Hellboy Three: Twins Trouble

AN: I want this to be in world where the team didn't quit BPRD so they're still in the states. As you will notice I decided what the hey, I'll try it for another story in first person.

So now I toss the baton to Trevor.

Disclaimer: Come on, must I say it? I'm poor. I can't pay for school without the government's help. I am barely surviving English. HB is not mine. But Trevor II and "Sam"antha are mine.

There wasn't a sound. There should have been some kind of sound. Anything? But unfortunately they didn't have to wait long; at all. The door to Sam's room flew open as I can crashing through. Did you know life could suck when your sister is five times stronger then any normal sister? And that your dad happens to walk by as your red butt out of the wall? Then to add insult to injury he high-fives her?

Yeah. It sucks big time.

But being who I am, I don't mind. Sam didn't mean to send me through a wall. She was upset. But she was just upset that I'd melted one of her head phones.

We'd fought. That's to be expected with siblings. Especially twins. But we always made up in the end. One time though I went a little too far.

The cold nipped at my ears and I pulled the scarf tighter around me. Not that I needed it. I was toasty warm and if anyone had wanted to look they would've seen my bright red ears. Getting a hold of it was tough. We'd been practicing, Mom and I. Her control was much greater than mine but I kept at it. Trying to keep the fire within tamed and in control when I needed to use it.

I walked along the street avoiding eye contact and fixing the bug in my ear. My sister, Sam, jumped gracefully from roof to roof overhead. She was whispering excitedly about the movie. She couldn't wait to see the new horror slasher. As if we didn't get enough of it with work. I shook my head at our earlier conversation.

"Hey," she had said enthusiastically, "this time we can let the actors handle the fighting and getting killed. Oh and be careful. That watch is the only one we have left."

Mom had found some humor in this. But I think it was just the fact that Dad got it first and was rolling on the floor laughing in his head. He convinced Mom and we headed out, to the ever disapproving eye of Manning. It was my turn to wear the watch and I told him we'd keep a very low profile. And to be in Japan! It was the best thing to have happen to us right now.

Okay, a little bit of explaining has to be said about the watch I keep mentioning. It's like a cloaking device. It makes whoever wears it blend in with all the other humans where ever the wearer may be. We had two at one point but, well, mine was all melted...ha ha. Yeah. My fault that we had to take turns or else Sam and I would be going into the theater together.

It was weird to see my reflection with the watch on. I'm pretty built for my age; something I had worked on since I was ten. I have about, medium long black hair that sometimes covers my horns. Sam's and my eyes are actually the same color as our mom's. That was one of the other things I inherited from her. But with the watch my skin was a pale white and I was much more scrawny than I would've liked. My tail and horns would disappear even though I could still feel they were there. My hair color would stay the same but sometimes I could barely recognize myself. Sam would have a similar transformation. She would brown hair, though, instead of her long black hair.

Dad had pressured Manning to acquire these watches from a special school for the gifted in New York. He wanted us to have some kind of normal childhood. I guess it was because he felt the "I want to give my kid the things I couldn't have as a kid" guilt trip.

Sam, on this particular night, thought it was her turn with the watch but let me use it instead. So while I waited in line for the tickets Sam waited on the roof. Suddenly some girl behind me toppled over her feet landing on yours truly. She blushed as I helped her up.

"Sorry," she grinned her face turning red like her hair, "Are you okay? Didn't squish you, did I?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm ok." I turned back but felt the girl's eyes on my back the entire time.

I guess she had decided she wasn't done with me and I found her tapping me on the shoulder. I turned but saw her friend instead.

"Hi," she said holding out her hand, "I'm Kari. Do you need the number of the chick that hit you?"

The red head blushed and shoved her friend playfully. I smiled back and said, "I don't have a phone." A voice in my ear snickered back, "Liar."

The girls looked shocked, "You don't have a phone?" Kari asked a little perplexed as if the very idea was absurd.

I shook my head, "I don't have the money for one. Or the permission." I added and heard Sam laugh at our private joke.

"How old are you?" the red head asked raising a skeptical eyebrow, as if she was rethinking her flirting victim.

"I'm eighteen," I nodded, "I just don't need one."

"Well, please tell me you have a computer?" Kari asked. Her face made me want to laugh. She looked like she was getting desperate now.

I did laugh, "Yeah. I do." Then I heard one of the first disapprovements from Sam in my ear, "Be careful Broomstick," she said using a nickname she knew I didn't like.

"You want to chat some time then, with Zika here?" Kari asked shoving her elbow into her friend.

I was starting to like this. Just talking to someone who wasn't in some sort of conspiracy circle. It was nice to hear flirting directed at me instead of in movies. But Sam didn't like where this was going. "Be careful, Trevor. You're never going to see them after tonight. Keep that in mind. We're here to see a movie."

I frowned slightly my temperature flared at the chance that Sam was ripping away. The chance to be normal for one night. "Sure I said," pulling out a napkin from my pocket, "Got a pen?"

Sam grumbled angrily as she heard the girls through my mic. Once I got my tickets I found that the girls were watching the same thing. Usually when Sam and I snuck out we sat together in a dark corner on the balcony. But the girls' presence and flirting was too much for me to pass up.

Ten minutes after we were seated I heard Sam's voice, "Get up and go to the bathroom." Her voice was wavering and my smile fled. I stood, excused myself, and hurried to the men's room.

"What's wrong Sam?" I said aloud, "Were you crying?"

Sniffling was heard followed by an angry shout, "No! I wasn't crying. You're being a jerk."

"How am I being a jerk?" I asked almost too loudly.

"We came to the movies, Broom. You and Me," she moaned, "You ignored me. You didn't even tell me the coast was clear! It's cold out here, Trevor."

I sighed now upset at her and myself, "Look, I'm sorry. I just...I wanted to talk to them."

"Oh I'm sorry. I don't need that kind of communication?" she barked, "Some bonding with the opposite sex? You can walk in broad daylight! I can't!"

"Sam quit over reacting," I said trying to calm her down, "It's not a hopeless cause. You can find someone. You just got to-"

She cut me off. She wasn't listening. "Don't go and tell me what to do! You left me! Your supposed to be the good brother and..." in her anger she fumbled for the words.

"And what?" I asked getting angry again, "drop everything and never have any fun? Never have the chance to meet someone because you refuse to try and be happy for me?"

There was silence for a long while. Finally she said, "You're an ass, Trevor."

I fumed, fire licking my hair and the edges of my clothes. But then my fire went out when I heard the all familiar click of the com link shutting off. The blood drained from my face and for once in a long time I felt cold.

I bolted from the restroom leaving the two girls to the horror flick and ran to the street. Flicking my eyes up and down the street I saw an a joining alley and booked for it. Climbing the fire escape I soon reached the top and found the roof empty. A red light shone faintly in the gravel and I hurried to it. The ear piece was all alone.

At home when we were grounded we'd used these to communicate and hide. But now she had the entire city to hide in. My twin was gone.

Hope your not too disappointed in me for being extremely late and being a slacker on every story I've written.

School and getting ready for college sucks. Big time. Hope you liked it and that I have time later to update.

Have fun.

~Redd