This is a very weird crossover that came to me while watching Sleepy Hollow yesterday…How can I get John Constantine and Hellboy in the same story while being faithful to the characters? Giving them a nice supernatural good cop/bad cop story…
Hope you enjoy the prologue.
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Villainy wears many masks, none of which is as dangerous as virtue.
Tarrytown is a village located in Westchester County, New York. As of the 2000 census, the village had a total population of 11,090. The Village of Tarrytown is located in the northwest part of the Town of Greenburgh, New York. But you probably never heard of this little town name, it probably passed you by on the map, you have heard nonetheless the old of Sleepy Hollow Tale.
A young man runs scared out of the streets…he can't believe what he just saw…a headless horseman… just like that story from Washington Irving. He knocks on the door of a house in the end of town…a woman opens the door, she is in her early fifties and looks sleepy, he needs to get inside fast so he tried to push his way in, but couldn't.
-Can I help young man? - She said protecting the door with a little chain.
-Yes ma'am, my name is Christopher Ichabod Crane and I need your help- Answer the young man very scared while looking at his back.
-Ichabod? - The woman repeat the name in doubt….there hasn't been anyone named Ichabod in this town for two hundreds year? Suddenly she panicked when she remembered something awful. -I can't help you young man!- -I'm sorry- she said while shutting the door down.
-Please help me out! - Scream the young man while leaving the door and going back to the street I'm running from a "headless horseman" he told himself.
A couple of weeks after getting his master degree in journalism Chris Crane had the perfect idea to make a name for himself; to use his own heritage to draw the outline of a new novel about the mystery of Sleepy Hollow…the people on town were not very welcome always telling him old folk curses about not waking up the witch of the forest, that she never sleeps…you know Grimm folk tales.
-No Crane had been to the Old Hollow Cementery in 200 years…do not disturb the Van Tassel Witch- The Mayor of the Town told him.
-That's it- He screamed, I have to get to a body of water…the Hessian cannot go through bodies of water…it was on the short story….Run, come on is only a couple of yards away…he kept motivating himself.
He never knew what hit him as the blade cut his head clean… leaving no blood behind, if people saw through the windows in their houses; they only had a glimpse of a dark shadow riding a horse that disappeared into the night and into the never sleeping forest.
New Jersey, 8:00 P.M
-Hey cue ball, would you come over here? - Called the gargoyle known as Hellboy…we have football night…and nachos.
Tom Manning, Director of Paranormal Activities and Operation of the Bureau was not fond of the name, but the last year has been a good one for him and Code Operative Hellboy, since the death of Professor Broom Hellboy has started to get more relaxed while maintaining a decent amount of respect for the rules.
-Yes, if I'm cue ball…you would be like "3", Right? - Manning replied back.
-Don't get cute with me lunchbox-
-Who are playing tonight? - Tom asked while sitting on the big couch.
-I'm not sure about the other team….I just care about the Jets- Hellboy say out loud while getting a fist full of nachos and watching the commercials… a news anchor steps in.
A man is found decapitated in the small town of Tarrytown, more news at 10 in channel 10.
-Tarrytown? - Hellboy repeated the name, it was somewhere in his mind… he knew he heard about it many times before….he just can't place it.
-What's wrong? - Tom asked H.B
-Blue, need help…Tarrytown New York- Hellboy screamed at the creature on the tank.
-Sleepy Hollow- The creature replied back…Why? He knew the answer to that, H.B has become a regular supernatural detective in the last month or so…trying to make father proud.
-I think we're going to camp on the woods- Hellboy told Tom Manning very serious…
-Where and Why? - Tom has started to trust H.B but wasn't comfortable with the constant exposure and the constant cover ups, one day he will run out of lies.
-When father was alive he used to read me those folk stories to get me to bed- Hellboy told Manning…he closed his eyes for a while telling himself when father was alive…it just filled him with sadness.
-I don't know the story of Sleepy Hollow- Tom replied again.
-Don't worry we'll rent you the movie on the way- Hellboy answer while looking for his stuff.
Los Angeles, 4:00
John Constantine never woke up before five o' clock unless he had an exorcism to perform or a check to cash at the bank…but even if he didn't open his eyes he felt the presence of something in the room…and its smells like flowers…his flat never smells like flowers.
-Who is it? - Said John while opening his eyes while looking for the shotgun.
He opened his eyes and screamed –Jesus! - While jumping on the other side of the bed…his eyes were planning tricks on him…is not possible, is Chas…and he had wings…big ass wings.
The Angel formerly known as Chas got close to the old T.V and turned it on…they were playing news about a freakish crime involving a head missing in Northern New York.
-You want me there? - John told the Angel still pretty affected.-But I'm broke Chas?-
The Angel pointed at John's overcoat….it was the same black weary color.
John got close to the overcoat and got his left hand inside the pocket…he found something and he took it out…they were US$3,000.00 in 20's…his last score, it was weird, the check he was supposed to be change today but he kind of passed out.
-Hey, Chas why don't you put that trick in front of my landlord, it would be hilarious- John said while looking at the Angel next to the T.V.
Chas was gone…he felt a little lonely and told himself -maybe I should call Angela- But he was more honest now…maybe is better not to…he picked up the phone to call and airline and a package company…
New York it is.
Hope you like the prologue of this story… please review and comment on the first chapter…
AGL