AN: I DO NOT OWN HELLBOY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ASSOCIATED WITH HELLBOY. HELLBOY IS OWNED BY MIKE MIGNOLA AND DEL TORO. I ONLY OWN JESSICA AND THIS STORY

Jessica awoke to the sound of rain falling outside. She groaned as she rolled over in her bed and glared at the clock. Seven-thirty, the satanic red numbers glowed at her. She pushed her hand out from beneath the covers and with a whoosh of power, knock the clock off the table. "Crap," she swore as she pushed her body up and off the bed. Her stepfather would be home soon, and she wasn't in the mood to face his fist again. Jessica grabbed her jacket and slipped on her boots. She opened her bedroom window and looked down at the ground. It was a good sixty foot drop. "Where are you?!" She could hear her stepfather's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Jessica gave a wicked smile as she jumped from the window landing on her feet. "God Dammit, Girl!" she heard as she looked up at the window seeing her stepfather glaring at her, "Hey, I gotta go." was all she could say before she took off on foot.

It wasn't first time that Jessica took off in the night. The worst he would do is call the cops, say she was sneaking out again, endangering herself and others. And what's the worst that could happen? They'd send her back to the crazy house. She wished they would. At least she would have someone to talk to. "You got to get out of that house." Liz said as she looked at Jessica's beaten, bloody and bruised face. Jessica smiled from under the hood of her leather jacket, reminiscing when she had someone to talk to.

Liz grabbed the cloth and put it in a bowl of water then wiped Jessica's face with it. She felt so sympathetic for the girl. She could completely understand why she lashed out. Killing the twenty-two people in the apartment building. The man was beating her, and bad. The girl looked up at the television set as it covered the apartment building where she had recently been. Liz grabbed the remote, shutting it off. The girl had sent a tidal wave of pain and agony through fire and lava through the entire building. "I didn't mean to kill people." She spoke to Liz, as Liz wiped her face.

"I know you didn't, Jess." Liz paused as she looked out the window at the demonic shadow that seemed to hang around her. Liz let out a sigh as she continued to clean Jess' wounds. "You have to get out of that house or you'll seriously get hurt."

Jess turned her head towards the window, "I'm not worried about getting hurt." Jess pulled away from Liz as she got up and looked out the window. "I'm worried about hurting someone I care about." Liz looked at Jess as Jess touched the window, recognizing the loneliness in her eyes.

Liz looked down as she smiled then let out a small laugh,"You sound like a friend of mine." Jess looked at Liz as she walked away down the hall.

Jessica turned the corner as she came around to the street fair that had been going on. She stopped by the merry-go-round and lit her cigarette. She took a long drag before letting out the smoke from her nostrils, giving her an eerie dragon effect. She laughed off the memory. Jessica longed to care for someone and even more so longed for someone to care about her. Suddenly, the crowd frantically diverged and scattered in different directions. A large dog-bear creature ran through the crowd and across the street. Following close behind was this massive red blur. Jessica watched as she raised an eyebrow. "This is odd." She said to herself as a young man, following the red blur, ran into the street getting clipped by an on coming car. "Shit." Jessica swore as she ran out into the street. The red blur stopped to make his way towards the man and her. Jessica grabbed the man and looked up at the car heading straight towards them. She waited to hear screeching tires but all she heard was the driver blow his horn. "Seriously?" she said as her black wings; partially broken sprouted from her back. The car came closed and the young man covered his face, bracing for impact. Jessica stepped forward, her eyes glowed blood red as she grabbed the front of the car and flipped it over them. The car landed on the other side on its tires, causing them to explode. The Young man looked up at Jessica. She turned, sheathing her wings as her eyes became normal once again. She looked down at him, "You okay?"

He nodded nervously, "Yes."

"Good," Jessica answered as she looked up the red blur. It was man. A tall crimson man with stumps on his forehead, where horns looked like they should be and a red tail sprouting from behind. He wore a long brown duster, a black shirt, boots and pants. In his left hand was a massive gun and his right hand was made of some sort of stone. The man looked at her curious as she looked back down at the young man, "Not a good day to play chicken." The young man looked up at her as she helped him up.

The red man smiled at her, "Myers, you good?" Jessica noticed how deep and rough his voice was from running. Myers nodded as he kept looking at Jessica. The red man looked at her and smiled, "Thanks," before taking off after the dog-bear thing. Jessica turned back to see a bald man walking sternly toward her, "And who are you?" He demanded. Jessica smiled as she lit another cigarette and blew the smoke in his face, "Bite me." She said in her most seductive voice before turning away from them. "Whatever," the man turned away and walked back towards the group of reporters heading her way. Jessica walked up to the building in front of her and grabbed the fire escape ladder, "hey." She heard as she turned the young man she just saved. "Hi," she spoke as she turned to face him, cigarette still between her lips.

"Thanks for saving me, miss? Uh..." Jessica smiled as she lifted her head and smiled at him with beautiful green eyes. She removed her cigarette from her lips and crushed it under her boot. She looked back up at him, "Jess." The young man smiled at her as he ruffled his good hand through his brown hair.

"Well, uh, thank you, Jess." Jessica smiled at him as she turned back to the ladder and began to climb, "No problem, Myers." She said as she reached the rooftop.

John watched Jess climb the ladder. He had had his fill of weird for the day. He sighed and began to cross the street, looking both ways this time. Half across the road he heard her say, "No Problem Myers." He looked back seeing her on the roof. Black hair danced around her porcelain white face as her green eyes looked at him. They were as green as emeralds. A moment ago he had seen her eyes an intense crimson red. The same shade as Hellboy's skin. He also saw these broken and tattered black angel wings sprout from her shoulder blades. She had incredible strength and impeccable beauty, whatever she was. She was also sassy, he laughed as he turned back heading back towards Manning.

He waited back at the merry-go-round as he heard Hellboy's voice over the radio. "Hey, Myers, how's your arm?"

"It's fine..." John paused before continuing, "How are you?"

"Just dandy," Hellboy's rough voice and chuckle made John smile. "Hey, Myers, I'm going out for a little bit. Tell Father not to wait up for me."

"Wait," John's voice in a sudden panic. If he lost track of Hellboy, there goes his career. "I'm supposed to go with you." Not to mention he really didn't want Manning down his throat too.

"Hey, Myers?" Hellboy asked all too sudden. It caught John off guard as he almost dropped his radio.

"Yeah?"

"Bye..." John looked down to hear nothing but static after that. "Great," he said to himself, "Just great." He lost his patience and threw his radio to the ground, shattered the cheap plastic.