Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellboy nor the the characters of Hellboy, but Aurora is my character.
Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction, ever! Please Read and REVIEW!
Summary: Life in the 1940s for a young, single woman is not an easy thing. Meet Aurora, a young telepath trying to find her way in the world of Nazi, Germany. Our favorite villian, Karl Kroenen, takes her under his wing as if a little sister to guide her along. Of course this mean he manipulates her into believing that the only way to save their beloved Father land is by destroying it and all the surrounding land. But what happens when Aurora meets a handsome POW who starts to make question everything she has ever believed in? What happens when she has to choose between her sworn enemy and the enemy of mankind? (Rated K+ for safty)
Chapter 1: Battling Blindly
The Allies were getting ready to fight a good fight. There was no other way to fight if it could possibly be your last, and things weren't looking too good for them. The Germans had invaded many of their camps, though how this was possible was still just a mystery to them- they had never discussed the location of their whereabouts over any radios or through letters or telegrams. There must have been a spy in their midst, which the very idea made everyone uneasy, always looking over their shoulders.
But they were wrong, there was no spy, at least not within their numbers. The Germans just had very good resources- paranormal resources. I.E., me. I wasn't a physic, I was a telepath that was very aware of her 6th sense. I would just have a feeling about something and then check into it with my mind- reading abilities. Most of the time I was right, sometimes not. Unlike most telepaths I had an unlimited range. If I focused enough, I could reach out with my mind and read the thoughts of someone on the total opposite side of the world. This took a lot of focus though; I usually just heard people's thoughts that were within hearing range of any ordinary human.
"Anything new?" The general in charge asked. I shook my head no. "Well, how could there be nothing we need to know? They must have some sort of strategy!" This man was very impatient.
"Yeah, and it's called 'Get out alive'!" I snapped back.
"Relax Baron, if there is something vitally important you must know, she will tell you." Kroenen told the uptight general who looked at me mistrustfully. I just glared back - he annoyed me.
"They're just over that hill. They don't know we're this close." I said, reading their general's thoughts: God willingly we won't get ambushed, not again. If only they knew I had no clue where those slimy Germans are! They'd have my head! I understood English thanks to Kroenen, who was a very good, yet infuriating, teacher.
After what felt like hours, they finally reached the peak of the hill, at which our soldiers opened fire. The Allied soldiers quickly ducked down and returned fire.
Shit! We're not ready! Not Re- BOOM!
Oh God, Oh God, Oh- BANG!
One after another, thoughts ended incomplete as the opposing soldiers were shot down. Eventually, they raised a white flag. Surrender.