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3 years earlier...
"Why am I doin' this again, Father?" Hellboy turned to the elderly man with a raised brow as they walked down the seemingly endless hallway of the New Jersey General, the hallways lined with agents from the FBI as they made their way to the room they were told to go.
They had gotten an anonymous tip from someone in the hospital, saying they had gotten a patient with strange abilities and no way to control them. Enter the BPRD.
Broom looked up at his son once before he looked back at the way they were headed, "I've already told you, Hellboy; we are thinking about recruiting this girl and having her work with us. The only problem is, she doesn't trust normal people." he said.
The red skinned man nodded in understanding, "I gotcha, do ya think I'll need the Good Samaritan for this one?" he asked, tapping the gun in it's holster for emphasis.
His father shook his head, "You shouldn't need to, just don't startle the girl and everything should be just fine, Son." they finally stopped outside one of the shut examination rooms, "The nurse that had been looking after her told me that she is in here,that's how she left her when they all left the hospital. Be careful with her, Hellboy." were his parting words before he was escorted back outside to wait by the garbage truck with Abe, who was having a little trouble with his apparatus when they got there.
Hellboy watched him go before he turned back to look at the door, "Hello?" he knocked twice before he cautiously opened the door, "Is there anyone in here?" he called into the sterile looking room before he stepped inside fully and shut the door behind him.
The room was like your average examination room, the bed was covered in wax paper, the counter was littered with jars filled with different stuff that the doctors used, extra chairs were set up by the wall for the people that came into the room with the patient, and there was a table at the far corner of the room with a shut down laptop on top. Of course, all over the floor, there were shards of broken glass along with Q-tips and cotton swabs, they all looked like they had been flung around the room by something, "Hello?" he called again, stepping forward to get away from the door.
"Don't come any closer." a hushed, female voice came out of no where, and Hellboy found himself turning his head this way and that to find the source.
His eyes finally trailed under the table where he could see a pair of black sneakers attached to jean clad legs, cramped up under it, "I ain't gonna hurt ya, I just wanna talk." he walked a little bit closer, "I'm Hellboy, I go by Red or HB if you don't wanna call me by my full name. What about you? What's your name?" he asked as he took a few more steps before he crouched down to look under the table.
It was a female of about nineteen years old, that much he could tell. She had pitch black hair cut into a messy pixie cut, her bangs hanging in her face and getting in her bright emerald green eyes that were framed perfectly by her fair skin. She was dressed in a baggy, long sleeve, black shirt that had one sleeve hanging off her shoulder. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans that were ripped up on her thighs and knees; but what really got his attention on her, was the multiple cuts and bruises on her left cheek and whatever skin that was exposed to him, "Indiana. But, I have people call me Indy." she said quietly, a cut on her lip opening up and bleeding just a little bit more with each word she spoke.
"Hm, nice name." he remarked kindly as he swiped his tail underneath him to clear away whatever glass had been there, then he sat down and crossed his legs underneath him, "Mind tellin' me what you're doin' under there?" he asked her.
Indiana looked away, thinking about her answer, then she looked up at him, "I'm not crazy in case you were thinking that. I'm just afraid that my father will find out where I am and he'll come get me again. He's the one that did this to me." she gestured towards her entire body with one scratched up hand, "I managed to escape and come here to get treated for my wounds, but my power got in the way and people panicked." she finished this with a look of apology on her face.
Hellboy pursed his lips and nodded, "Yeah, I could get that by the fact that I'm here right now, talking to you about it, Indy." he leaned forward to get closer, his sanded down horns hitting the edge of the table as he did this, "Listen, that's not the only reason I'm here. My father wants to recruit you into our little group." she looked at him in surprise.
"What group is that?" she asked.
"The BPRD," he replied, "Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, is what it stands for. We're the good guys, trust me." he said, then a thought occurred to him, "What is your power?" he asked her.
She actually looked sheepish as she raised one hand up and pointed behind him, "Turn and look." she said as he complied.
Behind him, glowing an emerald green color, was one of the multiple jars from the counter; floating in mid air.
He turned back to the black haired girl under the table, "Telepath, huh?" he asked, then raised a brow when she shook her head.
"I'm telekinetic, there's a difference. Telepathy involves reading someone's mind, and telekinesis involves moving objects with your own mind. I hate it when people screw them both up the way they do." she explained, then looked at him curiously, "You really want me to join this BPRD group? Because I have to warn you, sometimes I can't really control it and weapons tend to go flying when that happens." she said rather ashamedly and picked at a loose string hanging off the bottom of her baggy shirt.
He smiled at her and stuck his left hand under the table wordlessly, a sign that said 'Yes, come with me.'
Indiana blinked out at him before her gaze drifted to his outstretched hand and she cautiously grabbed it and crawled out from under the table when he stood up to give her room.
As she got to her feet and gained feeling back in her limbs after being cramped up under there for God knows how many hours, she looked up at him, she was at least two heads shorter than him, "Will I fit in?" she asked him.
He laughed at this, "'Will I fit in?' Hell yeah, you will. You're goin' to a place with a blue fish man, a bright red demon, and an old man who runs the place; compared to all of us, your gonna be the most normal one around. Well," he looked up at the ceiling and muttered this, "minus all the normal human agents, but don't pay any attention to them. They're mainly there to hold our weapons in their places and shoot at the stuff we can't get." he explained.
She laughed, a bright twinkle of a laugh that sounded to him like a new bell on a church, "Okay, you have me convinced." she said with a dazzling smile that drew more blood from her cut lip.
Hellboy grimaced at the sight, "First things first, though." he said as they started walking to the door, "We've gotta get ya cleaned up before we can really do anything." he finished as they stepped out into the hallway and were escorted out of the building and back to home.
Hellboy smiled slightly at the memory of that day as he sat in the library with Abe and Indy, both of whom were discussing some new book series they had just finished reading. Well, it was more of a heated argument than an actual discussion.
"Abe, I'm telling you, the Percy Jackson series was not poorly written, it was simply made for people who don't spend their time reading four books a week from back in the 18th century." Indiana argued with a shake of her head as she stood outside the large tank that held the aquatic man. She was dressed in a new, form fitting black long sleeve shirt with dark blue, skinny jeans, and black, buckle up boots that went up her calves and stopped two inches below her knees. Her black hair was still in the messy pixie cut she had the same day they had met, and her fair skin and emerald green eyes had remained unchanging. Really, the only thing that had changed was the multiple wounds she had gathered from the abuse her father put her through, had vanished. Now, her elegant, basically elven features were shown off plainly; catching nearly every agent's attention since the day she arrived, much to the unknown chagrin of the demon man.
For the first six months she had been there, she had been shy. Never really said anything to anyone unless she was directly spoken to, HB was the exception. She would always talk to him, and soon the two had become best friends in a matter of weeks. Then her wounds disappeared, she started learning to fight, and pretty soon everyone was paying more attention to her than their own jobs.
Abraham shook his head at her from inside his tank, "To me, the Percy Jackson series seemed much more childish than the Harry Potter series, which was just strange to me." he said.
The now twenty two year old woman glared at him, her finely shaped eyebrows drawing downward and her green eyes sparking in anger, "If you diss the Harry Potter series one more time, Abe, I will remove every single water source you could get your hands on, and you will dry to a crisp until you apologize." she threatened and Hellboy had to laugh at that, he knew she'd do it too.
"Don't scare him, Indy," he called from his position in the comfy chair that Broom had placed in there specifically for him when he chose to go into the library, "People are entitled to their opinions after all." he said.
Indy grimaced, "I can't help it, I'm a Potterhead and I can't stand it when someone says something negative about Harry Potter." she said, before the large doors opened and in walked the Professor, "Hi, Professor Broom." she called happily after promises of 'This will continue later' towards the other two men in the room.
The elder man smiled at the woman as he walked towards Hellboy, "Son," he said when he stood in front of the demon, who had stood up to greet him, "you cannot keep running off these agents because you do not like them." he said sternly.
Hellboy looked over towards Indiana and Abe and rubbed the back of his head with his left hand, "I see no point in having a Nanny Squad look after me, Father. I'm sixty years old now, I mean c'mon. I shouldn't need looking after at my age." he said with a sigh.
His father shook his head, sighing, "Your right, you shouldn't. But, with the way you act, it could have fooled me." he turned to leave, "In two days, a new agent will be joining your, how you put it, 'Nanny Squad', and I don't want this one to go running for the hills like the last one, Hellboy. Do I make myself clear?" he didn't wait for the red skinned man to answer before he had already walked out the large doors once again, closing them both with a loud slam.
Hellboy growled low in his throat, "I don't need anyone to look after me. I'm a grown man for Christ's sake, I think I'm capable of taking care of myself." he ranted before a dainty hand was placed on his left bicep, and he looked down to see Indy looking up at him sympathetically.
"Red," she said, "he's just doing this for your own good, I mean, you really aren't exactly the easiest guy to handle, your father is just trying to help you, can you give him a break, please? Just humor him, don't run the new guy off, let him join the team." she was giving him her 'puppy dog eyes', a look she frequently used to get him to agree to doing something. It wouldn't have worked on him if it were anyone else but Indy, but since it were her, he nodded.
"Alright, I'll do it... But, I'm doin' it for you, Indy. Not for my father or anyone else." he relented.
She smiled up at him in thanks before she turned back and started up the argument with Abe again.
Hellboy watched her go with a small smile, he'd do it because she wanted him to do it, not because his father wanted him to.
And there's chapter one!
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