clockwork answered. "I may, however, need your help in future missions. And I congratulate you of surviving the Priest, Private,"

    I nodded my head, giving a quick and futile excuse to the Doctor, before I exited the room whence I was in. To my surprise, I saw a group of soldiers standing in front of me, large grins all over their faces as the one in the middle, Adal, I recognized stepped forward.

    He gave a quick, energized salute and a shark grin. "Congratulations for your survival, Private!"

    The soldiers behind laughed at that.

    I stared at him dryly as I smiled tiredly. "Drop it, Adal." I turned to the group behind him. "Jericho, Klaus, Clovis," I turned to the final Nazi. "And Stein. What the hell are you doing here?"

    "Well, Private," they exclaimed collectively. "We are here to congratulate you for surviving the Vatican's attack dog, even though you are a Private!"

    My eye twitched as I took another gulp of my coffee. "You do realize I could kill you here and now, and the Major won't even complain, right?"

    The group of idiotic Vampire Nazis nodded their heads, giving me another salute. "Sir, yes sir!"

    My eye twitched as I walked away from them. "Great. Now leave me alone. I'm tired,"

    "But sir, you're heading to the Training Room!"

    I gave them the finger over my shoulder. "Fuck you, I don't care!"

    Look at me, conversing with Vampire Nazis like normal drinking buddies. Tell me these twelve years earlier, and then I would call the Police on you.
     
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    • SoothingCoffee said:
    he's a fanatic of the Catholic
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    This sentence is kinda weird, shouldn't it be "he's a Catholic fanatic" or something like that? Unless of course, you were trying to say that he was a fanatic of the Catholic Church.

    There were more sentences that sounded weird to me but then again I am not an english native speaker.
     
    Archanist said:
    This sentence is kinda weird, shouldn't it be "he's a Catholic fanatic" or something like that? Unless of course, you were trying to say that he was a fanatic of the Catholic Church.

    There were more sentences that sounded weird to me but then again I am not an english native speaker.
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    It's kinda a fancy talking. Like when a guest of the king visited the king,

    "Theodore Marcovilius, Duke of the Valentines, yadayada"
     
    Sooo... If Anderson is 500 years old then he was already going strong on 100 when people invented the Bayonet.

    I wonder what weapons he used in his early days.
     
    Where did you get from that he is 500 years old? From hat I remember it is never mentioned how old he is or where he came from.
     
    Khaine said:
    Where did you get from that he is 500 years old? From hat I remember it is never mentioned how old he is or where he came from.
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    Oh wait, I was wrong with that one. TeeHee.

    On honest answer, I was sleepy at the time, and I may wrongly hear something about it in the OVA. So yeah, disregard me every mentioning Anderson's name. Sorry.

    Edit: Seriously guys, what do you think about the battle scene?
     
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    Hmmm. Needs more blade spam. Its Anderson and the guy trying for a Gilgamesh expy after all
     
    Battle itself felt pretty chaotic and sometimes I had to read same lines few times to understand what was happening.
     
    Drackmord said:
    Apparently, you don't quite understand how Schrodinger's powers work. He can only disappear or appear when he is unobserved.
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    Really? It's not explained in the OVA, nor in the Internet nor the Manga. The only thing we know about him is that Schrodinger's ability simply says that he's everywhere and anywhere. And summed up as, "I think therefore I am", nothing about whether he should be unobserved or not.

    Basically, he's as close as you can get with 'Immortality'
     
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