Title: Believe in the Unbelievable
Full Summary: When you think of visions of the future, you imagine an epic moment of realization. The person zones out, eyes alight with knowledge as they 'ooooh' and 'aaahhh', waving their arms and having a seizure about this amazing vision of the f****ing future. It ain't sh*t like that. They're just crappy little crayon drawings that look like a first grader spazzed out in art class, detailing the future in a moment of waxy clarity and scribbles. Just because I see the future doesn't mean I want to know what happens next. Hellboy/OC
Chapter Title: Tub Time!
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Hellboy blinked when he saw that it was Eevie wielding a Grecian-style sword. Her face was screwed up in anger, but it morphed to shock when she saw her opponent. "Hellboy!" she whispered loudly, dropping the sword and launching into his arms, hugging him in relief. Hellboy closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, bringing his head down so his chin rested on the top of her head. Eevie pulled back from him abruptly and motioned down the hallway she had come from, her face flushed red. She leaned down to grab her sword while they shuffled into the compact hall. "This way; I found his artifacts room. I swiped this from one of the stands." her voice was low, opening a door at the end of the short hallway as quietly as possible.
Hellboy ducked down as he walked through and rightened himself when Eevie shut the door quietly behind her. It was a very large room with huge tapestries and masks all across the walls. There was a corner where various weapons were mounted on the wall and in stands, there were glass boxes all throughout the room with jewelry and armor, there were bones and pottery and everything you could imagine locked away in this room. There was even a full royal dress outfit in one corner. Hellboy gave a low whistle, walking through the room slowly. "Wonder how much this stuff he stole?"
"Probably all of it." Eevie snorted, shedding her blazer and beginning to unbutton her white shirt. Hellboy watched her with interest, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Humpty Dumpty seems like he feels entitled to everything so I wouldn't be surprised if he had a special team that goes out and does his dirty work." She pulled off her shirt to reveal her black tank top from the bureau. It read "B.P.R.D" in big letters across the chest. Hellboy smirked, giving a small cough before he turned away. "Damn I wish Martin would've let me wear pants." Hellboy watched her heels fly through the room and slide across the smooth tile floor. He shook his head at her and turned back to see her tightening a large leather belt to her waist she swiped from a set of knight's clothes that was hung on the wall. She slid her sword through a leather strap and let it dangle from her hip. She gave a satisfactory nod and looked up at Hellboy, pointing a finger at him. "If I do this again, I demand a gun, pants, and combat boots with steel toes."
Hellboy just grinned watching her as she made her way over to the set of doors she had first set herself in front of before the wolves came. He shook his head in disbelief, "What a woman." he whispered to himself, following quickly after her.
Abe found himself in quite a pickle. He was shut up in a bathroom on the north east end of the second story with a manic he-wolf jiggling the door handle. He sat in the tub, glancing around the curtain to watch the door while the wolf banged heavily against it. It bent with each forceful impact, but it held true. Abe let out a shaky sigh and clicked his communicator again, "Jones if you're there, backup would be very nice!"
There was some static before Jones' voice replied, panting heavily, "We've got a situation down here too, Blue. Seven werewolves just jumped us out of no where. We've got three agents down, where's Red and Marty? Is Miss Quinn okay?"
"Hmm," Abe hummed thoughtfully, he pulled out a new gun cartridge and pressed the release for his empty one. Locking the full one into place he pulled the barrel back to check it was loaded and cocked the gun, "We appear to have a similar predicament. Red, Quinn, and Laurence are unaccounted for, and I am locked in a bathroom." He glanced around, several more bangs and forceful grunts sounded from the door as he studied his surroundings, "Quite comfy, actually."
The Werewolf reeled back to ram the door with his shoulder again when the lock clicked. His ears perked and he grinned, snarling as he waited for the fish to exit. The door opened slowly, a loud creak accompanying it, then a bang when the door hit the wall. There was no one in there. The wolf grunted, marching forwards into the bathroom and tearing the curtains off the shower. He snarled when he found it empty, he turned only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. "Stand down and I wont shoot." The blue man warned, his stance was strong and his grip unwavering. The wolf man let out a low growl, pulling back his clawed hands. "Stand down." Abe warned once more.
The man let out a vicious cry, jumping at Abe who acted quickly. One shot rang out and then a loud thump. Abe studied the wolf man who lay bleeding before him. He had long ratty hair and the usual two canines on each side of his upper jaw, as well as long dirty finger-nails that were thick and resembled claws. These were considered wild men: the wolves who went crazed in their human form as well, acting more animal that man. The animal won out in the end, as it sometimes does, and the man is lost forever in a haze of blood lust; drowned out by instincts and murderous cravings.
"Blue, do you copy?" Abe looked down at his comm., clicking the receiver.
"All clear, Jones." he looked back down at the man. His eyes were wide and lifeless, his body limp against the plush rug of the bathroom floor, red fluid still gushing from the wound on his chest. Abe leaned down and gently shut the wolf's eyes, "All clear."
Eevie had snatched up a small dagger and was keeping it at the ready while she took hold of one of the double door handles. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself before she shoved the door open, Hellboy swung his leg around and placing himself in the center of the hallway and aiming his gun forward. He didn't see anything, letting his eyes roam the corner of the hallway before landing on Martin who was breathing heavily against the wall. "Just me, sadly." He croaked.
"Martin! Damn you, how you drive me crazy." Eevie rushed forward and slowly loosened his sling, letting down his right arm gently, but Martin still made pained faces. "You bumped it pretty badly." She whispered, unbuttoning his black shirt and pulling it aside to glance at his wound, it didn't seem to be too bad, just a thin yellow line along his cut. "Didn't tear anything, thankfully." She smiled up at him, but he was watching Hellboy stalk around the corner swinging his gun in front of him. He turned back to the two and shook his head.
"Nothing." He sighed, holstering his gun, watching as Eevie buttoned up the onyx man's shirt and smoothed out the collar. He jerked his head, "How you holding up, Marty?"
Martin chuckled darkly, "Never thought I'd ever be like this. When you're made of rock, you never think about getting injured." Eevie took his left arm and draped it around her shoulder, having him lean some of his weight on her.
"The male has been taken care of." The three jumped and turned to see Abe strolling down the hallway, gun in hand and walking carefully, glancing around warily.
"Yeah, but where's the lady?" Hellboy hissed, he looked around his shoulder down the hallway, "Abe, guard Eevie and Marty. I'm—"
"The lower area of the house has been ambushed by werewolves as well." Abe cut him off, causing everyone to look at Abe in shock. "I attempted to call for backup, Jones has come under a situation; seven wolves, three men down. I believe it is in our top priority, now that Miss Quinn has been found, that we go and aid our comrades."
"Abe is right," Eevie voiced, looking from Martin to Hellboy, "We have to help them."
Hellboy glanced behind him one more time and growled; he'd love nothing more than to get his hands on that she-wolf and let her have it. Bitch pulled his tail. He sighed heavily through his nose, "I'll head down first, Abe, cover the six." Abe nodded at his instructions, while Hellboy made his way to the stairs.
The four were about to start down when Eevie came to a stop, causing Martin to glance at her curiously and Abe to grab the wall to keep himself from falling at his surprise in their sudden halt. "Wait, wait!" The three men turned to Eevie questioningly, she glanced around nervously, "Do you trust me when I say I just had a vision and now I have a plan?"
The bedroom was covered in doilies, lace, and pink polkadots. Chairs and couches and some pillows were decorated in strange maroon flower designs embroidered onto a forest green backdrop. Everything was covered in a layer of glitter, as opposed to dust, and there were porcelain dolls on every surface, in every corner of the room. Hellboy looked around and curled his lip in disgust. He poked one of the dolls that had a cracked eye, "I have been on enough missions to know to keep away from these things."
Eevie laughed, letting go of Martin when he sat comfortably on the bed. "Okay, now," she rubbed her hands together and circled the room, "If I remember correctly, it's—" there was a flash, everything scribbled in crayon, Hellboy jumping up and down like a kid having a tantrum in a claw-footed tub, "—in the bathroom. Abe, sit next to Martin on the bed, I'll be back. Hellboy, I need you, come with me."
Eevie paused, and screwed her eyes shut, "That... came out different than I meant."
"I'm right here, Eve, for whatever you need me for." Hellboy gave her an impish grin, making her cover her face and lash out at him with a kick which he blocked with his stone hand. He laughed as she marched into the bathroom, reaching her arm around to flash him the bird. This caused him to laugh louder. Eevie entered the round bathroom, looking around and winced. More pink and purple with sparkles and lace.
She shook her head, "What a strange guy." she mumbled to herself. She set herself in front of the tub and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. White light, fading to crayon, she felt herself grasp the hilt of her stolen sword, her crayon self doing the same. There was a whistle of the wind coming through the bathroom window to her left. She watched the crayon curtains sway in the breeze. Turning to the left she drew her sword, readying her feet in a fighting pose as best she could remember from action movies. She widened her stance and held as true as she could while using the side of her sword to slap away the forceful claws of the she wolf.
"Eevie!" She heard Hellboy. She brought her dagger up from her belt and stabbed to the right, a flash of waxy red. The she-wolf howled in pain at Eevie's dagger going through her hand. The woman screamed, tackling Eevie and sending her sprawling to the floor, and causing her eyes to snap open as she wheezed. She heard Hellboy's loud footsteps coming towards them, but she felt for the hilt of her sword, grasping it firmly. With a loud scream, Eevie slammed the sword, blunt side, down on the shoulder of the wolf. The force of the blow rolling the wolf to the side and collapsing on her stomach. Eevie looked up at Hellboy. "Jump in the bathtub!" She screamed, tumbling over and getting onto her knees.
"What? But, she—" Hellboy tried to protest, watching the wolf woman shake off the blow and snarl at Eevie, jumping at her and sending the two into the wall with Eevie's legs squished against them allowing her to push the wolf away from her somewhat. Eevie held the wolf far enough away for her not to stab Eevie with her claws out-right, but it didn't stop the woman from slashing at her cheeks and neck, making Eevie cry out in pain.
"Tub! Now! Jump!" She yelled, pulling her feet towards her for a moment, which made the werewolf get closer to her, causing more scratches, but it was necessary. "GO!" She screamed.
Hellboy scrambled over to the tub, hopping in and turning around to see Abe restraining Martin to the bed. Abe looked to Hellboy and nodded. Red growled, jumping up and down in the tub like a madman. He jumped four times, five—there was a loud groaning and a cracking sound—seven, eight—something snapped, louder groaning mixed with creaking—ten, elev—the floor gave out from underneath Hellboy, causing him to yell and grasp the sides of the tub as the floor bent down, creating almost a slide-like structure from the door of the master bath that ran down into the kitchen. Hellboy felt the tub connect with something hard and he was hurled into the air for a brief moment before landing on top of a body, crushing it underneath his weight. He groaned, feeling his back ache while whatever was under him slammed their hand against his shoulder trying to move him. "Ouch." he moaned.
Eevie snarled back at the wolf woman, "Bye-bye, bitch!" She hissed pushing her legs against the chest of the she-wolf, thrusting her away from Eevie and catapulting her onto the make-shift slide and down into the kitchen. Eevie panted and fell back against the wall. She felt the adrenaline fade, and the stinging of the cuts on her face and neck and torso rushing back to her, not to mention her burning ribs, which she was sure were now broken. She screwed her eyes shut and let out a pathetic moan. She didn't move, dropping her sword to the ground with a clang and rested there. She heard Abe and Martin shuffling around in the master bedroom, most likely coming to check on her. "I need to work out more." she muttered before passing out.
Hellboy stood up on shaky feet, turning around to see a gasping wolf, holding his chest and taking deep gulps of air. Hellboy raised an eyebrow, "Oh." He slammed his ass back down onto the chest of the he-wolf, making him let out a strangled cry. Red glanced around to see that the ceiling had collapsed on four of the werewolves. He had taken one out with the tub he road down—she was passed out on the floor with the heavy porcelain object on top of her lower body. He was sitting on the sixth, the seventh was cornered by three gun-wielding agents, and the upstairs bitch-wolf was passed out on top of the tub, having smacked her head against it. Hellboy smirked and shook his head, "Well I'll be damned," He lifted his right hand and slammed it over the top of the wolf's head that was below him, knocking him out and shutting him up, "Eve did it."
"We need medical help over here!" Martin shouted from upstairs, peering over the hole with a desperate look in his eyes, "We've got a woman down, multiple lacerations, possible head trauma."
"Eve!" Hellboy shouted, jumping to his feet. He groaned, gripping his back, but marching forward stopping at the foot of the slide to watch Abe holding an unconscious Eevie in his arms and sliding down the floor slowly. Hellboy's brows furrowed in worry, she was bleeding everywhere; her face was dripping red, lines of blood flowed from her forehead, cheeks, along her neck and chest. They looked superficial, but he saw a few deep ones along her torso and chest. Hellboy backed away, everything going in slow motion as Abe laid her on an emergency stretcher, two agents strapping her in and taking her around to the garage connected to the kitchen. All he could do was watch as they toted her unconscious form away.
"Eve..."
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A/N: SNAP. What done gon happen now? Eevie, you saucy minx, always getting into trouble. Will she be okay? What will they do with the werewolves? Is Hellboy's ass okay? Will Blake ever get a kiss from his fishy hero? Tune in next time for another action-packed Hellboy 'n Friends!
Things be coming together, still ain't got no answer to the Shacra business, but Eevie's kind of unconscious right now so I think that may be a while before she answers. Will this event maybe make Eevie decide against Shacra? OR, will it push her more towards a life with Martin as her tutor? SNAP. Juss, SNAP, man. Tell me your predictions on how you think things will pan out, you may be right, you may not, it all depends. As always, I love hearing from you guys, any questions, comments, concerns, or just the simple 'loved it' are always welcome (you know who you are you beautiful Mallow you. ;)
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