Author Note: Thanks so much to Nyghtdonna, Tsuki no Yasha and ChibiLover123 for their reviews! Thanks guys!
Nyght: Thanks so much!! You don't know how happy that makes me. :D
Chibi: Yeah, I know Eevy's vision's are strange, but she was born strange so it makes sense. xD
Tsuki: Wow really? I didn't think the stick figures were that unsuspecting, but that's a good thing! Heheh, your making me giddy for when she meets Hellboy. No!! Must! Resist! Urge, to blab! x)
DISCLAIMER: I in NO WAY own the sexy Hellboy, or any thing else in the Hellboy universe!! I only own Eevy, the few other characters I make up, and the non-movie plot I make up... yeah.
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Story Title: Believe in the Unbelievable
Chapter Title: I Laugh At the News
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Eevy sat in her small apartment alone, staring at the TV as images flickered over the screen. "Have no fear! Underdog is here!" She laughed as Underdog started to fly away, over the city to scout out trouble.
She loved watching old cartoons, her favorites were Alvin and the Chipmunks and Pink Panther. Leaning back in her oriental printed chair comfortably she watched the cartoon play out, laughing ever so often, smiling at the childhood memories of watching the same cartoon with her mom and dad.
Her apartment was decorated in different ways, her living room was decorated in a more oriental way, while her kitchen had a Moroccan theme. The hallway to her room had an Egyptian feel to it; pictures of hieroglyphics littered the walls, along with artifacts and bookshelves lined with books.
Her room was her treasure though. She had painted the walls herself, the window wall had mountains painted over it, with a blue sky and a grassy field infront of it. On the wall to the right of it a river flowed down from the mountains and into a town filled with people smiling and bustling about, stilled in paint.
On the wall with her door there was a forest with tiny creatures wondering in the trees and on the ground, searching for food. The trees hit the ceiling, covered in apples and autumn colored leaves as the painting neared the wall to the right of it. That wall was a small plane filled with snow and children making snowmen and women. Other children slid down hills and some ice skated on a small pond.
That room was her pride and joy, she had slept on the couch for three weeks before she was finally finished with it. She had taken millions of pictures, so if she ever moved out of the apartment, she would remember that room.
Eevy heard her microwave sound so she hopped over to it, taking out a microwave dinner. "Minute Macaroni and Cheese again." She sighed, dipping her fork into it she walked out fo her kitchen, munching on a bite of the cheesey goodness.
"Good evening, Miss Quinn." Eevy's head shot up, a man dressed in a classy white suit smirked up at her, his toothy grin showing a pair of enlarged canines. Eevy squeaked, dropping her food on the ground with a clatter.
"Who are you?" She yelled, backing up when he stood from her recliner. "I-I'll call the cops, I swear!"
"No you wont." His smooth velvet voice lulled her, and she didn't have the urge to pick up the phone anymore. She was so frightened she felt like she was going to faint.
"You see, Miss Quinn," The man dusted off his shoulders slightly before turning to her and walking slowly towards her shaking frame. "My name is Maxwell, Pietro Maxwell."
Pietro was now standing infront of Eevy, she tried to move, but his velvet soft hand touched her cheek gently, and she felt as if she would melt then and there. "Why I am here, is because you seemed to have started a bit of ruckus, defending that Laurence fellow. I think you have the right to know that Mr. Laurence has something we want."
Eevy whimpered and winced when his grip on her jaw tightened. She lowered herself to the floor as his grip began to loosen, making her pant as she held her aching mouth. Strewn out upon the hard wood floor, she looked up at the mysteriously frightening 'Pietro' before her.
He smirked, "You will not get in my way again, Miss Quinn, or I might just have to kill you." His voice was smooth, and so soft, that his threat was enhanced tenfold in Eevy's ears. She felt so frightened at that moment, what could Martin have that these strange people might want?
"And to satisfy you're curiosity, Miss Quinn, we are vampires. Take care." He hissed.
In a flash the feet that had once stood before her were gone, and the window behind her was open, causing a light breeze to fill the room.
Eevy stayed silent, listening to the sound of cartoons in the background. She covered her mouth, stifling a sob that dared to escape her throat. Her eyes were starting to get dry as she moaned, and sniffed. She reached a shaking hand in her pocket and dripped a few drops of water into her dry eyes, and again, crocodile tears slid down her freckled face.
Eevy stood with buckling knees, walking over to her recliner, and landing in it with a satisfying plop. The chair was cold against her skin and she shuttered, making a strange squeaking sound.
Eevy slowly reached for the remote, changing the channel. She didn't feel much like laughing at the moment. The news suddenly flashed infront of her face and she winced, seeing her claustrophobic self huddled in a mass of reporters looking ready to throw up and stuttering as she spoke. She was about to change the channel again when they switched the story to one that should be featured in the Weekly World News.
"There's been another 'Hellboy' sighting this week. A Mr. Roger Pidactor states that he saw said beast jumping from the rooftops, managing to take a picture before 'It got away.' Here with us now is Mr. Pidactor himself and an Edna Morris and Jenny Weaver, two local nurses who both have stated they had caught site of Hellboy as well."
Eevy started to chuckle as the guests started talking about their experiences. Hellboy was obviously a figment of everyone's imagination, the hungry attention of the city people making them create a monster to get a little TV time.
Eevy suddenly frowned, peeking her eyes over towards the window where the vampire man exited. Pietro Maxwell. She shuddered at the thought of him. She wasn't to sure he was kidding when he said he was a vampire. The fangs were a big giveaway that he wasn't normal.
"He didn't have any horns, it looked like they were cut off or something, and he was red, really big, and really red."
But maybe he was born with a deformity, kinda like her and her lack of tear ducts. But that speed, she just blinked and he was gone, window open, and silence. It was plausible that she was going crazy, after what happened today she would be surprised.
"How about you, Mrs. Morris? What did you see?"
"Well, he wore a long cape, or maybe a coat, but he looked like he was going somewhere, and in a hurry. He was so fast too! In less than a minute he had jumped across five building tops!"
Eevy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sound of the television, but not wanting to turn it off just yet. She was confused, vampires weren't real... were they?
"And I remember him having these round horns on his head, small and round."
And if they were real, what did they want with Martin? What did he do to them? He was a sweet guy, a little childish at times, but sweet. What could he have done to anger a pack of vampires?
"He had lots of muscles too, like those body builders you see on television."
And then a question rose in her mind that she didn't want to think about at all. Would they go after him while he was wounded?
"I think he fights crime."
Eevy's eyes shot open as she stood up, legs shaking as she walked swiftly over to her coat closet, grabbed her keys and slammed the door behind her, locking it then running down the hallway.
She had to protect Martin. But in the midst of all her clouded thoughts she had forgotten to turn off the television.
"So tell us, Miss Weaver, do you believe that Hellboy fights crime?" the anchor woman chuckled.
"I do," she replied seriously. "I think that Hellboy fights crime, and despite his name, he is the one that keeps our city safe. He is the one that makes sure the world is safe. You hear about all these problems around the world, people dying unexpectantly, children being stolen from their own homes. Those things that do that are the things that Hellboy fights!"
"How do you know so much about that?" The anchor raised a brown in question at the young girl.
"I read the comics." She grinned making the whole studio laugh, the two beside her glared though, not finding it as funny.
"Seriously!" Jenny continued, "Do you really believe that there is a seven foot man, red skin, horns, and a tail, sent from hell to save our ever crumbling society? No! There is no such thing as Hellboy! No. Such. Thing!"
A red hand clicked off his televisions angrily, a cat scuttling across the stand the TV stood on. The room was cluttered, clothes, food and cats everywhere. "Damn people." A deep baritone voice sounded out, causing a few cats to start mewing.
The red hand slowly slid back to its owner, remote left unwanted on the messy covers. Bringing himself to a standing position, he stretched, hearing his back crack in a few places.
"Hey Red." He looked over to the door where his partner stood, he smirked. Jones had been there for him for a long time, at least for Jones it was a long time. Ten years.
"What is it Lex?" He muttered lazily.
"You better come see this," His big brown eyes were filled with worry. "Something's going down."
The big red man stepped into the light, the glow of it bouncing off of his skin making him shine, his tail flicked around in excitement, and a smirk befell his lips.
"Then lets go see what's going down." Hellboy chuckled, grabbing his duster and walking after Jones quickly.
They quickly made there way to Professor Bruttenholm's office, meeting up with another agent, Marcos, along the way. Marcos gave Hellboy a weary glance then turned to Jones. "There've been sites of numerous vampire attacks, including one that was towards Martin Laurence, the archeologist studying those findings for us. You know, the ones from Scotland?" Jones nodded.
Hellboy smirked, "So there was something to those pillars after all."
"Not the pillars HB," Hellboy looked towards a chuckling Jones. "It's what's inside the pillars that they want. But they can't get to it without special help."
"Yeah?" Hellboy asked as they entered his fathers office. "What kind of special help?"
"Help from a psychic." The three men stopped and looked up towards the old man who stood near the second story railing. His hair was wild, but his face was stern as he stared at the three.
"They need help," he continued, starting to walk down the stairs calmly. "From a Psychic who has yet to be broken." He looked at the three who watched him curiously.
"What do you mean, 'broken', father?" Hellboy mumbled.
Trevor smirked behind his thin beard. "Broken, also known as de-flowered, if you prefer that term."
There was silence as everyone digested this information. Abe eventually swimming to the glass of his tank, watching them.
"So, you're saying...?" Jones started.
"She, has to be a virgin. Yes." Trevor nodded, walking over to Abe who looked at him, and cocked his head slightly.
"Have you gotten any leads, Abe?"
"I'm afraid not, you might just have to confront Mr. Laurence yourself." He nodded.
Trevor sighed, nodding as well. "So I see. Well then. Jones, Marcos. You two are to go and question Mr. Laurence, see what he has come up with about the artifacts."
The two nodded as Jones turned to Hellboy with a sympathetic smirk. "Sorry HB, guess you'll have to stay here this time."
"Pfft." Hellboy just shrugged him off, turning and walking towards his room again. Nothing good was happening, he hated having to stay locked up, like an animal. He wanted to get out, he wanted to see people without having to hide.
Or at least he wanted to go out and kick some monster ass.
Either would do.
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Author: Okay, so, there you have it! Whoo! Second chapter has Hellboy in it! Whee!
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Hope you like my story so far, Don't worry, Hellboy and Eevy will meet soon, I plan on it!
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Reviews will make me want to update faster! :D
