Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of these amazing characters...-pouts-
Oh and this is my first fanfic ever and it's my first time in a long while writing in third person. So forgive me for any confusion or boringness.
Dark clouds covered the sky, covering the land in dim light. A blue and black Kawasaki Ninja roared along the streets. On it sat a leathered covered rider with a silver helmet. The rider turned the bike onto a narrow street, one that seemed like it didn't get a lot of attention. Slowing the bike to a stop infront of a large iron gate the female put down the kickstand and stepped off the bike. Pulling off her helmet to reveal pin straight light blonde hair she stepped up to the comm board. She pushed the button.
"Hello?" Answered a deep male voice.
"Agent Taylor Sparks, FBI." She said in quick succession, getting annoyed as rain soaked through her hair and ran down her neck. There was a click that made her look down. The brass comm board had fallen forward to reveal a silver board.
"One moment please." The male voice said. With that some object revealed itself and scanned her eye. It drew back into its case after a few moments and matched her DNA to a poor looking picture of her. Sighing Taylor made a vow to get a different picture. The gate opened and she replaced her helmet and restarted her bike. Taylor, being careless on the slick road, drove in. Moments later she was in a large, very shiny, room with only a desk. The man there had a serious look on his face.
Taylor once again removed her helmet and unconsciously ran her fingers through her hair. The man at the desk simply smiled and signaled for her to step onto the B.P.R.D insignia.
"Watch your arms and elbows on the way down." He stated simply before she began descending into the floor. As usual Taylor wasn't fazed. She had been trained by the best. Adjusting the single backpack on her shoulder she popped a hip. The bag held a few sets of clothes, her mp3, toothbrush and hairbrush. She didn't own very many things, but that was part of her life. She had learned to live off of only a minimal amount of items. It had saved her many times. Soon enough the panel stopped and Taylor stepped off.
In front of the blonde girl stood a large gold double-door. It certainly impressed her, but not by much. Doing as she had been told Taylor stepped in as quietly as a mouse. The inside of the room made her eyes widen. There were books everywhere, lining atleast two whole walls and stretching up to the ceiling. Scanning the rest of the room Taylor saw a large tank filled with sparkling blue water. It was absolutely gorgeous.
"You like it?" Asked a soft male voice. Surprisingly Taylor didn't jump, she simply turned to the voice calmly. Standing only a few feet from her stood a very tall blue skinned man. He had gills and fins. Also he had the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. Mentally scolding herself for making the kind man wait she moved a bit closer.
"Yes, it's beautiful." Taylor murmered scanning the room once more, a smile staining her features. The man smiled aswell.
"By the way my name is Abraham Sapien. But you may call me Abe." Actually Abe was quite surprised by this girls reaction. In fact she hadn't reacted at all. Most people grew frightened or fainted at the sight of him. Setting down the books he was carrying Abe extended his hand in formal greeting.
"My name is Taylor Sparks." She replied taking his hand. It was cold and felt surprisingly soft."But you can call me Taylor." I smiled, amused. Abe nodded his head and let go of her hand. He now knew a great deal about her and only one part disturbed him. He looked at her face, looking into her silvery eyes. They were like moonlit pools. Abe shook himself from his trance and moved to continue what he was doing.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy being here," He said to end the awkward silence." Well, only if you enjoy adventure."
"I love adventure, it's what I live for" Taylor smiled setting her bag and helmet next to the door. She wanted to look around. So being as careful as possible the blonde looked at the books on the shelves. Most of them were poetry books or research books. Ones that she wasn't too intrested in. Then she moved to a different shelf and found it full of all her favorite novels. Her smile only grew brighter as she recognized Stephen King and John Cross. Abe noticed this and came to stand beside her.
"You can borrow some if you like." His voice was oddly calming. She turned and drew in a deep breath. Taylor noticed her throat was becoming alarmingly dry. She'd worry about it later.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you." His skin tone deepened slightly, he was blushing. Taylor couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Immidiately making her blush aswell. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The golden door opened and a man in a black suit entered. He was tall with spiked blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He made his way over to Taylor.
"Hello Agent Sparks, I'm Orik." He said taking her hand in a formal shake. She nodded her head in greeting.
"Please, call me Taylor." She insisted, not exactly liking her buisness name. Orik nodded and went to grab her stuff.
"I'm sorry to take you from your conversation, but you do have to meet the other members." Orik stated as he slung her bag over his shoulder and tucked her helmet under his arm. Turning Taylor looked up at Abe.
"It was very nice to meet you Abe." With that being said she followed Orik down the hallway. Replaying her conversation with Abe in her head she didn't notice when Orik entered a very drab room. Taylor looked around at the plain walls. She would definately have to do some redecorating. But it had all the essential items the agent needed. A bed, desk, dresser and nightstand with a suitable lamp. The bathroom was huge compared to what she had had back home. Taylor grabbed her soaking bag from Orik and placed it on the tiled floor in the bathroom until later. Then she grabbed her helmet and put it on the dresser.
"Thank you Orik. I appriciate everything you're doing." It sounded a little to nice for her, but she was trying to make a good impression. Usually Taylor was a quiet, serious worker who enjoyed her job a little too much. But now was the time to set things straight, to start anew with a better personality. So far Taylor thought she'd done a pretty good job.
"It's no problem. Now come I want you to meet two of our other agents." Orik replied with a smile. He then led her down a very large, and yet again shiny, hallway. Along the walls lay shelves of important artifacts. Taylor decided that when she had the time she would have to look at them. Orik stopped in front of a vault type door. Taylor raised an eyebrow.
"It's for safety. Now I have a very good piece of advice for you. Don't stare." He warned, earning a stern stare from Taylor.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry, I've probably dealt with worse." Taylor said firmly, getting her point across. Orik simply turned and unlocked the door. He led her in and stopped at a large table in the middle of the room. Taylor sighed. The room was a mess and it had the distinct smell of cat. To justify her assumption a small kitten rubbed along her ankles. It mewed pitifully and looked up at her with big eyes. Not being able to resist Taylor picked up the kitten and petted it, being careful not to let its fur touch her chest, neck or face. Taylor had a strong reaction to cat fur on those sensitive places that resulted in her having trouble to breath.
Out of nowhere a large red man and a small female appeared in front of them. Petting the kitten one last time she set it on the ground and looked back up, folding her arms across her chest. Taylor looked the red man from head to toe. She already knew his name from the tabloids. Hellboy. She had never thought to meet him, this was quite a surprise. But being the way she was Taylor kept a calm composure. She drew a breath to speak but Orik cut in.
"Red, Liz, this is the new recruit. Her name is Taylor." This earned him a venemous glare from Taylor. He shrugged and continued. "Taylor this is Hellboy, Red for short." He said pointing to the red demon.'Duh.' I thought to myself."And this is Liz." He added motioning to Liz. Like most of the people she had met Liz extended her hand. She took it and greeted them both. Hellboy laughed at her formality of it all.
"Come on! Loosen up!" He said jokingly. Both Taylor and Liz glowered at him. Orik couldn't help but laugh.
"I wouldn't mess with this one Red. She might be tougher than you." Hellboy eyed Taylor closely and leaped at her, stopping only inches from her face. Taylor didn't move a muscle. Although she was scared out of her mind, she didn't move. The thing that brought the young girl out of her trance was the rancid smell.
"Holy crow!" Taylor hissed taking a step back and waving her hand over her nose to get rid of the foul smell. Hellboy cocked his head.
"What? I didn't do anything..." He said innocently.
"I'm sorry but your breath smells horrible!" Taylor retorted giving him a cold look. Hellboy was stunned by how bold this girl was. Heck, he could crush her without any effort and he knew she knew it. Yet she was insulting him. Intresting.
"Well I never!" He said sarcastically before disappearing into the back room. Liz and Orik broke out into hysterics. Taylor smiled triumphantly.
"Anyway," Orik began." Taylor and I have many things to do. We'll see you later." With that the two exited the room. Taylor still wore the triumphant smile.
"That went quite well." The girl laughed lightly. Orik simply shook his head, a worried frown on his face."What?"
"You're the only one I've ever seen to not be intimidated by him. You've got guts, I'll give you that." With that he left Taylor alone in the hall. Sighing Taylor made her way back to her room for a well deserved rest.
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