Authors note: My first Hell Boy Fanfic so be nice please. I love Kroenen so he had to be the main character. And I fear my story isn't as good as the fantastic stories of Kroenen out there but I had to write it. Abe/Kroenen forever. Hehe.
This first chapter is the prologue to show the background of Kroenen's assistant so the before of the before Kroenen meets the OC. If you get me if you don't all will be explained later. Please read on it will get better.
West Germany 1917
The five year old watched her mother chopping wood outside their tiny cottage. It was all they had left since her father had died in the war. They were struggling to survive through the particularly cold winters and food was scarce. All they had left was one pig now.
" Little one, Brigitte." the woman sniffed as she sat down exhausted. "Get me some water please."
"Yes Mama." The girl replied and put another shawl around her mother's shoulders.
Brigitte was terrified of her mother's condition, before her father had been killed, her mother had long beautiful golden hair but now it had turned dull and her face no longer had any colour left in it.
The little girl rushed to behind the cottage, grabbed a bucket and ran down to the little river at the bottom of the garden. She toddled back with the big bucket of water and nearly dropped it when she saw the tall men in uniform talking with her mother.
Hardly anyone passed by the cottage anymore it was in a dangerous area and not much could be grown. It used to be a lovely little cottage surrounded by flowers and green fields and a little wood.
But now the fields were not green, there were no flowers and the wood was now a threat from enemy attack.
Brigitte didn't understand why those men had taken her father away or why sometimes she saw loads of men walk by in lines marching. Or why sometimes she saw her mother inviting some of the men to stay the night.
The men's talking became shouting and Brigitte watched her mother struggle to her feet. Brigitte put the bucket down and hid behind a crate of boxes next to the cottage. Those men were really scary and she knew her mother would get rid of them she got rid of all things that were scary.
" You can't take our food we need it to survive!" Brigitte's mother shouted.
" The army needs all the food it can get to protect you. You ungrateful bitch." One of the men shouted.
"I need to protect my daughter!" the woman cried. "You will not take our food."
Brigitte was getting angry at the way the man was upsetting her mother. She felt her little hands curl into fists and she tried to run to her mother in the belief everything would be all right if she got to her mother.
The tallest man enraged with the woman's unwillingness to give them her last pig hit the woman to the ground and kicked her three times with all his might.
"MAMA!" The little girl screamed.
She ran to the older woman's lifeless body and began to shake her shoulders pathetically.
"Mama get up." The little girl cried.
"Great." One man said sarcastically. " Now we have another orphan to look after."
One of the men, a short fat man, grabbed the little girl and tried to drag her away from the lifeless body.
"MAMA! GET UP MAMA!" The girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Shut the girl up while I get the pig." The evil tall man snapped.
"MAMA!" Brigitte threw her head back and screamed.
Suddenly a bucket of water flew from nowhere and hit the tallest man. The fat man held onto the girl tighter as she tried to wriggle out of his arms.
The tallest man looked back and saw the little girls blue eyes had turned completely white. He gasped.
"MAMA!" the girl screamed again.
Suddenly the pig the man had been reaching for exploded and the blood rained down on the men covering them from head to toe.
The fat man dropped Brigitte trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. The little girl scrambled back to her mother and clung to her tightly.
"Mama, wake up. Mama." She whispered.
The soldiers who had wiped their faces of the blood watched terrified of the little girl.
" What do we do with that demon?" The tall one whispered. "I say we kill her, in the river over there."
" It's your fault." The short fat one barked. " And we wont kill an innocent child. You've killed her mother!"
"You take her then!" the third whispered. "I have a family to look after. I wont have no demon in my home."
"Fine!" the short one snapped and walked up to the little girl and said softly. "Darling, you'll have to come with us."
"Mama." she sobbed clinging onto her mother.
"My Name's Adalbert. What's your name?" The fat man stroked the top of her head.
"Brigitte. Will my Mama be ok?" she asked.
Adalbert looked down at the blue-eyed child and felt that he was now responsible for the child. Her innocence nearly broke his heart but he would have to lie to her to get her to leave.
"She'll be great she's only sleeping. But you have to be a good girl and come with uncle Adalbert ok? Your mama asked me to take care of you and you wouldn't want to disappoint your mama would you?" he said softly.
The little girl shook her head violently her long blonde curls shaking wildly.
"Come on then." Adalbert picked up the little girl and hissed at the tall man. "Help her mother."
They all knew the woman was dead even the little girl deep down knew something wasn't right. But Adalbert was nice and mama had wanted her to go with him she suppose she had too. She cuddled into the man's arms and fell asleep as the sun went down over the barren hills.