I sit on a park bench Reading the paper
Top story: He's been sighted again A picture dominates the front page
It's just a blur of red and grey The word amateur photographer is in bold underneath
No one has gotten a good picture of him I just shake my head reading the article
They all say he is the son of a demon That he should not be trusted
The story says he was running from a destroyed store The damage done costs hundreds
Some small part of me is saying he's innocent The other is scared of what would happen if I spoke up
As I finish the article I have to laugh They say he is extremly dangerous and should be avoided
I know different I don't know how, but I do
Everyone sees a monster I see a blurry misunderstood creature
I take another look at the picture Someone walks up behind me
He casts a long, dark shadow He is big
"They never get my good side." He huffs I am visibly shaking, from fear and excitement
I turn quickly to face him He stands there just long enough so I can remember his face
He turns and disappears I think to myself that I'm lucky
Some small part of me feels safe I feel that no matter what happens He will be there
He will protect me from unseen horrors Will watch my steps making sure I make the right ones
I know now that I have a watchful guardian Who will be there for me where others are not
He is Hellboy, my friend, my father