Untitled Hellboy Fanfiction

Author's Note: I honestly have no idea what to name this fanfiction. So whoever comes up with a decent title for me will get a present: I'll write a fanfic for you, or i'll make some kind of fanart for you on my Deviantart account. Whatever you'd like. With that out of the way, I hope you will enjoy the story.

A stab, followed by a pained cry. Then a second.

Abraham's lips parted as a loud gasp escaped him. Nuada had quickly lunged for Red the minute the devil had turned his back on him, when suddenly his raised arm dropped uselessly to the side. The prince's face was completely painstricken, and blood gushed from his shoulder. His spear collapsed to the floor beside his foot and the Prince's knees buckled. A pale hand slapped over his now wounded shoulder and his bulging eyes shifted to the person behind him.

"Nuala.....!"

Her teeth sank into her lower lip and tear formed in her yellow eyes. Abraham's head turned from the male twin to the female counterpart and saw that her knife had buried itself deep into her shoulder, penetrating a nerve and perhaps an artery. In a panic, Abraham pushed himself pass Hellboy and the wounded prince, climbing over the large cogs and wheels of the factory and moving onto the platform above. Nuala dropped to her knees and Abraham knelt beside her, his arms around her, his hand moving close to the wound to observe it.

She had done it to save Hellboy. She saw the sneak attack from the moment the demon turned his back. She stabbed herself to stop her brother from killing him.

"Red!" Abraham's shaking voice filled the room. "She's hurt... we have to get her out of here!"

Hellboy nodded, his eyes focusing on the couple. "Bring her over here, Abe. We'll get her out." He said, then his eyes fell to the male twin. "And you..."

He took a step closer and kicked the spear across the room. Nuala's eyes glared up at the tall monster, and the two locked eyes as Hellboy continued. "The only reason I don't shoot you," he reinfored this statement by clicking back on his revolver and pressing the barrel to the elf's forehead. "Is because of your sister. I dont' want to have to tell Abe his girlfriend died because her brother decided to attack me from behind."

Red noticed the hatred in the elf's eyes the moment he referred to Nuala as Abraham's girlfriend. For a brief moment, the elf jerked his head to the side and turned his hateful eyes onto the form of Abraham carrying his sister in his arms. Abraham's head was lowered, staring down at the injured girl with concern, though Nuada was confident that the creature could feel the very aura of the male elf's hatred upon him. Red glared again and lowered the gun, but did not holster it. This was enough to cause Nuada to turn his eyes back to the demon.

"So, it looks like you owe me." Hellboy said, glancing over his shoulder. "I spared your life, I'm willin' to let you walk outta this place alive. So when we get out, I better not hear about you causin' us anymore trouble."

It was as if Nuada had finally noticed the presence of the others in the room. His eyes fell on each of them with complete disgust. That mechanical creature, a symbol of the human's ugly technology and machinery. Just the sight of that abomination was enough to make the prince ill. And then the woman: ugly and spiteful, all the more so when she held the crown in her hand and began to burn it. As it melted in her fiery embrace, his eyes grew larger. His loathing for these people increased and multiplied with every passing second. They were taking everything from him before his very eyes: his sister, his army, his one chance at annihilating the very cancer that was humanity.

And his hateful eyes fell back on the red demon before him.

"Be good." Hellboy spat, then turned away. One arm draped around the woman's shoulders as they walked away, watching as the robotic army began to crumble and fall. Abraham, still carrying the fallen princess in his arms, followed after the two. Johann Krauss was the last to leave, his heavy boots clunking with every step he took.

And Nuada's eyes lowered... his arms moved close to his stomach. The heavy burden of failure was upon him. The hate he felt for those monsters seemed to grow stronger as they left him behind. His eyes glared down at the floor, his heart pounded faster with every passing second. His teeth clenched and his head lifted, watching as the group escaped the room.

"He should have killed me..... when he had the chance."

Forcing himself onto his feet, his hand still clenching his bloody shoulder, Nuada growled in his frustration. He tore a sash from his waist, enwrapping his shoulder in it and making a tourniquet within minutes. As the shadows of his enemies vanished, he stood tall and stepped forward.

"I will not stop. I cannot stop."

He would find a way. If he could not rely on the Golden Army any longer, he would find other means to achieve his goal.

Leaving him alive would be the biggest mistake that monster could make.