Chapter2- Myers secrets

Myers hated his life sometimes. Day in and day out coming in dead on for 8am, which consists of him either living at the base or getting up at 6 to get ready and nearly be late every morning on his way in. He preferred to have some life outside his work and opted to stay in his small but cozy apartment that smelled of cats due to the last owner. Some cats still came round his door for food even when the lady had moved to a retirement home, but he still left some scraps out of food he hadn't finished eating as he stumbled out his door every morning. There was the same repetitive hello's to people he crossed, mostly the drunk man from 2 doors down from him who was always in the hallway, no doubt kicked out the apartment by his other half for being drunk. Myers didn't really care. He didn't care really about the times and the repetitiveness. What he did care about were the people he worked for and getting into work on time to see wonders, and horrors he could never have imagined.

After the business with Hellboy and being threatened he would to be shipped off to Antarctica he quickly put in a transfer to another base of operation. One that would take him away from an overbearing red demon who made it his job to make Myers job hell for as long as he was forced to look after Hellboy. Myers didn't blame him, but on principle he still felt angry at having to flee. That's what his life felt like from that moment on, struggling to an unknown destination he's not too sure he wants to be.

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.

Knowing things tends not to go over well when you cant prove or back them up. So silence is his best option. Abe's first puzzled glance at him when they first met was the same as his curious stare after Myers whenever he came or went from a room. A stare that followed Myers like he'd done something wrong, and for a while Myers smiled and politely ignored it, and no one suspected.

It was Myers fault really, when he was confronted by Hellboy about Liz and something slipped out that he really shouldn't have said, let alone knew.

There's a reason behind Liz's cross she always wears. No one seems to guess it but Myers who conveniently had to open his big mouth at the precise moment he really shouldn't have.

Myers had been setting up Hellboy's meals as per usual, not looking at the trays staked with chilli sauce dishes, pork chops and other unmentionables. He preferred to keep his breakfast in his stomach as he knew Hellboy put ALL the food away within an hour, and John just didn't want to think about it.

After stacking the trays he would wander round, trying to neaten things up for Hellboy's tails to come and knock it down. His normal "has a mind of its own" had stopped working on John 2 days into babysitting the demon. So taking it in his stride and NOT cleaning the new mess, he'd move on, fixing, checking things worked, and taking abuse randomly off Hellboy...all in a day's work.

Liz had perched herself on a huge chair that looked so comfy John's back ached for him to rest in it. Liz looked relaxed, almost asleep, and Hellboy just didn't know when to leave something alone. They'd been arguing, over which john didn't want to know. So he kept his head down and ignored the glare Hellboy was shooting at him and then over to Liz. Not particularly her but her new necklace. After the last near end of the world that was narrowly missed Liz had suddenly showed up with it.

A cross, of all things. John didn't understand it. And so it went unmentioned. But being in the same room as Hellboy as he basically breathed his detest at him made john want to get over his chores quick and leave the two to argue it out as they usually do. While Liz slept, Hellboy openly glared. It was going to be a long day, and so it went for the rest of the afternoon, Hellboy creating problems that required John specifically to clean up.

It got to the point where he could feel a throbbing vein in his head, the thumping making him want to pummel Hellboy, but he reined it in, since he knew breaking his hands wouldn't spare him from doing his work tomorrow. He knew where Liz had got the necklace and he KNEW Hellboy wouldn't like it, since he's protective and so on, but maybe he would let the person live since he was a close friend of his. Maybe. John didn't hold much thought to how it would tip, but it would most likely always come back on him.

The glare was directed right at his back, and the sensation people say when they can feel someone looking at you he felt his back would burst into flames. Sighing he turned to the demon, only he sort of wished he hadn't. That hot piercing stare of almost hate was enough to make him want to paddle out the door.

"Hellboy...is there something wrong-"ok his voice did not pause or break off, he wouldn't ever live it down if it did...

"Where'd Liz get that necklace squirt..." Even said in such a light way it held too much emotion on its tail so john diverted his eyes away from Hellboy's glare and turned to wipe the table down a 4th time to clean. "erm... not too sure wh-" Something twitched in Hellboy's face, just under his eye. John didn't like the heat of the room...it felt like hell.

"H-ave you asked her?" ok a small croaked voice can be forgivable at the moment. He wouldn't be tormented by the other agents later for it if they saw the video footage. They'd probably give him an award for lasting as long as he did without flying out the room and through the door to escape.

"Nah thought I'd ask you...So, any guesses why my girlfriend and love of my life is wearing a necklace 'I' never gave her..." He's using a slightly deadpan tone, and john hates his life a little more with how unnerving it makes him.

Glancing at Liz in her chair sleeping through this, john felt he could answer, flee for his life and have his bag packed in 4 minutes if he runs his fastest. His transfer papers are in the mail, sending them to a bases location he isn't too sure of. Stealing a deep breath filled with heat and tension, john makes sure to look Hellboy in the eyes when he said "from Abe".

To say Hellboy didn't believe him and overreacted was an understatement. So john did the honourable thing and ran out the room like a man with...well a demon at his heels. He was smaller and flittered through the groups of agents towards Abe's room, away from the startled shouts of agents being barrelled over and pushed out the way as Hellboy tried to make a path for himself in his angry chase.

Slipping in and not really out of breath john felt a small jolt as Abe floated in his tank per usual, but the stare was back. Dropping his head as to dodge it, john moved further in the room, waiting for the inevitable bang of the door which coincidently was 4 seconds after he'd entered.

Backing up near the far book shelf but still near Abe with some obstacles in the way john turned to Abe, "Abe, tell him will you about Liz's necklace, please".

Abe's head tilted a touch as he peered at john, seeing into him no doubt but he felt nothing running around inside his head. Abe was graceful in entering minds as he was in the water.

"Yes Red, that necklace was a gift for her...does she not like it?" Abe could pull off innocence when he wanted, and he played it to its full. Everyone fell for it, even Hellboy, even john...

He dropped out of sight for a second and then reappeared around a side column that john was sure came out the wall. Hellboy remained silent for a few short seconds, then replying to Abe with a mere grunt of acknowledgement and left the room, not looking at Myers as if he'd already forgotten about him. John didn't know if he should feel relieved by the dismissal or annoyed.

When he glanced at Abe there was a slight head tilt off him, showing Abe's interest in the matter. Trying for a hasty retreat he gave Abe a polite and nervous smile and made to vacate the room.

"John, may I talk to you a moment if you will" inwardly he knew it was asking for awkwardness if he ignored Abe and continued on like he had not heard him, but he liked Abe, liked him like a close friend, sort of.

Turning around and covering his slightly nervous expression with another smile john ventured back closer to Abe, coming within 10 feet of him to ensure he had his attention while still hopefully putting across he had to be elsewhere. He had a job to do after all. One that would pull him away from these awkward situations and blend in with the masses of agents who are ordinary and mere background faces.

Flourishing his hand to emphasise his point, Abe made his way over, "The topic of the necklace...how did you guess it was me that gave Liz it. I'd been meaning to...inform red of its meaning before his overactive mind could jump to the wrong conclusion but I feel my neglect has caused you some trouble". He stopped then, his hand half hovered in mid air towards john, waiting for his answer. John felt like his mind was on melt down and frozen in madness at the silence that followed. He didn't want to tell Abe, didn't want to be like that-thought of like that. There was nothing wrong with Abe, or Liz or on occasion Hellboy, but for him who looked so completely non supernatural, he couldn't admit to that. It felt wrong.

Flicking his eyes up to Abe, and trying with all his might to pull the shocked expression off of his face, he tried for an innocent smile, a shrug for added effect and, "Lucky guess..." Abe's hand lowered slowly as his eye blinked rapidly, dissecting the answer without outwardly giving any indications on how he felt. He didn't look convinced. John made a hasty retreat with the best excuse his job could offer, "I've got work to do, I'll see you later". He still didn't get round to seeing any of the others for the rest of the day. Or days that followed...