Ok, so I've been having major writer's block, again, but thanks to smounged1989 I've had a break through! This is a story dedicated to him for all of his help and support
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The truck.
It's always the damn truck!
'Scout get back to the truck', 'John, get to the truck', 'Myers get your ass back to the truck'!
Was I just not useful if I wasn't telekinetic, a pyrotechnic, or a giant, seven foot two, red demon that could take something equal to a subway train running him over? I know I'm not the best shot, or even the fastest runner, but damn it I'm as good as Clay!... Kinda…
Who am I kidding? I'm just whimpy little John Myers that HB needs so he and the others can go out and save the world while I stay at the safety of the God damned truck! I stuck my hands in my pockets and sighed, my face pointed toward the ground, and kicked a rock toward the trees…and that's when I heard it. I slowly glanced up to see a very large, very pissed off, demon dog walking toward me, growling and snarling at me with every step. It's teeth were as long as my forearm, stained in what looked to be blood (which was confirmed when I saw the thin dribble of it coming down his lip and over his chin). "G-good d-d-dog…" I whispered, hoping for once in my life that I wasn't going to have to prove my thoughts that I could take care of myself… I mean, I could…but not against a thing that looked like it could be a military tank! I looked into the beasts black face and blood red glowing eyes and felt my legs starting to feel like they were going to give out on me. I reached up and hit the emergency beacon on my belt buckle that I'd been told to wear at all times.
Apparently, the hell hound didn't like that very much.
The next thing I knew, I was shouting in pain as the unforgiving bark of a tree dug into my back with a paw the size of the hood of a car, and claws the length of my upper arm, had me pinned to it, two of the four claws on either side of my head just to make sure I couldn't move. At some point in time during all of this he had sliced my emergency beacon into bit that lay strewn around the forest floor. I froze and thought that even my heart skipped a few beats as I felt the hot breath of the hound on my abdomen. I snapped my eyes shut and started to get ready to shout for the team when the head whipped up, the massive jaws opened, and then clamped down, completely covering my left shoulder, my arm, my hip, and a bit over the middle of my stomach. I felt my body go into shock right before I felt a strange, painful heat start to spread through my body.
Hellboy! I shouted mentally before black consumed my vision.
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Damn it Scout, why do you always have that look of disappointment when I send you to the truck? I asked myself as I looked at the branches. They were the same size as all of the other cracked and broken branches I'd seen in these damn woods since we got here. When Blue had told me that it was a hell hound puppy I had immediately sent Scout back to the truck. No offense to him, but a demon pup would use him like a chew toy. I looked at Blue, who seemed to have a far away look in his face before he looked at me and sighed.
"He feels useless Red… He feels as though he should give up his position with us." He explained. "We need to show him…something… And rather quickly at that." He said and then looked at his screen quickly as a neon green light came on.
"What's that?" I asked, watching the screen.
"It's the emergency beacon we gave John… He knows it is not a toy…" He started to say, but his words died when he saw the blinking light immediately stop…
Oh, that can't be good…
"We must get back to the vehicle!" Abe shouted, causing the men to abruptly turn around and run back to the truck. Everyone knew that if Abe's voice changed, even a little, to do what they were told. Because for Abe to raise his voice, there had to be a life or death situation happening.
He and I were the first ones back to the truck, but we were shocked to find that the kids' beacon was shredded, he had holes all over the left side of his body, his clothes were tattered, but there he was, a gigantic puppy curled around him, and he was stroking its ears and muzzle while the thing just wagged its huge tail and licked his hand. My eyes widened.
"Scout? What the hell?!"
"Oh hey Red." He said with a smile. "I see you've found me… and my new friend here. He's become very attached to me." He said and scratched behind his ear.
"That's great kid… Now move so I can shoot it." I said, aiming my gun. I was even more surprised when John stepped in front of the pup.
"No." He said firmly, his hands on his hips.
"I'm sorry… did you just tell me no?" I asked, my tail twitching a bit in agitation.
"Meet my new pet HB. He's part of the team now." He said, giving me a smile that could melt the ice away. Then he turned back around and started petting the demon mutt…
Well…
Hell!
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