Pulling my jacket over my white- now yellow stained shirt, I huffed quietly, listening to my boss clean up the kitchen and flip the switch for the open to closed sign. I pushed the door open and wrapped my scarf around my neck, reveling in the warmth that burst from the contained area. There was a flurry of snow that pelted my face when I emerged from the dinner. Causing my hand to come up and try and block the snowflakes from my eyes.
I drew a quick breath and began trudging through the rapidly growing snow that was beginning to build up. It was rather peaceful, compared to the bustling city with its rapidly growing cars and such. Although this was the edge of college town, there wasn't much traffic over here late at night. Mainly this area turned into a residential district, no party goers came here unless there were several kegs at a party at someone's house.
But all too quickly, my mutterings and peaceful thoughts were crashed against by a car pulling up to me by the sidewalk as I was nearing the steps to my building. It was a sleek black car, one not seen very often in this side of town. Obviously, since it was not normal, I was nervous. Maybe it was undercover cops coming to stake out 106's drugs in the room a couple doors down from me? Perhaps the elderly woman finally died? Her family coming to collect her meager belongings of pearls and a pissy tabby cat.
That was not the case though. They got of the car quickly and walked to me at a fast pace.
"Hanna Hucke." I opened my mouth to speak, yet they gave me no time. "We need to detain you for questioning that pertains to you at Reynolds grocery."
I froze up, my breath visible in the quick puffs of white. I thought… that maybe I would be able to get out with no one noticing me?
They went to grab my arms in a calm fashion, and I bent down quickly and threw snow at their faces, making them splutter in surprise since they lowered themselves to catch my so called dodge and run. I opened my door and slammed it behind me, hearing a snap and a grunt of pain. I cringed and stumbled to lock the door, my mind racing and great breaths falling out of my mouth. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. Pounding erupted through the glass and I began climbing, stumbling up my stairs.
106 peered out of her door, smoking a joint with glazed eyes, she looked at me curiously for a moment, before she heard glass break. Her eyes went wide and her bleach blonde hair whipped behind her as she slammed her door shut. Their footsteps were hurried and I quickly unlocked my door and darted in. Scaring the shit out of a sleeping Roy whose hackles rose at my loud entrance. I darted next to the window, looking down in the street to see if there was anyone coming in, shoulders hit my door, pounding. Roy was pacing with frightened eyes, reflecting my own that made me press myself against the wall.
I need to stop this, this is too much, too scary!
My mind belted childish thoughts, as I scrambled to pick up my scarf and fasten it around myself. True, what I was about to do was stupid and reckless, but I was reckless and stupid right now. Of course, putting something poisonous in the air was an accident every time it happened, didn't mean that I could try and make it shift through the air.
Roy was hissing as the door finally was thrown open, her body lying flat on one spot in my bed. I raised my hands and tried to keep calm. I flicked that area in my brain on and waited for a tense moment before they were about to reach me. It wasn't working! Why isn't it working?!
I stumbled to the side, my legs kicking up as I was tacked to the floor. A ragged yell flew from my mouth, and the next moment my air was being pushed out with a forearm that was pinning my stomach down. I twisted and yelled. My ears faintly picked up the slamming of a door, and 106 running down the hallway with dark circles under her eyes, she glanced at my open door for a moment before sprinting on.
My breath was harsh as I tried to drag air through my scarf, and regrettably to my lungs, unable to do so. With starved breaths, I threw myself forward, scrambling onto my bed, only to be tacked again. My face shoved into my bedding that smelled of home. Roy was hissing, her body scrambling to climb up top of my fridge. Her hissing echoing through the room.
I couldn't breathe, I controlled gasses and oxygen; and I couldn't breathe.
In the back ground, as I felt my breath be constricted even more, I heard a somewhat light voice considering the bulk these guys seemed to carry. Perhaps it was their jackets…
"Target acquired, detainment at base is imminent."
Blackness, it was a heavy and it didn't lift for what seemed to be many hours. I was simply left to drift, sleep my only option. I was expecting to wake up at a hospital or something, a bed at the very least. I awoke to my shoulders aching, my hands raw and hurting from being hand cuffed to the chair with opposite cuffs. I moved quickly, and was rewarded with grogginess and pain. My vision was blurred and I fought madly to regain the normal tilt of my vision.
I found my gaze locked onto the man with a notepad and a phone. He had his hands clasped together, holding his chin up. I blinked at him for a few moments, confused. I moved my head around, glancing at the white walls of the interview room. There was a line of black that was on both sides of the room, identical next to each other. My guess is that it's one of those see through black glass things that you always see people behind during a crime part in a movie.
I pulled a bit on the cuffs and received pain to slice up my shoulders at their awkward position.
"Now, at what time did you arrive at the Grocery store?"
I blinked, confused. "Wait...what?"
"I don't like to repeat myself. What time did you arrive?"
I blinked in confusion, simply mind boggled that he immediately asked questions and didn't allow any to be asked when he brought someone against their will here. I was simply mind boggled. That was the only way to say it, I already said that, but it was truly what I felt right now. My brain was so muddled, and words were simply merging together. Yet they made sense at the same time.
"Ms. Hucke, it would be in your best interests to answer my questions."
"I… what?!" I blinked, my eyelids lowering and pulling up with slow motions that a person would do with a curtain when bored.
"I will say this again. I do not like to repeat myself. At what time did you enter the grocery store?"
I opened my mouth, flailing like a fish. "Eight?"
My senses for gases was highly limited, I couldn't feel the carbon dioxide coming out of our mouths, and that was the easiest for me to detect. Frankly, I was scared, I'd never been knocked out or fainted before. Was this what happened to me when I lost my sense of mind, I'd lose my senses of gasses?
Faintly, I could feel my breathing begin to rasp, creating an irregular path to my lungs. I wanted my senses back, and I wanted them now. This wasn't normal, at one point in my life, it was. Now, I couldn't bear living without it, no matter how much I didn't care about them at time, I really just wanted them back.
"Ms. Hucke." A stern voice went over the table, his hand tapping a pencil with an intact eraser at the top. "Your panic attack is not needed nor is it acceptable at this time. I assure you that you are perfectly fine and nothing will harm you."
One moment, his voice was commanding, the next it was calming, despite becoming stern. My voice was still coming out ragged, yet I could hear better than before. There was no longer a ringing in my ear, pressuring my body to shut down.
"Where am I?" I spoke softly, confusion dawning me as my breath quieted down, yet I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the straining muscles in my arms.
"Currently, you are in a questioning room in a government facility."
Slowly, I could feel the carbon dioxide emitting from his mouth, and my body tingled in happiness at the thought of regaining senses. Reveling in the thought that it wasn't gone for good.
"Then why…" I glanced at his jacket that held an emblem with a fist. "Do you have a strange emblem on your jacket? Shouldn't it say FBI or something?"
"Your observation skills are humoring." He let out a dry chuckle that held no mirth at all, it was a practiced skill that he seemed to perfect only slightly. "And what is even more interesting is that you believe you are suspected by the FBI." He leaned backwards and grinned at my mistake in wording.
I spluttered nervously then, twitching my fingers where I could get the feeling back in my hands, tingling moving up my arms to my shoulders. I was darting my eyes left and right, trying to level my situation back to my comfort zone. I was fine for a few moments when my senses came back. Now I was revealed to be given reason to being under suspicion.
"I don't know… why don't you tell me?" I muttered, moving my eyes to my lap, wishing for my long hair when I was seventeen.
He furrowed his brows and licked his lips. Crossing his arms. "You stopped a man who threatened to shoot you, without touching him." He paused, leaning forward and getting his notepad ready. "Let me lay it out for you. I work for people who look into this stuff, strange things. You did something strange, something that those present cannot explain. It was as if you cut off his air supply out of thin air."
He stopped at the last words when I started.
"Is that it? Something with air? Invisible hands? Perhaps something to do with a ghoul, do you have a friend?"
I shook my head at the rest, and sighed loudly. My brain startled at all the subjects he brought quickly up. My fingers wiggled again to regain feeling. "If I told you…" He sat up straighter, pencil poised. "What would happen to me? My voice was meek, my head titled and hoping for an escape. I couldn't just strangle him of air, I was in an enclosed room. Most likely surrounded by many people behind mirrors.
"Depends on how it could affect society."
"Can... I go home?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
Softly I sighed, my wrists twitching in the need to move. My eyes looked up, and I felt as if my chest was compressing. I've never told anyone what I could do. The only person really was Roy, and she didn't see it as often as she should have. Being a cat.
"I…I don't know how to say it, I've never told anyone before."
He raised a brow at me not telling anyone. But he did relax a little, waving his hand. "What can you do, details can come later."
I twitched my hands, feeling a sting begin to run up my nerves. It was as if my arms were numb to everything. It was starting to bother me, yet when I squirmed and the man watched, it was obvious I was not to be removed from them.
"I can…" I moved my head around the air in a circular motion. "Sense things in the air."
He simply stared at me, no gaping mouth as I would expect for a person who would just find out my secret. I expected disbelief, frantic running. Yet he stayed quiet and wrote down things religiously. Obviously, he was used to weird things.
"An example is the carbon dioxide coming from our mouths… er.." I bit my lips thinking, I couldn't really remember things at the snap of a hand to tell him. I opened my mouth, then closed it, thinking.
"Can this sense go through walls? Can you tell me how many people there are on the other side of these walls?" He was gleeful suddenly, and I wanted to shrink back. Stop it! Stop changing your emotions, I think he's trying some kind of physiology thing on me.
I blinked at him and looked at the wall. Sure, if I thought about it, air was in everything. I blinked again, and curiously tilted my head. I moved my hands yet again, I could feel a faint release of carbon dioxide coming from two spots in the wall. But it was faint and it took me over ten minutes of the man sighing. I could faintly remember his name, but not that well.
"Two?"
"Correct. Now.. how did you stop the man in the grocery store?"
Biting the inside of my cheek, I tilted my head. "I took the air away from the bullet and pushed it away from me with air being pushed towards it."
He waved his hand.
"And I sorta… removed the air around his mouth and nose…" I tilted my head forward and looked at my lap again, shivering at the stare that was burning into me. The room was quiet, and I silently yearned for small talk. I focused on the carbon dioxide floating from his mouth. I could feel things, it's really hard to explain. But the closest I've come to explaining it is that it's feeling the air that inflates your lung, and feeling it push out. It feels like that. But the experience is greater than that, and honestly, I feel as if I need this sense to survive. Like water and food. I just need it.
I loud buzz emitted in the room, causing me to jump, my eyes searching frantically. The door opened from behind the man and he was a balding man. A sort of unwary expression on his face. The man in front of me became silent and emotionless in one sweep.
"Hanna Hucke." The man spoke. "I am Thomas Manning, and I'm here to offer a business proposition."
He held his hand over the table to where I was, my eyes staring at it in disgust.
"Oh, of course. You're cuffed."
Fury erupted in the room, the air becoming tenser with every angry breath I took. Seemingly unnoticed from the man who began talking.
Abe watched with interest with Professor Bruttenholm watching with curiosity next to him. Abe's eyes swiveled around to watch her as she spoke, her hands twitching with lack of movement, and the shaky breaths she took when a panic attack grasped her mind in its sweaty hands.
"Do you think she'll accept?" Abe asked with a slight tilt of his head towards Bruttenholm.
"They wouldn't allow it." He spoke softly, watching the woman's eyes widen at the proposition given to her by Agent Manning.
Abe nodded and walked towards a table in the back towards a manila folder with various information about the woman named Hanna in the room separated only by a wall. He leaned over the wood and flipped through the papers with rapt attention.
Hanna Hucke
Age: 24
Mother: Retired Marine, Father: Journalist at Breach Printing.
Reported missing at the age of seventeen. Was not found by family members. Lived in Apartment building for over seven years with a waitress job across the street. No friends or family. No blips on record.
B.R.P.D interest, surveillance issued after an incident at Reynolds Grocery.
Taken under custody a day after surveillance issued.
Status: Suspected Extremely Dangerous.
Note: Must be held under custody until abilities are under control and or willingly joins the B.R.P.D. Will be taken as an agent and issued to perform duties towards the organization.
-Thomas Manning
The bland writing of the note was none other than Thomas Manning's handwriting.
Abe cooed under his breath with sympathy. "They're holding her." He uttered quietly in the direction of Bruttenholm.
"I know."
Hanna lifted her head then from her gaze upon her lap, sensing a strange taste in the air. Her eyes wide and her head tilted in curiousity.
Hey! Thanks for all the follows and such! Honestly, when I looked up Fanfiction for Hellboy, I was very surprised when I didn't find much. Everyone I know talked about Hellboy, watched, and are of course waiting anxiously for a third movie and such. The quality isn't that great, lots of sues from my readings, although I found a nice one the other day. And another that wasn't finished.
Well, anyhoo. Schools been dragging me down, I want to get into a good college, so I'm trying to bring my grades up. Don't know how I'll pass math in college though, that crap is hard.
That's about it! Feel free to put how your days and such are in reviews if you feel like leaving one, or how happy and such, or anything that you feel that might need editing in the story.
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