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A New Reality 2Disclaimer: I don't own the Hellsing or the Hellsing cast (Kouta Hirano does, lucky bastard!!) but I do own the plot and OCs.I don't make any money from this!!
Author's Notes: Well here is chapter 2 and much longer to boot! As I said before beginnings and endings are the hardest things for me to writeno matter the genre or type of writing; so this one was much easier for me to right. The voice is one that just crafted its self for this chapter (hopefully it sticks when I write older Integra).
A/N 2 (Spoiler?): I loathed how Walter turned traitorseemingly for no reasonin the manga (Maybe The Dawn will explain it better). So Walter will most likely keep his honorable membership in the Hellsing Club.
A/N 3: The last half a page of this chapter is was torture to write down. I hope it doesn't come across that way though. Please excuse the grammar.
Early morning, tawny light s
Hellsing: Captain's vengeanceJan Valentine jumped up from his seat on the couch, thrusting his index finger in Rip Van's surprised face. Grinning, he declared, "You just got pwned, noob!"
Rip Van glanced around in confusion. "I don't get it. Vhat just happened?"
Luke Valentine leaned around Jan, smiling at the Lieutenant. He pointed to the television screen. "That's Jan for 'You died'." He offered helpfully.
Rip Van's mouth dropped open as she stared incredulously at the T.V. screen. "How did I die?" She demanded. "You told me ve vere on the same side!"
"I lied!" Jan announced triumphantly, leering.
Rip Van crossed her arms over her chest, sinking back into the couch cushions in disgust. "That's not fair; taking advantage of someone who clearly doesn't know the rules." She spat.
Jan scoffed, plopping back down in his seat. "That's life, Fudge Ripple. Man up."
He reclined his head against the back of the couch, smirking. He flinched, noticing the Captain towering above him. "Yikes, man!" He exclaimed
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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