Hey y'all! We've basically written OC's for every character, ('cept Nuada, but his is coming soon!) and who did we miss?
No shit, Vi. This is basically a teaser/prologue/first chapter-thing, so review and we'll see how fast we post the next one, because we're starting on it when we finish posting this.
Warnings/Disclaimers: Swearing (not much in this chapter). We own nothing but the plot and Blaise........for now. This is in the same universe as Touch, so John and Abe are together! This is post HB2, but Liz isn't pregnant, and John forgave Hellboy for shipping him off to Antarctica.......and so did Abe.
In retrospect, Hellboy would never had found the secret entrance if he weren't drunk.
The demon stumbled along the halls of the BPRD, stumbling slightly. So he had gotten drunk. So what. It wasn't his fault—much. He was a little depressed, what else was he supposed to do, write poetry? John and Abe were having a good time playing chess, and Clay and Liz were out somewhere. Shortly after John and Abe got together, Hellboy and Liz realized that they felt more like brother and sister than they did boyfriend and girlfriend. And so Clay took his chance—they had been dating for three months.
Tripping over his tail, Hellboy slammed into the wall, expecting to hear a thud. Instead, he heard a hollow ringing. Straightening, Red tapped the metal again, and the same sound came out. Hooking his fingers under the metal plating, the demon winced at the screech as he peeled the metal back, revealing a dark hole. Suddenly sobered, Hellboy glanced around for stray agents and then crawled into the hole, closing it behind him.
The demon's hands fumbled on the wall, until they came across a light switch. Flicking it on, Hellboy found himself in a hallway with an elevator at the other end. Turning back the way he'd come, Red jumped in surprise; the whole wall was gone. But when he tried to reach through, his hands met metal. He cocked his head to the side—one-sided metal.
Shrugging, the demon headed for the elevator, the doors opening as he walked by. As the doors closed behind him, Hellboy noticed that the only button the elevator had was an up button, and there were no number so indicate what floor they were on. "What the hell kinda elevator is this?"
Just as Hellboy considered prying open the doors, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Red's jaw dropped as he stepped out.
In the middle of the room, there was a giant tube full of some kind of fluid that was glowing, slightly illuminating the dark room. But on second glance, it wasn't the fluid that was glowing......it was the girl floating inside of it.
The girl had long, wavy black-brown hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved dress typical of the forties, only it ended just below her knees. Black combat boots went up to the middle of her calves.
Red blinked, and then struggled for words. "What the hell is this? Is this some kinda farce?"
Suddenly, and hissing sound startled the demon, and smoke started coming out of the tube. A computer voice stated, "Password recognized. Commencing draining process."
Hellboy panicked. "Wait, what? Drainin' process? What the hell's goin' on? Aw crap!"
The tube clicked open, and the fluid spilled out, taking the girl with it. Hellboy froze, thinking she was dead, until the girl coughed and sucked in a deep breath. In seconds, Red crossed over to the girl and picked her up. "Hey, are you okay?! Girlie, talk ta me!"
The girl sat up, surprisingly dry, and blinked. Hellboy was startled by her eyes—they were a rich amber color. The demon opened his mouth to say something again, but the girl clapped a hand over his mouth. "No need to shout, sir. I can hear you perfectly. Will you let me speak?" Hellboy nodded, and the girl sighed. "What year is it, sir?"
Hellboy looked at her like she was crazy. "Today's May 6, 2009. And ya don't need ta call me 'sir'. My name's Hellboy."
The girl looked surprised. "It's been that long?"
Red blinked. "Whaddya mean, that long? How long ya been down here?"
She looked up at the demon and stood shakily. "So you must be the Hellboy, then. You were smaller when I saw you." She smirked. "Naturally, considering the last time I saw you was in 1946."
Hellboy's jaw dropped. "What? Do I know you?"
The girl shook her head. "No, you never saw me. I volunteered for an experiment for the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense in 1946. I've been down here ever since." She paused for a moment. "I was ten when I volunteered, and since I age a year approximately every seven years, I am.......nineteen." Suddenly, the girl dropped back to her knees. Hellboy, confused, headed back to the elevator. "Look, I'm gonna go back up and get ya some help, and—"
"No!" The girl's shout echoed across the room, and Hellboy turned back around. The girl blushed at her outburst. "No one above us can know that I'm awake."
Sighing, Hellboy sat down on the ground next to the girl. "'Kay, so I can't get ya help. Are ya sure yer okay?" The girl nodded. Hellboy thought for a moment, tapping his tail on the ground. "What's yer name?"
"Blaise Ashby." Blaise watched Hellboy's tail flick up and down.
"Where ya from, Blaise? Ya don't sound American."
Blaise arched an eyebrow. "I came to America when I was four from Ireland. Do I really have an accent?"
Red grinned and gestured with his fingers. "Only a teeny-weeny one. It's kinda cute."
Blaise blushed. "Um, thanks, I think." Suddenly, her hand shot out and she caught Hellboy's tail. Startled by her own actions, she dropped the appendage and her blush deepened. Red's grin widened, and he brought his tail to tuck a strand of hair of the girl's shoulder. "Cool, huh?"
The demon arched an eyebrow. "Y'know, ya don't sound like yer from the 40's."
Blaise shrugged and pointed to the tube she had been in. "The capsule I was in was hooked to your main radio and satellite systems—I'm very well informed of the past sixty-three years of history." She smiled. "MTV and National Geographic Channel are especially interesting."
Hellboy nodded. "Hmm.....creepy."
The girl arched an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Nah, it's just strange to know that I've been spied on by a nineteen-year-old for the past sixty-three years."
Blaise's pale cheeks turned even redder. "I was not spying!"
The demon laughed. "Relax, Blaise, I didn't mean ta get ya all hot and bothered!" As he spoke, he noticed that since the girl was sitting cross-legged, he could slightly see up her skirt. Blaise followed his gaze, and her legs promptly closed.
Suddenly, a buzzing noise startled the two, and Hellboy saw that his communicator was vibrating madly. He groaned and stood. "Nanny squad." As he headed to the elevator, he glanced around. "Are ya sure ya don't need anythin'?"
Blaise nodded. "I'll be fine." She paused. "Will you come back to visit?"
Hellboy grinned and the elevator doors opened. "You can bet on it." His grin grew as the doors started to close. "'Sides, ya look cute when ya blush!"
The last thing he heard before the doors slid shut was Blaise's shocked gasp. The demon laughed all the way back up the elevator.
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