(Autor's Note: Hey whomever it may concern. This is my first fanfic posted here, so please give me some feed-back. This is a movieverse fanfic (with a little comic history later on), picking up not long after the 2nd movie left off, only "Red", "Blue", and "Sparky" never leave the Beauro, Johann never comes into the picture, and Myers is still included. If I changed anything else it will be explained in the plot eventually. Sorry for the lack of enthusiasm in this chapter, but I'm just setting up the story, and I've already started on the next couple of chapters, and have good ideas for later... Hope you like it!)
An out of place chrome cylinder and small, worse for wear screen rotated out from behind the call button board under the 'Waste Management Services' sign when I had said, "Uhh, yes. I'm here to see Dr. Sapien- it's very important…" It flashed obnoxiously, burning my sensitive retinas, and leaving me momentarily blinded.
I heard an absent "Huh" from the slightly decrepit speaker that had screamed "Whadd is it?!" angrily, only seconds earlier.
"Well, you're not s'posed to be permitted entrance, but… um- I think we might need to check you out." I sensed the nervousness in the collected voice on the other end of the line. I knew my glamour would work to a certain extent on human vision, but I had an inkling that an obviously government-issued iris scanner would find something seriously whacked about my eyes.
From what my "friend" (if you could call him that) in the FBI back in New York was straight with me, then this place was used to the unusual, and probably wanted to get a better look at me. (You know- determine if I should be dissected, of pickled and put in a jar. But that was okay- I was more than capable of defending myself…)
Still, if there was the slightest chance going through all this crap would get me to this 'Dr. Sapien', then I would do it. I needed help. And some answers. And if the Doctor could provide that, I was in. How little they knew about me, yet they were already interested. How little I knew about me. How little we all knew...
The wrought-iron gates fervently screeched open, and I jogged through, and up the seemingly endless driveway, not wanting to waste time. Although, I had to hand it to them, the flaming showpiece, an obvious show of power in the magical world, in the center of the round-about style entranceway was nice- too nice for a garbage joint. It was slightly comforting to know that at least some of what my handy-dandy FBI connection had told me was true.
When I finally made it inside the massive, white building, I was greeted by polished marble floors, high ceilings, and a 50-effing-foot desk some 20 yards away. Like I said, not your average "Waste Management" place.
A horridly ordinary, middle-aged man in a suit (it resembled that of a doorman's) standing behind the mountain of a desk spoke. "Stand on the emblem, please."
I recognized his voice from the other end of the line on the intercom earlier, and then looked down to see a large, bronze emblem of a hand holding a sword, inlaid into the ebony-colored stone floor. I took a few steps forward, so I was centered on it.
The massive tile with the symbol on it lurched downward under my feet, and with an un-trusting, yet fascinated glance the "doorman" informed me, "There'll be someone waiting for you at the entrance to section 51."
Meanwhile; deep within section 51 of the B.P.R.D., a "man's" large, red head snapped up, a long burn-out cigar stub falling from his mouth, at the sound of a siren, cut short by the crackling of an intercom.
"HEY RED! We need you up here. There's someone, uhh… interesting here. They're asking for Abe, called him 'Dr. Sapien'. Looks pretty normal, maybe a little shady, but something weird showed up on the eye-scan at the front gate. Could be a threat. Anyway, that's all they told me- just get your big, red butt out here."
Hellboy gave a sigh, and heaved himself up off his truck bed of a bed where he had dozed off, watching one of his countless television sets. He really was an imposing figure. Hellboy stood 7' 2" tall, was the threatening color of red, and had horn stubs sprouting from his head. And as if THAT wasn't enough- his right hand was at least 3x the size of his left, and made of a mysterious stone, with intricate inscriptions and carving. PLUS, his long, snake-like tail that constantly swished and twitched mischievously.
He stalked over to the intercom box, and pressed the button to transmit back to his liaison- Myers, who had just spoken- with unnecessary force.
"Sure, sure, boy scout. I'll be up to protect you from the big, bad could-be-a-threat in no time." he grumbled.
Before he exited through the 2-foot-thick, solid steel door, Hellboy stopped by his ammunitions box, and loaded a small (in comparison to the gun he normally used- the Samaritan) handgun with a round of strong tranquilizing bullets. Just precautionary, he thought. He then slung it in his belt with countless other talismans, et cetera (a small figurine that vibrated when dark magic was near, a flask of holy water, rosary beads that had belonged to his father…) and walked into the hallway of section 51.
(Author's Note: Oh- I almost forgot, thanks and acreditation are in oreder. I'd like to give a big thanks to my best friend Taylor for first sparking the idea of another being like Abe. Also, the Spiderwick Feild Guide is helping me as a refrence. So, this Chapter is for you Taylor! And my first 2 readers- Strangler000 and Peya Luna. Thank you so much!!)