Phantom: I finally saw Hellboy 2: Golden Army. And I loved it. The twins are such interesting characters. And I hate how they died. So in this story, they somehow got revived. I may or may not actually explain it in the story. Anyhow, they work for the BPRD since Nuala likes Abe, and Nuada refuses to leave his sister alone with a bunch of humans, though he doesn't hate them as much anymore. The two still help govern the elves, and Liz already had her kids. Somebody always ends up babysitting them, most likely some agent, when Hellboy and Liz go on missions. They obviously didn't quit and Johann also works with them, though he was on a solo mission and most likely won't show up for a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy in any way, shape, or form, obviously. The only thing I own are the OCs, the plot, and Dementia.


It's almost the anniversary of Professor Broom passing. I stopped doing jobs for the bureau since his death.

Not that they know that…

The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense is supposed to be composed of the best human agents out there. Yet they just discovered the Unseen world, or whatever it was called. Hey, I may work there, but I'm not good with names. Not since all those years ago, during the war against mankind.

Strange things had happened last year. The humans didn't know what to make of it. To be honest, it was hilarious watching their reactions, but then Hellboy and his friends put an end to that. What a shame… And something else happen, don't ask me what I have no idea, and the exiled Prince of Elves and his sister, the Princess started to work for the bureau as well. I heard rumors that they died, but like I said, something happened.

So, here I am, stuck in some deranged vampire's attic, in a giant bird cage, dressed in some kind of white, supposedly elven, dress. Now I didn't care that I was in a cage, or in a dress, or even being held captive. No, I cared about the fact that he decided to put me, Dementia of the Exiled, in white clothing. I loathe the color white. It's too white, too pure, and too clean. So when my captor gets up here this evening, he really shouldn't be shocked that I somehow covered the dress in blood. I will not reveal where I got the blood, nor will I explain how I did it. But anyway, the vampire came back up, I hadn't bothered to learn his name, and with him, he brought a human with short black hair and another elf that had long white hair with gold tips. Both of which he threw into the cage I was in.

He cackled, said something I ignored, and then stared at me until I finally stared back. "Now how did you get blood all over your pretty white dress, my darling little elf?" he questioned, looking confused in a childish/ serial killer way. I raised an eyebrow, giving him my 'why-do-you-think-I-would-tell-you?' look. I am very good at looks. He just blinked, tilted his head, and then left the attic. The human and elf huddled together; talking to each other only after the vampire had left. The elf turned her gaze onto me. "Are you alright? He hasn't hurt you has he?" she asked, coming over to sit near me. I gave her a pointed look. "How can that hurt me?" The human decided to also join in the conversation. "Well, he's a vampire, and he called you his elf, not to mention your dress is covered in blood." She listed, pointing at the door, me, and then the dress. I smirked. "The blood is my own doing; I simply cannot stand the color white." I replied, standing up and heading to the cage door. I was beginning to sense an oncoming commotion that would take place downstairs. "Where did you get the blood from?" the human asked. She was curious, rather that freaked out like others would be.

"That, my dear, is a secret of the trade." I told her, fiddling with the lock. I think our captor was forgetful or something, seeing as there were no wards or anything. And I have that amazing way of picking locks even though all my stuff had been confiscated. "You don't seem very shocked. Who are you?" the human asked, getting up and following me to the door. "It's rude to ask someone's name without introducing yourself first." I told her, glancing over my shoulder as the elf also came to stand near the door. "My name is Nuala, and my friend here is Elizabeth Sherman. May we have your name?" the elf asked, placing a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. I noticed they were both wearing turtlenecks and jeans. I grinned, though they couldn't see it.

I opened the cage door, stepping out and heading towards the door adjacent to the one the vampire left in. The two women followed me. Inside the room were all of my confiscated items. Everything was just thrown in a pile. I grabbed my clothes, which consisted of a black sleeveless turtleneck, a black denim skirt that ended halfway down my thighs, red tights, black ankle boots, and my black and red striped arm warmers. I quickly stripped out of the bloody dress and dressed back up in my own clothes. On the table where the rest of my things were, I reached and pulled out a black scarf, tying it around my right eye, like an eye patch. A belt with all kinds of odd things attached to it was placed around my waist and a hair tie was used to pull my waist length black hair up into a ponytail, with the exception of the shoulder length hair covering the right side of my face. The only things remaining on the table were my pack and a small mirror hung on a violet ribbon. I pulled the mirror over my head, putting the necklace on, and then slung my pack over my shoulder. When I turned back to the door, both Elizabeth and Nuala had their backs to me, obviously more modest about the female body than I was.

I left the room, the two following after me as we went downstairs. "You never told us what your name is." Elizabeth pointed out. "And what would another elf be doing Earth side?" Nuala added. I flashed my fanged teeth over my shoulder, answering with a chilling laugh. "Simple. My name is Dementia of the Exiled." Nuala immediately fell silent while Elizabeth looked back and forth between the two of us. Just as we reached the door ending at the bottom of the stair, it opened, revealing a red demon and blue merman, along with several humans wearing suits. I raised an eyebrow while Elizabeth and Nuala smiled. As we exited the stairwell, I also noticed another elf, who looked like the male version of Nuala. The demon spoke up first. "Liz, who's the chick?" he asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow as well. I turned my head, examining the room, and spotting a pile of ash as well, knowing full well that my pointed ears were easy to see. While Nuala went over to the merman who was also joined by the other elf and Elizabeth explained to the demon what had gone on since they were taken by the vampire. From what I could hear, this was the group working for the bureau and they were tracking that vampire. Once I finished my examination of the room, I shrugged and started to head to the door. One of the human agents blocked my path just before I could get to the door so I could leave the house. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you can't leave just yet." The male elf came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I didn't think any other elves were supposed to be topside. And as far as I can tell, you aren't registered with the BPRD, so you cannot go wherever you want." He said, quietly so only I could hear him. I flashed a grin over my shoulder.

"The Exiled have no need for rules. 'Sides, I only listened to Professor Broom." I announced to the whole room, before ducking out from beneath the elf's hand and twirling around the agent, exiting the house, and leaping onto the roof of a nearby house. Apparently, all the humans on the street were asleep in their houses, undisturbed by the commotion the vampire caused. Agents, the demon who looked strangely familiar, Nuala, Elizabeth, the merman, and the elf who had spoken to me flooded out onto the street, looking for me. Both Nuala and the elf looked near where I was, and just cause I felt like it, I whistled, immediately catching their attention. I waved, a smirk on my face, before I took off, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, weaving my way from the houses towards the city.

Now I was very good at racing on roofs to wherever I wanted to go, so I was quick. When I glanced over my shoulder, both Nuala and the elf were following me, even keeping up. I laughed that chilly laugh again and continued into the city, slipping down into the alleys. They still kept up. From one of the alleys, I slipped into the sewer, taking random turns, and going back up into the alleys once more. Both elves weren't that far behind, though the sewer trip had slowed them down a bit. I could hear tires squealing and another glance over my shoulder revealed that both elves were wearing some kind of communicators. I grinned, heading towards the streets. I could only wonder if these agents could figure out where I was going.

On the next turn my eye widened. There were agents and the red demon waiting for me. They fired some kind of tranquilizers at me, only to gape at me when I jumped above the shots, landing in front of the demon, who then lunged at me. I slipped under his legs and flipped over the van, continuing on my way with a grin. The elves hadn't had such an easy time with the shots, nearly getting hit. It was too late for them to catch up to me. I laughed once more, making sure everyone could hear. "Nice try!" The demon's cursing could be considered my reply.

- - -

I had been in what I remember was the library/ meeting room for over an hour. Honestly, I think those agents would be back by now. I had pulled down one small, simple brown leather book, the pages yellow with age. It was a book the Professor would read to me. He always kept it hidden behind a bunch of his favorite stories on the top shelf. I was flipping though the middle, reading the Professor's old handwriting, when noises reached my ears. Looks like the agents were back, and they were none too happy about loosing me. Ha, if only they knew I was in here right now. I turned my attention back to the book. It was an entry about when Hellboy, who I just realized was the red demon, had started talking. I remember glimpses of him when he was that young. Damn, he had grown so much. The door to the library opened with Hellboy's loud voice complaining about some 'damnable elf' when Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks, seeing me and then smacking Hellboy to grab his attention. The whole group: a human agent, the merman, Hellboy, Elizabeth, Nuala, the elf, and another human, who I knew to be Tom Manning, the new Director of the Bureau gaped at me, before most of the males, sans the merman, scowled or glared at me. I grinned, waving. "What took you so long?"

"You mean to tell me we spent a good half an hour chasing that damn elf, only to find her in here!? What the hell's going on?" Hellboy practically shouted, stomping over to where I had perched myself on the arm of an armchair. Of course, I had taken off my boots earlier, and he ended up tripping over them, landing on his face. I broke out into a fit of giggles, while Elizabeth and the human agent rushed to help Hellboy off the floor. "Y-You tripped over my b-boots just like that w-w-when you w-were four!" I managed to get out, before I fell back into the chair, since I was laughing so hard. He grumbled, managing to get up with the human's help before my words registered. "What? How'd you know about that?" he asked, one hand on his face. Once my laughing fit was over, I nimbly climbed out of the chair, standing on the balls of my feet in front of him, handing him the book. "How about you read the Professor's journal like he wanted you too when you had grown up, and then come looking for me?" I suggested, handing him the book. He took it from me, his eyes widening a bit, before watching me stand back up, grab my shoes, and leaving the room. "I won't leave the bureau, so don't freak out, but I won't be easy to find either, unless you read that book." I said over me shoulder, before I left, walking shoeless down the corridors. And by the time Manning though about ordering some agents to follow, I was long gone.


Phantom: So what do you guys think? By the way, Dementia can do things that are consider impossible, and nobody, not even I, know how she does it.