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tampered2007-04-06 01:44 am
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Log: Complete
When; Late Night April 6th/Early Morning April 7th
Rating; R for violence/torture
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arthurhellsing] and Pyramid Head [redhorror]
Summary; The guilt of feeling like a bad father and a failure to keep his family entirely united finally catches up with Arthur.
Log;
Perhaps he had been overindulging as of late but it seemed to be the only thing to numb him to all other feelings. Frankly Arthur was tired, he was tired of having his past mistakes thrown in his face, he was tired of seeing the rift between his children grow wider and he was tired of feeling useless. He felt as if Walter was pulling away from him and he had seen the comments that Integral had made to the Ancient vampire about feeling disillusioned with him...Truly was he really such a bad father? He didn't know anymore. He just wanted...no needed a break but his mind would not seem to let him drown his sorrows away. No, not today.
Slowly he walked out of the pub he been having drinks in and slowly began to make his way out of the Underground. He'd have to check in at some point before the others started to worry or before his children decided to lecture him again. Just what he needed...to have Walter and Integral separately let into him over being careless.
Rating; R for violence/torture
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [
arthurhellsing] and Pyramid Head [redhorror]Summary; The guilt of feeling like a bad father and a failure to keep his family entirely united finally catches up with Arthur.
Log;
Perhaps he had been overindulging as of late but it seemed to be the only thing to numb him to all other feelings. Frankly Arthur was tired, he was tired of having his past mistakes thrown in his face, he was tired of seeing the rift between his children grow wider and he was tired of feeling useless. He felt as if Walter was pulling away from him and he had seen the comments that Integral had made to the Ancient vampire about feeling disillusioned with him...Truly was he really such a bad father? He didn't know anymore. He just wanted...no needed a break but his mind would not seem to let him drown his sorrows away. No, not today.
Slowly he walked out of the pub he been having drinks in and slowly began to make his way out of the Underground. He'd have to check in at some point before the others started to worry or before his children decided to lecture him again. Just what he needed...to have Walter and Integral separately let into him over being careless.
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I have miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
Subtly at first, then perhaps more noticeably, the sounds of the City entire began to fade into silence.
The occasional streetlight began, one by one, to become choked off with a crawling, consuming darkness.
It seemed to come from one manhole cover to the next. Spreading like a living stain.....as though it had been close by all along, and only now sought out the Dire Father.
The darkness spread, and deepened until nothing beyond the pool of light caste by a single street light became the only perceivable amount of space within the darkened city streets.
At the very edges of this caste light the darkness moved; shifted, melted, stretched and ran.
The writhing mass then coalesced into a form.
The monster jerked, and twitched, but seemed otherwise unphased as it raised itself to it's feet. Turning back, it drew forth it's nine-foot steel blade from the darkness beyond.
The blade hit the concrete with a reverberating, mettalic thud, and the Executioner set off, the tell-tale scream and grind of his slow gait heralding his arrival; Relentless, remorseless.
The Red Pyramid, Right Hand, Great Blade.
He lived in it, moved through it, was a part of it.
...And this night there was much work to be done...
Through the darkness, the massive metal helm turned toward Arthur
The call and response of the condemned.
Loveless
Selfish
Guilty
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"Bloody hell..." He murmured, quickly pulling his revolver from his jacket. The whispers snaking their way through his brain....echoing through his mind.
His eyes darted around the darkness until settling on the horrific creature known as the Red Pyramid. Selfish? Loveless? What the hell did he mean by that? Instinctively his mind seem to know exactly what the creature meant.
"How dare you? I do love my children!" Arthur shouted, firing off a round of shots. I do love my children. He thought again but did he always do right by them? Did he always act in their best interest? His mind was beginning to falter as the doubts began to sinking in.
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The bullets blew holes through the Executioner's chest, and threw splatters of chunky viscous fluid across the pavement, the blade, and the condemned. Rust, or blood, it is difficult to tell, but though the monster jerked, the bullets did nothing to stop him.
The Red Guard advanced, but never broke the halting, slow pace.
*Thump...griiiiiiind* As the blade threw sparks on the concrete.
*Thump..griiiiiiind* His grey-skinned, gnarled right hand extended to point at the condemned.
He does not speak, for he has forgotten how, but that pointing hand says enough.
It tells of the secrets that the condemned, the Dire Father holds, and the foreboding promise to make good on those pleas for redemption.
The rust-red helmet of the Executioner begins to drip a viscous crimson fluid from it's sharpened corners, a splattering mess that paints the the ragged smock that passes for clothes on the Red Guard....clothes that resemble stitched skin than anything.
Tears for the dead
The pointing hand never wavers, but speaks instead of the dark pains the condemned sees behind his eyes.
Words without speech...
It is your turn now.
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"What's there to worry about? You don't understand! Walter Dornez is a real man," he replied, holding fast to his beliefs that Alucard and Walter would be just fine.
His eyes widened as the memories flashed forward to Arthur's first conversation with Walter upon Arthur's awakening within the City.
"I don't serve Hellsing anymore. I betrayed Integral and Alucard and sided with Millennium in a war that included an invasion of London."
"Seriously why would you do that?" Arthur asked, completely confused.
"I was compromised in Poland in 1944. Millennium followed Hellsing's movements through the actions of its most trusted asset."
Then Walter's betray had been Arthur's fault. Sir Islands had been right to worry for Walter.
The gun clattered from Arthur's hand as he physically tried to back away from the memories. "No!" he shouted.
Walter would have died a punk kid if the Hellsings had not taken him in and given him a outlet for his hostilities. Normal childhoods were a luxury that no Hellsing or Hellsing servant could afford. Arthur had to be tough with Walter it was necessary.
"A boy needs a father figure who sets good examples. Excessive drinking, womanizing and reckless behavior hardly constitues a proper father figure. He looks afrer you more than you look after him."
Arthur clutched his ears desperately trying to shake Sir Islands voice from his mind. "Shut up! You don't know what it means to be a Hellsing!"
Arthur had made the only decisions he could, he wouldn't let anyone second guess him.
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Your weakness led to the death of your ward....
Even now you deny your GUILT!
The chattering, gibbering voices from within the helmet shrieked the truth; each voice a condemnation that the condemned did not want to hear.
You will hear them now.
You can not run from your reckoning!
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Meanwhile his mind was still being bombarded with memories of his past. A brother he trusted to look out for his daughter. A daughter whom he had withheld information from.
"Brother...Richard, I trust that you will look after Integral for me, after I am gone. She will need your support."
"Of course, brother. she will be taken care of."
He should have known better. Richard had always been jealous and ambitious even when they were children.
"Father, Richard tried to kill me, my own uncle. It was Alucard who protected me."
A better father would not have left his daughter surrounded by only enemies. He should have known that Richard would try to kill Integral first chance he got but Arthur couldn't bring himself to believe his brother would be capable of such treachery.
Those tear-filled blue eyes looking down on him. "I left her to fend for herself."
"No.." he coughed out, struggling under Pyramid Head's boot.
Dammit, they were Hellsings. He refused to give in. He did what he had to for both Integral and Walter.
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...Then burst open into flooding swarms of roach-like creatures that skitter in one massive swarm about the Executioner's feet.
Like a living wave the massive insects begin to scuttle around and over the condemned.
Dire Father...
Each bug-like creature, however, possesses a miniature humanoid face, and each face contains a mouth full of tiny needle-like teeth.
The insects chitter and screech as they begin to take hundreds of tiny bites from the injured Hellsing's clothes....
....But within minutes, Arthur's shirt is in tatters.
The insects, however, do not stop, but instead begin to take hundreds of tiny bites from his flesh.
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You left children to clean up your messes.
You took away their childhoods!
It's your fault your son turned away from your daughter!
"Dear God..." Arthur cried out. The tears began pooling at the corner of his eyes. "Integral...Walter...I failed you..."
With those words utter, Arthur's struggling stopped. He looked up into the darkness, the tears beginning to stream. "Please forgive me."
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The condemned was finally quiet.
Finally accepting of his judgment.
...And so, the Executioner went straight back to business.
Calm, and clinical. Done with cruelty for there was no longer need.
The condemned wept for pain. For loss, and in repentance.
The Executioner seemed to nod the great razor-edged helmet once, as if to say; Now, you understand too.
Slowly, reluctantly, the insects drew away from The Dire Father like a receding wave, leaving his hands and feet a bloody, near-skinless mess.
Chittering to themselves, they crawled away to surround Arthur, but made no move to cause further injury.
Now, the Executioner brought his arms up, and held them, palm out, toward Arthur, as though offering him something...
...But instead tendrils, like living extensions of the Executioner himself broke through the flesh of his arm to the accompaniment of a spray of rusted blood.
The tendrils sprouted extensions; tiny mental barbs bloomed like macabre flowers along the wiry tendrils.
The tendrils squealed; a sound like the shriek of tightened cable emitted from them as they snaked over Arthur, and reached to coil themselves around the condemned's neck, crept along his chest, and down his arms to wrap around his wrists.
Suddenly, with a sharp jerk, the wires snapped the condemed's wrists to force Arthur's arms to cross, as though in a horrific straight jacket.
The Executioner's hand fell away as more wire burst from his other arm to wrap around Arthur's ankles.
The wires moved like a nest of living things; squealing and writhing about the condemned to bind him tight.
The Executioner shushed them, and lowered his arms to grasp the wires tightly. More chunky blood fell from his damaged hands, but still the Red Guard twined the snaking wires into one large cable, then hefted his burden over his shoulder.
Bleeding, and weak, it was no trouble to gather his burden, and his weapon up, one over his left shoulder, and the other dragging behind with the halting grinding noise the Executioner was accustomed to.
The insects, and then the darkness receded as the Red Gaurd's footsteps did.
Darkness fading back into the night.
JUDGMENT ALWAYS FINDS YOU