A New Reality 4

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hellsing or the Hellsing cast (Kouta Hirano does, lucky bastard!!) but I do own the plot and OCs. I make no money from this!!
Author's Notes: The next chapter will be back to the present or 1999 Hellsing before the Cheddar Incident. It'll also be out later in September. I still have quite a few things to decide. (Seras or no Seras, Millennium or make a villain, etc.)
A/N 2: As you can tell by now, I'm not big on super long paragraphs. That may change in future chapters. Tell me if I'm writing too passively. I'm trying not to write every single action (like I've done a lot in the past). Tell me if you like it!

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Till the Sun Rises
Chapter Four
Cold dark blue and a blinding white orb was the first thing she saw. The cold air pressed through damp clothes to chain itself to her flesh. Black skeletons, that during the day would be trees, crowded around her. Harsh stone ate into her back like teeth. Her limbs throbbed, screaming in pulses for peace, for relief.
She was too weak to move, barely enough to breathe. She felt mute, out of her body but still trapped within it. Like waking from a nightmare wanting to fight and scream only to find yourself unable to do either. She could feel tears clawing at her eyes. Her breathing became shallower, nearly non-existent.
She heard something in the distance. Like the scuttle of boots on rock. She tried to tilt her head in the direction of the sound, to minimal success, a slight shift. A black form hung before her. It absorbed the light around it. Twin red gleams caressed her. They seemed to calm her body and mind instantly.
She should have been afraid, but she wasn't.
The form leaned forward, blearing slightly around edges. Even as the figure came closer she could find no true features. It gave off the presents of a man. A white softness caressed the skin of her cheek. A flash of red.



Walter stood paralyzed as Richard paced in front of the Hellsing desk, pulling at his hair. When he first returned and heard that his young Lady was missing, he wanted to rage. He had stormed through the Hellsing office's door on fire. Both for his stupidity for leaving and at that bastard Richard. Why had he left! Loyalties or not. Why did he leave? 'And Richard, that bastard! He must have had something to do with it!' That's the only way any of this could have happened. Richard was a dead man.
Then he opened the door. Richard was ghastly. His already sickly pale appearance would now put linen sheets to shame. Ranting to himself about not being able to find her.  The shock was enough to still even Walter's volcanic rage, diluting some of his heat. 'Was it possible? Could Richard actually…care about Integra?'
Stunned by the thought, all Walter could do was stand there in silence. He wasn't sure if Richard realized if he was in the room yet.
'Damn it. Damn it all to hell! Where is that girl? Where could she have possible gone? I've searched everywhere. Everywhere! Where could she be hiding? Could she have known of our plot? Could she be hiding? Waiting until the day of the ceremony to show herself? Then just waltz in and claim the title of the Hellsing Head? No, I won't have it! I have waited too long for my chance in the sun. I will not wait any longer. And Walter, Walter would never stand for that"
"Walter!" Richard jerked up to see the exact man he was thinking of right in front of him, putting his hand on his shoulder.
'We will find her, sir."
Richard was stunned for a second. 'Had he been talking out loud? Did Walter hear his plot?'
Richard retreated into himself a bit, like a coward preparing himself to be bitten.
"She…she is gone." Richard squeaked. Walter, confusing mousy fear as concerned sadness, softened his face and for the first spoke to Richard with compassion.
"It's alright, sir. We will find Lady Integra safe and sound."
When Richard's stance and face loosened, Walter saw this as relief for Integra's wellbeing. It wasn't.
'Thank god he didn't hear!" Richard thought with relief. "We must find her. We must find her quickly."
"Of course, sir, I'll contact the local authorities and create a search party immediately." With a final squeeze of Richard's shoulder for support, Walter walked from the room, closing the door behind him.
With a weight lifting breath, Richard moved behind the Hellsing desk to sit, propping his feet on the green felt. Relief radiated from him like stink. 'All is not lost yet. Our plans could still come to fruition.'



The Next Day at Noon
It was a bright day. The sun's rays almost blinding white as they walked over the hilly incline to their favorite secluded little area of the woods. It was their first time back as a family of three, having only been two a little over two years ago. A man of creamy tan carried a basket laden with food and a blanket thrown over his shoulder; his bright golden blond hair rivaling the sun. By his side, a beautiful woman of sepia mid-tone brown with coil-y black tresses, carrying a young boy almost a year in age with bleach-y white hair and bright blue eyes.
The man placed his hand on his wife's lower back as they made their way down the steep decline. The boy sat quietly in his mother's arms as he looked around at all the new things around him. His little tan hands grasped firmly to her shirt. The evergreen perfumed breeze tickling his nose.
"How about here? We're pretty much in the center of everything. The river isn't too far. We could let Jason splash around a bit before we leave."
"That sounds good to me. What do you think, *Jeicey?" The woman cooed to the boy.
The man chuckled as his son looked questioningly at his mother than gave an accepted bubbly coo in return.
"I'll start setting up then," he stated, giving his son a kiss on the forehead making him giggle and his wife a peck on the lips.
The blanket was unfolded and straightened neatly on the ground. The basket was being swiftly emptied, its contents displayed in an orderly fashion. Sitting, the woman got out the dishware and began placing the food on plates. Jason crawled to the end of the blanket to touch the grass; his mother's eye never far from him.
A sound escaped the nearby brush. A bush shook noticeably. The woman's head jerked up quickly. The man stopped his work.
"Eric, did you hear that?"
"Yeah," he said looking at the brush a little over two yards behind him. "I'm going to go check it out. Stay here, Mira." Eric stood. "Don't worry; it's probably just a deer or something."
Mira stood as well, Jason clutched tightly in her arms. She watched her husband move cautiously towards the bush.
Eric carefully pried the thickly knitted branches of the bush. Seeing nothing, he was resolved to return to his family when he saw something black dash across his left periphery. Curious, he moved slowly though the brush and through the tree line. All of his senses were focused. He followed in the direction he saw the shadow go. Walking for several minutes, he thought to just stop and return to his wife and child, who were probably worried about him by now; but every time he tried to give up the search that shadow would reappear, taunting him. 'What is that?'  The draw to know was inescapable. It seemed to be taking him in the direction of the river.
"Great! If this is one of those fairy or ghost things trying to lead me to my death, I am going to be pissed." He grunted to himself.
He could hear the river now, though the water at this end was rather slow, almost lazy. But it was more than deep enough to drown in. Truthfully, Eric was never one to believe in wives tales but he wasn't one who actually wanted to see something to believe it. Moving branches out of the way and watching his footing as the soft plush earth started to bleed into craggy rock loosely held by umber gray silt of river bed excess.
Finally on the bank, he stood in quiet confusion. 'Where had that thing gone?' Eric ran his hand through his slightly damp hair. He must have walked for longer than he thought. As he searched the bank he could see nothing out of the ordinary: semi-polished pewter colored stones, the sapphire blue river, an opal sky, emerald and bronze trees and something… tawny. Hmm, that didn't fit.


Hours.
It had been hours since Walter started the search. His heart was heavier than ever. After searching the mansion from top to bottom and having heard nothing from the others, he began searching Integra's room for some clue to her whereabouts.  Then an idea struck him. It had been so long, why hadn't he thought of it earlier. He remembered the early days of Arthur's illness when a young Integra would roam the yard. Sometimes she would even go to the old gazebo when things became too much for her. New hope sprang into his heart. He practically blotted out the back double doors and cut a new path through the wooded area. Then he saw it.
The graying railing, its center a ragged, gaping wound. 'Could she..? No. NO!' The pain was unimaginable. Walter searched both sides of the river looking for his fallen heir. Night fell, with no results.
Exhausted, both mentally and physically, he managed to walk stoically up the stairs to the Hellsing office. He knocked solemnly on the door and announced himself, entering the room after Richard's reply. Looking regrettably into Richard's eyes, seeing what he assumed was a glimmer of hope. His heart sank further.
"I'm sorry, Master Richard, but I was unable to find her." Richard's shoulders sank. His hands covered his now bowed face. A shuttered breathe could be heard, whether from Richard or himself, he was unsure. Even the lights in the office seemed to dim to a hazy, honey glow.
"You must find her," came Richard's muffled reply.
"I will not stop, sir." Walter stated with weighty determination. He turned about face, closing the door quietly behind him. A second later and he would have seen the grotesque smile that cracked into Richard's face and his relieved sigh as he leaned back on his stolen throne.


The atmosphere was an amalgamation of cobalt blue and ice white. The air was antiseptic and tangy; even still there was a sense of somberness and death all around. Jason had fallen asleep in his mother's arms some hours into the length examination. Eric and Mira sat outside the pastel white curtain. Both still sat in a state of shock.
Eric from finding a little girl, no older than 15 years old, propped against a curving tree trunk tucked, almost warmly in appearance, behind some bushes. The many bleeding scrapes and bruises were a testament to what she had been through. 'Who could do such a thing to a little girl?' Eric thought with some anger. Mira was still shaking by seeing her husband bringing the fragile bundle. When he finally reappeared after 30 minutes, her fear for her husband quickly translated to the little girl in his arms. 'What if they hadn't decided to go on a picnic out of the blue that day? Would that poor girl have survived out in the woods all by herself, especially with all those wounds?'
Just then the doctor pulled back the curtain.
"Mr. and Ms. Hanson..?"
"Yes." Both said in unison, standing from their seats against the wall.
"I know you are not the legal guardians, so I cannot go into great detail. But since you brought her in I can tell you that overall the girl is in relatively good health. Aside from the scraps and bruises, the only significant injury is to her head. She… she woke a few moments ago and could not seem to recall her name."
"Amnesia?" Eric asked.
"It would seem so."
"What's going to happen to her now? If she can't remember her own name, I doubt she can remember where she lives." Mire asked looking between the two.
"Well, I will have to make an official report to the local authorities and Children Services will have to be called for a placement."
"Placement?!" Mira asked, her uncertain eyes asking a question to her husband. Eric smiled reassuringly to his wife, his hand rubbing the back of her neck soothingly. Mira beamed.
"It's okay, doctor, she can stay with us."
"Are you sure, Mr. Hanson? She may have some difficulties—'
"Absolutely."
"I'll still need to make an official report."
"Of Course."
"Can we see her?" Mira asked.
"Of course, I need to file some reports and make a quick call. I'll be right back." The doctor said as the family stepped past him, giving their agreement.


Richard sat in the dark of the Hellsing office. The cold moon's skeletal beams his only companion. The shrill ring of the phone interrupted his musings.
"Yes."
"The girl has been found," an accented voice rang out. "But don't worry. Fate seems to be on our side. We shall move on with schedule." With a click, it was over.
With a deep sigh, Richard replaced the phone on its receiver and truly relaxed.





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What can I say? Even the best can be fooled sometimes.
*I just didn't want to call Jason, Jas or Jasy.
I have no idea why I'm being so wordy!! So many long sentences! -_-.