Chapter 5: The Prophet of Dreams

 

 

        It was early in the evening again, this time the moonlight was what illuminated through the small window. Doctor had already taken another larger sample of blood a few hours ago, and Schrödinger never came to ‘clean’ it like he did before. You didn’t notice this last time, but after he ‘cleaned’ your last cut it completely healed, there weren’t any signs of it ever being there. It was a strange comfort, knowing that he had done that for you. Yet, you remembered that your new cut was still there, red and stinging against the cool air flowing around you, and that he still hasn’t come.

        You were so bored down here just thinking, thinking, thinking, and then more thinking, while only being able to listen to a few drafts of air. People could go mad down here. It wouldn’t surprise me if there have been.

        You had figured out that you were flying a little while ago, when you finally noticed the, albeit slow, feeling of moving forward after waking up this morning. You tried to figure out what kind of aircraft you were in, when you remembered that these people have some affiliation with the Nazi army that was defeated long ago, which most likely meant that you could be in a zeppelin. What other aircraft could fit a large dungeon in it anyway? That’s what was going to make escaping a pain in the ass, though.

        You have no choice but to wait until there was some sign of landing, or being close enough to the ground so as to not injure yourself if you had to jump off somewhere, which will most likely happen. Even then, to even think about escaping, or really surviving, you’d have to be over land and not water, which you didn’t know if you were over or not, but it’s a big possibility that you could be over the ocean now, and jumping into water would do nothing but trap yourself in quite a dangerous predicament. Man I wish I could fly.

        You were still going to struggle to escape if anyone visited your cell though, you were too stubborn and prideful to be that patient and hold out against their torture. If you did manage to escape before you were over the ground, you would have to hide. You were not just going to cower in fear and let them put you back down here or anywhere else. And if this aircraft touches ground… You. Were. Out. No matter what.

        You were mentally bracing yourself for another possible visit from any of the psychopaths you’ve met so far, when you sensed two figures in the darkness. They just stood there, seemingly trying to hide from your sight. You smirked a bit, knowing that they couldn’t surprise you in any way now that you knew they were there. However, they didn’t move once, and you sensed movement from one of the figures, they were bringing something up to their mouths. …They’re gonna try and tranquilize me!

        Nothing happened yet, so they were probably trying to aim, which gave you enough time to decide where to move your head, or if you had to grab the darts/needles in your hands, if that was even possible with your restricted hands. There wasn’t much room to move at all, but you would try.

        You stared right into the dark space the figures were standing, daring them to shoot. A whoosh of air, and not even a second later two darts were shot at you, each coming towards the pressure points on your neck. Quick reflexes let you swing your head from the first then catch the second. The first clattered with the wall and fell while you dropped the other. But that wasn’t the end. You were bombarded with more darts and after somehow dodging ten more darts, one finally collided with your arm that sent a stinging and burning sensation, worse than the last time Doctor had stabbed you with them, throughout your body. You gritted your teeth from the pain, as Major stepped into the moonlight, glasses glinting and all.

        “How was your rest, Fräulein? Did you sleep well?” He sarcastically asked.

        “Damn…AAH!… You!” You choked out between different waves of pain.

        “That’s not very nice, you should really learn some manners.” Another dozen darts were shot at you, trying to numb your entire body. They tickled, and didn’t ease the pain at all, but instead the exact opposite. You felt that you couldn’t move because the searing pain in your body would increase if you did.

         A huge needle was shoved into your shoulder, which only hurt a second. It must’ve sent some kind of chemical to your brain that caused you to feel relaxed and tingly, since the pain seemed to be going away and was replaced with numbness. You lost most of your strength, and the next thing you knew you were being freed from your shackles on the walls and you were falling towards the floor.

        A pair of arms caught you right before you could collide with the hard stoned ground. You were lifted up bridal-style, and saw none other than Schrödinger with an all too serious face. He looked mad about something, but what, you couldn’t tell.

        He looked down at you with pity in his eyes. You closed your own eyes and tried moving your head to nuzzle closer to his chest, which was the only comfort nearby, but to no avail. You could barely move your head, it felt too fuzzy. Instead, you tilted your head down, and your eyes began to droop from sudden exhaustion. He didn’t move for a minute, but he eventually tore his gaze away from you and started walking out of the cell, slowly, as if he were prolonging the inevitable.

        You could hear him and Major talking about something, but you couldn’t make out their words. He even paused at one point and you could feel his gaze on you, then he continued to walk again. You never once bothered to open your eyes to see where you were.

        He entered a room and layed you down on a table. You slowly opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, a hidden unrecognizable emotion present on his face. He ruffled your hair and nuzzled your head, then whispered just three words into your ear. “Good luck… (Y/N).” You were stunned. He called you by your real name, he was serious about this.

        He left the room in exchange for Doctor, who was putting on gloves and a mask, like a surgeon would before surgery. Are they going to operate on me? What are they gonna do to me? You tried clenching your fists to get some kind of movement, but your relaxed and numb mind wouldn’t allow it.

        You felt something forcibly pull you into unconsciousness more and more, as if someone had tapped into your mind. The last thing you saw was Doctor coming towards you with a bright light, before everything changed to darkness.

Schrödinger POV

        I insisted to Major that I carry her to Doctor’s lab. He was curious about it, but this strange feeling was bugging me the entire time I was sleeping today, where if I didn’t see her one last time before… the change, I would regret it.

 

*Flashback* 

        After we explained everything to Doctor, I disappeared onto Major’s chair and waited for him to arrive. It took him half an hour to get here. This is exactly why I tell him to go on a diet-

        “Major, a tiring journey for you again?” I snickered.

        “What a surprise to see you again Warrant Officer Schrödinger.”

        “Major, I have a favor to ask.”

        “And what would that be?” He was curious.

        “I want to be the one to deliver her to that room.” Major started chuckling.

        “You really have grown attached to her, haven’t you?” I didn’t reply. “Attachments like that will hold you back in war you know.” I don’t care. “Of course, you can do what you’ve requested. It doesn’t matter how you win a battle, after all, just that you do. I would not care if the air itself magically moved her, just that my plans are carried out. Such is the way of a general in war.”

        “Thank you, Major.” I said rather seriously. Major laughed, and I dismissed myself, wanting to leave and rest as soon as possible.

*End of Flashback* 

        I had barely slept the whole day after that talk, and as a result my nerves grew larger and a strange feeling grew bigger. I woke up from my restless sleep as I heard her yell out. At first I laughed, but then I realized her tone. She sounded in too much pain, and it worried me.

        I appeared in her cell and saw that she was falling, and I immediately sprung into action. Thankfully I caught her before she hit the ground. I was a little aggravated that I had to intervene before that happened. Her head could’ve split open for all they knew! I picked her up bridal-style, and looked down at her in pity.

        She looked relaxed, but I saw the needle that forced that expression, embedded in her shoulder. She was really suffering. She looked back at me with grasping eyes, trying to hold onto her strength, as the pain was probably excruciating. She closed her eyes and tried nuzzling into me, but she could barely move her head at all and just hung it. She looks so fragile now…

        I jolted out of my thoughts and looked back up at Major and Doctor, who both wore pleased expressions. I started walking, and Major spoke up.

        “Right on time, Warrant Officer.”

        “Always, Major.” I said in a quiet tone. I was not too happy at the moment. The weakened girl in my arms distracted my usual thoughts.

        “I have something to tell you…” I was listening intently. It could’ve been bad. “You will not be allowed in the room while the procedure commences, is that understood?” I stopped now.

        “You must understand. Your attachment will get in the way.” Doctor told me, a vengeful look spread across his smirking face. This is not the right time, Doctor. I looked down at her. Maybe it’s good that I don’t see her in more pain.

        “I understand, Sir.” I can’t defy my orders, no matter what. I’ll have to try and busy myself until this is over.

        “Don’t look so down. When it’s done, you will be closer to her than before, remember? Do not worry, you will soon be rewarded for your patience.”

        “Who said I was worried.” I was still not too pleased, but continued walking.

        “Oh Schrödinger, your face gives away so many emotions. You are as easy to read as an open book.” I didn’t respond, nor did I talk the rest of the way there. When we arrived at the room, I hesitated and opened the door.

         I layed her carefully on the table, trying not to disturb any of her new injuries. She didn’t flinch at all, so she was okay. Or, I hope so. She opened her eyes just a bit, and looked at me. It was a pleading and strong look, one that sent an ache through my chest. I quickly ruffled her hair, nuzzled her head and whispered into her ear. “Good luck… (Y/N).” I liked the way her name rolled off my tongue.

          She looked startled that I called her by her first name for once. I hope she doesn’t get used to it. Hm, it’s funny how so much pain can make me act, especially since it’s not me that’s suffering, but rather a pretty and strong girl-. I cut my thoughts off there, not wanting to finish them, and then proceeded to walk out of the room, pass by Doctor and give him a close eyed smirk, and walked to Rip’s room. I had a favor to ask.

Unconscious POV

        It felt like you were dreaming. You were in some kind of black void, and you couldn’t feel your body much, yet you could move. It was silent all around, you bet you would be able to hear a pin drop. You heard a very sudden dark, and somewhat sardonic, voice echoing off the space around you.

        “So this is the one I was drawn to. You don’t look like much, but there’s something about you that’s definitely… intriguing.” You could almost picture a smirk belonging to whoever was behind this.

        “And who the hell are you supposed to be?” You weren’t too happy with being called weak. You heard a deep resounding laughter. This could intimidate anyone.

        “You think my laugh can intimidate people?” The mysterious voice chuckled darkly. “How right you are. I wonder why you aren’t then?” The voice questioned, almost urging you to answer. It was your turn to laugh.

        “So, you can read minds then? That’s cool Mr. Mysterious, but do you really think I would listen to someone who plays mind games? I may be pretty young, but I’m not stupid.”

        “Mr. Mysterious? I’ve never heard that one before.”

        “And now you avoid the topic, predictable.” Again, the deep voice chuckled loudly in amusement, and you grew impatient as it went on.

        “Perhaps we should get down to business then.”

        “And what business would that be, exactly? I already have too much shit to deal with right now.”

        “Like your own foul mouth?” You snorted, but let him continue. “As you have already so graciously figured out, I have certain ‘mind abilities’ that I use for my own purposes. One of those being assisting you in your…predicament.”

        “And why should I let you help me out?”

        “Do you really have any other choice?”

        “Actually, yes. One of those other choices being to ‘politely’ ask how the fuck you are going to ‘help’ me. Notice my sarcasm, Mr. Mysterious.”

        “You’re amusing.”

        “And you’re annoying.” The deep voice laughed again.

        “This is certainly fun. Perhaps next time we meet we can talk over a glass of wine.”

        “Next time we meet? And a glass of wine with someone I can’t see, and I’m underage. I’ll have to think about it-NO!” You stated firmly.

        “To business it is then. I have just come to show you some visions.”

        “What kind of visions?”

        “Visions you will need to remember when you escape.” That got your attention, and immediately shut you up. He’s smart, he must’ve known it would. “I don’t like to brag, but thank you for the compliment.” You could just imagine a dark figure smirking as the voice said this. You frowned. “Quite a lovely image of me. Now, allow me deeper in your mind. Relax.” The voice whispered. You sighed.

        “Fine, I’ll… relax.” You closed your dream like eyes and felt images flowing through your head. They were beautiful. A big brightly lit city at night with a huge river through its center, and a red moon shining in the background appeared first. This blurred and changed into another image. There was a path aligned with bushes that led to a grand mansion, the structure and colors looked like something that belonged in London. A red full moon rose behind, casting the sky a very faint red outline, the same moon from the city. Then this changed into something else, an unusual symbol of a four-section checkered shield with the name Hellsing in the top left section.

        “On the night of this moon, you will arrive in London and find the Hellsing mansion with soldiers of this symbol stitched on their uniforms.”

        “So now you’re a prophet, Mr. Mysterious?” The voice ignored your comment.

        “Remember these images when you escape. We will be waiting for you.”

        “We? There are more of you?”

        “Bye bye, we will meet again soon.”

        “Wait! Before you go, who are you, really?” Your attitude changed back to all seriousness. The voice laughed once last time.

        “Mr. Mysterious will do just fine for now. But if you must know… I am a monster who stalks the night.” You laughed, honestly thinking that this was funny. “And what is so amusing to you?” He sounded a little curious, and you could still imagine a figure smirking. Is this how you always handle situations, by smirking? Your laugh quieted down.

        “There are no such things as monsters.” He chuckled menacingly.

        “Then you will see soon enough.”

        “I already know you’re not human.” Without another word, the presence left your mind, and you began to wake to a blinding bright light.

*Meanwhile*

        In the dark recesses of a room in the basement of a grand mansion, a man sat in a chair, or really a ‘throne’. A lone table with a wooden chair was to his left, a glass full of wine sitting on the table. He was pondering certain words just said to him not moments ago while he sat, one leg over the other, thinking. His right hand rested under his chin, impatiently waiting for something, or someone. The big metal door to his room opened slowly, the rusty metal hinges screeching as the door moved, as if they had not been in use for a long time. A woman with short blonde hair that stuck out at the ends and deep blue eyes popped her head in through the opening.

        “You called, Master?” She whispered.

        “Yes. Meet in our master’s office… immediately.” He told the timid girl sternly.

        “Whatever for, Sir, another mission?” He smirked demonically.

        “No.” He paused. “We need to talk.”