Wednesday, April 27, 2011

LETTERS FROM HELLSING XLIV

'Thwack'

"Ouch!"

"Try Again."

'Thwack'

"Ouch!"

"Wrong. Try again."

Thwack'

"Ouch! Hey! stop it!"

"No."

"But.." 'Thwack!'

"Shut up and concentrate."

"How am I supposed to concentrate when you keep throwing..." 'Thwack "Ouch! That hurt!"

"Stop wingeing you useless girl it's only grapes."

"Frozen grapes."

"Pft!"

"Hurled with inhuman force."

"Ungrateful infant!"

'Thwack' "Ow!", 'Thwack' "Ow!", 'Thwack' "Ow! Hey! that was a strawberry, you could poke an eye out with that!"

"Cowardly, whining wretch! You mewl over a few bruises from fruit? If you cannot concentrate when hit by a harmless bit of food, what are you going to do in the field when the ghouls attack and bullets start flying. Tell your friends die more quietly as their screams are distracting you?"

"That's not fair!"

"Fair? Fair! Fair is for the nursery, not the battlefield! I have neither the time nor the patience for fair.

"Much as I, am indifferent to the lives of those sad, disposable, dogs of war you seem so fond of, every turning, every death weighs on the heart of the master. It is for her and her alone that I train you but I would think that, if only for the sake of those sad mongrels, you would be willing grow a backbone and learn."

"You could have said..."

"And you should have trusted me! You trusted me with your life in that theatre. Will you trust me now to teach you to save theirs? "

"Yes. but?"

"What?"

"Could we possible switch sides for awhile? My left arm is going numb."

"Of course Angel, we wouldn't want you to not be able to feel your 'distraction' now would we?"

Sigh. "No, of course not."

'Thwack'

"Ouch!"

"Try Again."...