Disclaimer: Hellboy doesn't belong to us, neither does Edward Scissorshand and Fullmetall Alchemist *^_^*

Rating: M just to be safe because eventually we'll have some scene of violence and because eventually we'll be dealing with mature subject matter.

Oh! And before I forget, this is "talking", this is 'thinking' and this is talking in foreign language. Have a pleasant read.

Hellboy - A place to belong

Chapter 7

Calliban was on the verge of an apoplexy crisis. No, he was closer to 'appalled' by how stupid that damned monster could be. That is not how you are supposed to react when the famous demon that turned against his own kind and slayed hundreds of its kin's came looking for you!

And what's an 'Avon representative' anyway!

'Calm down, calm down... the plan didn't change. That damned 'fake' his going to get killed for sure, then all the attention of the human will be diverted and I will be able to execute the rest of my scheme un-interrupted.'


It was a still woozy Abraham Sapien that walked up the front porch of the apartment building while Armstrong was in a deep and philosophical discussion with the police forces about his driving techniques that were also on the phone with Clark who trying to stop them from putting his subordinate in jail.

The blue lump on his head was throbbing like a mule was doing trampoline in his skull but he had to continue the investigation, for the sake of the children. He would kick Armstrong's ass later. The woman he was coming to see was apparently the sole relative of the family left in the region that were in the center of what happened with the mysterious man with scissors for hands that appeared from nowhere about some fifty years ago.

He made it to the door and ringed. Right after that he heard the pounding of small feet running across the house toward the front door which opened briskly to a little kid about four or five that playfully asked while giggling: "Who is it?"

From somewhere in the house he heard a women voice calling to the little guy to wait up and to not open the door like that.

And so Abe redirected his attention toward the kid to ask him if he could talk to his mother when he spotted the look on the little boy face. Mouth open and a half shocked half terrorize look on it.

'Oh great, this beginning nicely.' Sarcasm dripping from his own mind.

"I…" Began Abe but it was all he was able to say before the brat screamed loud enough to tear his ears clean off, if he had any.

"AAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHH !"

The kid slammed the door and run back into the house still screaming: "ROSE, ROSE MEGABYTE CAME TO EAT ME!"

Abe let out a deep meaningful sigh while holding his blue headache riddled cranium, which looked like it wasn't going to get better anytime soon.


Back at the manor, Hellboy despite the danger and knowing how ridiculous it sounded quickly checked down on himself.

About seven feet tall, check.

Right hand made of stone, check.

Ripped abs with red skin, check.

Huge gray military jacket, leather pant, pouch-belt with a giant gun, check.

The weight of his horns still present, check.

And since when does a gun is standard salesman accessories? Pressure sales much? He gave an even quicker glance a Havoc who was checking him out because he apparently had the same idea as him and thought who the hell would mistake Hellboy for an Avon representative.

Looking back at the... individual... in front of him who was waiting patiently in front of him apparently not thinking anything of the pregnant silence his question created. But Hellboy felt obligated to answer: ''Euh... No... Not really." Said a still confused Hellboy at having been mistaken for a 'Miss Avon'. He did not really know if he was supposed to be insulted or amused by it.

Havoc seemed to have found his answer: "Snort!" was all he could express while trying to suppress the immense hilarity he was experiencing. Hellboy though he heard a small 'sorry' hidden among the snickers and chuckles. Hellboy sent his best 'Shut the hell up and stay focused' stare from the corner of his eyes he could and observed the armed individual in front of him.

Well, as far as threatening an armed guy could be, this one was about at the level of a door with a fork stuck in it with a paper on it that said 'watch out someone may open me anytime'. Now that he was more into the light, Hellboy was able to take a better account of what he was dealing with.

He looked human enough but in this job, Hellboy learned that it didn't mean much. Tall but thin, not the under fed type but the build light and compact kind. His posture was non-threatening; in fact he looked ready to back away any minute now but was kept in place by his own curiosity. Which was showing on his face along with some worries? But no fear. 'Interesting' thought Hellboy.

He was also giving quick glances at his and Havoc's guns, but as long as they didn't move them the individual should remain calm.

But it did not change the fact that this was an unknown armed being in front of them and now that the first threat assessment of the individual was done, he could check for more details.

Hellboy trained eyes were drawn toward the hands of the individual. Now that he was checking more closely he remarked that it did look like he was holding them but they were stuck to his hands like an Indian bagh nakh or a Japanese tekagi-shuko. Or maybe it was closer to Freddy's glove but bigger blades. And Hellboy had a quick thought and wondered what could be said about him that he knew the name of just about every weapon on earth and that he has been at the wrong end of almost all of them at some points in his life.

He also took note that from his point of view the knives were uneven and somewhat a little rusty. Great, now he has to add tetanus to the worry of being gutted by Freddy's impersonator with an inferiority complex, that mixes up a body building horned red giant for an Avon salesman's, who's wearing... Oh boy...

The guy wasn't just wearing black. No, he was wearing black leather. Oh, Hellboy didn't have anything against leather clothes, not at all. In fact he preferred leather for pants over all other types of material. It's sturdy, flexible, can go with about anything or any occasion and he think he looks cool in them. AND the fire retardant proprieties are a definite plus when your girlfriend is a literal fire cracker with a short fuse. But Hellboy always drew the line when it came to looking like a S.M. practitioner.

The all leather jumpsuit the guy in front of him was wearing was enveloping him from chin to toes and was covered in crisscrossing belts, straps with metal rings, brass buckle, steel pin, etc. But Hellboy had to admit that rather being constrictive and made to block his movement, the suit looked like it gave him great mobility while being sturdy. Also, it looked like it was built to keep stuff in, like a second skin.

Feeling that the stranger was a little put off by them not being Avon representative and looked like he did not know where to go from here, Hellboy decided to take the opportunity and take back the conversation.

"What about you?" inquired Hellboy hoping to learn more about that guy and maybe de-confuse the situation.

"I not an Avon representative either." Replied the individual, who looked a little relived that the conversation got going. The tone of voice was so soft and calm that Hellboy wasn't sure he would have heard it if the place was practically silent. Beside them and the cracking of the building, the only source of noise was that really vocal bird outside.

Hellboy and Havoc gave a flat stare and did not know how to take that answer. But that ghostly white face hallowed by that mop of blow out black hair had a complete sincere and innocent look on it. He wasn't lying or making fun of them on purpose. Maybe Hellboy didn't formulate the question correctly.

"Humm, ok then, what is your name?" No way to get wrong with that one.

"My name is Edward." was the answer. The being now named Edward seemed to hesitate before continuing, as if he wasn't sure what he should be doing. "What about you?" he asked back and even if he kept the same soft voice, the question strangely sounded as Hellboy said it before.

'Ok some progress` though Hellboy let's try this. "I am Hellboy and this is Havoc, we're from the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence and we are here for an investigation. Would you mind answering some questions?" carefully observing their suspect as he was saying it.

The aforementioned Edward did not seem to have any reaction to their names nor their occupation and while still seeming a little wary of them he did not seem to have any objection for a questioning, so Hellboy took that as a no.

"Ok, not to be rude but … what are you?" Hellboy asked in is typical direct manner, but that question was rather important, and the answer even more so. Will he try to avoid the subject and divert the conversation or maybe he will arrogantly answer and reveal what he is, his plan and how superior he is like an arrogant buffoon or maybe he will simply lie. There is much to be said on the psychology or intelligence of someone when answering a question like that.

And to Hellboy expectations, Edward promptly answered with an attitude and confidence in its voice that would lead anybody to believe it was the easiest question in the world.

"I am me."

Hellboy and Havoc: "..."

That answer was deep, full of meanings and not helpful at all. Hellboy hoped that they didn't stumble on one of those philosophical hippy types. Hellboy disliked them because it was so hard to get a straight answer; they always get cryptic and you always ends up leaving with more questions than you had before and even fewer answers.

"I meant what species?" Tried Hellboy to be more specific.

"I don't know." If this 'Edward' was lying, Hellboy knew some professional card player that would kill mother and father for a poker face like that.

Hellboy and Havoc: "..."

"Where are you from?" Continued Hellboy.

"Here." Hellboy was generally all for short and simple answer himself, but he would be really appreciating if the other guy could start to elaborate a little more.

"You were born here?"

"No, I was build here. See, I am not finished yet." He said lifting his arms.


On his side Abe was having a way better time with his investigation. Well… after clearing the initial misunderstanding that is. The young lady he came to meet was watching the young kid of the neighbour this night, and once she managed to calm him down, Abe was able to explain who he was and that he came here to investigate some things related to her family and what was happening right now in town. And despite her initial surprise and wariness she accepted to talk with him.

"Well… uh please, sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee? We have also have tea if you prefer." asked the young lady in her early 20s, with brown hair and grey eyes. She had a pretty face and was what Abe would call thin and petite. And even with the whole situation of having a fishman sitting in her living room, she was keeping her calm.

"A glass of water if you please would be greatly appreciated. The ride coming here was… exhausting." He answered thinking of that psychopath on wheel that his Armstrong, who was still left outside to deal with the policeman. The young woman came back with a glass and sat straight on the edge of a couch opposite of his.

"Once again thank you for accepting to meet me, Miss Tringham. Allow me to introduce myself again, my name is Abe Sapiens and I work for a governmental agency named the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence."

This time, Abe introduction seemed to trigger something in her memories. "Ah. I remember now, I saw you on the news last year. You were… The toilet seat guy!" Remembering the nickname the news gave Abe when they got exposed to the public by Hellboy. Abe was hoping that the name wouldn't stick too much longer.

"Ah, hum… yes, that's the monikers the media gave me when our existence became known to the public, but it's not a toilet seat, it's a respirator that help me breath. But to return to matter that brought me here, we at the BPRD investigate case concerning events and criminal case that the major part of the population would consider supernatural or mythical even. And in our investigation we came across some elements that have ties with your family in the in Suburbia. You see, in the mid-fifties both of your great grandparents and your grandmother were apparently involved in a case with…"

"A man with scissor-hands." finished the Miss for Abe with a smiling faraway look on her face. "You're talking about Edward Scissorhand aren't you?" she asked back.

Abe was taken by surprise with that one: "Ed… Edward?"

"Yes, that was my favourite story that my grandmother was telling me when I was young. She was telling it with such details and emotions … it always felt so real. You won't believe how surprised I was when I found out that it was all true."

"All true? You mean the murder and the assault made on the…"

Once again the young lady interrupted Abe off: ''No, no, no! You got it all wrong, the newspapers twisted that story around, Edward wasn't the bad guy in that story."

Now Abe was confused: "Miss, are you talking about the fairy tale your grandmother was telling you or about the event that happened fifty years ago?"

"Oh, sorry I didn't express myself right." she apologised. "Let me start from the beginning. You see when I was young my grandmother used to tell me this story about the man with scissors for hands that lived in the castle on the hill. It was my favourite story and I got never tired of hearing it. And since I loved that story so much, when my grandmother died I inherited a box that contained all the things she collected concerning Edward. There are her journals, videos recording, newspaper clips and some art crafts. About everythings she could find about him so that she could remember. Oh, where did I put that box, I think it's in the closet down the hall…"

"Miss, could I see those? It could be really important and I also would like if you could tell me the story please."


Across town, there were three teams of our BPRD personnel that were struggling to climb the hill. To say that they were having a harder time than Hellboy and Havoc to escalate the trail was a euphemism. Once they met at the construction site, it took Lt. Falman a good five minutes to make his report to the six agents; it was an understatement to say that he was quite relief when they told him that he didn't have to remain on the premises. And then that's where the real problems started.

It was hard enough to fight the influence of whatever was making their mind want to do a U-turn and do something else than climbing this impossible trail. As the higher they were getting the denser the vegetation was getting. And trickier too. The tall grass seemed to grasp at their ankles to make them trip into thorny bushes so sharp that their pants were showing signs of rips and holes. They kept getting there hands on poison ivy and other vegetal irritants. The thickets and copse were so thick that they would need a machete to have any hope of getting through. Large trees kept blocking their way so they constantly had to weave around them making it even more impossible to tell if they were still on the right track. Did Hellboy and Havoc trek through all this earlier? If they did there was no indication that they passed through here.

Leading the troops Clark and Bradley were followed by Mustang and Hawkeye and closing the march were Heiderich and Elric, the later complaining that the BPRD standard field equipment should include a chainsaw. Mustang who was now completely drenched even with the cool night air was thinking about the same thing as Shorty but he would do it with a flame thrower instead. That way he wouldn't have to deal with all this annoying greenery. No matter how long they seemed to walk the peak was nowhere in sight and decided that maybe he should be leading the group since the one in front didn't seems to know where they were going.

"You know, I'm not sure it's such a good idea to be led in this forest by two guys with no depth perception. Because we should have reached the top by now."

Clark looked back at Mustang, glaring at him while Bradley who had a much cooler personality let the barb slide like water off his back.

"Shut-up Mustang, I asked for silence before we entered those woods," barked back Clark looking back at the line while still advancing, "and that mean you too Elric, we are on a mission for Christ's sake. And I would like you to know that my depth perception is fi*WHAM*"

Agent Clark had collided face first and, oh surprise, on the side with his eye patch with a thick tree that was in his way. He could have swear that it wasn't there before he turned around to 'address' the others. And now the whole team was trying to repress their laughter.

"You were saying?" quipped Mustang, letting loose the more or less contain hilarity.

Clark who was drilling a hole in the tree with his glare, tuned toward the group and replied: "THAT tree wasn't there before. "

In is turn Mustang retorted: "Riiiiight."

"Need do I remind you people that we're dealing with magic here."

"Oh now you are just looking for excuses" said Elric in the back.

"Um-um, so you're telling me that you have seen a lot of eucalyptus growing wild in Florida?"


On the down side of the path where our struggling BPRD agent were arguing about botanic, two very little figures were hiding under a bush. Those two were responsible for all the troubles our heroes had to this point. They were respectively a very young Greenman by their standard and a rather ditzy Pixie.

The Greenman turned toward the Pixie and told him in their language: "Idiot, that kind of tree doesn't grow around here! Now they suspect something!"

"Sorry, sorry. I'll do better next time."


Hellboy who had leaned back in reflex at the sudden movement of Edward calmly gave an order: "Put those back down."

Hellboy was far from being an expert on prosthesis but he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to look like that. The knives he mistook earlier for some kind of weapon were actually several kinds of scissors built on mechanical articulation to resemble the general shape of a hand. And after seeing them up close, too close. Really, who waves a bundle of blade in front of people like that anyway? Oh. Right. Someone who only got scissors for hands. The 'hands' were all mechanical and continued under the sleeves. That meant it wasn't strapped on a stubble or if it was, god knows where those contraptions stopped. The hands moved from both inner articulation and motor force from within the arm like a normal hand and from strings attached to the scissors to make them open and close. The other ends of those strings disappeared inside the forearms at some point along it. The odds of him saying the truth about being 'built' just got higher.

Looking a little scared at the authoritarian tone Hellboy used, Edward complied without resistance. Seeing that he needed to relax the atmosphere once more before the situation could turn ugly. Hellboy also let go of his hand on Havoc shoulder that he grabbed the moment Edward moved, so he could prevent his fellow agent to raise his weapon. Hellboy gave himself a mental high five at his reflex and instinct did not rust too much in those months where the most dangerous thing he had to deal with were paparazzi, an Abraham that was going nuts from the lack of intellectual simulation and a moody pregnant Liz. He only barely escaped dead five times in all those months. Another person would have gone soft.

In order to keep Edward from retreating, Hellboy kept the conversation going: "So… you were built unh? Could we know by who?" asked Hellboy, trying to be nonchalant. If he could learn who was behind it, maybe he could project what to fay were up too and why build something like Edward.

And Edward responded in what Hellboy would now dub as, doing an Edward: Giving a simple, short and consistent answer that didn't answer anything.

"My father." was the reply.

'The fact that he identify it's creator as a father figure indicate the kind of relationships it had with it's builder. That probably means it wasn't built for a military purpose.'

"What's his name?" 'Will we have to play twenty questions all night?' thought Hellboy, as he was beginning to corner Edward way of thinking.

"Sir Reginald Alfred Farnsworth."

It was Havoc who raised the question: "Hum, is that some kind of fay name that I don't know about?" he asks perplexed. The question was valid for Hellboy in the sense that he came with the impression that they were working against fay here. Hellboy did not respond to Havoc interrogation and instead turned the question around to Edward: "Reginald Alfred Farnsworth is a human name?"

"Yes." he answered, clearly not seeing the want of the other two persons in the room that he elaborates a little more.

After a pregnant pose and a fail to deliver from Edward: "… What I meant was: Is your father human?"

"Yes he is." Hellboy once again read only complete honesty in Edward. But what could it mean? Wasn't it the fay who orchestrated all this?

"Can we talk to him?" Maybe it could lead them to it's creator. But if it comes to that, he and Havoc would likely be walking right into a trap.

"You can't. One day he went asleep and he did not wake up." responded Edward with sadness in is voice. Right now, in the sparse night light, that lone figure looked all the more alone in Hellboy eyes and felt some pity for him. That was a person in front of him, regardless of its origin.

But right now, the lives of numerous children could be at stake, so Hellboy steeled his resolve, and returned to the impassible detective that he is.

'So we have a human creator that is dead of unknown origin, but from Edward description and attitude, I would discard a murder or 'dead by its own creation'. A fate shared by many crazed inventors and mad scientists, in Hellboy observation.

"So, how long as he been asleep?" continued Hellboy in his interrogation.

Edward paused a moment as he was calculating something. "At least 954 moons."

Havoc was slightly faster in is calculation and told Hellboy: "About 76 years."

Hellboy needed more info: "This was his house?" Edward nodded in affirmation. "That would explain the disrepairs of the place. So that means you always lived here? Do you ever go out?"

"I go out in the garden sometimes."

"I meant down there, in town?"

At that, Edward looked… embarrassed? Or perhaps it was guilt? Or sadness maybe? Hellboy could not exactly tell.

"I went down there twice." He answered like he was confessing a crime that he was regretting.

Hellboy thought: 'Bingo.'


Just outside the giant hole in the roof, the small form of the transformed Calliban was holding it's breath. It could be it. 'Come on, that abomination practically confessed. Come on, KILL IT!'


"Damnit. Sonofa…ouch" groan Elric constantly.

'Oh! brother, how can someone so small complain so much.' thought Heiderich, 'It's not like he's the only one in pain.' "Ow."

The team was passing through what appeared to be a really tight maze made of giant Arizonian Cacti. Fact that was pointed out by agent Clark who the team found out his more knowledgeable in botanic than his appearance would suggest.

Despite the needles, the pain and various discomforts, they kept journey on.


"You moron!" yelled the Greenman to the Pixie. Well it's was more one of those whispered howling. "Those aren't even trees! And they don't grow in this region!"

"I don't see you do much of anything to stop them if you're that good!" countered the miffed Pixie that thought that his cactus was a good idea.

Offended the Greenman picked up the challenge.


"Oww! Wait a sec' my hair is stuck in the thorns" said Hawkeye.

After the cacti the group was now facing a literal barrage of waist high thistles and huge rose bushes. Because the thick vegetation was hiding the uneven terrain, Alfons put his foot into a hole sending him fall into the thorniest of the rose bushes, making him wish for an armor.


"See, that how you do it." boast the Greenman. "You have no appreciation for subtlety."

"Ok,ok, sheesh. Can't even have fun torturing human anymore."


Now the BPRD troops were doing a rather lengthy detour around one of the largest species of tree found on earth, a sequoia.


The little Greenman was giving the Pixie a stare so flat that you could use it as a ruler.

"What?" asked the Pixie.

"You did this on purpose, aren't you?" retoured the Greenman.

"What's the problem now? It grows on this continent no?"

Not taking it anymore the Greenman slapped the Pixie behind the head: "They only grow that big on the other coast, you idiot!" The tiny Greenman was feeling the sap going to his head, and was feeling like he was going to burst a cranial xylem if he had to deal with this fool any longer.

"I'll take care of the tree; you… find something else to make them go back down the mountain."

The Pixie had the most mischievous face just about then.


*POF*

"Ack, kof kof, don't step on the mushroom!" Exclaimed Hackeyes.


The team was running through what was a garden of Titan Arum, also known as the 'corpse plant' covering their nose and face to not breathe the odour similar to that of a decaying mass grave.


The teams did not even bother to stop at the patch of pineapples.

"This is getting ridiculous." commented Elric.


"Idiot!", "Spoilsports!", "Moron!", "fungus face", "Take that back! You know it's a condition!", "Make me!"; By now the mischievous duo were so engrossed in their fight that they didn't realise the branches of theirs hiding spot being lifted.

The Greenman was attempting to kick the Pixies in the nuts while the other was trying his best to pull all the leaf off the head of his vegetal accomplice when they heard somebody clear his throat way above their heads. It stopped them dead in their track, and both looked up simultaneously in perfect coordination to see a circle of giant humans towering over them, pointing their weapons in their direction and looking seriously pissed.

The Pixie let out a nervous chuckle.


"You went down there twice you say, could you tell me when?" Hellboy had is suspicions about when he supposedly got out. If is suspicion was right, and this Edward was telling the truth…

"The first time about 650 moons ago and the second time… around the first quarter of this cycle…"

"About fifty year ago and the last one…" calculated Havoc.

"Two weeks ago, right when someone did a number on the construction site." finished Hellboy for Havoc. Edward for his part had the decency of looking guilty at Hellboy affirmation, but said nothing. 'Sometime, he is easy to read like a book and the rest of it, you wonder what going on in his head.'

Hellboy decided to press on with his reasoning: "Fifty year ago… didn't that crazy old lady back in town told us about something like that? It also coincides with the date on the newspaper clip Schiezka found." he said out loud, as if he was just making conversation. He then switched back the conversation toward Edward. "I suppose it was with those hands of yours that you were… shaving dogs I believe."

Edward trying to follow the conversation filled the blank: "Yes. Sometime."

Hellboy continued: "And now about two weeks ago, the construction site down this hill, got trashed by some mysterious peoples that didn't leave any request or reason why they did it. Also, a lot of the damage looked like it had been done by something with claw or scissors for hand…"

This time Edward did not respond. He did not even look Hellboy in the eye like he was doing before.

Hellboy, seeing Edward shying away from them, decided to stop turning around the subject and go at it directly: "You were at the construction site two weeks ago and you completely destroyed it." That wasn't even a question but Edward, in front of Hellboy authority, answered: "Yes."

And without giving him a pause, Hellboy pressed on: "Why?"

Edward who seeing he did not have anywhere to hide or how to dodge this question tried to explain himself, like most people who are caught try to do.

"I know I wasn't supposed to go out and I broke my promise but the others asked me to help them."

"The others? Wait, a promise?" Hellboy was getting confused.

Outside, you could hear a bird choking on in own spit.

"I promised Kim that I should hide here and never return down there anymore because it was too dangerous for me."

"Who is Kim?" 'Argg.' For every answer he was getting, Hellboy was getting a dozen more questions.

"My friend."

"Does she come around here sometime?"

"No she has not come back in a long time."

"Then who are the others?"

"The people who live here."


Just outside, Calliban was having a crisis.

'Thisisbad,thisisbad,thisisbad,thisisbad, THISISBAD! I need to shut him up. But if I do that they will know I am here. But if I don't stop them, he is going to reveal everything… I … I…"

Calliban was looking frantically around trying to find a solution, when he noticed something.

'I know!' he then flew off around the building to find another entry.


"There are other peoples who live here! What peoples!" asked an incredulous Havoc. The place looked completely deserted and don't have any sign of somebody else than Edward.

"There those that live in the garden, those who keep the house together, those who live in the cellar, the one who lives in the oven, those who live in the wood, those who…"

"OK." Hellboy lifted up his hand in surrender. He though he figured how Edward was working. When confronted to a 'yes' or 'no' question, that's how he'll answer. But if you ask him to enumerate all the names in the phone book, he'll do so. "We're they the one who ask you to go out down AND if yes, why?"

"Yes, they did and it's because they wanted me to help them defend the house from the bad men who wanted to destroy it."

"But you did not go down any other time since then?"

"No."

Hellboy and Havoc shared a knowing glance. If Edward only helped to thrash the construction site, he wasn't responsible for the kidnaping, or at least he didn't participate in it.

"Did you know there were a lot of children that went missing, being replaced by changeling in town? And all the facts indicate you as the prime suspect."

"No, I did not know. I would never separate children from their parents" said Edward in total sincerity. It's seemed that this peculiar subject was important to him.

Hellboy didn't stop to scrutinise Edward for any indication of duplicity but didn't find any. "But if you are saying the truth, do you have any idea of who could have done this?"

Pensive, Edward hand index and major were twitching as he was trying to find an answer. "No… I don't know who could have done that." He replied chagrined. At that Hellboy and Havoc were disappointed because it meant going back to square one. But suddenly Edward voice perked up.

"But we could ask Calliban. He is very intelligent and he always has good ideas. Maybe he could help."


'CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!' internally screamed Calliban who was back in humanoid form and floating just under the floor near the hole right below Havoc.

'Why does that monstrosity had to say my name!'

In a hurry he reached deep within himself for the power that he and his kind wielded and put his hands on the ceiling, willing the already old wood to decay faster.

He continued for a moment until he heard an ominous cracking sound and then disappeared.


Once again, Hellboy and Havoc wanted to facepalm themselves at Edward failure to give an answer that has proper detailing. God the night seems long when you talk to this guy.

In almost perfect stereo, they ask:

Hellboy: "Who's Caliban?"

Havoc: "Who's Cali*craaak*baaAAAAAAAAAAaaaan*Baaatooom*"

"Havoc!"


A moment earlier outside, in the magnificent garden, the weary and worst for wear team finally made it to their destination. In fact they were stopped dead in their track by what they were seeing.

It was Elric that said something first, resuming the general thought of the group: "What… the… fuck?"

But the spell of wonderment this place had on people was broken by someone's cry and a big crashing sound coming from inside the house.

Snapping out of it, Clark gave the order: "Everyone! Inside!"

It was time to do what they were paid to do; running toward the danger, rather than away from it like any other sane person.


Across town, someone else was in a hurry. Abe was getting out of the house of Miss Rose Tringham with a box full of evidence. He just finishes hearing the whole story from her and after failing to reach Hellboy on the radio and learning from Hughes that they had lost contact with the teams that went to the mountain, he needed to reach them before they made a grave mistake.

Abe climbed into the car and buckled his belt in one fluid movement while telling Armstrong their destination: "To the mountain. We lost contact with Hellboy and the others; I need to tell them what I found." and Armstrong responded with a simple but serious affirmation looking dead ahead on the road. "AH!"

It was 0.07568 second later that Abe realised his grave mistake by being slammed back into his seat by the power of the acceleration. His cry got drowned by the roar of the engine: "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"


Author note:

-Bookeater_otaku: I want to say sorry to have taken so long to write this chapter. It was still faster than some of the previous one but still I would like it have finished it faster. My new job got in the way, but now I have some down time until spring. In the holidays, I also came up with a Hellboy one shot that should be ready soon, so read and review it when it come out, please.

Next chapter will come… when ready and should be the last or the one before the end of the first arc.

In this chapter I made a lot of cameo joke with the Full Metal Alchemist crew in honor of the new film coming out soon: The sacred Star of Milos. I also wanted the humor because I found the previous chapters a little too serious to my taste. It's not because we are dealing with a serious subject that you have to forget how to laugh.

I would also like to have your opinion on Edward Scissorshands, did I get the character right or did I completely miss it?

Well I am waiting for your opinion. Thank you.


Shiroyuki *^_^*

Hi everybody, I hope you like this new chapter. Personally I had a blast … and not just because of the ditzy pixie *^_^*

Anybody recognized our blue bad guy ?

Megabyte from the animated series 'Reboot'. I have to admit we had hard time to find a villain with blue skin that a 5 years old in 2007 would have known. So MB it was (I can't wait for the hunt tee-hee) *^_^*

As you read we also had a lot of fun at the expense of our guest stars, so give a round of applause to the cast of FMA for the hell we put them through *^_^*

So, have a nice day and as so many tend to say R&R *^_^*