This is my first shot at fanfiction so any comments are welcome.

Noise.

Painful, mind wrenching noise.

It was too much. It flooded her ears, her body, her soul with unspeakable pain. She had to get away....had to get away.

'Come here, child'

A voice? It beckoned her further, promising quiet and peace. She had to go to it.

'This way child'

Clutching her head in her hands, she stumbled across busy sidewalk. The voice would comfort her, take her away from all of this terrible noise. All she had to do was follow it. Through blurry eyes she noticed people were beginning to stare and gather around her. All the while talking, shuffling, crunching, tapping, spilling more and more vibrations and sound into her already throbbing head. Upon the small of her back, she felt the unwelcome weight of a hand.....don't touch me.

Then all of her agitation, all of her pain, surged into the presence of that spiteful weight on her back. It felt like a burning iron, that she couldn't get away from. This was the reason she hurt, this was the reason she had to get away. A surge of violence and hatred flooded through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Make the hand go away....Go Away.

DON'T TOUCH ME!

Everything went black

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Most of Boston slept peacefully on this cold fall night, but, like in all cities, some were astir. Even in the looming witching hour, the city drunks, insomniacs, and nightclubbers walked the streets, clueless to the danger of ambling across deserted roads at such a baleful hour. These, like the rest of humankind, were too caught up in their own worlds to notice anything beyond their noses. Much less any real and apparent danger. Perhaps this was why most of humankind was so ignorant of their near constant peril. Perhaps this was why humans never paid attention to the stories and folklore of monsters and ghouls until, of course, one of these creatures was feeding upon their innards. And perhaps this was why no one paid any attention to a rather clean, rather large dump truck, as it drove across the vomit encrusted streets of Boston.

The old adage, 'don't judge a book by its cover,' would serve well in this situation, since inside this rather clean, rather large dump truck was not trash, but an enclosed chamber, housing objects of dark magic, and the tools used to defend against darkness. The back wall of the room was lined with animal cages filled with every creature imaginable and around them stood cabinets and chests full of reliquaries and other holy items. All the items inside this small quarter were designed to fight off the forces of evil, but the most unique of all of these weapons, and the best defense against such abominations sat on a bench along the side of the small transport, and was currently snoring.

"Red.....Red wake up, your snoring again!" came an insistent voice from the other side of the transport. Abe Sapien, a thin blue aquatic demi human, sat on the opposite bench, his big black eyes etched in distaste as he contemplated his sleeping comrade while eating the last of his dinner.

Hellboy, as most called him, sat asleep, slack jawed; oblivious to his partner's discomfort. His bright red tail twitched as he let out another obnoxiously loud snore which broke the last straw with Abe.

"Hellboy, wake up!"

Abe punctuated his command by throwing his half eaten rotten egg at Hellboy with deadly accuracy. Hellboy's eyes shot open as the stinking blob hit him square in the face with a sharp smack!

"Jeezus! What the hell was that for Blue?!"

The back of the transport swayed as Red evacuated his seat, coughing and sputtering, trying to fish out the putrid egg which had managed to roll into one of the pockets of his leather coat. After a few minutes of cursing, Hellboy retrieved the egg and threw it hatefully at Abe's feet. Abe, being the fish-man that he was, plucked it up off the floor and popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"You are one sick sucker Blue," Hellboy grumbled.

"I beg to differ Red. I've seen you shove some fairly sickening things into your mouth, but that's for another time; it seems we've arrived."

As if on Abe's cue, the transport shuddered to a stop.

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As far as BPRD missions go, this one couldn't be classified as normal (as normal as these missions can be). No relics, black magic, or creepy baddies seemed to be involved. It seemed as if the creature in question just popped up out of nowhere in the middle of a busy street, mangled a few bystanders, then booked it out of there. luckily, bureau agents already stationed in Boston followed it immediately. After an agonizing chase, a squad of agents cornered the fiend in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Boston.

Four hours later, Hellboy, Abe, and Agent John Meyers found themselves in front of that warehouse, sitting through a debriefing from Agent Clay.

"Have ya sent anyone in after it?" asked Hellboy

"Yes," answered Clay, "but no one has come back yet. None of 'em were wearing trackers, so we have no idea where they are."

"How long ago were they sent in?" Meyers asked

"About two hours ago."

Hellboy sighed and stood up. He knew the poor suckers were probably dead. It would be better if he just did his job and retrieved the bodies as quickly as possible.

"Hey Abe. See if ya can't get a reading off this warehouse," said Hellboy lazily.

"Very well," Abe stood from his seat and walked over to one of the rusty sides of the building. Pulling off his black glove, Abe conditioned his mind for his task. Once ready, he stuck his finned hand onto the wall and concentrated, closing his two sets of eyelids over his dark eyes.

After what seemed like forever, Abe finally spoke, "I sense nothing"

"What?" exclaimed Hellboy in disbelief, "You mean nothings in their? It's escaped?"

"No," corrected Abe, "I would have told you if there was no presence within. Hmm. There definitely is one," Abe paused to adjust his hand, "but there is no emotion, no thought, just....nothing

"You see, most of the creatures I read pulsate hatred or evil. Even if it was a gentle demon (Hellboy snorted) I would still be able to sense it because of the emotions and thoughts it exudes, hence, giving away its position or intensions," Abe released his hold upon the warehouse wall, "This creature, however, seems to have no awareness, not even of itself. So naturally, I cannot be expected to tell you where it is or why it's there."

"Are you finished yet?" Hellboy asked, oozing boredom as he loaded his gun, the Samaritan, with the ultra heavy duty rounds (the works), "'cause I've got a monster ta kill. And if its in there, I'll sure as hell find it."