Author's Note and Disclaimer: Hello readers and thank you for choosing to read my story: The Witch Child. Hellboy has been an awesome series and it was Ron Perlman portrayal of Hellboy that got me interested in the series and made me fell in love with the character Hellboy.

I also want to thank the author's and their works that have inspired me to write own: "In the Pale Moonlight", "Something Old, Something New", "A Failure to Communicate", "Betwixt the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by jelibeanne, "Need" by Ossiana of the B.P.R.D, "Hellboy: A Land of Wonder" by backbreakingmetal, "Finding Home" by psyche b. mused, "Brick and Ivy" by Cherry Fingertips, and so on.

I do not own Hellboy or the characters and story belongs to Mike Mignola and Dark Horse (and some to Christopher Golden and Guillermo del Toro). The original characters and story plot do belong to me.

Rating: M for violence, blood and gore, strong language, use of tobacco and alcohol, mention of drugs, sexual contact, and suggestive language.


Prologue:

October 30, 1997

Somewhere in New Mexico, 6:47 pm.

"I don't know about this Al…" Quincy said doubtfully to his friend next to him as they got out of his parent's 1966 Chevrolet Caprice and into a secluded wooded area.

"Quince, this is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If what this guy's offering is true then our life will change for the better. Think of it Quince: Women will flock us like moths to a flame and we'll never have to fear of dying alone." Al said earnestly.

The two friends were true geeks at heart. They loved Sci-Fi movies like Star Trek and Star Wars, reading comics(even going to a comic-con, dressed up as their favorite superheroes), their bug collection, and astronomy. They were also built very differently: Quincy was a lanky young man with pale skin, freckles, and curly red hair, whilst Al was shorter than Quincy, husky (to put it nicely) with thick black glasses and acne scars on his face.

The young men also had another thing in common: they had rotten luck with attracting the opposite sex. What they wanted from a potential female companion was different from each other's: Quincy wanted love and Al wanted to make love. Quincy was a kind, sensitive, and intelligent young man who was a true romantic; he believed that those qualities are what a girl wants but every girl he's met ran into the arms of an amateur Arnold Schwarzenegger. As for Al, well Quincy believed that he's only interested in having sexual relationship.

"Yeah, I guess…" Quincy said passively, his mind still unsure about this whole ordeal. Quincy locked the doors of the vehicle and with Al's beckoning a 'come on', Quincy followed him.

Passing through the dark woods made Quincy remembered the times his father would take him to go camping and to hunt, fish, and learn about the wilderness; but, Quincy wasn't really interested in all that (except for finding cool bugs). He also wasn't interested in the sports his father tried to get him into; he wasn't as athletic as the boys he grew up with but Quincy didn't mind. What he did mind though was that he believed that his father would always see him as a disappointment.

Quincy's thoughts were put on halt when he bumped into Al. He then gazed on the surroundings he was previously oblivious to. They came across a clearing with many (dozens) men – which Quincy could tell were geeks: from pocket protectors to t-shirts with X-Men logos– and were gathered by a bonfire. Quincy recognized the clearing as a sacred ground for a local Navajo tribe. He knows this because he took a field trip here when he was younger and became fascinated by the Navajo's folklore and their mystical ways. He wondered if these men – including himself and Al – had permission to be here.

As he and Al got closer to the bonfire they saw a man dressed in a black shirt that emphasized his muscles, a distinguished black coat with three tails, black pants and boots. There he stood on a large boulder with the moon behind him (Quincy also realized that tonight was the Hunter's Moon or the Blood Moon).

When Quincy met this fellow, Mr. Talbot he called himself, he would call him a modern Adonis: tall, dark, and handsome with his dark hair swept back, chiseled features, and muscular physique. Mr. Talbot eyes were an exotic feature which was a peculiar shade of brown; however the eyes were very unsettling for Quincy. Quincy could see how the girls would naturally swoon to him, even if they were already in a relationship with someone.

When Mr. Talbot approached the two young men, he offered them a way to obtain the similar gift he's been bestowed: the unlimited power similar to animal magnetism to which no female would resist them. At first Quincy thought it was too good to be true and then became skeptical the more he thought about it, but Al was all gung-ho from the get-go and put the pressure on Quincy and he went along with it

Now, Quincy looked at the men that were gathered at the bonfire – which reached so high, it was nearly leveled with Mr. Talbot – and wondered if Mr. Talbot had promised them the same thing.

Is it really possible for this Mr. Talbot to offer such a gift? I mean it sounds like a godsend but it has to come with a price because this is too good to be true. Quincy pondered but then he noticed that he must have been zoned out because Mr. Talbot had already been speaking.

"…And now gentlemen, you too can possess this power of what you had always desired!" Mr. Talbot finished passionately and suavely.

The men started to applaud but Mr. Talbot held out his hands as a gesture to stop and that he was not done talking, his tone became solemn and calm,

"Now gaze into the fire and repeat my chant. Keep chanting with passion after passion and then let yourself be lost in the fire."

He then chanted in an unknown language and the men repeated it and followed his instructions; they repeated the chant, passion after passion, their eyes never left the fire. Quincy was lost for a bit in the beginning but Al nudged him a little and followed others, though with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

As Quincy and the others chanted, the fire suddenly became black and then it moved and swayed as if it was alive. It then spewed into the night sky and swirled around the blood moon. When the men stopped chanting, the black fire from the sky started to split – first one by one, then two by two, then four by four, and so on – and then started to take form of some sort of animal entity with red eyes.

And in a blink of an eye, it entered the men's bodies.

Quincy felt a pain that he never felt before; it was like his entire body was being burned but he wasn't really on fire. He collapsed on the ground shaking in pain and screamed – at least he thought he was he couldn't tell – bloody murder.

After what seemed like hours, the pain stopped and he slowly tried to get up. As he collected his bearings, the men he saw were completely different: no longer were wearing glasses and the ones that had hair loss had full and thick hair; their shirts were torn up but revealed a muscular physique with a full six-pack. He saw the men ecstatic and touching their newly formed body.

Seeing that, Quincy couldn't resist looking over his newly formed body and started feeling himself. He, like the others, had a muscular body and arms with a six-pack, and felt his facial features were chiseled and strong. He forgot his previous worries and he was overjoyed.

When he was done looking – more like feeling – himself over, Quincy looked up and saw Mr. Talbot's sinister expression and his face fell.

And then his world went black…


'Mr. Talbot' gazed upon his new servants, the poor fools didn't even realize that were being used. He watched the men admiring their newly developed bodies and then they screamed in pain and turned into what he wanted them to become.

Werewolves…

The now black-furred, demonic werewolves focused their blood-red eyes on the blood moon and unleashed a howl too unreal to be a wolf's. As they howled, he could feel his own beast begging – clawing as he put it – to come out and join them. He struggles as he's conflicted within himself.

Not now! You will get your chance soon but now is not the time. There's still things need to be done…

Fortunately the deep sound of an old crone distracted his inner demon, "We had provided what you required now you must do ours…"

"Of course…" He said suavely and appeared unaffected of his inner conflicts before two shriveled old crones that wore black cloaks with a symbol of three moons – waxing crescent, full moon, and waning crescent in that order – and a very dull shade of violet eyes.

"Do not worry; the child will be my next priority and your sisters will return to this world, but please be patient. Remember you must keep your end of the bargain."

"We will do as we were sworn; we will help you bring about your Lord–" said one crone, "–but you must not interfere with our plans boy, or else you'll have the devil to pay!" the other crone finished in exclaim.

"I would never dream!" He said with his body language showing slight flamboyance, "Why would I betray the ones that helped gain this power…" His tone became slightly more serious.

"I was always taught that a man never goes back on their word, and…" He looked at them dead on,

"I never go back on my word."

"For your sake, you better be right…" one crone said gravely and just like that, the two vanished into thin air, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

The man turned from where the crones once stood and faced his servants of darkness his strange brown eyes ominously.

Let the hunt begin…


So this was the prologue. Sorry for the lack of Hellboy but he will be in the next chapter. Please review and let me know if it's good or what I need to work on.

Also, I'm requesting a Beta-Reader for this story, someone with good writing skills and of course very knowledgeable in the Hellboy universe. So it's available if anyone's interested.