So I'm back guys with another chapter of Monster You Made Me! I'm so glad you guys are interested in the story, and that you like it. So happy belated Valentines Day your gift is a new chapter! I'd love to hear from you guys about what you like and think about the chapters!

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Chapter 4: The Simple Job

Amelia walked into Hellboy's room pulling the cart with her. She could see he was still asleep, and ventured over to a mirror near the back looking at her now healing bruises. They were starting to yellow around the edges, but she could still see subtle fingerprints in her skin. She hadn't bother to try covering them up just choosing to ignore them. It was hard for her to eat or anything that required the movement of the muscles on the left side of her face. One of the many cats meowed up at her rubbing itself on her leg it's large blue eyes meeting hers. She looked back at Hellboy who was still sleeping only taking the feline into her arms once she knew he was still asleep.

"If all of you weren't so cute I wouldn't feel the need to take a break just to pet you."

She walked back over to her cart being as quiet as possible as she put his breakfast down the cat cradled in her other arm with a content purr. The cat let out a loud meow making Amelia jump in surprise. "Quiet kitty or you'll wake your daddy." The cat meowed again as if trying to talk to her. She looked around the room spotting the array of empty bowls on the floor, and figured the creature was hungry. She shrugged finding no harm in feeding the cats while their owner was asleep, and found a bag of food scooping a cup full into all the bowls making every cat wander out of its hiding spot. They all began to let out hungry yowls making her panic the slightest bit only calming when the sound of tiny jaws crunching food replaced them. She was going to walk back out to retrieve the rest of Hellboy's food when the very same cat who started it all was once again rubbing against her leg and pawing at her shoes.

She stopped to pick it up chuckling quietly as it began to paw at her lips. It meowed making her shake her head with a smile. "What is it kitty? I put the food down so now what?" Amelia jumped when she heard Hellboy's voice come from over on the bed.

"That's Trixie, she won't eat unless you mix the dry food with the wet. Spoiled princess." Amelia regained her composure nodding to Hellboy before giving Trixie a scratch under her chin.

"Oh, well I can feed her when I get back with the rest of your food since you're up now." He lifted himself from his bed moving to sit on the edge of it his tail twitching behind him.

"Didn't really have much choice with the noise and all."

Amelia ignored the jab simply letting the cat down before walking back out to retrieve his breakfast, and coming back. She put the remainder of his breakfast down before dusting herself off watching as he lifted a weight in one arm with a cigar already between his teeth.

"Did you need anything else Hellboy?" He looked at her doing a few more curls before letting the heavy dumbbell drop to the ground.

"You know I like this new you even less than the old one. At least the old Pip was fun to talk to." She made a slight face ignoring the comment, and moving to feed Trixie before asking again.

"Did you need anything else Hellboy?" He let out a puff of smoke looking at her a little longer before looking away.

"No."

It was a few hours later that the alarms rang, and she was in the passenger seat of the garbage truck on her way to another scene. She promised herself that she wouldn't embarrass herself this time around to keep up with her new outlook on her work. She wouldn't be dead weight on this mission, and she would be on an equal plane with the other agents. This job was simple, and she wasn't going to have anymore mess ups. They arrived at the scene in no time, and she jumped out of the truck falling into line with the other agents wheeling out Hellboy's arsenal. Amelia was next to Abe the second she was done, and walked with him as he went about sensing what they were dealing with.

"Is it the same things we've been dealing with recently?" Abe waved his hand slowly in the air, and shook his head to answer Amelia's question.

"No, it's something different. Something that can change form, and it seems to be in a very bad mood today." She nodded crossing her arms, and standing with Abe as Hellboy went on his way to dealing with whatever was causing the trouble. It took nearly twenty to thirty minutes for something to happen to make Amelia jump into action.

"That thing is heading outside toward you guys so look alive!" She heard Hellboy's voice in her ear and pulled out her gun her hands shaking as she ran toward the noise. She froze as she saw a figure running in her direction that looked utterly human. She lifted her gun aiming directly at the figure but found that she couldn't pull the trigger. Whatever it was looked human, and although it also looked rabid she couldn't bring herself to kill it. Her worst nightmare was in her face, and she couldn't gather up the strength to face it.

She heard a shot ring out, and the figure fell to the ground twitching slightly. She saw Hellboy in the distance with the Samaritan pointed and smoking. Her hands were shaking even more now, and she slightly registered that there was blood on her face. Hellboy walked up to her with a stern stare narrowing his eyes as he saw that she wasn't moving. He was next to her when he finally said something to her.

"What the hell Pipsqueak? You were almost shifter chow, and you just stood there!" She blinked, and she could see her hands shaking more than they had in the past. She shook her head starting to breath heavy.

"I can't. It looked like a person. It was a person, and I couldn't."

He looked at her in confusion, and pushed her gun down slowly taking it out of her hands.

"You don't look so good. You okay Pip?" She shook her head wiping at her face franticly trying to get the blood off of her.

"There's blood, why is there so much blood? Why isn't it coming off?" Hellboy looked around grabbing at her shoulder, and leading her back to the group.

"Pip you're alright come on. Let's get you back to the truck." He sat her in the back of the truck before going to tell the other agents where the body of the monster was, and starting the clean up.

The ride back was quiet, and it was Abe who inquired about her second incident with her gun.

"Amelia, are you alright? You seem to have had an anxiety attack." She looked up at him shaking her head pushing at her hair.

"I can't-I can't shoot. It's why they took me off the force. After the incident I couldn't even look at a gun without freaking out." Abe looked at her intently listening to her even though he already knew most of what she was about to tell. Hellboy looked at her from his seat as well paying close attention after Abe asked her what had happened to damage her so.

"What happened? What left you unable to use a weapon?"

Amelia pulled at her uniform shirt collar trying to loosen it. She looked at her partner in the driver's seat of the cruiser.

"This is the place. Shall we take a look then?" Her partner nodded both of them getting out of the car, and walking up to the door of the house. Amelia knocked lightly on the door looking near the windows to see if she could see anything. "Police Department open up." The two heard a scream from the inside, and her partner reacted quickly kicking the door open so the two could rush inside. Her gun was drawn, and she signaled her partner to check the area opposite her.

"Clear." She nodded checking in a room seeing nothing and moving on.

"Clear here too." She walked up to another door that was ajar and pushed it open softly shocked by the sight inside. A large male had a woman at knife point her mouth covered by his free hand, and the knife dangerously close to the woman's throat. "Police, put down your weapon! Now!" The man screamed back at Amelia violently.

"I'll kill the bitch! Back off!" She waved her partner back stepping back slightly.

"Hey, just put down the knife. You don't need to do that I can help you out. Make sure you get hardly any time, but you gotta let the lady go."

He looked at her wild eyed pressing the knife to the woman's neck making a rivulet of blood seep from her skin.

"Shut up! I can't think." She lowered her weapon making a gesture to calm him down.

"Alright calm down now. Do the right thing man. Just let her go." He looked around frantically, and the woman was crying looking pleadingly at Amelia.

"She cheated, and she can't get away with it. She's a cheating bitch!" It happened so fast Amelia was barely able to register when he slit the poor woman's throat, and got up charging her with the knife.

She readied her weapon, and shot before he could reach her. He fell to the floor, and she could see his eyes glaze over as he went limp on the floor. She dropped her gun falling on her backside to the floor in shock. Blood pooled around the man's body, and she was starting to register that she had taken a life. She hadn't just taken one life, but caused the death of another. She hadn't been able to save the poor woman who lay lifeless on the floor. Her partner scrambled to her side holding her face as she spoke to her.

"Amelia, Amelia are you okay? Snap out of it partner come on." He pulled at his radio keeping it close to his mouth. "This is officer Dodd we need a bus at 334 Keller ASAP. We got a suspect down, and a wounded female."

Amelia looked up at Abe and Hellboy her hands shaking visibly, and she wrung them trying to make it go away along with the memory.

"I haven't been able to fire a gun since that day. I just couldn't handle being responsible for the death of two people. They sent me to a shrink for awhile, and eventually that shrink told my captain that I couldn't work anymore. That I had P.T.S.D, and I wouldn't be able to handle weapons." Hellboy looked at her with those piercing golden eyes making Amelia look up at them as he spoke to her.

"You were a cop and you didn't know you might have to use that gun?" She shook her head running a shaking hand through her hair.

"I knew I would have to use it, and I had some pretty weird calls before. Nothing that gruesome, or that haunting before. I had never killed someone before, and that day I killed two."

Amelia sipped a cup of coffee in the kitchen staring into nothing as she leaned against one of the counters deep in thought. She was hoping that word of her latest mission hiccup wouldn't and didn't reach Manning, and stamp her one way ticket out of the BPRD. She had been so determined to get back on track; to prove herself to every agent here that she was good enough. She was snapped from her thoughts as agent Meyers walked in with a wide smile.

"Congratulations on your first capture Agent Winhart." She rose an eyebrow at him shifting her coffee away from her face.

"My first capture?" He nodded and poured himself his own cup of the warm brown drink standing across from her.

"The shape shifter that you shot. Hellboy's been telling everyone about it surprisingly. I guess he was impressed with you."

She looked at him as if he had started to speak in some dead language before putting down her cup.

"Is that what he's saying happened?" The brunette male nodded again with a warm smile to her, and she gave a non-committal wave as she went to leave the room.

"Thanks Meyers, I better go tell Hellboy his food is almost ready." She was nearly stomping down the halls the strangely shaped key bumping against her hip as she ushered the large metal door open with anger fueled strength. She stepped into the room to see him as he was in the morning; without a shirt and lifting a dumbbell with a cigar clutched between his teeth. He looked over at her with a confused look.

"Dinner time already Pipsqueak?"

She looked at him with a heated gaze crossing her arms across her chest.

"I don't need your pity Hellboy." He stopped his reps to look at her the confusion on his face deepening.

"What do ya mean Pip?" She cocked her hip with a roll of her eyes at him.

"Telling everyone I was the one who took down the shifter. Why?" He let the dumbbell drop stretching his arm before looking at her seriously.

"You needed it from the looks of it. Call it a truce, for now anyway." She let out a huff, and narrowed her eyes at him.

"I don't need your pity truce alright? I'm going to set things straight." He looked at her intensely as she turned on her heel to walk away.

"Good luck without the job then Pip. It was fun while it lasted."

She bit her lip as she walked back into the halls rubbing at her arm. Hellboy had been right; they would fire her if they were to hear about her latest flub. She stopped in the middle of the hall with a deep exhaustion starting to make its way to her features. She reached up to touch her face where the bruises marred her skin. She needed this lie, and if she had to take the pity she should lest she lose everything she was working toward. She slumped against the wall stuck between proving herself as an agent and her pride that wouldn't allow her to take such charity. She sighed to herself in defeat her anger dissipating and leaving place for shame. She continued on her walk to the kitchen her heels clicking hollowly against the floor.

She sat in the mission debriefing rolling her pen between her fingers as Manning spoke on and on about what sounded like nothing. Soon everyone's faces turned to her, and she looked up in confusion wondering what was going on.

"Also, congratulations to our newest agent for her first successful mission. Good job not screwing it up, and since you didn't lose Hellboy again add a few more points." Her face colored visibly under the man's scrutinizing gaze, and she could feel her lips squeeze tightly as the confession sat just behind them. She just looked back to her pen and nodded letting a small thank you escape her lips. She could see Meyers and Clay sending her reassuring looks from across the table making her release the slightest bit of tension. She couldn't wait until the day was done and over with so she could forget that Hellboy had ever needed to save her bacon.

Amelia smiled slightly ignoring the twinge of pain that ran through her face as she looked over at the dark haired girl across from her.

"So Liz, I'm glad you let me come talk to you. I'm actually here to see about you coming back to the bureau." She looked up quickly her eyes boring into Amelia's with skepticism, and shifting uncomfortably in her chair snapping the rubber bands on her wrist.

"I've quit the bureau thirteen times before. Do you think you can say something different that will make me stay?" Amelia crossed her legs and gave a sigh with an unsure smile on her lips.

"Well, I'm not going to promise you that. I'm actually not that good with words, and I don't expect anything today. I don't want you to think after we're done talking that I'm going to ask for a decision because I'm not. I just want to get you thinking about the idea." Liz seemed to calm visibly and nodded to Amelia, and she seemed to be concentrating on the bruising that ran across the side of her face.

"Did you catch what did that to you?"

Amelia was surprised at first but quickly recovered with a shake of her head.

"Unfortunately no, but it's an occupational hazard. So since you seem like you don't really want to talk about the bureau how about we get to know each other? That way I'm not just some Bureau agent making you come back. Ask me anything, and I'll answer it." Liz looked at her for a second as if gauging her sincerity before she nodded crossing her arms.

"Are you normal?" Amelia looked at her for a second in confusion before answering with what she thought Liz had meant by the question.

"You mean if I have any special abilities? No, although as a kid I used to be obsessed with the X-Men. Nightcrawler was my favorite, and I always wished I could teleport like he could." Liz bit at her lip nodding slowly and snapping the two rubber bands again.

"Comic books right? Heroes with amazing powers, and no problems controlling them." She scoffed, and Amelia smiled leaning forward her elbows rested on her knees.

"Rogue was another favorite of mine. She had these great powers that seemed awesome, but she couldn't control them or turn them off. She was my favorite because she was so real, and really all the X-Men had problems with their powers. It didn't make them heroes any less, and in fact I think it made them braver than anyone else. To have these abilities that they couldn't control, but still strive to use them for the greater good." The corner of the dark haired woman's mouth twitched upward slightly, and Amelia smiled back at her knowing that the second meaning to her words was understood.

Amelia looked at her watch, and noticed that a few hours had passed with her and Liz asking and answering questions. Her moss green gaze fell again on Liz, and she smiled getting up slowly.

"Well, I better get back to work. If I'm late Manning might just give me the boot, but I'd like to come by again next week if that's alright with you?" Liz smiled slightly nodding her head, and getting up herself.

"I'd like that." Amelia smiled feeling pride well up inside her knowing that she had successfully gotten Liz to trust and talk to her. After every mistake she had made it was nice to be succeeding at something, and she hoped soon everything about her job would be the same way.

Kind of a short boring chapter this time, but I wanted to do the big reveal about why Amelia isn't good with weapons. I also wanted her and Hellboy to get on the same level now so they can possibly try to be friends! I hope you liked it, and I will try to update soon!