Professor Broom's Journal New Jersey 2004

What is it that makes a man a man? Is it his origins, the way things start. Or is it something else, something harder to describe? For me it all began in 1944, classified mission off the coast of Scotland. The Nazis were desperate. Combining science and black magic they intended to upset the balance of the war. I was twenty-eight, already a paranormal advisor to President Roosevelt, married, and with a child on the way. I could never have suspected that what would transpire that night would not only effect the course of history but change my life, and that of my family's, forever.


A/N: Hey I'm back.

Hellboy: After a very long break.

Me: Hellboy if you don't shut up I swear to all of the Gods that were ever worshiped that I will hurt you.

(Hellboy cowers in a corner)

Once again I am back and this time I plan on updating more rather than just writing and not posting anything. This is just the start of my Hellboy story, enjoy!

Flames will be used to roast Sammael's eggs.