Believe in the Unbelievable Chapter 1: With These Crocodile Tears, a hellboy fanfic

Title: Believe in the Unbelievable

Full Summary: (No Liz in this story) Eevy has unique gifts, one of them was the fact she was born with no tear ducts. The other, the fact she can see the future, but it isn't ordinary visions, these visions take the form of crayon drawings that look to be done by first graders. When Eevy goes to the BPRD to seek help and guidance, she is forced with the decision to either be helped by them and in turn help them, or to be locked away. Choosing the first of the two she meets Hellboy, the angry demon-man who saves the world on a regular basis from things that go bump in the night. Can Hellboy teach Eevy to cry? Can Eevy teach Hellboy to love?

Chapter Title: With These Crocodile Tears

DISCLAIMER: I in NO WAY own Hellboy. I only own my original character, and the plot to this story, until it gets to the part of the movie, then its sorta not mine... BUT ANYWAY!! You get the point.

And just to tell you, I am trying very, very, VERY, hard not to make Eevy a Mary-Sue.

Eevy chewed on her pencil angrily, her dark brown hair falling out from her tightly strung bun. She scribbled notes down on a very full piece of paper, littered with sayings, translations and sketches of pictures. The stone ball infront of her was cracked in some places, and had dents where words had been carved in by the ancient Aztecs.

She scribbled down what could be a correct translation, but she would have to go over it with her partner before proceeding to publish it in their log. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly as she continued to attack the paper with her pencil. She finished writing what could be the answer to the text, but she was frustrated because Martin knew more about the language than she did, but he was too bloody "busy".

"Men," Eevy huffed, violently pulling her glasses off of her face so she could message the bridge of her nose in frustration. Eevy felt her Irish roots begin to flow through when her accent was spitted from her lips as she cursed her partner.

The thick Irish slang she used was a big clue that she was not born in America. Eevy was actually born in Killala, a small town in the Republic of Ireland. Unlike her mother, she had taken after her father and inherited his dark brown hair, but she did take after her mom in the fact her whole body was covered in freckles.

Eevy huffed, causing the few strands of curly hair that hung in her face to fly in the air. She turned on her heel and walked out of Martin's office and down the museum hallway. She took a sharp right turn, straight into the dinosaur exhibit. She kept fuming, wondering where Martin would be at a time like this.

She suddenly stopped. Watching as a stick person ran past her. It was tiny, and about the size of her hand, but it looked somewhat like her, its hair was colored brown, and it wore a black shirt with blue pants. Much similar to the black muscle top she was wearing and the tight blue jeans that hugger her size eight hips tightly.

It looked to be drawn in crayon by a first grader.

Eevy stepped back, remembering what happened last time she watched one of her visions fully play out. She liked it better when she only knew half. But something amazed her so much that she couldn't look away.

As the stick her ran in the other direction, a drawing of the 14th century China room appeared on the white wall infront of her. In there seemed to be a stick-figure of a man with brown trousers on and a bow-tie. Martin. But what was very peculiar what the fact that there was another stick figure next to him wearing all black and stabbing him repeatedly with a crudely drawn knife.

Suddenly, stick Martin fell over and a red line ran out of his body, forming into a circle around him. Blood. Someone was going to stab Martin! Soon, after the black clad stick figure checked the Martin stick figure to make sure he was dead, he motioned to the other two black-clad stick figures to go. The three then got up and left the room. Then the picture halted, and stayed in that position.

She slowly looked above the picture so see what time. 11:34 a.m-12:03 p.m.

Eevy panicked and looked at her watch, it was 11:25 right now, if she hurried, she could maybe catch Martin in time. She then started to run towards the exhibit she knew the act would take place in. "Now move a long people-Oh my! Look!'

Eevy stopped and turned to see one of the tour guides gawk at her. Just great. "Uh, please, I'm in a bit of a hurry." American accent returning as she smiled crookedly at them in nervousness.

"Nonsense! Look people, its one of the archeologists that discovered Pepper, our famose rapture in the Dinosaur Exhibit! Miss Eevy Qinn!" Everyone started clapping and running around her in a flurry of questions.

"No really!" Eevy looked down at her watch in panic. 11:30. "I really have to be going! Please stop!"

"Miss Quinn, Miss Quinn? What project are you working on now?"

"Is it true that you're a lead archeologist in the hunt for-!"

"Do you have a boyfriend? My son would be just perfect-!"

"Miss Quinn!"

"Please! I really must be going!" Eevy tried to run away but they continued to follow her. Completely forgetting about Martin, and just trying to get away from the questioners, she started to run out of the museum door into the rain of a cold November morning.

"Miss Quinn!" Reporters and News anchors started to hover over her.

"Is there any news yet of the findings that you made in Mexico?"

"Can you tell us anything of your new found research in the Egyptian heritage?"

"Will you be continuing your dig in Egypt that you started three years ago?"

"Miss Quinn, I need a picture for the news paper!"

"No, I can't, I-"

"Smile!" The photographer grinned as he got a picture of Eevy covering up her face with her arm and squinting at the flash.

That was the cue, as soon as that first flash went off, dozens of other did. A new flurry of "Miss Quinn's" was being shouted over the sound of pouring rain. She couldn't take this, they were suffocating her as she tried to get away from the swarm of camera's and the flood of questions.

Finally the agitation got to her as she stomped her foot like a child, then screamed at the top of her lungs: "NO COMMENT!"

Everything went silent as Eevy huffed, her shoulders slumping and her knees feeling as if they were about to buckled. She sighed, closing her eyes in a calming manner and pushing back the hair away from her face. She stood straight and opened her eyes, lips set in a grim line.

"Now, if you please excuse me." She muttered, turning on her heal in her thick boots, and walking up the slick steps towards the entrance of the Museum. As soon as she had started walking the reporters started up again, but she angrily ignored them and shut the door on their faces.

She sighed, leaning her head against the smooth wood of the door, it felt good against her wet, rain-drenched body, but her eyes shot open in realization. She looked down at her watch in panic. 11:36. Maybe she still had some time if she ran.

She turned and started running like lightning down the museum hallways, her shoes squeaking as she went. She took sharp turns, determined to save her friends life, running towards her destination.

"Martin!" She shouted, coming behind him just in time for him to turn towards her. She smiled, but shrieked when she saw the man in black come up behind Martin, grabbing him by the mouth to silence his screams.

"No! Martin!" She cried running over to the man before he could start the first stabbing. She yelled loudly and pulled the man's hand that held the knife away. His two associates ran towards them, but martin punched both of them in the face, causing them to back up and trip, each on something different, and hit their heads on part of the exhibit.

The man in black that Eevy was fighting growled at her. She held tightly onto his hand, attempting to make him let go, but before she could do anything he punched her in the stomach. She bent over in pain, not noticing as he held the knife over his head, ready to strike.

"Eevy!" Martin yelled, pushing the man out of the way, knocking the knife out of his hand. They both fell to the ground, wrestling with eachother.

Eevy coughed, feeling a metallic taste flow into her mouth. She cracked open her eyes and saw Martin fighting brutally with the man in black. Martin may not look it, but he was a very good fighter. The bow tie kinda diminished that rough look though.

Eevy coughed again, spitting up a mixture of blood and spit. She slumped to the floor, watching through blurred vision as Martin and the mysterious man fought.

Through wide eyes, Eevy saw the mysterious man grab the knife he had, had before and stab Martin in the stomach, kicking him off and onto his back. Eevy cried out as she saw blood start to leek through his wound.

Giving off a ferocious cry, Eevy stood and ran at the man in black, tackling him to the ground, she started to repeatedly punch him then grab a club that had fallen from one of the displays. She bashed him over the head.

He screamed, kicking her off, causing her to skid across the tiled museum floor and the club to escape from her hands. Eevy moaned, peeking at the mysterious man through cracked lids. She saw him take in a deep breath and let out an ear piercing cry.

Eevy howled in pain, clutching her ears as they started to ring even after the man stopped yelling. She heard heavy footfalls and then felt the man pick her up off of the ground by her neck. Eevy started to flail about, grabbing hold of the mans ever-tightening hand. Gasping for breath she felt her eyes start to get dry.

She shut them before they got too dry, now only being able to see blackness. This was one of those times she wished she could cry, but then again glad she couldn't.

"Oh my god!" She heard the startled voice of a woman and shouts and whispers of others. She cracked open her eyes to see the tour guide from before and her guests watching in shock.

The man in black immediately dropped her and ran off, two security guards finally making their way to the sene and chasing after the man.

Eevy coughed, taking in big gulps of air. She felt someone come over to her side, helping her sit up.

"We called 911, don't worry Miss Quinn, everything's gunna be okay." She looked up into the tear-stained face of the tour guide.

"Next time." Eevy muttered, sitting up on her own. "When I say I have to go, let me go." She smiled sadly and the tour guide nodded, a few more tears escaping her eyes.

Eevy sighed as she stood, throat sore, and the sound of reporters in the distance. She spotted Martin getting help to sit up, the knife still embedded in his stomach. At least everyone had the sense to keep it the knife in there. She ran over to him, kneeling at his side.

"Oh, Martin, ar-are you okay?" She mumbled, looking him over then back at his face. She was afraid to touch him. He looked pale, and bruises started to form on his face. "You look horrible." She laughed ruefully.

Martin chuckled softly, opening his eyes to look at her. "You saved my life."

"Don't say that just yet." She whispered, looking back down at his wound. She heard reporters start taking pictures and scream questions at them, but she and Martin ignored them. "The ambulance isn't here yet."

Martin just smiled, reaching his hand up and setting it on her shoulder gently. "You saved my life Eevy. I know it. But," he paused, his brow furrowing, "How did you know where I was?"

Eevy bit her lip. She couldn't tell him that she saw what was going to happen to him a few minutes before it happened. She couldn't tell him that she had seen the future. She just couldn't. She sighed, smiling. "I went looking for you. You big dork, you were supposed to help me translate that Aztec sculpture."

Martin chuckled, then stopped with a wince. She could hear the loud sirens in the distance and knew they would be taking Martin away to the hospital soon.

"Thank you, Eevy, thank you." Martin whispered, kissing her lightly on the forehead. Eevy just sniffed, feeling her eyes get dry again. She took out a small bottle from her pocket and laughed as she put a few drops of water into her eyes. Martin just smiled as she let the cool water refresh her eyes, and a few lost drops flow down her eyes like crocodile tears.

Soon the medics came and took Martin to the Hospital where he would be alright, and deep inside Eevy knew he would be. She sighed, glad she had listened to her vision this time, instead of just blowing it off.

As soon as Eevy turned around, though, she was bombarded with camera's and reporters begging for her to talk to them about the incident. But Eevy ignored them, walking on a sort of grey rainy cloud, lost in her own thoughts. Once she made it into the Museum, door closed and no one around, she collapsed to the ground, in a shutter fo wails, but no tears slid down her cheeks. How badly she wished she could shed a single tear.

She sniffled as she leaned on a nearby chair, moaning in pain; a kind of pain that was only felt inside. Sure, she had been there for her friend, but she was so frightened by the visions, she finally felt the weight upon her shoulders. And with just that thought she wailed even louder.

"Please god, if you're out there, please let me cry." She whispered, eyes red, but still, no tears flowed from them.

She scrunched her eyes in pain, bringing out the droplets and again, moistening her eyes with its content, a few of the stray droplets falling, looking again like crocodile tears.

Author: Please, please, please, PAH-LEASE! Tell me how you like it! I want some feedback to see if I should continue or not.

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Okay, so, tell me what you think and I'll try and get the next chapter out as soon as I can. :)

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