l"Hanna…. Hey it's me again, your best buddy Rachael. You haven't been answering any of my emails or voice mails. I know you said that you just wanted to get away from here for a while, and sort out everything that was going on in your head; but you said you would keep contact. I just really hope you hear this and haven't broken your computer or phone again. If you hear this, respond as soon as possible. I'm getting worried…. I guess I'll talk to you later.."

*BEEP*

"End of message twelve, would you like to dele…"

A resounding click went through the room, and the sound of a machine being shut off by having the plug pulled out of the wall echoed throughout. In this room, it was filled with what appeared to be smoke. In all actuality, it was an incense. An incense that was carefully burning in a metal bowl that had intricate swirls in the metal that looked like they were burned onto it. By this odd bowl, a dirty dishwater blonde was sitting in the wooden chair that was the only piece of furniture in the room, the short hair on the person swished back and forth as they breathed through the green plaid scarf wrapped around their mouth and nose. The cheekbones of this person were high, showing Native American descent. But the skin was obviously pale, their eyes were blue and hair blonde, making you think of the soldiers that Hitler used in World War II. The gender seemed unknown. No curves, no breasts, and not ever the showing of the jaw that might at the very least hint the gender.

"I'm sorry Rachael." The question answered with the distinctly female voice.

Now that the question of if the hero or not was female or male is answered, we can now further on the questioning.

"But… I've changed, I can't talk to you anymore. Mom would kill me if she found out I'm like this!"

A few tears released from this woman's eyes, her hands grabbing at the top of her head, curling up like a snail touched by an enemy.

"You always see those people on TV and on the news saving everyone. What can I do?!" The woman was getting hysterical now, her thoughts unknown to us. What is she thinking?

"I'm crazy, I'm just going crazy! Yeah, yeah! This isn't happening to me… But I'm not crazy, right?"

Well, now we think you are crazy strange woman we have no idea about, except that you are confusing for us and can't contact this said friend Rachael.

"I don't want to do this, why did this happen to me!"

Great, now that we've set angst and self-loathing, we have almost ripened this character that can be our heroine! Now we just need a love interest!

The said heroine who name is unknown to us.(Although some of you must have already guessed it to be Hanna.) Now self-proclaimed Hanna is sitting here, crying her eyes out; curling into herself. Maybe we can poke her? Ehhh… well, invisible… not exactly going to work… Can we maybe put a heart in front of her, nope…. Ghost like invisible people cannot do arts and crafts.

Well shit… there goes our great plan of making Hanna have a love interest.

Not that she doesn't capable at the moment…

Well, she really doesn't look like it; with the snot and tears running down her face that is.

"I just need to… leave everything.."

Good, good, she's now getting down to sniffles.

"Yeah.. and figure this all out on my own! If I leave everyone behind, no one will be able to hold me back, or at the most… let me hurt them."

The woman stood up, her fingers clenched tightly to her soft brown jacket. Her face was flushed from the cold room, her hair swinging back and forth as she shook her head rather quickly.

"I'll just survive, no matter what!"

That defiantly means no love interest.

Fuck, there goes half the viewers of my invisible audience.

Oh great, and there goes Hanna. Did I mention I can't move?

Great fucking narrator I am.


And I've decided to write something besides my other stories because I am a procrastinator. Annnnd I have no inspiration besides my own fiddling stories that will never be posted here(Since they are not fanfiction.) But this here is a Hellboy fic! I thought about it maybe being ya know, avengers or something. But nope! I'm going for Hellboy, besides; I've always loved the movies. This writing I feel is way better than my other fics, so I'm actually quite proud of it.

Also, another reason, for anyone that checks my fics and page; I'm now working on my family's ranch working cows. It's quite fun too! So job = money. Money=less time on internet.

I hope you like the starting of this! It'll be in first person soon enough! I just thought to set in my character and the setting. Just thought ya know. You'll find out soon enough why she's weird, cause I'll be writing the next part immediately after I post this.

Have a good day!