Silent Observer

His God

A note to all my lovely reviewers-

Adiva Calandia- oh my dear, but Abe IS involved in the second half of the movie. The script writes just don't know it! Mwahahaha! And I'm glad you noticed the present tense stuff. It's hard to keep up with.
Ms Cranky- posting! Posting! Hehe. But I really need a beta (hints anyone reading this...)

Tess LaCalme- I don't know if I'm going to write in Marina. I've made this story mostly philosophy stuff, and I don't want to kill it by dragging it out too long.

epalladino- truthfully I hadn't really gone into the Hellboy age debate, but remember- if Hellboy looked five in the flashback, than how old was he actually (reverse dog years...)?

Cassiopeia1979 It's great to know that someone who's work I like read and enjoyed this, and cared enough to review THREE TIMES (smiles and bubbles to self) should I write in Marina? Am I treading in the murky mud of other characters? And I'm glad you saw my perspective on the whole human rights thing.

Email me at skcelmwood.on.ca if you want to beta for me.

Disclaimer- I don't want to write this. I really don't. I don't own anything. Sniffle. Even the music, which is from the Rolling Stones and the Beetles.

Chapter 1

Poison

I have vengeance in my heart.

I can feel it around me like an aura, tinting my power and sending it skewed. It's like a sort of splinter in my mind, itching, grating...

I finish a side of my rubix cube. Four sides in three decades, getting better. Still sort of pathetic, but logic has never been my strong suit.

Yes, but Rasputin lives.

My music playing quietly has changed songs.

I said

Hey, you get off of my cloud

Hey, HEY, you, YOU, get off of my cloud.

Hey, HEY, you, YOU, get off of my cloud.

Don't hang around all through the crowd.

Yes, but Rasputin lives.

Hellboy is going to Moscow.

Yes, but Rasputin lives.

There's a new group of freaks at the agency.

Yes but Rasputin lives.

It's a poison. I feel and see his sickly green energy, lighting him up like a beacon. He uses his magic so flamboyantly that I can sense him even from here, the other side of the word, polluting the world with his toxic energy. There aren't more than a dozen people in the world above yellow. Those of us who are have learned to shield our power to be discreet. With a single thought I can see him. I have to constantly guard myself to keep myself from slipping away, watching the world around him. Sighing, I look at the clock on the wall opposite my tank. Hellboy and the others will be landing now. They are going to find Rasputin, and they will kill him, not me. I will wait here, occasionally flicking over to observe the course of events.

I still experiment with my powers. That's all there is for me to do, really, here, this place that is not in Moscow. I type my emails, speaking to old friends and connections, trying to learn more. I listen to my music, alone, feeling useless.

Lovely Rita Meter Maid,

Lovely Rita Meter Maid

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid, nothing can come between us

When it gets dark I tow your heart away...

I have had enough of this. The Beetles were not meant to be played by people who are waiting. It seems insanely bubbly. How can anyone ever be that happy? John, Paul, George, Ringo, you have obviously never been in my shoes. Not that I actually wear shoes. Oh, I'm rambling to myself. This is absolutely irritating.

I don't really have anyone to talk to. Hellboy's gone; Liz and Myers too. Myers is frightened of me anyhow. He still feels that he is not worthy of anything or anyone in general, and he feels that I will see that in him. I believe that he, despite his doubts, has every right to be here. He is pure of heart, I laugh, remembering the look on his face that night in the library; solid, dependable, intelligent... everything Professor Broom would have wanted him to be. My only worry is that when he learns that Liz really loves Hellboy, he'll not be able to move past it.

He knows it on a conscious level, but he's still falling for her. He doesn't really love her, though. He is in love with an image. Father is dead.

I don't know if Hellboy ever knew his father's real name. He never told anyone, it was too hard to say. It was also German, and for a man who weathered world war two, that was much more important than most people realize. Gods, I miss him so much. It's like you don't know you have to breathe till you can't. You never realize how much you depend on it till it's gone.

And Rasputin lives.

How is has this one man caused so much pain? His past is riddled with deaths, his life's work is to bring about the apocalypse. What can he possibly gain from this?

He has a god inside him. A God that is boosting his power level. If this creature hadn't entered him, his power would never have come.

How did he find this God, this creature of resurrection?

I'll research it. Something useful to do.

I squash the malicious 'the only thing you're good for' and I get to work.