Part Four.
Ocarina slowly lifted the flute up and looked around.
"Do you think you need a certain melody for the Lion?"
Abe stepped forward and asked "Let me see the flute."
He held it and looked like he was deep in thought.
"Ocarina come here."
She walked over and held the flute with Abe. He took her back in time.
A man. A man was sitting in an office surrounded by books. A cat was laying beside him.
"This is perfect. A new order. A new world and I will have supreme control!"
He turned around after the cat started clawing at his seat.
"You will finally be free."
The man pulled the cat up onto the chair and laughed. Suddenly the cat jumped down and began mutating into an eight foot lion. The man cried out.
"You should not have betrayed me, Bion."
"M-Master! Please !"
The lion clung to the man's arm, tearing it apart with its razor-sharp teeth. After the arm fell off, the lion dug its claws into the man's shoulder.
"Where is it?"
"In the desk! Please, my lord!"
Bion collapsed to the floor on his remaining hand and knees.
"My lord. Do not kill me. Please."
The stranger pulled the flute out of the desk.
"Do not give me orders."
He played a few notes and the Lion attacked Bion with hunger burning in its eyes.
"Lord!" He cried out. "LORD CORNEILLE!!" The man's face had a wicked expression as he watched the Lion devour Bion. His face was covered in scars with one going from his right eye down to his chin.
Ocarina pulled away gasping.
"Ocarina?"
"What happened? Are you okay?"
"Th-that man...Corneille."
"What about him? Do you know him?" Abe asked.
"We need to go." She walked a little but stumbled.
Director Manning went over and said "Let's pull out."
Everyone returned to the Bureau but Ocarina was still shaking. Hellboy looked around to make sure the others weren't paying attention.
"You okay?"
"I need...to call someone." She went to her room and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello? Y-Yeah. How are you doing? That's good. L-Listen I...I'm fine it just...can you come here? I think I found something."
In a few hours, someone knocked furiously on the gate of the Bureau's enterance. She was in her mid-40's with grey streaks in her short, brown hair. She wore a buisness suit. "Tom! Tom let me in this instant!"
"Identification please."
"I'm Laura Manning! Open this gate and let me see my daughter!"
She walked in and stood on the symbol in the lobby.
"Please watch you hands and elbows." the man at the front desk said before she was lowered.
She hurried into the study where Director Manning and Ocarina called everyone.
"S-Sis. Its good to-"
She slapped him hard across the face. "Why didn't you tell me you worked in a bureau like this?! What kind of brother are you?! Even worse, I find out from my daughter that you work with Hellboy from the news and you might have a lead on where Ocarina's father is!"
The Professor looked at Ocarina.
"Corneille is your father?"
"I'm almost certain. Mom said he was a musician with a scar on his face. The fact that the man I saw plays the flute and has tons of scars? Its not some coincidence! I know it can't!"
Laura walked over to her daughter and said "Don't worry, dear. Thank goodness you found him."
She then turned to Hellboy.
"Please. W hen you find him...rip his arms off for me."
He was a bit taken back.
Is that where the museum incident comes from?
"Um...all right."
Laura pulled a bunch of papers from her purse.
"Ocarina here are the papers you wanted."
She handed them over to Abe.
"These are all I have of that lowlife. He told me his name was Edgar. I should've been able to tell but he spoke with a perfect English accent."
"When you play a lot of instruments, I heard some people can alter their voice. That's why some actors play wind instruments to play different roles."
"Well I was wondering how he knew so much about mythology. Guess this explains it."
"My mom is a pychology professor at the Unversity of Tennesse."
"For a few aspects in modern society, I use references from mythology."
"These papers are all worn out, Mom!"
"When your father-"
"Please don't call him my father."
"Fine. When Edgar, or Corneille, whoever, left, he left these papers behind from a textbook of his. I wanted to try and burn them but they wouldn't. I even put gasoline on them and they wouldn't."
"This is odd. The paper isn't made of wood or anything from that substance."
"What's it made of then, Abe?"
"I believe it is a skin."
"Its like the story of Marsyas!"
"Wait are you telling me this was written on a guy's flesh?!"