A Twist of fate

The Dawn Part 1

Hello everyone! This is My First Hellsing story that I originally started writing on Fanfiction.net but decided to post here. This story is not finished and I've been rewriting it as I've been writing new chapters. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters.

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Chapter One: The Dawn Part 1

"Men I've just learned of a plant being used for the production of man-made vampires." A young man announced to the group of men sitting at the table around him. He sat up straight with his arms crossed.

"Is that even possible...!? Man-made Vampires!? Sir Hellsing?" a man at the table questioned nervously. 

"One would certainly think it to be an impossibility. Ventures of this magnitude are not easily accomplished." Sir Hellsing replied to the man. The whole room looked around in shock. "None the less." Sir Hellsing started. "Even good for nothing defects...are adequate enough to fight this war." Sir Hellsing hinted. 

"What do you mean by that?"

"Ghouls." Sir Hellsing told the man as he rested his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers. "Through our source at MIG, we've learned that a task force of unusual doctors, who are specialists in the paranormal...have spared no efforts to expedite results and turn fantasy into reality." Sir Hellsing briefed the group. 

"So this fantasy, you refer to are these "ghouls," correct? What exactly are they?" someone asked. 

"They are failures who've unsuccessfully attempted to become full-fledged vampires; they are nothing more than "living dead" that feast upon the flesh of corpses. You might say... they're something like zombies found in voodoo." Sir Hellsing replied. "They possess monstrous strength, but their movements are slow... and their brain's reaction time is also significantly retarded." Sir Hellsing informed as he looked over everyone. "Dealing with one or two Ghouls at a time should pose little to no problem for us."

"Where the difficulties start to arise... are if the Nazis decide to use their Ghouls in the field. If that was to happen, the worst-case scenario would be..." sir Hellsing paused. "One in which the Schutzstaffel decides to deploy them systematically, in numbers, on the front-lines." Sir Hellsing finished. "Though the ghouls are relative failures they're still "monsters." Meaning they can't be killed easily. It takes a shot to the head or heart to effectively put them down." Sir Hellsing started to explain. "The other problem is if you're attacked by Ghouls you become a Ghoul yourself. That is how they grow infinity." Sir Hellsing continued. "1 turns into 2 which soon leads to doubles to make 4, which turns into 8, 8 then turns into 16, 16 into 32, 32 into 64... 64 into 128, 128 into 256, 256 into 512, 512 into 1024, 1024 into 2048, 2048 into 4096 and so on."

"They are ever-increasing in "geometric progression" with each meal. They just keep growing and growing, increasing more and more, like an endless plague." Sir Hellsing spoke. All of the men in the room gasped. "Front-line forces eradicated...and the green grass of the battlefield is soon after replaced by ardent flames of hell." Sir Hellsing finished somewhat dramatically. 

"We recently received word that on the western front near Germany, the German Army Group B... is currently planning to launch an offensive, according to another one of our sources." Another man announced. "If their insanity-fueled laboring comes to fruition, and those monsters are deployed. We'll, no doubt, be ousted from Dunkirk back to the icy waters of the northern sea." The man added. "This time, however, we may not have the energy, or manpower left to fight another battle like Normandy. We shall have to carry out monumental tasks with absolute precision if we want the state of the war to continue as it is now."