One who can hear the music (vampirehunter85) wrote in apathyantidote,
One who can hear the music
vampirehunter85
apathyantidote

Hellsing fic

In response to the first prompt about Mother Teresea. No real spoilers or mature warnings. Set before Alucard meets Anderson.




“Do you know who I’ve always admired?” he said one day, as he looked up at the video screen

He was a talker by nature. The old men said that he loved to hear himself talk. His speeches were nothing but exercises in a sort of vocabulary masturbation.

This was one of the few areas in which the old men were right. Much of his speech was unnecessary and rather over dramatic.

What they failed to realize were two things.

The first was that he was completely aware of this and did it intentionally. The second was that there was a subtle change in his tone when he was saying something that actually should be listened to.

I know this because I am a listener by nature.

I carefully bookmarked my place and ascended the steps.

“Mother Teresa,” he explained, gesturing to her picture on the screen.

“Such a force for peace?” the other one said as he walked in from his laboratory. “You surprise me.”

“It is not her goals I admire, it is her means. After all, are we not a group whose goals justify our means? I admire her tenacity, I admire her ability to stand up to anything, and I admire her ability to do so much with so little.”

He smirked. “It is as our enemy would say. A true human. How does her little saying go?”

I coughed to clear my throat, sore and cracked from disuse.

“We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.”

They turned to me smiling.

“That’s exactly it,” he said. “We have waited and we have planned and we have built up for so long with so little, for those who do not even know of our existence. We were lead unwillingly by one who unknowingly had created something the world could not even comprehend at the time.”

“Is it time?” the other asked.

He nodded as he returned his attention to the video screen. “Contact the Brothers. Order an instant into Northern Ireland. It is time that we start doing anything we want. For all of us, is it not true that we are non-existant? That we are nothing? Then… as the good mother says… we shall now do everything.”

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vocabulary masturbation

You know I like a phrase when I have to repeat it outloud to myself. . . . But is it a vocabulary masturbation? Or an auditory masturbation? Perhaps phonetic masturbation? "Vocabulary", to me, implies that he's going to be using big or rarely used words when he talks a lot. . . .

I like twisting the quote into something darker, but I'd love to see this expanded on. Mind you, I'm not nearly as familiar with Hellsing as you are, but just from a general storytelling standpoint, I'd love to see . . . if nothing else, more hints as to the dark purpose. We've got a few in here, but it's mostly just assumed that the reader will know these are bad guys doing bad things.

Also, an indication of who "he" is in relation to "the old men" would be good. I gather he's nominally in charge, in that he can do things like just kind of bring up images of Mother Theresa and then expound upon her without, you know, getting his throat slit or something.

Over all, though, a delightful first fic for the comm, yay!!!