Title: Believe in the Unbelievable

Full Summary: When you think of visions of the future, you imagine an epic moment of realization. The person zones out, eyes alight with knowledge as they 'ooooh' and 'aaahhh', waving their arms and having a seizure about this amazing vision of the f****ing future. It ain't sh*t like that. They're just crappy little crayon drawings that look like a first grader spazzed out in art class, detailing the future in a moment of waxy clarity and scribbles. Just because I see the future doesn't mean I want to know what happens next. Hellboy/OC

Chapter Title: Albino Dick vs. Bathroom Guy

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She wasn't family so they sent her to the waiting room. Laurence, Martin A. was not directly related to her, Quinn, Eevie L. so the had to wait in the stupid waiting room on stupid chairs that smelled like moth balls and sick. The itchy material made the skin on her thighs that weren't covered by the stupid skirt that the Director had her wear irritated and raw. Standing suddenly, her broken heels toppling off off her lap and onto the floor, Eevie decided to grab a candy bar from the stupid vending machines. Her bare feet slapped loudly against the white and blue tile of the sterile hospital, but she purposefully squeaked her sweaty feet causing several of the nurses at the front desk to glare at her. She stuck her tongue out in return.

The vending machines was in a hall outside of the waiting room, past the nurses station, past a door which led to the isolated hallway which had three doors for the bathrooms: His, hers, and theirs. She sighed in annoyance, straightening a crumpled dollar by sliding it on the side of the vending machine. This wasn't supposed to be like this. She stilled her movements and stared at the dollar in her hand, rubbing her thumbs gently over the thin material. She sniffed, he was supposed to be celebrating his find. Plotting his next dig. Yelling at her for eating all the popcorn as they watched old cartoons at three in the morning. Anything but laying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life against a knife-wound made by a crazed albino freak.

"Albino dick." She hissed, continuing her endeavor to straighten the crumpled bill with a fervor.

"You wouldn't be speaking about me, would you?" Eevie screamed, spinning around and slamming her back against the candy machine. There he was, smirking at her with those cold blue eyes and those thin lips pulled back to reveal dangerously pointed teeth. Every single one of his teeth was sharpened to a razor tip. Eevie hadn't noticed this in the dark of the night, but in the buzzing florescent light of the hospital, she could see the menacing pearly whites clear as day. She felt her pulse jump, and Pietro appeared to as well, because his smile widened.

There was a silence between the two, Eevie eyeing the manic man warily, and Pietro eyeing the barefooted woman curiously. Her eyes flickered to the door behind him, and he chuckled low in his throat. "I wouldn't try that if I was you, bluebird, I'm faster than you'd think." He walked around to her right side slowly; each of his steps making a soft echoed click in the desolate hallway.

Eevie didn't want a candy bar anymore. She wanted to throw up.

Preferably on the sharped-tooth albino dick.

"What do you want?" Eevie's voice was horse, one from her fear and two from her 'crying' in the taxi all the way to the hospital. She kept putting eye drop after eye drop in her dry, tear-less eyes, blubbering and snorting and huffing about her worries for Martin. The taxi driver gave her half off because of her emergency, but she ended up paying him the full fee plus tip for him dealing with her hysterics. Her croaky words must have amused Pietro to no end, for he cackled at her, throwing his head back and whipping his ponytail around in his mirth. Eevie raised an eyebrow at his antics, and felt herself looking at the door again, but snapped her gaze back to Pietro when he lifted her chin with one long finger. She sucked in a breath at his wide blue eyes that bored into her own. He wasn't sane, that was one thing.

"What I want, you don't have. But best be sure, Eevie Quinn, I will get what I want from your precious Marty, or else you'll be the one to pay for his insolence." He was sneering at her, gripping her chin to the point of pain. She winced, he laughed, pushing her back against the candy machine and causing her to lose her balance. She fell to the floor, her legs sprawled out in front of her. Looking quickly up, she found Pietro was a few feet away now. Grinning demurely at her. "You may deliver that message, personally, Miss Quinn." In a blink, the strange man was gone. The strange man with the gremlin teeth and the death threats towards her for something Martin apparently did.

"Well shit, Marty." Eevie grumbled, pulling her legs up to her chest and burying her face in her knees.

"Shit, Marty!" Hellboy sighed, slumping onto the comfy red velvet couch in the library, the wood of the furniture groaned under his weight, but held true. "How's he doing?" Hellboy's eyebrows were furrowed in concern for his friend. He knew that Martin went to Scotland to study a set of pillars for the B.P.R.D, but he didn't think that things would take such a drastic swing.

Agent Alex Jones, or 'Lex' to Hellboy, shuffled through the medical files he had been given on Martin A. Laurence. "Looks like they got him pretty good. Glamour wasn't holding up as well as he'd hoped though, medical dispatch reported both yellow blood and red." Jones shook his head slowly and passed the file to Professor Broom.

The Professor glanced through it, stopping on the picture of the stab wound, seeing the serrated cut along Martin's shoulder and empathizing with the man. Something very powerful must have been used to cut through him to leave such a terrible mark. "Jones, Marcos." The two men leaning against Abe's tank stood at attention. "What have you collected on those recent attacks in the area?"

Agent Ben Marcos stepped forward, nodding at the professor, "We've taken several teams in to investigate and have concluded that a pack of vampires has been roaming the area, if not nesting."

Broom nodded, stroking his beard. It would make sense, the pillars are very precious to their people, and having humans tamper with them is barely tolerable, but, because the B.P.R.D and a non-human have been examining them, it is not impossible to believe the vampires would become suspicious, even a bit frightened, of why they were looking. Broom's brows furrowed; but that wouldn't explain their attacking of Martin. True, vampires have never been very politically inclined, but they knew better than to make such a violent move. Unless..

"Jones, what has Martin found out about the pillars?" He snapped his gaze to the young man who straightened his stance quickly.

"It seems Martin has found out that there is a powerful relic within the Pillars that can only be obtained through the aid of a psychic." He shifted on his feet, coughing slightly, "An, uh, an unbroken psychic."

"And that means, what, exactly?" Hellboy questioned, leaning forward in his seat so that his elbows rested against his knees.

"Well, it uh," Jones rubbed the back of his neck and looked to Marcos for help. Marcos just shrugged and shook his head, chuckling slightly. Jones sighed, looks like he was on his own, "She has to be um... a. A, uh... Virgin." He rolled onto his heels and looked up, finding it slightly uncomfortable to speak about.

"Man, you are way too nervous to say the word 'virgin'." Marcos laughed, causing Jones to blush and punch him in the shoulder.

Broom cleared his throat, causing the two agents to straighten up. Hellboy rolled the thought around in his head while Abe swam up to the front of his tank, smacking his hand against the glass to steady himself. Jones jumped, causing Marcos to chuckle again. Broom sighed, motioning for the two agents to come forward. "The two of you must go and guard Martin at the hospital, as well as question him of his findings and what could possibly be causing such a ruckus with the vampires." The two men nodded and began their trek to the garage.

Hellboy made to move after them, but Broom blocked his path with his cane. Hellboy glanced at the offending object, then at his father, who was giving him a very pointed look. "What?" Hellboy shrugged, "I wasn't gonna go anywhere, just wanted to tell Lex to tell Martin I say 'hey'." Trevor Broom hummed low in his throat, a very disapproving and disbelieving sound. Hellboy sighed and side-stepped his father's cane. "Look, I'll just go to my room, then. Hopefully Marty-boy will get better soon and I can tell him 'hey' when he gets back here." He began his long walk back to his room, "Seeing as visiting hours in the prison should be soon." he grumbled that last bit to himself.

He was tired of being caged up like an animal. He couldn't go outside, for fear of people seeing him. He had to be carted around in a garbage truck, for fear of people seeing him. He was tired of the fear and the hiding, and, worst of all, he was lonely. Stopping at the turn before his room, Hellboy glared at the floor. He clenched his fists and snorted; why did he have to be caged up when Marty was in danger of being attacked by vampires. He had to protect his colleague. He had to protect his friend.

Smirking at his justifiable claim to sneak out of the bureau, he turned left as opposed the his usual right and rolled his shoulders, relaxing his muscles. "Real world, here I come."

Eevie felt herself jerk awake when something touched her shoulder, causing her head to slam against the vending machine. Eevie clutched the back of her head, making faces in silent agony, "Ow." she muttered lamely. Squinting, she eyed who woke her up. It was a small girl, probably no older than eight. She had wide brown eyes and a big floral sun hat that drooped down at the sides, but a large bow and flowers on the right made it seem ridiculously bigger than it actually was. She was carrying an IV stand with her and clutched the metal poll tightly. She was dressed in a purple nightgown that had dancing goldfish spotted here and there, and pink ruffles at the very bottom. Eevie raised an eyebrow at the strangely dressed child.

"I wanted a candy bar." she spoke, pointing at the machine Eevie was currently resting on, "But your butt was in the way." Eevie looked behind her then down to her butt, blinking slowly. She looked back up at the girl for a moment before scooting to the right a few inches. The strange girl stood on her very tip toes and shoved the dollar bill into the machine, pressing the buttons deftly, like she'd done it a hundred times, and retrieved the bar once it had dropped in the bin.

Instead of leaving, like Eevie thought the strange goldfish-dress sunhat girl would do, she plopped down cozily next to Eevie, unwrapping her prize. The two sat in silence, the girl staring at the wall across from them, and Eevie staring blatantly at the girl. There was no sound except for the occasional crinkle of the wrapper and the crunch of her biting off a piece of chocolate. After several awkward minutes, the girl turned to stare at Eevie, who did not avert her curious gaze. The strange girl smiled, broke off a piece of the chocolate bar and held it out to Eevie, who stared at it dumbly. There was another minute of silence. "You know," the girl began, shaking her hand that held the candy at Eevie, "When someone graciously offers you some free candy, you should take it."

Eevie just snorted, grabbing the chocolate and shoving it into her mouth, "If that's what they're teaching kids these days, you better not go anywhere near strange vans." It was Eevie's turn to stare at the wall across from them while the girl stared curiously at Eevie.

"You're really weird." The girl commented, bringing her legs up to her chest and resting her arms on her knees, mimicking Eevie's position. Eevie swallowed before meeting the eyes of the child, and grinned impishly.

"I get that a lot." Turning slightly, Eevie studied the girl once more. She was a small thing. Thin, with petite hands and feet. Her hat covered the majority of her head, but you could tell she was bald underneath the largely adorned head decoration. "I could say the same to you with that eclectic taste in fashion." Eevie chuckled and flicked a small neon pink flower on her hat that circled the largest sky blue colored one.

"I happened to have a great sense of fashion!" She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance, causing Eevie to laugh at her indignant tone. "So what're you doing here anyway? Why are you asleep against the candy machine?"

Eevie's smile faltered as she thought of Martin. She sighed, rubbing the kink in her neck slowly, "I'm waiting to see my friend. He was hurt pretty badly." Her voice was low; she still had no idea what she was gonna say about Pietro's threat. She didn't know when the crazed man intended to go through with his promise, but she didn't want to put more stress on Martin in his weakened state.

"Is he going to die?" Her question was abrupt, yet filled with nothing more than a simple curiosity. Yet, it had Eevie staring open-mouthed at the young girl. How could she speak of death so candidly. "They say I might die." She explained, shifting slightly on the floor, "'Cause of my lukemna." Eevie closed her mouth and stared at the floor with furrowed brows. How do you reply to something like that? Especially to such a young girl.

"Well," Eevie began, rubbing at her bare legs nervously, pulling at her skirt in a futile attempt to cover them up more. "We all die someday. I don't know if Martin will die today, though."

"It's good that you come to visit him. My mommy doesn't like to come visit me anymore." Eevie once again felt herself cringe and her chest tighten in discomfort. This poor girl.

"That sucks." were the only words Eevie could think to say, and she felt like an idiot after uttering them.

The girl just giggled though, causing her floppy hat to bounce. Eevie smiled at the sound, glancing down at the girl. She was grinning up at the woman, showing two missing teeth on the bottom row. "My name's Marabelle." She stuck out her hand for Eevie to take, which she did, shaking it firmly.

"Eevie. Nice to meet you Marabelle." Marabelle giggled again, continuing to shake Eevie's hand up and down until both of them were laughing loudly in the middle of the deserted candy bar hallway, criss-crossing their hands and shaking them up and down and up and down. Marabelle had the biggest smile on her face, and Eevie couldn't help but feel uplifted by her laughter. It reminded her of sweet tinkling wind chimes in a soft spring breeze: light, airy, and sounded like magic.

The door to the hallway opened, and their laughter died down when a short, thin man peeked in. He was bald, with a long face, but kind brown eyes. Eyes that reminded Eevie of Marabelle. "Daddy!" Marabelle stood up as quickly as she could, marching over to her father and pulling him into the hallway, motioning to Eevie who stood slowly, pulling down her skirt a tad more before smiling sheepishly. The man only smiled warmly at the two girls. "This is my new friend Eevie. She likes chocolate and falling asleep against vending machines. She's waiting to see her friend who may or may not be dying tonight."

Eevie blushed at the straightforwardness of the small girl, but nodded her head respectively to Marabelle's father. "Hello." she spoke softly.

Mr. Marabelle's father laughed at his daughter and gripped her shoulders gently. "Now, now, let's not embarrass Ms. Eevie. If she's here to see her friend, we shouldn't speak of death." Marabelle nodded obediently and looked down regretfully. "Sorry." she whispered.

Eevie just shook her head, "It's alright. Natural curiosity, no filter; I'm still the same way in most situations, so I certainly can't blame her for being like that." Mr. Marabelle's father chuckled and nodded, agreeing with the young woman who had caused his daughter to laugh harder than she had in weeks.

"Thank you, for humoring her." He spoke lowly, and squeezed Marabelle's shoulder's gently. She brought her hands up to hold his as tight as she could, still smiling widely up at Eevie.

"Anytime. She's a really smart girl, who, must I say, has the sharpest fashion sense I have seen to date." Eevie winked at Marabelle who giggled and turned in her night dress, causing the two adults to laugh as well. "I should go check on Martin though, make sure he is most definitely not dying tonight. Thanks for the chocolate and company Marabelle. Mind if I maybe come around another time for some more advice?" Eevie kneeled in front of the small girl who looked up at her with wide eyes full of hope. She nodded up and down rapidly, and started bouncing on her toes in excitement. Eevie and her father chuckled at her antics. "Alrighty then. Thanks for the pep talk boss, I appreciate your company." Eevie opened her arms wide and Marabelle launched at her giving her a large bear hug which Eevie happily returned.

Eevie waved to Marabelle and her father as they took the elevator back up to their room on the third floor. She smiled gently, hoping she would be able to visit the spunky young girl again soon.

"Miss Quinn?" Eevie turned to see a nurse dressed in blue scrubs motioning behind them to the ER, "You can see Mr. Laurence now, if you like."

Martin pinched the bridge of his nose with his good hand, sighing deeply in frustration. There was the click of the remote every few seconds, signaling he had found the TV and was now flipping through the channels. Marcos shook his head and stepped outside, closing the door softly behind him. Jones just sat in the chair to Martin's left and groaned, leaning back in it and closing his eyes in an attempt to block out everything. "And you thought," Martin spoke slowly through clenched teeth, "Coming here would be a good idea?"

Hellboy kicked his feet up on the small table pushed against the corner of the room and smirked, clicking through several more channels. "Yup." he said, popping the p. "You needed my protection, Marty-Boy, I wanted to make sure you stayed safe from all the oogly booglies out there trying to get'cha." He chuckled at his own joke, stopping on a show about talking cats in the 1920s.

Jones whimpered, "Oh man the Professor's gonna kill us. Not to mention what Director Manning will do."

"Nah, don't worry about Father. He wont know about this. And Manning can stuff it for all I care." Hellboy growled, leaning his right stone hand across his chest. The cats were now starting a fire in a barn, screaming poetry in a maniacal tone.

Marcos knocked on the door twice before opening it and leaning in quickly, "Cheese it Red, a girl's coming to see Marty."

Martin sat up straighter in his bed, "Eevie?" he asked, panicked.

Hellboy slammed his feet on the floor in excitement, "Eevie?" His tail began twitching and a grin slowly formed on his face. "Hey!" he snapped when Jones began pushing him towards the bathroom.

"Hide you big lummox! Don't let your movie star crush ruin your good judgement!" Jones was desperate, and he felt himself panting as he closed the door behind Red who knocked once, and forcefully, against the door causing Jones to jump and knock back in annoyance. He leaned against the bathroom door for good measure, smiling crookedly when Eevie slammed the door to the room open. Jones' leg was bouncing nervously and he kept glancing behind him.

Eevie nearly catapulted herself at Martin, trying to watch for his bad arm, but hugging him in a death grip. "Martin you have no idea how worried I was! They wouldn't let me see you 'cause we weren't related; you need to change your name to Quinn so I can say you're my brother in case anything like this happens again." Martin chuckled, patting and rubbing her back with his good hand. Eevie sat up abruptly, startling Martin, and pinned him in with one hand on either side of him, "And this will never happen again. Tell me what the hell happened back there Bean? That guy tried to kill you, I saw it!" In more ways than one. "If I hadn't moved you, you'd be dead!"

Martin sighed and smiled shyly up at his old friend, cupping her face with his good hand gently and rubbing her cheek in slow circles with his thumb. "I know. It's a long story, one that would take longer to explain than you'd probably have the attention span for." Eevie gave him a pointed look, eliciting a chuckle from the stabbed man. She flicked his forehead, "Hey!" he managed between laughs.

"Try me, String Bean, before I decide to smack that smirk off your face." She wouldn't let this go, especially not after the extra visit that the albino freak made to her. She wanted to know everything from bottom to top, and she felt herself wearing thin under the stress of the threat as well as Martin's injuries. She knew sleep wouldn't be coming easy anytime soon. Her gaze softened as she ran her hand up and down his uninjured left arm, "I want to make sure you're safe Martin."

He nodded slowly, reaching up and taking her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "I know, Eevie, and I you. Which is why now may not be the best time to explain everything." Eevie puffed up her cheeks in annoyance, making Martin grin at her childish antics. Suddenly there was a loud bump and Eevie snapped her gaze to Jones who was scrambling to his feet against the bathroom door, smiling nervously.

"Hi there, Miss Quinn!" He coughed, smacking the door behind him once before straightening his tie. "So nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot about you from Martin here." His smile was nervous and his eyes kept flickering from Eevie to Martin to the door he was leaning against. Eevie raised an eyebrow at this strange man, sliding from Martin's bed to stand at his right side, glancing from Martin to the jittery man in front of the bathroom door.

She shrugged, "Nice to meet you, too, I suppose. I don't think Martin's mentioned you before." She looked over at the exasperated archeologist and pointed her thumb at Jones, "Is this your way of telling me you're gay and this guy's your lover?" Martin's face flashed red and the twitchy man protested with a loud, "What?"

"No, no!" Martin countered quickly, covering his face with his left hand in shame, while Eevie stood there grinning and rocking back on her heels. "This is Alexander Jones. I'm doing some research for his company. Him and his associate, the man outside, Ben Marcos, are here to wish me well in my recovery."

"Marty and us go way back!" Jones nodded, loosening his tie a bit before glancing at the bathroom door again.

Eevie noticed this and raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, crossing her arms suspiciously over her chest. "You gotta use the can there, or are you waiting in line and there's a third guy here I don't know about who'll just pop up once the toilet flushes?"

At her comment the toilet went off, causing Jones to jump. His eyes widened, almost comically, and his mouth gaped opened and closed like a fish as he struggled for words. Eevie turned to look at Martin, relocating her hands to her hips and tapping her foot for an explanation. He began stuttering, waving his left hand over towards the bathroom in a dismissing motion, but no actual words came out. Jones, too, tried to form a coherent sentence, but there was no coordination and no following the two men as they tried to piece together something for Eevie. So, they just stopped talking and sat still, listening as the sink turned on and someone begin to whistle.

"Well, nice little goofy gang you got here Bean. You the ring leader to this madness or will there be a clown car that starts pouring out midgets dressed in colorful tutus to explain the situation to me?" She blew a wayward curl out of her face and fell into the chair behind her, crossing her legs and waiting for any sense to be made. Martin sighed, taking off his glasses and pinching his nose in annoyance, his face was an odd combination of pale and red, most likely from embarrassment at the current predicament.

"Well, there are these... pillars." Martin began with a heavy sigh.

"Indeed, the ones you stole." Everyone snapped their heads around just in time to watch Pietro chuck the guy, Marcos, who was watching the door straight at Jones, causing the two to crumble to the floor in a heap around the bathroom door. Eevie jumped up with a gasp, but was quickly silenced when the white-haired man slapped a hand over her mouth and flipped her around so that her back was pressed firmly to his chest. He took his hand away from her mouth and gripped her throat tightly, squeezing ever so slightly in a warning. He wrapped his other arm around her middle and smiled over her head to Martin who sat rigidly in the hospital bed, clenching the sheets angrily in his left hand. "Now, now, Mr. Laurence. Looks like my little Bluebird here didn't get around to giving you the message I asked her to."

Martin's gaze flickered to Eevie's face, who looked down. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the sheets, shaking his head once. Pietro chuckled, shaking Eevie as she tried to escape from his grasp. He tightened his hold on her throat once more and she stilled instantly. "What a shame, it's always nicer to hear bad news when it comes from such a," Pietro paused, grinning at Eevie and pulling her backside flush against him, causing her to let out a strangled gasp, "beautiful creature."

"Pietro." Martin growled in warning.

"I suppose I will have to suffice. Bring us what we want, Mr. Laurence, and you're darling little bird here wont die. Refuse and I snap her neck." Eevie's gaze shifted to Martin, fear evident in her desperate blue eyes. Martin swallowed, releasing his death grip on the sheets.

Martin opened his mouth to speak when the cocking of guns sounded. Jones had gotten to his feet while Marcos still struggled to stand, using the wall as a support, but his gun was shakily pointing towards the albino brute. Pietro just smirked, shifting slightly so that Eevie's body blocked his path. Jones' hard gaze faltered when he met Eevie's eyes. "If you want to shoot me, gentlemen, then I expect you should be prepared to kill Miss Quinn as well."

"No! You can't kill her, Pietro. You-you need her." Martin's voice shook as he stared down at the hospital bed.

Pietro looked sideways at the slumped over Martin; he appeared defeated and resigned. Pietro scoffed, "And why, pray tell, would I need this pathetic girl?"

"She's the psychic you seek. The one who can open the gate." His voice was weak as he spoke. He knew that this was the only way to keep the crazed vampire from killing Eevie, but he also knew Pietro would try and take her. This isn't how he wanted things to go, but now he hoped, that since Hellboy was here, he'd stir up enough trouble and they'd be able to take Eevie to the Bureau to keep her safe.

Pietro eyed Eevie with renewed interest. "Well, in that case, looks like I need you alive, Bluebird." Eevie let out a strangled cry of indignation and gripped Pietro's wrist tightly, digging her nails into his skin. He just chuckled low in his throat, an ominous sound that sent a shiver of fear trembling down Eevie's spine. "Good day gentlemen. And Mr. Laurence," He looked over at Martin who was gazing up at him with furious eyes, "do get well soon." Cackling, Pietro backed out of the room, taking a struggling Eevie who was desperately shouting Martin's name.

Jones began shooting while Marcos spoke evenly into his communicator, "Code red, code red. Suspect has taken hostage. We need backup, repeat, we need backup. As many units as possible to Mount Sinai Hospital on Gustave." Suddenly Marcos was pushed aside when Hellboy slammed open the bathroom door. Jones, startled, stopped shooting to look at Hellboy who had Samaritan at the ready, cocking it.

He had a huge grin as he puffed on his stogie. "Someone call a code Red, gentleman?"

Eevie ground her feet against the floor, Pietro and herself passing deserted nurse stations and abandoned rooms. There were several other men like Pietro running back and forth: razor teeth, dressed to the nines. Eevie pulled against him, but he swung her back around into his arms, growling. "You lowly little wench, do as I say or I will brake your legs! I may need you alive, but I can still hurt you!" He screamed, tightening his grip on her wrists to a painful level.

Eevie cried out, wincing, but growled right back, "I'm not helping you, you stupid albino dick!" Pietro's eyes flashed red as he hissed loudly in her face, startling her enough to where he gripped her waist and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey caveman, I am not some bitch you can fling around! Go to the corner if you want someone to play kinky with!" She pounded against his back, kicking her legs against his chest.

"Such supple thighs," Pietro purred, smirking darkly at Eevie as he let his hand stroke the smooth pale skin of her legs. Eevie stopped struggling and sucked in a deep breath, "I wonder what they taste like?" Eevie looked behind her as best she could and saw Pietro with a predatory smile, letting all of his pointed teeth gleam in the light.

"Pervert." She hissed in a shaky voice, halting all her struggles.

"Couldn't agree more, sweets." At the sound of the deep baritone voice, Pietro whirled around and eyed the owner, but Eevie's view was blocked by Pietro's backside. She grunted against the pain of the movement and of Pietro's bony shoulder digging into her gut.

"Bathroom guy?" She wheezed, wincing in discomfort.

"Yup, that's me. Bathroom guy." She could hear the joking inflection in his deep voice, and she couldn't help but smile and let out a breathy laugh. She pushed against Pietro's back in an attempt to relieve some of the pressures on her stomach, but she slumped down when he adjusted her position by bouncing her. She grunted as her head fell against the albino's hard shoulder.

"Well, my knight in shining toilet paper, think you can get this guy to put me down? I would be ever so grateful." She hissed through clenched teeth.

"Shut up, wench." Pietro hissed, digging his nails into her leg. Eevie yelped at the added pain, buttoning her lip.

"Hey now, slick, that ain't no way to talk to a lady. Specially one as pretty as her." Hellboy grinned, clicking his lighter and reigniting the flame of his cigar. He took a few puffs and returned the silver tool back into his pocket.

Pietro sneered at the large demon, pointing a long finger at him in warning. "Stay out of my way, demon, and I promise I wont slit your throat." Hellboy gave out a barked laugh at his insult, rolling his neck back and forth a few times before squaring his shoulders. "You think this a game?" Pietro hissed, tilting his head slightly in disbelief at the giant red ape.

"Nah, more of a sport really." He jerked his head back once to motion behind him. Pietro finally took notice of his three men pinned to the wall with the metal legs of chairs. One was presumably dead, seeing as Hellboy had caught him through the center of his chest, but the other two were pinned at their shoulders or stomach, hissing low in their throats.

Pietro scowled, tossing Eevie off to the side where she rolled on the ground several times before banging against the abandoned nurses station. She yelped when she hit her back against the desk and slumped onto her stomach, groaning in pain. Hellboy glared at the vampire cracking his neck in anticipation, "Hey, you okay, sweets?" He called out to Eevie, not taking his eyes off the white-haired prick as they began circling one another.

Eevie coughed and steadied herself up onto her arms and legs, arching her back to try and get some of the kinks out of it. "Just peachy." she moaned, rubbing her head, "Kick his albino ass, Bathroom Guy."

Pietro crouched lowly, baring his fangs with a deep rumbling hiss. Hellboy smirked, unholstering Samaritan and taking off the safety. "You got it."

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A/N: Oh man, things getting real up in hurr. Would you look at that, two chapters within a course of a day! Making real progress there Remix, proud of ya (why thank you self). Y'all wont be able to see it, but I updated the first chapter last night at around three am, so's this one may be newer, but I wrote one chapter right after the other, and I will continue to do so until I can get this story flowing once more. Thank ya, chick-a-dees, for your love (to those who are still reading) and for the new comers to this story: I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Tell me what you think; any questions, comments, concerns, will be accepted, as well as ranting on how I am an awful updater. I take your criticism with open arms, as I know I am a douche face.

Thank you once again kiddos, for sticking through with me. Y'all are the marshmallows in my cat-food lucky charms of a day. c:

Parting is such sweet sorrow, so let me say good day until the next update!

Quoth the Raven, bitches; peace out Willy Shakes.

Lovelovelove,

Remix