After investigating a massacre at a campground somewhere in Florida USA, the team finds an injured and traumatized teenager. Some things are not always as they appear. Slight AbexOc.
Hey! This is my first fanfiction ever submitted. Be gentle, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Hellboy universe. Gracie however is mine.
Paper Cut
Chapter: One
Summer camp. I always hated it. Well, At least the thought of it. This was my first time going and I thought I was a little old to be here. Sixteen and at a Mormon summer camp. Mom said I needed to make friends within our new church. She said that moving to a new County would be difficult for me. It was, and she was the one making it difficult for me.
Moving was never very hard for me. But this was like a slap in the face. A new school. A new house. Same friends. Except now I couldn't see them. Now I couldn't do things with them. Mom was trying to 'save my soul' or some such nonsense. I went to church as a child, but that was about it. After she trucked me across the country and plopped me in a new, private, elementary school, I was pretty much damned. Luckily, I got out of that. The churches here never appealed to me. The kids there were snobby and rude. They made fun of me and threw things at me. Much like what had just happened.
My name is Grace Fernandez. My friends call me Gracie. I'm short, chubby and no one here seems to like me.
I walked silently down the dirt path to my cabin and I mused in my head, the wonders of summer camp. Shadows played along the path. It must have been around seven in the afternoon.
The girls here are pretty. Tanned and slim. Good at running, maybe volley ball, maybe lacrosse? Nah, only a few are muscular enough for that. Some are blondes, brunettes and red heads. Some are even like me with long, thick, black hair. Well, no. None are like me, in fact, they outcast me. No one lets me sit at the dinner tables with them. So instead of standing to eat, I just went without dinner.
The sun was setting and the trees were looking ominous.
Maybe I should… Walk a little faster, yeah good idea.
I quickened my pace over the dirt and I swear to god I heard a growl.
When I finally reached my cabin, I slowly opened the door and peeked in. The cabin was dark and filled with black.
Good, no one is home. I opened the door fully, trotting right in.
I sleep by myself in the back left corner. We have bunks, but no one wanted to share with me. I sat down on the bottom and enjoyed the quiet. The dark, lonely, empty, hallow, horrid quiet.
And just like that, all hell broke loose.
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Professor broom was the first to emerge from the dark tinted vehicle. His old age and wisdom were both very noticeable in his appearance. He slowly stepped forward into the darkness of night and asked the question on everyone's mind.
"What happened here?" His voice held little but sadness. Wind and dust whipped at his white hair.
One of his agents spoke up. "Uh, well sir, the information that we have gathered so far, is that it was a paranormal attack on a religious youth outing." The woods seemed to darken and the smell of death was eminent. The tangy sent of rotting flesh.
The team of agents scoured the camp ground. Taking note of all bodies found, looking for clues and answers. Abraham Sapien joined the side of Dr. Broom.
"They're just children." His voice was full of intelligence as he picked up a book from his small collection.
"What do you think could do such a thing?" He flipped through several books, without finding a lead.
"I'll tell you what could." Hellboy, the large red demon spoke up.
"Looks to me like we have ourselves some hungry little buggers here." He picked up a piece of a bloodied skull.
"Well, maybe not so hungry anymore." Lazily tossing the skull fragment to the side, he stood up.
Abe took the chance and spoke. "Ah, but Red, judging on how far the bodies are strewn about, and how little is eaten. I'd say we only have one or two evil entities." He blinked, twice, his fingers spread.
They both took to walking among the scattered remains, searching for a survivor or beast with the rest of the agents.
"The records say that this mess has been here for two or more days. I don't think we're going to find ourselves a monster. However clues to what it might be are always an upper hand." Abe struggled trying to step over a body with out touching it.
"Say Abe, why don't you, I don't know, touch something and help us out a bit? Look into the past and help with the present?" Red's voice was on the verge of annoyance.
"Heavens no. A slaughter of this magnitude is not something I wish to see. Only if no leads turn up, will I think of subjecting myself to such horrors." Abe quickly made it away from the dead youth and continued walking next to his friend.
Suddenly, one of the agents yelled into the night. "Hey! I found something!" Some of the other agents crowded him, guns loaded. Others continued on with their duties. Both Hellboy and Abe were amongst the crowd. Hellboy, of course pushed through and Abe fallowed closely behind. The two had entered into one of the small cabins. Blood was smeared and splashed over the walls, body parts and handprints lined the walls and floors. The darkness gave the room a very eerie and unwelcoming feeling. The agent had pulled one of the bunk beds from the left hand wall. He crouched over a slowly breathing mass.
He turned and said loudly. "Get a medic team! She's still alive!"
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Some nice gore next chapter. All the more fun I say!