A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! After a month of exams, procrastination, and Christmas, I finally finished this chapter! Yeesh, that took a little too long. If you want, you can also blame Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days. Fun game. Anywho, to conclude my rambling, I'd like to thank Enyara, elisadeath, and Dystopiac for reviewing. Also, thanks to Reinamarie Seregon for beta-ing. Seriously, thanks. Now go! Read!

Disclaimer: Hellboy and all other ideas pertaining to the series is not belonging to me. Get it? Got it? Good.



"The iron is infecting the wound!" a faraway voice cried out.

"There's too much blood."

"We need the anesthesia now!"

"Will it even work on him?"

"We don't have any other choice!"

Too many voices. And they were all so… loud. Babbling on and on about some matter when all he wanted was to fall asleep once again. And who knows? Maybe fate would be kind to him and allow him to die.

"The wound's reopened! Dammit, where's the anesthesia?!"

"Silence," Nuada murmured weakly. However, his lips felt so heavy that he doubted any audible sound had passed through. Suddenly he felt a prick on his arm as an alien object entered his body. Within a matter of moments, his already muddled mind grew even hazier as the drug began to flow through his veins.


"And you just found him like that? And it never crossed your mind that he just might be dangerous?" a man shouted, sitting in front of her with a hard look in his eyes.

"Well I just couldn't leave him like that Alexis," Laura muttered, fingers over her eyes.

"So you had to call us instead!" Taking a drag from his cigarette, he cursed lightly from underneath his breath. "Laura, I realize that you know what he tried to do two years ago. But tell me, what makes you think that he won't do it again, eh?!" Giving a large sigh in an attempt to calm down, Alexis said in a softer voice, "I have known you long enough by now to realize what kind of person you are. But Laura… that… thing… is not going to change. I know, Manning knows, hell the entire department knows. In fact, the only person that seems to not know is you!"

"You've already pointed that out Alexis," she groaned. "Several times now actually."

"Then why isn't the message sinking in?" Crushing the butt of his cigarette on the tray before him, the agent gave another frustrated sigh. "Well… what's done is done I guess."

After a few more minutes of silence, Laura slowly raised her head from her hands. "Are you done now?"

"For the moment," he grumbled. "Geez, that was my last cig too…" Giving a small smirk, she knew that if Alexis was in a good enough mood to complain about his cigarettes, then he had already put the matter behind him. But the matter of Nuada would definitely be discussed again, that much she was certain. Already harboring a deep hatred for the elves, Alexis would never consent to her aiding the prince any longer. And although she knew this, Laura felt like this elven prince was now her responsibility. Judging by the arrows, he was being chased by someone ('Or something,' she added as an afterthought) that knew what they were dealing with. The prince would most likely protest, but he needed protection. Whether he liked it or not, the B.P.R.D. was his only chance for survival now.


Giving a low grunt as he opened his eyes, Nuada flinched at his stark surroundings. White. Everything was a blinding white. The walls were white, the floor was white, even his bandages were white. Wait. Bandages? Blinking blearily, he raised his hand to his face so as to rub his temples. He had been running from those elves that had resurrected him, he remembered that much clearly. They had fired the iron arrows at him but… after that… everything was a blur. Well apparently humans had found him, seeing as the architecture belonged to none of the immortal races. And to add to that, the right humans had found him, judging by the fact that he wasn't currently strapped to a table. Sitting up from his bed, Nuada's pale eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to figure out this riddle.

Immediately, the answer struck him. 'Of course… it's them again,' he sneered. Nothing had changed; he was still in enemy hands. Even with his more… tolerable accommodations now, even that was subject to change once they figured out who he was. That is, if they hadn't already. And with his luck, that red demon who had defeated him was probably running around the building somewhere.

Suddenly, the sound of the large door to the room sliding open reached his ears. Watching several men file into the room, Nuada stood up so as to seem more intimidating. As his father had taught him centuries before, a little intimidation could go a long way. A silver bracelet on his own wrist that had not been noticed earlier suddenly caught his attention, but he ignored it as a short, bald man entered the room. Apparently, he was the reason for all of the security. Watching him with a cool gaze, Nuada clicked his tongue in distaste when the human slipped on a pair of glasses and proceeded to read from some sort of file.

"Nuada Silverlance… Elf… Birth: unknown..." Nuada sniffed at this. How dare the humans treat him in this manner! This… arrogance… was the reason he had wished to destroy them in the first place! It was no surprise to him that they hadn't changed at all during the brief years following his death. And still, the man continued to drone on. "And death… March 26, 2007." Glancing at the elf over the file, the man said, "Now, would you mind telling us what you're doing here again?"