Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this!
Why? Why are they doing this to me, the demon thought to himself as he sat there on the ground, arms covering his head. His body was naked except for a large piece of cloth that hung down his waist, covering up his crotch and most of his legs. A large crowd of people had gathered around the creature.
"FREAK!"
Rocks were sent flying through the air, striking the demon, leaving small bruises behind on his crimson body. Why where these humans doing this? He had never hurt anyone, or at least he thought he hadn't.
"MONSTER!"
His mind was drained from past memories, knowing neither who he was nor what he was doing here between all these humans. Did he kill someone? That would explain why these people where hurting him but nothing came to mind. All he remembered was waking up on a deserted street, not knowing where he had come from or what he was doing here. What was his purpose here? Was he sent here to make peace or wreak havoc and destruction, killing everyone on his path like these people claimed he had come to do?
"DIE YOU FILTHY BEAST!"
A large rock descended from the sky hitting him on the forehead. Blood oozed out of the wound and dripped down his face, and all he could do about it was wipe away the blood and wait for the humans to leave him be. He covered up his face with his large stone hand, waiting for the hail of stone to stop, but it seemed hopeless.
"YOU ARE NOT WANTED HERE, GO BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"
Yes, that's the very thing he wanted. Maybe somewhere there was a place for him to call home, where people would not hurt him or yell at him for things he might not even have done.
A place where he might even be loved and cared for.
He was about to give up all hope when all of a sudden someone stepped in front of him. He could not see him, but he felt that there was someone. The crowd went quite though some of them continued to whisper amongst each other. They sounded surprised, but one eventually spoke up.
"Hey kid, get out of the way, you might get hit, or worse, that beast might kill you and eat your soul!"
The person did not move an inch. But the demon had not looked up to see who it was that had intervened. He or she knelt down next to him, laying a hand on the demons head. The crimson creature looked up at his rescuer, looking straight into his soft brown eyes. He had a strange expression on his face, both mad and concerned. He turned back to the crowd.
"Do you even see what you people are doing to this poor man?"
"THAT'S NO MAN, THAT'S A DEMON!"
Yelled a priest from the far back of the crowd, obviously too scared to come any closer though he did raise his fist angrily in a failed attempt to hide his fear.
"He was sent here to destroy us, and you're probably a devil worshipper out to do this demon's bidding."
The young man chuckled to himself before ruffling through his coat and pulling something out of it, showing it to the crowd.
"I might be a devil worshipper, who knows. But what is certain is that I am a F.B.I. agent and I can have you all behind bars for threatening both me and this innocent creature."
The crowd went silent upon seeing the badge, some of them even backed away. Only one of them dared to step forward and protest against the F.B.I. agent. He pointed his bat at him in a threatening way.
"You better get the hell out of my way. That thing there is not innocent, it's the spawn of Satan and has to be destroyed before it starts to kill people."
The man took a couple of steps towards the agent. The agent did not seem impressed by the threatening posture for he didn't flinch nor step aside when the man came closer.
"And what if I may ask gives you the right to commit such an act?"
"I don't need any right to defend my country."
The man was only three feet away from the unimpressed agent now. It almost seemed like he was amused by how the man responded to his questions. He had heard that excuse far too many times now and could hardly believe that people would actually use it. He looked down at the creature who was still crawled up in fetal position.
"If you really want to be a hero then why not join the army? I mean if you can beat up one person with a whole crowd then fighting terrorists should be a cake walk for a manly man like you, right? Oh no wait, you can't because you're a whiny little pussy who can only win in an unfair fight. Now I suggest you get the hell out of my face before the real trouble begins, do I make myself clear."
The man readied his bat and was about to strike down the agent but before he could take a swing the young man pulled a gun out of his coat and aimed it straight at the man. The man quickly dropped the wooden bat and raised his arms in the air, slowly backing away.
"Think you're a real man huh, pointing a gun at me, little pussy."
"You know I would be terribly offended if that did not come from a coward like you, now I suggest you remove yourself from my sight and when I say now I do mean now!"
The man backed away slowly, before turning around and storming off like an angry little child. The rest of the crowd quickly dispersed after that, leaving the agent and the crimson demon, who had not moved the entire time, alone. The agent holstered his gun before lowering himself down to the demon's level, squatting down in front of him.
"You ok there big guy?"
The demon did not respond. So the young man laid a hand on his shoulder to draw his attention.
"Don't worry, they're gone now. I'll make sure they won't hurt you again, but you've got to trust me, okay?"
The agent said but before he could speak another word, the demon launched himself at the agent, grabbing him around the chest. The agent was startled at first, but did not struggle or strike at him. He instead waited to see what was going to happen next. He didn't think the creature he had just saved was dangerous in any way but he had no way of knowing for sure. He briefly wondered if he might have made a mistake by saving this creature.
"Thank you."
He could hear.
"Thank you so much stranger."
The demon had a low deep voice, which rumbled through his chest. His grip was firm but not painful despite the rough texture of the large stone hand, which the agent found very peculiar.
"No problem."
The demon released the human from his grip so that both of them where able to stand up. Now the F.B.I. agent had a chance to look more thoroughly at the demon. He could say without a doubt that this could not be a simple costume as he had thought when he had first laid eyes on the creature. The three most remarkable features were his red skin, large stone hand and the two broken horns on his head. Strangely the man was only wearing a piece of cloth around his waist so clearly he was not from around here though it did give the agent a nice view of his upper body. He was very well built, nice big muscles (that any man would be jealous of) but sadly they was covered in small wounds and dried up blood.
"Something wrong stranger?"
The F.B.I. agent shook his head, realizing that he had been staring at the demon for quite some time. Hell, he still couldn't keep his eyes of him.
"N-no! It's just, well… don't take this personal but seeing someone like you is sort of new to me so you'll have to excuse me if I come across as a little rude. I certainly don't mean to act like that. Anyway what's your name?"
The demon did not answer. He looked confused somehow, as if he had just been asked a very difficult question.
"I-I don't know."
He finally stated, looking like he was about to break out into tears. The look reminded the human of a small boy who had just lost his lollypop, totally the opposite of what a murderous killing machine would look like.
"Ok, that's a bit of an inconvenience. So do you know who you are or where you are from then?"
The demon shook his head.
"Ok, it seems you lost your memory. That's not good. Well to start of my name is John, John T. Myers, and to tell you the truth I have no clue on what to do now. Normally we hand missing persons cases over to the police, but that's not really an option now and I don't think it's a good idea to take you back to the bureau, my boss would kill me."
The demon suddenly jolted forward grabbing hold of John's arm.
"Please uhm, John. Don't leave me behind. I don't want to be alone anymore."
He pouted at John, looking ever so sad at him with his golden puppy dog eyes. How could he possibly say no to a face like that? Not to mention it would be ridiculous to leave a guy like him behind to say the least, and that's not just because John thought he looked hot.
"I guess you can come with me, I have a spare room in my apartment."
"Oh thank you so much sir. How could I ever repay you for your kindness?"
He said as he lifted John up in his arms in a tight bear hug. Only now he notices the demon's tail coiling around his wrist. Normally it would have freaked him out, but when you are hugged by a rather large demon, nothing really surprises you anymore. He was released yet the demon's tail did not remove itself. He decided to leave it where it was, what harm could it do?
"It's still quite a long walk to my place so I guess we can use that time to come up with a temporary name for you. I mean I need to call you something right?"
The demon nodded excitedly, it would be nice to at least have some sort of identity he thought to himself as he followed John to where ever they might be going.