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Blaze of Unglory

Chapter 1.) Insight

Lips lined with dark brown lipliner? Check. Filled in with dark red color? Check. Eyes smoky and rimmed? Check. Hair tossed aside carelessly? Check.

As how every school morning started for me. Well, sort of. I got up 'too'early, averaging around 4:00am normally where I lay my clothes out and go downstairs to make coffee.

"Morning." I tried to sound cheery, hoping that a new reaction would occur.

"Morning." She replied, something she did the same way every morning. I stopped in my tracks even so. It was odd, hearing Mom instead of Dad. Dad always said good morning first, kissed my head and handed me my own Black Death. I extremely detested coming back here after spending the summer at Dad's, I enjoyed it more there. I loved both my parents, despite the clear differences between our relationships. That's just the way I am, I see equality.

"Your brother up yet?" I shrugged. What was I, his keeper? I turned to look at her. I had her eyes, hair, body build and originally her nose. When I was about 13 I had an accident and broke it. I healed so fast it healed crooked. Not sideways, sort of indenting inward around the middle.

"Well if you don't mind, could you get him up?" Mom's face hidden in a viel of black hair. Hers stopped a few inches past her chin, mine ended almost to my hips. I waved to show I would and made my way carefully down the beige carpeted hallway with my red cup. There was four doors, his next ot the guest room. I pounded on his door several times.

"Get up Loser, it's time for school." I pressed my multi-pierced ear against his door and listened. Nothing, not a sound. I pounded agan before opening the door and going in. The room was dark and musty smelling and a complete mess. I saw his bed in the corner, the dark blue comforter a mound over his body presumably. I rolled my eyes and walked in, avoiding his clutter and trash. He was so messy, my complete opposite.

"Hey, get up." I pulled the covers off of him, his face in a dark pillow, his stupid butt in the air. I grabbed a pillow that had fallen onto the floor and hit him with it, he rolled over and groaned.

"Get up!" I was growing impatient quickly. Mom always said I had Dad's quick temper. I had most of Mom's looks and Dad's personality, Trevor had . . .a lot of Dad's looks and Mom's personality. Twins and near polar opposites. However, two differences that sent us spiralling away from each other more was the fact that I was . . .strange. Dad's kind of strange.

I had a tail. It gets better too, upon getting angry I was prone to "Bursting" or in other words expelling extremely hot flames from my body.

"If you don't get up I'll call Debby and tell her that you fart continously in your sleep like an old man." He bolted right up and I grinned.

Dad would have loved that one. I had that same lopsided grin that he always had when he was up to no good or being an ass. He and I got along like best pal's, Trevor mostly shunned him, so I became Daddy's Little Girl and Daddy's Best Son. Once when I was younger he put a cigar in my mouth. Mom nearly birthed a calf when she had walked in and saw us.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I nodded and made my way out of his smelly dank room as fast as I could. I went to the very end of the lightened hallway, a window letting in the barest amount of morning sun. There was the door that led up to the attic, a white painted shabby door. Upon opening it was the dark wood stairs leading up that turned to the left and went even higher. I moved the dark green drapery that shielded my room from view of the stairs and made my way to my Vanity. Setting my Black Death down I went to my armoir, pulling out a pair of tight black leather pants that were custom made for my tail and shimmied into them. I had lain my top across my bed. I went back to take another swig, my tail swinging back and forth.

A bodice top was what I wore, dark red with tiny black strips. I got a lace shrug and found my knee high boots. I was complete after my watch and my lucky charm bracelets.

I heard mom yelling for Trevor, the bus must be here already. He had to go to good old highschool. I couldn't go to regular school, and unless I wore something that hid my tail, I barely ever got to go out in public. I had been through that, knowing all too well how the normals acting around people like me and Dad.

I could honestly say that I wasn't the best person in the world. I always picked or bullied any human I could and was a frequent 'member' at the hidden B.P.R.D, Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence. Where other delinquets, children of the 'normals, were sent to Juvy', I and Others, were sent to the Bureau. After Mom and Dad divorced he had gone back, 'Agent Hellboy' a welcomed entity there. I aspired to be an Agent myself, like dad. I wanted nothing more then to be around my own kind.

Although getting caught waterboarding a human bitch that stomped on my tail screaming freak wasn't the best impression either.

Fire and the tail wasn't exactly it on my list of weirdness really. Where as both my parents were catholics, I was a Pagan. A few years ago Mom caught me trying to weave a spell over the house, for protection and all that, boy was my ass feeling sorry after. I didn't even try to explain myself to Dad, the only thing we had ever butt heads on was the fact that I did magick.

My relationship with mom was a lot like my relationship with Trevor. Trevor is like her in the sense that he is 'normal', human. So naturally she would favor him over me, a human trait. I wasn't as good as Trevor, neither would I be in her eyes. It had hurt for years and years that she loved him over me, as if it were my fault that I had a tail, or that I had burned two of our houses down purposely. I hadn't always been violent and full of anger. I may not be human exactly but I still had feelings, I could feel the anger, the anger that my twin, my own flesh , born of the same egg, born of the same womb, recieved the care and attention that I craved so earnestly. I didn't hate him, but I nearly could. He was always so much better, more appreciated, more loved and all that shit.

Dad always tried to make things seem better by telling me how she didn't hate me, that she was only being skittish and protective. He would never dive down further which made me think she had encountered another fire user in the past and it happened to be a bad to say she is usually very careful around me, stepping on sinking stones I like to say. She knows that anger triggers my inner Fire so she always tries to be calm about situations. Specially when ever I burn, nothing is ever left. Another reason why her house never has any pets.

I grabbed my tattered and clearly used hiking bag and headed out, if I snuck around I could get to Central Park and have a 'hay day'. Life was great on days I didn't work as a waitress at the Lazy Cat, and I had no other schooling agter I got my GED at the age of 15. It rocked being a 17 year old with money . . .ot at least, almost 17.

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Fharryn sluggishly moved off the packed bus and out onto the cement sidewalk. It was almost night, and a few more blocks would be where her house was. She trudged towards her green house, knowing her selfish brother probably wouldn't be home till much later since it was a friday and he had the priviliges to go out and have would be 17 in almost four months, October born twins. Although this made no difference to Fharryn yet, things were about to turn around, for better . . . or for worse.

The first thing she noticed about her tidy suburban home was that her mom's red car was in the driveway. Usually she would have the house to herself until at tleast 8:00pm on Fridays. The next thing was another car that was parked right behind hers, this one was clearly expensive, sheek and black. She looked at its highly tinted windows, unable to tell if anyone was in it or not. 'Kidnappers or what?'

She nearly grinned at the thought and shook her head, opening the door and walking in. She slung her backpack on a coat hook and almost made her way to the kitchen when she noticed her full livingroom instead and stopped.

"Dad . . ?" He was the first one she saw, bright red, trench coat . . .filed down horns. . .

"Hey Kiddo." He had that cheery tone in his voice that made it hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. She did allow a small grin to slide on her pale face. Who were the other men though? There was two, both of them in suits. An older man, worn rugged and tired, no hair and a middle aged one that also looked rather worn around the edges with a full head of black hair. Her eyes caught the badge on the black haired one and backed up slowly, putting her hands up n the air.

"Whoa . . I didn't do it this time. Honest." Her voice low and sincere. She saw her father crack a grin.

"This is Agent Myers and . . . .Manning. Cool your jets, Blaze, they aren't here to arrest anyone." She was surprised by two things, one that his tone had been humorous enough to convince her that she wasn't in trouble and two, he had used her nickname. Every son had a mocking nickname their father gave them as children.

Agent Myers reached to shake her hand, he had a good strong grip and was surprised when hers came back just as strong. If they weren't here for her, then why were they here at all?

"Do you have to say it with such loathing?" Manning was a whiner Fharryn deduced. He and Trevor should get along just fine. She saw her mother standing not too far away, arms crossed and a slightly angry expression on her face.

"She doesnt really need to meet them," Liz turned to her daughter, calmly. "Just go to your room for a while, or maybe go and see your friends. Trevor should be home soon." She nearly winced at the tone she had taken except her comment to Manning about Trevor shook her off. Of course it was business with Trevor. Fharryn held up a slender finger, her nails painted a deep dark red.

"A, No friends. B, how come I can't stay down here. Whats Trevor have to do with the B.P.R.D.?" She looked to her Dad for help. He sat down on the already packed couch, Liz leaning against the arm.

"The-"

"No HB, She doesn't need to have anything to do with this. Leave it at that. It's bad enough Trevor is applicable." Hellboy rolled his eyes and sighed, an act his daughter did quite often.

She could feel the heat across her face as she was ostricized in her own house. Her hands clenched. Her mom was about to speak when the door opened and Trevor burst in.

His face went blank at the sight of their father, and then to surprise at Myers and Manning.

"What is he applying for exactly?" Her tone harsh and demanding, she had an idea but it made her furious to think about it.

"Whats . . going on? You called and said it was an emergency." His large muscular build was definitely Hellboys, his facial features looked so similar that one might mistake them had the older not been red. Myers stood up with Manning as Fharryn went and stood by her lounging father. He looked up at her and winked but she didn't smile. Her mother went to him and kissed him on the cheek before herding him in and closing the door.

"I'm Director Manning and this is Agent Myers. We are from B.P.R.D, your mother and father once worked for us." Manning was all smooth and professional as Myers looked back to Fharryn and Hellboy. He caught the golden eyes of Fharryn and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Upon turning 17 your parents agreed to allowing you access to training at the Bureau, to become an Agent like them. This is your notice call." Myers walked over to Fharryn and Hellboy taking notice in her angry state. She turned to her father.

"You know I've wanted to become an Agent like you. Why is it that only he is offered this? He is a normal anyways, wouldn't I be the better choice?" She completely dismissed the fact that Manning had said her mother had been one too.

"Why am I not good enough for this?" Fharryn burst out, her face full of growing anger as she stood up and her voice grew louder. She didn't know what it was, but it still didn't seem fair. She looked from Myers to her Father. Hellboy sighed before looking to Myers.

"Out of the two of them, I'd bet on Blaze here. She is fiesty and has a good head on her." She felt her cheeks warming up as pride scorged through her at the praising words of her father. She sat back down and her father rested a hand on her knee. She was unused to anyone but her father touching her. Myers nodded to her surprise, having expected negation from him.

"Trevor does looks a little . . ." He seemed to look around for the right word.

"Normal? Not cut out for the work of a real Agent?" Fharryn blurted out but never the less Myers nodded.

"I've read your files, and you do show promise. You ar a little violent, and you have that temper of your fathers." Fharryn looked to her dad, was he talking about her . . . he had a smug look.

"I have files?" He nodded again, it was monochromatic.

"Yeah, your whole family does." She looked to her dad again and he shrugged. He looked like he wanted to smoke.

"Do you want to try out?" The room went silent. Golden eyes filled with inquiry. She ignored the fact her mother was starting a scene on the other side of the room.

She nodded vigarously.

"Oh yes, I've always wanted to follow in Dad's steps." Her voice was small and acquaint with this.

Trevor had a wide mouth, Liz looked nearly choked and her father had a smug look.

"You are aware that the firld work gets quite dangerous?" She gave Myers a plain look.

"Please, I'm daughter of Hellboy, we live for dangerous." She pshed him and her father laughed before patting her knee.

"That's my girl."

I stepped out of the full sized bathroom in nothing but a black bra and a pair of black boxers, walking through the average tiled floored, marble counter topped kitchen while sidestepping a tired looking Mom and her green cup of Black Death. It was actually just a simple mug of black coffee, but when Trevor and I had been little he had snuck a sip once, after tasting it he then on called it Black Death. I love the bitter taste of it though.

EDIT: I re-wrote most of this chapter, and will be doing so for the ones I previously posted. Sorry for the inconvience but its seriously better this way.

Short first chapter, should be taking off soon though.
Also, I love Liz, so . . . I'm not making her a bad guy or anything, stuff happens and people wear down, its hard to be a fairy godmother sometimes.

And another note 8} dontcha love em? Nuada is the intended 'romance'. I hate that he died, it was too cruel for any villian and he just happened to be misunderstood. motivation enough.