Hey, it's MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! This is meh new story. I looked upon the site - and found, like, hardly ANY comic-based BPRD stories. I felt kinda bad - cause I know that BPRD comic fans are kinda sad cause there's none up here - so I WROTE ONE!

This is The Dead, featuring my OC, Jink. I plan on doing three: The Dead, The Black Flame, and The Universal Machine. If you guys haven't read them yet, go do it - NOW.

See you at the end! ~Izzy

I am not normal.

Looking at me, most would exclaim, "Oh, of course you are, sweetheart! Who ever gave you that idea?"Then they would check out my duds: my black shirt, my black jacket, my black jeans, my fedora, and my Vans with the flaming skulls.

"Well, your a little . . . dark, but you're okay!" Most will usually add.

But they know nothing of my history.

I was born normal. But when I was about five years old, I got struck by lightning. My mom watched. She wasn't amazed that I survived, or the fact that I was able to move afterwords - she was amazed that I got up and threw lightning back into the sky, like I was 'getting back for being hit', as my mom put it.

My mom dumped me on a street corner, with strict instructions not to move - "Someone will be by to pick you up," she told me. My, being naive, believed her, and stayed on the street corner - for three days. I didn't move, I didn't eat - hell, I didn't even try to run. For three solid days.

During which time, my mother's spreading rumors about how I got possessed by Satan or something like that, and how I tried to attack her with my lightning skills. People actually believed her, sadly and soon I was getting unwanted attention.

After about two days, I was getting people left and right who wanted to check out the 'lightning freak'. I didn't care - people were people, and I couldn't stop them if they wanted to stare at me.

During this entire period, I was getting acquainted with my powers. I started small at first, aiming at bugs and rocks. But soon I was able to focus onto people and moving cars. Man, you shoulda seen their faces when I hit 'em!

Well, it was probably ten o'clock at night on the third day, when a black van pulled up. I stared with glassy eyes. Were these the promised people? Could I finally get off of the curb? To my disappointment, it was just another van full of people wanting to check out the freak.

I grew angry, and lashed out. To this day, I'm still not sure what I did. All I know is that by the time I was through with them at least 4 people had to be hospitalized, and their van was completely trashed. Cops came, a fire truck came - I found it completely amusing. I sat in the backseat of the police cruiser, watching the lights flash on the people's faces. They all looked so sad. I wondered why, not really understanding what I had done.

I never noticed him coming to towards the car until the door opened. At first, all I could see was red. I craned my neck to see hs face (Good God he was tall). He looked down at me with a mixture of pity and interest. To my small self, he reminded me of the way a dad would look at their child when they've done something wrong.

I was the first to speak: "Who're you? Are you the people Mommy said was gonna come get me?"

He crouched down to look me in the eye. "When did your mommy say this?" he asked me in a quiet way. His voice was a deep baritone, and seemed to reverberate in the empty car.

"Mommy said three days ago that someone was gonna come get me, and not to move off of the corner. I 'member cause it was Saturday, after cartoons."

He growled, stood, and walked away. I coulda sworn that I caught a glimpse of a tail as he walked away. I didn't think anymore of him.

After what seemed like eternity, I lay down on the seat and fell asleep. I only woke when I felt someone pick me up. I cracked my eyes open irritably: it was the giant red monkey-man.

"Where we goin'?" I managed to slur. "Are we goin' home?"

He shifted me so I was cradled in one arm so he could open what sounded like a car door. "I'm takin' ya home with me," he said. A door slammed, and with an engine roar, we began to move.

"Where's Mommy?" I asked worriedly; I didn't want her to think I was disobeying her by leaving the corner.

"Your mommy had to go away for a while," he explained. "She told me to take care of ya. And . . . that she loves ya."

Yawning, I curled up again and fell back to sleep in his arms.

*************

That was almost eleven years ago. In my time at the BPRD, I've learned new things - more about my powers, about my mom and what she did, and about life in general. I've found a family at the BPRD.

Like Hellboy. He's like the father I never knew. Even though he was seldom home, he always made time to hang out with me, whetherit was playing cards or watchin' a movie. He's been gone for a long time, off fighting whatever it is he's fighting. I hope he comes home soon.

Liz is like the sister I've always wanted. Our powers are so similarly alike, it's eerie. When we're not busy, she never really minds if I hang out with her. She grew up at the BPRD, too. If it weren't for her, I mighta gone insane a while ago.

Then there's Abe. I don't know if he likes me that much. He acts indifferent towards me, despite my efforts to befriend him. I don't know what I've done to make him act like that towards me, but I hope I can fix it - he's a nice guy, and I want to be his friend.

But out of all of them, Roger has got to be my BEST friend. We're always hangin' out together, doin' SOMETHING - even if it's just laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, listening to music. Screw the world - Roger is all I shall ever need. Even in the face of danger, he's all I'll need.

So I don't know why I don't want Captain Daimio here.

Seriously - I don't know. I accepted Johann when he joined our little family. It's hard to understand him sometimes, but he's a fun guy to be around. I love him to death - he's like the uncle that likes to talk . . . . alot.

Maybe it's because this man doesn't fit into the freak norm.

Or maybe . . . it's because they brought him here to take Hellboy's place.

CLIFF-HANGER! Well, not really . . . . yeah . . . . Tell me what you guys think! please? I know i'm not that strong a writer, and I will take ideas to make this story better in any way. I'm going off The Dead TPB, and it's sorta weird writing each scene with my OC, so tell me what I can do to make it better!

Love yas!

~Izzy