This is one of my first Fanfictions EVER. Please review. By the by, I havn't seen the first Hellboy in ages, so if I get somthing wrong...just...uh...correct me and lecture me and tell me how bad this really is - Uhhh...Oh I mean how good this really is) Then tell all your friends, post your review in the newspaper so that all the world can see and make an entire collage representing all the little glitches and mistakes I made on this story...Yah. no more than that. (What a simple and easy process.)

Chapter 1: There's not Enough of Us Freaks Already?

You could hear Tom Manning stomping furiously down the halls of the B.P.R.D. This was a customary morning of the Bureau. It wasn't unusual. Manning as always, would frequently mutter to himself, how Hellboy was an "inconsiderate ugly bastard" therefore the other agents would give a look of curiosity in his direction or stop what they were doing to see the action (which is apparently more fascinating than a 50 foot long alien that needs a transfusion.)

The only reason why it seemed interesting was because it was for a different reason each time. Yesterday, it was about how Hellboy left tons of tuna (which he also stated he was innocent of the crime) on Manning's bed and as a result causing tons of cat litter. Manning's room would never be exploitable again… The day before, the problem was that Hellboy stole an entire pack of Havana cigars. That was an entire weeks worth of salary… But today was something completely different.

"Hellboy!!" the director yelled. "No matter what I declare, you never listen to me!" Somehow, he doubted Hellboy would care weather he shouted or not but stomping down the halls and putting on a daunting expression gave his anger a little more of an effect.

"Ah. Mr. Manning." Abe was mindlessly wondering around the halls listening to what looked like an I-pod "What's with all this yelling about? I thought there was something erroneous with this device, but it just turned out you were draining out all the sound."

"What the hell are you listening to at a time like this?" Manning blurted out, still stomping to the direction of Hellboy's room.

"I was listening to some Mozart and some Chopin. Do you think that's a little mundane for an I-pod?"

"How would I know what teenagers care about nowadays? Ask Hellboy, he's a J.A.P. or whatever it is teenagers call them."

"A Jewish American Princess? Um, maybe …prince instead. I looked up the meaning on Google the other day. It's somewhat harsh what people call people in this day and age. I don't think that's the word you were exactly looking for though…he's a rebel I…guess." Abe was trying to keep the pace at which Manning was going. But Manning was far ahead of him.

"Oh. I thought it meant Juvenile Alien Pervert or something-…What am I wasting time for? I'm telling you Abraham, Hellboy clearly hates me."

"Well what did he do?"

They got to the Hellboy's room in a flash. Manning did a hand gesture and the agents immediately opened the barricaded door. Right when the door slid open smoke seeped out of the cracks. Both Tom and Abe went into the room fanning the smoke away and giving slight coughs.

Of course, there was Hellboy, laying back with his three cigars in his mouth and puffing them all at once.

"Mm" Red said. "You should really try these cigars all at once. I mean the flavour is just delish." He blew out a smoke circle and oddly seemed entertained by its strange shape.

Manning was aghast "My cigars! You took the other pack too?"

Then Abe said "Red, I really think you should have thought this over. I mean the cats will get second hand smoke."

Hellboy looked at the two for a split moment and then uttered "Shit" before he put his cigars out and stood up on his feet. "Yah. I forgot about the cats." Hellboy looked over at the kittens that seemed peculiarly high. "Ahem…right…well, you called?" he gave Manning a sinister glare. And Manning gave that same glare right back at him.

"Called? More like shouted your name over and over again." Manning coolly responded. "Yesterday's mission was a nightmare."

Hellboy raised his eyebrow "What? The Hydro Daemon? ...The fact that it went in the sewers wasn't all that bad. People didn't really get a glimpse of it. Although, when it threw up all over your suit…Now that was something. Personally I think you look better that way because vomit yellow really suits your red angry face. I also loved what the news said about you. "Hellboy's Servant." My two favourite words. It describes you perfectly…"

"Hellboy" Manning tried to interrupt him.

"…Oh and when they asked me to say something to the camera, I said "Hi mom". Oh that makes my day-

"HELLBOY! That's exactly what I was going to talk to you about! You simply posed for the cameras, when I told you not to. And because you said "hi mom", the crowd is thinking there is a Hellmom out there now. We can't leave the publicity thinking there is an entire Hell family. What did I tell you?" Manning concluded.

"Aww, come on. It's no big deal. It's just-

"Hellboy. What-did-I-tell-you?"

"Hey look here ugly, I…"

In the mists of it all Abe was backing away from this argument rubbing his eyebrows and sighing. "What the heck is ever going to happen with these two?" he muttered to himself which was one of the first times he ever said "heck" in a sentence. Abe was too much of a proper guy.

Liz Sherman on the other hand, poked her head in and started coughing violently. "What's all the commotion about?" she asked, her eyes watering from the smoke. She looked over at Hellboy and Manning. "Oh. Obviously I've disturbed those two ahem…lovebirds?" It was her style. Always be sarcastic. You never know when it might come in handy. "You were going to tell us the current news, Manning."

"I can't. Not with this devil around" He pointed at Hellboy.

Hellboy shrugged. "Want a cigar?" he asked.

Manning looked at Hellboy in a childlike manor. "Yah, alright."

Liz, stared at the three in the room and told them not to stand around all day. She also said that the room wasn't a very good place to say anything because of the immense mouthfuls of smoke you would be breathing in. Not that she liked Hellboy's room anyway.

The Library seemed the only peaceful place in the entire building to this point. Abe was the only one who would spend time in there. He practically lived in there with his giant tank and all.

Liz, Hellboy and Abe sat sprawled into chairs waiting for Manning to organize his files. They where in no mood to be lectured seeing that they just recently saved the world from destruction but got spat upon from just about every human to walk the earth. Even some of the human agents would exchange looks to each other when people like Hellboy or Abe would walk into the area.

"Yah, well it's a dog eat dog world out there." Hellboy would say. The bunch would usually talk about "what the hell would it be like if we were normal like everyone else?"

But now that they found out about the hidden magic market with all those mythical creatures, what was the true definition of "normal?"

"Manning had better have a good reason why he's bringing us here."

"I'm sure he will, Red." Liz assured him, tampering with his forehead.

"There was perhaps a small little rumour going around about…some new people." Abe announced not completely sure whether he was right or not. He only attained this information in a secretive way. He read the minds of people passing by. For instance, one of the agents thought "Great, I'll have more people to take measuring for new uniforms. I hate when I have to do those jobs." or "I love the weird people. That German guy recently was a hoot." Abe had to admit, however, sometimes reading minds were not always a pleasure.

"Crap, don't tell me he's giving me another babysitter. Like that Meyer idiot of a guy"

"No actually-

Abe never got to tell Hellboy what he was thinking might be coming. Instead the library doors burst open, and manning plus another random human agent followed into the room.

"I finally found the damn files, Hellboy don't role your eyes at me." He showed once again another file that had the words "Top Secret" printed on the cover. Hellboy always thought it was ironic to have it saying "top secret". What was the point of even saying it was "Top Secret", if you weren't even supposed to know it was "Top Secret." A robber would just see the file lying on the desk and know it was Top Secret. Only a fool would think it was in the file right beside it saying "Not Secret"… It totally defeated the purpose.

pfffffft. Humans…Hellboy thought.

Manning then paced around the room. Looking somewhat proud of himself. "As you can see," he began "our world has a few minor faults. We have a total population of 6 billion people on earth. Now that's abundance of people, however we also have 7 billion mystical fantasy possessed things hiding away in the grounds or in the forests or wherever else they are.

Now, there's only room enough for the one of us. And Humans seemed to have dominated most of that part already. However we all know that the creatures have conquered all the forests as well as ground. Now we have to keep it balanced, and out of those 13 million things there… are only 4 of you. Is that enough?" Manning leaned over closer to their faces and whispered. "I don't think so."

All four of them exchanged glances. "What are you suggesting we do?" Liz pondered. "It's not as if we can multiply."

Manning gave a laugh. "That's exactly what I was planning, darling." His mood seemed to switch to a more happy faze. "I have found new agents."

"Human?" Hellboy asked.

"Enhanced talents agents" Manning corrected. "People like you Liz. They look like people though, unlike you, Hellboy." At this comment Hellboy mouthed what Manning said in his mocking way. "Well I think that just about says it all. Now let me give you a brief introduction about these three agents."

Hellboy looked confused. "Only three agents? What was this about how there's only us 4 against 13 billion? Now it's only 7 against 13 billion. Wow, that's a BIG difference."

"I'm getting to it," Manning affirmed. He took out the papers that were in the file that said "Top Secret" and pulled out a few pictures as well. No doubt, they were black and white pictures.

"Jude Ben Moshe, formally known as Master Multitask…" Liz looked at the first picture. There was the man apparently named Jude. He was tanned and had a mass of dark messy curls for hair. As she flipped to the next few pictures, she noticed he had a tendency to wear shades, but only every other picture. Other than that, he had a highly fashionable trimmed beard and high cheek bones. Liz was beginning to wish Hellboy would somehow think about getting more up to date about hairstyles and beards but, no matter for that right now "…He was originally Israeli and-

"Isreali eh?" Hellboy said. "Meh…can't be that bad." He began smoking on yet another cigar.

"Right" Manning continued. "Well, I'm quite intrigued by this because he can duplicate himself hundreds of times and control each one of…himself, individually."

"Wow. Wouldn't that give you like the biggest migraine?" Hellboy sputtered even Abe seemed interested.

"Let me finish Hellboy." Manning began pacing the room again. "For example, He can multiply by three, one of them can go write a book, one can go clean out his attic, and one can just enjoy himself whatever he pleases. This is all done in the same matter of time."

"Oh…I can feel that migraine already." Hellboy clutched his head.

"Anyway, I can't wait till he comes and works for us. I could have him fight of creatures and write reports at the same time. Oh, it would be so simple."

Hellboy whispered to Abe "Not like he would ever want to do that for Mr. Sour head."

Liz, Looked at the last picture of Jude, showing three clones of him, all going in opposite directions. She had to admit, she could never keep track of herself like that. There ought to be some fatal consequence having a power like that, if so he would tell her when he got to B.P.R.D. Other wise, it would be great for house keeping.

Liz then found herself drifting off to the next picture. He saw a twenty three year old woman sitting on the sidewalk, not looking very happy at the moment. Her striped long sleeve top's sleeves went dropping over her hands giving her a younger look. Whatever it was that this girl could do, it was not a good thing.

"Agent, Rebecca Cohen. She hasn't quite discovered her other power yet. She knows it's there…supposedly she can "feel it", but other than that, she can read minds…"

This piked up Abe's attention. Princes Nuala could read minds or read something, however it didn't matter. She blocked up his mind, making hers unreadable. This fascinated Abe, and perhaps, just perhaps, this girl could block his mind off as well. He loved guessing. He loved the challenges.

"…anyway, I would stay away from her. She doesn't know how to handle her power. And that could be hazardous to us all. It was Ryan who insisted that she came. She had been taking care of him for awhile. The last agent."

With Manning chatting through, Liz glanced at one of the last pictures showing another boy a little younger than Rebecca, however he was handicapped in some way. He qualified for being some cool guy, because he had a nose piercing, bleached blond spiked up hair. Nevertheless, he was in an electric powered wheelchair and it appeared he only had his right hand not paralyzed.

"This is Ryan you say?" Liz held up the picture of the boy so they could see. He seemed really mature. Just about as mature as a fully grown adult, but he did not have that geeky look.

"That's the last agent." Manning repeated. "His name is Ryan Dweller. He's Telekinetic. It's good, because as you can see he's…well…

"Crippled!?" Hellboy stared at the picture with wide eyes. "You expect us to drag a boy who's practically crippled for life in a danger zone? You are putting me in deep shit! I'll have to carry a dumb kid when they blow up his wheelchair."

"He's smarter than you'll ever be." Manning said with a menacing grimace.

Abe sighed once again. "So when are they coming?" he asked.

"Some time tomorrow. I hope you'll all be on your best behavior."

"Be good to some agents?" Hellboy spat "pfffft. Like that's going to happen. The isreali guy, I'll make an exception, but agents? Probably not…"

"Oh who said they were agents?" Manning murmured "I never said they were truly qualified. You guys will have to train the girl and boy."

"Damn" was all the Hellboy said.