Chapter Six

Anderson thought he could see the end of the tunnel. Night had fallen it seemed and he could make out what he thought might be lights from buildings up ahead where the tunnel ended. The girl, Torhu he thought her name was, was wincing in pain as he carried her in one of his arms. She didn't weigh much, but even so, she was getting heavy.

Suddenly light flooded the tunnel from in front of them. Anderson squinted and brought his free arm up in front of his eyes to shield them from the light. He heard a door open and the sounds of boots stomping on gravel. That was fast. He thought. Iscariot always was a bit slow on the response time, it was a minor complaint he had been harboring for the past few years.

He walked forward calmly intending to hand the girl off to one of the Iscariot members. As he walked forward squinting into the light he heard gasps from the men in front of him followed by a scream. A woman's scream. What in the name of…

"You!" a familiar voice called. "It's you!"

Torhu turned her head towards all the commotion and squinted into the light as well. She had no idea what was happening, all she knew was the blinding pain in her foot. Had help arrived?

Anderson grinned into the lights. He couldn't see who he was talking to but he knew. "Seras Victoria," he said. "Hellsing its nose were it isn't wanted I see?" He chuckled and pushed his glassed up on his nose and adjusted his grip on Torhu. "Is that foul abomination you call you master here too?"

She didn't reply. Anderson heard the sounds of troops falling into position and what sounded like a large gun being chambered. Anderson looked behind him, the tunnel had been thoroughly illuminated by the APC's headlights. Ghouls had been steadily advancing towards them; there must have been at least one hundred people on the train and Anderson estimated there had to be at least sixty still walking around.

"What have you got there?" Seras called out in a shrill voice. Anderson smiled, she was obviously scared.

"A little heathen girl." Anderson said. "The sole survivor it would seem. It would be a shame if you Hellsing mongrels let her get killed by ghouls before she has a chance to convert and see the true light of God."

He set Torhu down in front of him without looking at her. Torhu looked up at him as though he were some sort of creature from outer space. He had seemed a kindly priest, maybe he had a few demons in his past, but since things got strange she wasn't sure what to make of him anymore. Although it was just a dream, she still felt bad for the man. He seems so…disturbed. I guess he has to be if he enjoys things like this. The pain in her ankle was still sharp and she was confused about the pain. One wasn't supposed to feel pain in a dream.

Anderson now had two bayonets in his hands. "Listen to me Seras," he said. "I'm going to dispose of those ghouls over yonder. Watch and see how it's done if you want but don't be here when I turn around," He grinned widely showing an array of white teeth, "You're next."

He turned from Torhu and began to slowly walk down the tracks back to the train and the horde of ghouls. Torhu was watching him as he muttered some sort of payer as he walked. Suddenly Torhu noticed that a woman in a strange blue skirt uniform was kneeling beside her. She had short honey blond hair and large red eyes. There was also a huge gun slung over her back. Worry had washed over the strange woman's face as she examined Torhu up and down. "Are you hurt?" the woman asked.

"My ankle, I twisted it." Torhu said.

"What's your name?"

"Torhu Honda. I'm here on a field trip."

"That's nice," Seras said looked towards the train where Anderson was slashing away at a sea of ghouls. "My name is Seras."

"That man, Anderson, you have to help him; those monsters will eat him." Torhu said trying to look back at Anderson as Seras scooped her up in her arms.

"He'll be fine." Seras said looking worriedly towards the strain. "We'll get you to a doctor straight away."

Seras ran around to the back of the APC along with the rest of the Hellsing operatives. All in all there were about a dozen of them sitting in the back of the APC. The team medic was looking over Torhu's ankle while Seras listened to the radio man speak with headquarters.

"Anderson?" A voice said over the radio. "Get out of there. We've had enough trouble with him and the blasted Vatican as it is. We'll cleanup after he's gone and we've contacted Iscariot."

"Roger that." The radio man said. "You heard the Director."

The doors closed on the APC and Torhu felt the vehicle begin to move. She couldn't see well in the dark APC but she could make out Seras along with a number of men in ski masks. "What a strange dream." She muttered quietly in English.

Seras looked down at the worn out girl's face. "A dream, yes. You just rest now." She said.

The End.