Author note: I do not own BPRD, Hellboy, Manning or anything else from the "Hellboy" universe. I do, however, own Jxiao Chen and anything / one else with a name that appears made-up. This is meant, yet again, to be a comic-based fiction without romance ans short chapters in oder to keep me interested in writing and moving things along quickly. This time it's just Hellboy and a few new characters added for the sole purpose of making a plot. As usual, there will be gore, generalized creepiness and a basis on nightmares. Please R&R:)


Jxiao Chen

She was beautiful beyond all reason, slim, blonde, blue-eyed had lavishly large bosum. Not only was she gorgeous, she was a talented dancer, singer, spoke eight languages and could effortlessly harness the powers of plants, water and earth. She had been taken in by the B.P.R.D. as a teenage recluse off the streets with no family, nor any memory of her former life.

Only days after her arrival and twenty-minute training session she began going on missions with Kate Corrigan, Liz Sherman, Abe Sapien and Hellboy. She had saved them all all least twice during her first week. She was a star, and Hellboy was madly in love with her.

After a long tough day of saving the entire BPRD and thousands of civilians through her natural skill and talent, Maraigh Sioux threw herself at Hellboy. She caressed Hellboys' face and whispered sweet nothings into his right ear. Hellboy leaned into her and began to kiss her with such force that she moaned with pleasure. She violently pulled at his duster jacket, causing charms, relics and used horseshoe nails to fall from the many pockets, littering the floor.


Hellboy suddenly awoke in a cold sweat. He rubbed the stumps of his horns with his left hand and looked over at the clock. It was 02:45 and the room was empty. He shifted his weight to face away from the clock, the springs of the small bed complaining under his weight. The sky remained dark; no moonbeams could penetrate the cloudy sky.

For a few moments Hellboy laid on his back, staring at the low ceiling. Frog monsters, the living dead and visions of the apocalypse at his own right hand were enough to deal with. He slowly sat up on the bed, tossing the covers onto the floor next to his belt, gun, pants, half-boots and jacket. His hooves pointed toward the ceiling, an effect of the short bed.

Unable to sleep, Hellboy threw on his clothes and wandered outside into the garden to clear his head. Jxiao Chen certainly kept a beautiful garden. Sacred lotus, jasmine, spirea, and other plants that Hellboy didn't care to know the names of, grew neatly. He was careful not to cut the pampered grass with his sharp hooves as he wandered about in thought.

Less than two days ago, Manning had sent him here with a few bullets, an inaccurate map, a digital photograph of a tapestry on blue photocopy paper and a two-page article from a grocery-store tabloid. Despite the apparent lack of serious surrounding the case, Hellboy knew it was real. He'd seen the children's bodies, he'd seen the crying mothers and he'd seen the red apples in each childs' hand. Even worse, he'd seen the terror in the mothers' eyes who knew that their child may be next. Hellboy sat next to a stone bench beneath a weeping willow, his eyes on the Jiang Li river. No legend nor story could explain what had happened at this very spot, thus he now sat on the cold wet ground staring at a river.

Hellboy waited the entire night in the garden. He watched the clouds fade away, the moon appear and the stars begin to twinkle before fading into twilight. The only sound was that of the fountain and river. No spirits rose, nor did any birds sing. There was only the fountain.

drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk… drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk… drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk…

Hellboy watched the river.

drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk… drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk…

Hours passed. He watched the river, thought about things he never wished to think about and then watched the river some more.

drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk… drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk…

Hellboys gaze focused on the rippling water. An object, small, round and definitely a bright shade of red, bobbed on the surface.

drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk… drip, drip, drip, swish… kaplunk…

Hellboy rested his chin on his stone right hand. The answer lay upstream, in the forest. Elves were easy to remove. An accurate map was all he needed to finish the slow and uncomfortable mission. Soon, he had drifted into a shallow slumber.

The sun had barely risen and Jxiao Chen was outside tending to the many plants in her garden. She caught sight of Hellboy under the willow, his red shape in a sea of morning mist causing her a brief moment of panic until she remembered. He was here to help. Chen looked down at the grass, away from Hellboy, as she passed by. She didn't mean to be rude, her heart wept for those poor mothers and she wanted to do her best for her country. When she had committed herself to help the BPRD, however, this was not what she expected. She dutifully returned to the house to prepare congee and crullers for her visitor.

Hellboy heard Jxiao Chen pass by, yet ignored her footsteps. The poor widow had nothing to worry about. He would be gone before noon and hopefully be on a plane home within two days. One more day and he's begin to lose his appetite.

...to be continued