Title: Peace and harmony...till someone gets killed

Rating: PG (might change later on for fight or ...something)

Movie: Hell Boy 1/2

Summary: The bars zapped back to life, just missing taking Manning's eyebrows away that had climbed up his head. He'd stepped back unconsciously through Nuada's rant, showing weakness where he should have held his front... Nuada hated him already. He almost anticipated the noises this human would make when he impaled him on his sword, a bleating sheep that wouldn't shut up until its killing blow. Sickening.

Joining the BPRD was about making something of himself and his...unusualness. Abe picked up on it but for Myers own courtesy he remained silent on the topic. So Myers tended to sometimes lose focus of things, go home and then dream in so much detail on cases he shouldn't know anything about that will later be discovered on closer inspection. He just has... a keen eye. He's been telling himself it for as long as he can remember.

Disclaimer: erm...the selected individuals who appear within this fan fiction don't belong to me...not one.(sadly) SO erm I have no rights to them or their characters in any way shape or form. Moving on ...

Warning: Some humans may die in the making of this fan fiction. Rating may rise...

Chapter 1- Peace

How would they see him now, crouched under their scrutiny, waiting for the time when they no longer have need of him. Their whims are as fleeting as their intakes of breath. As soon as they have extracted all his knowledge they will dissect him like all the other unknowns, seeking for more when there is none. Such filthy creatures were not meant to exist. They spread themselves all over the planet in their many shapes and sizes, taking what isn't theirs and then claiming it is. Why try to save a species which kills itself and all other things around it. That is the only other occurring thought that runs through his mind as he sits in his shackles, staring past the electrocuted bars of his cell, watching the random guards come and go. That thought, and how much he wanted to kill humans. None of them paid him any attention. Just the way he liked it.

There had been an incident a month ago where a scientist had spoken to him, tried to befriend him as he injected needles to numb his senses and mind. He explained the process, as if it would make him relax, come to terms with it. Well, the 'nice' scientist had to have surgery to save his eyes after the needle conveniently broke off in his arm, deflecting a shard back at the good man's eyes. It was over rather quickly. The man's pathetic bleating disappeared out the door and he was sent back to his cell. That was the end of his day.

The door sizzled into silence and for a moment he wondered if there had be a failure on someone's part. He was not so strong as to lift a tank but he was stronger than a human, and could easily bend the bars to allow him freedom. No, something else was happening. The humans had never been so careless as to allow any slips. He would give them that.

A balding man appeared on the other side of the bars, an almost sneer present. Nuada wanted to kill him the moment he laid eyes on him. His posture showed a sense of arrogance that only humans with some authority could hold as an annoying aura around them.

"My name in Mr Tom Manning, head of the bureau of paranormals research and defence, and I would like to speak with you-"

"Speak your business human and then be gone. I tire of your kind quickly". By all appearances, Nuada looked to be sitting idly, indulging Manning only because he chose to.

With a shuffle of annoyance that showed only some of Manning's displeasure, he allowed the interruption and continued on. "I'm here to speak with you on the matter of your sentence. As an elf you are entitled to rights and there are things that you might be inclined to have. However you are still a danger to the rest of the world and are still sentenced to a life sentence",

"Until what human! Until I learn the error of my ways, until I bow to your every command and hide in the shadows and scurry underground like a rat!" Nuada's scars deepened with his scowl as he attempted to either kill the human with his deadly gaze or make him scurry away like all the rest when presented with his rage.

Manning's eyebrows deepened into an angry frown as he stepped closer to the bars, lucky for him that the power had been cut off. He poked with his fingers just inches from the metal, punctuating his words. "Now you listen to me. I am the head authority around here. I will be spoken to with respect, and we are having a peaceful discussion and it will remain that way".

Nuada's huffed breath fanned his hair out of his face for a moment as he looked on the human in slight reserved smugness. "Peaceful. I see nothing peaceful about this human. Your claims of peace are empty as I sit behind your pathetic bars and you lecture and demand me of peace. You deserve no respect as you have not earned it. If you wish to give me something, give me my blade... so I may run you through with it" as he spoke Nuada had almost reached the bars , less than an arm's reach he could have reached through the bars and had this human by the throat and broken his neck.

The bars zapped back to life, just missing taking Manning's eyebrows away that had climbed up his head. He'd stepped back unconsciously through Nuada's rant, showing weakness where he should have held his front... Nuada hated him already. He almost anticipated the noises this human would make when he impaled him on his sword, a bleating sheep that wouldn't shut up until its killing blow. Sickening.

Manning left quickly after that, not really stating what it was that he wanted off Nuada, and Nuada didn't care. He was left alone now and that's all he wanted. Being alone meant no doctors to press needles into him, no guards to give him hot glares of hate that made his gut ache to kill them all and any other human that crossed his path. Sitting on his small bed stuck literally into the wall he settled down, one ear open for if the power should fail on the bars or be disrupted for any moment. He would not wait again. They didn't deserve to be allowed to live with their arrogance for holding him here. He fell into a light doze, one that appeared to the humans as a deep sleep, almost silent breath and loose limbs that would allow them to relax and him to take advantage of their mistakes.

He just had to wait. It was ok, he'd been waiting for years for his chance at destroying humanity, a little more wouldn't hurt him.