"Get back here you little brat!" a fuming police officer yelled.
A girl that looked to be in her teens was running as fast as her feet would carry; which, incidentally, happened to be extremely fast. The cop following her was in his cruiser, yelling into the speakers on it. Everything in her pale violet eyes went by in a blur, and her dark purple hair went flying behind her; you didn't see girls like these very often in New York.
In the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, an agent was getting a distressing call from the police stating that afield officer was chasing a suspect; and that the suspect was running away on foot, and the officer, chasing after her in his cruiser, which was going full speed.
"Thanks very much Captain, I'll be sure to send someone over right away," the agent informed and then, hung up.
He sighed ad took his notes down to Manning. When Manning saw the report he was astounded, and pleased at the same time.
"Send Hellboy after her, would you? He's been complaining for quite sometime now to get out,"
When Hellboy finally reached the sight, fifty miles ahead of the cop and girl, he was warned to be ready; apparently the girl was quite the little Flash. Hellboy could hear the sirens, and braced himself.
"Lets see what you got girlie," he muttered under his breath, stretching his arms out wide.
And sure enough, the girl slammed right into him, going at such a great speed, that sent Hellboy flying back, as though he'd been hit by a train.
The girl stood up, and looked down at the dozed demon. She had to get away; she wasn't going to prison. She started out, but found something holding her back. She looked down at her ankle, and saw a red tail wrapped around it. She followed the tail back to the red demon that had stopped her. She growled in aggravation. She didn't want to use it, but she had to get away. With a sharp tug, and a few hits at the tail, the girl tried to free herself, it was like she was already in cuffs. 'Then again, being stuck in a cell would be better than being stuck with this big lug of a demon.' the girl thought.
She clenched her left fist, and focused on the bones in her hand. She soon felt it trying to push its way through and she unclenched her fist. When the bone was nearly all the way out, she stopped focusing. Unlike most bones, her's had a maximum density, making it the equivalent to titanium. The girl swallowed hard; looking nervously at the demons massive stone hand. The sirens were growing louder, if there was ever a time to do this, it would be now.
With her right hand, she pulled the other bone out of her body, and felt, her left forearm go limp temporarily before another bone replaced its comrade.
"Sorry, but I ain't goin' with you," she sad to the demon, and with a deft strike, made the first incision on the demon's tail. The girl could just see the glittering red blood as it poured from the cut, this had no effect what so ever; but when the aroma of the blood reached her nostrils, it started a frenzy. She could feel her eyes change color to crimson red, the same as the blood, felt her canines growing longer, and felt her nails growing to a sharp point. Then, her tail and ears came out of hiding; her wolf-demon side had come out fully now.
Suddenly, the wolf-demon caught off balance by a sudden jerk from the tail. The red demon rose, holding its tail up to inspect the damage.
"Now why'd you go and do a thin like that?" he asked, looking at the girl.
She said nothing, just lunged out at him, trying fiercely to draw more blood. She brought the blade up, ready to strike, but the demon blocked it with his stone hand.
"Now a few seconds ago, you were shy as a kitten; what the hell happened?" he asked, examining the bone, "and what in hells name is that?"
"A bone; ever see one before?" she asked, trying to push through to reach some sort of flesh.
The girl was growling madly, but suddenly stopped; the cops were just around the corner. She jumped back, landing on top of a near by wall.
"See ya later," she called to the demon, malicious grin on her face as she stepped back.
Outraged, Hellboy punched through the wall with his stone hand. He waited for the the dust to clear, and found the girl had vanished.
'That girl is really startin' to piss me off,' he thought, as he headed gloomily back to the BPRD.
"What do you mean, 'you lost her'?" Manning yelled.
"She jumped over a wall, and by the time through the wall, she'd vanished," Hellboy argued.
"What about when you had her in custody? You said you managed to stop her," Manning retorted.
"She fought back, she was usin' her bones as some sorta sword," Hellboy replied.
An agent outside was nervous, the angry voices inside sounded ready to murder.
"Go on, what are you waiting for?" the voice whispered in his ear, pressing a sharp edge into his back.
He hesitantly opened the door and walked in, stopping at the threshold.
"I hate to interrupt," he said, but was cut off.
"WHAT?" Manning and Hellboy yelled together.
"Someone is here to see you," the agent replied, cold sweat dripping down his temples.
"Who?" Manning asked, calming down.\
"Me," the voice replied, walking into view, bone in her hand.
"You!" Hellboy yelled.
"Miss me?" the wolf-demon asked, twirling the sword like bone in her hand.
"How on earth did you find this place?" Manning asked.
"I am a wolf, so I should be pretty good with tracking," the demon replied, now looking absolutely bored.
"What's your name?" Hellboy asked.
"I go by many a name, but you can call me Kaala," she replied, another malicious grin appearing.