(A/N) Okay... yes, it's been quite a while and I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry!!! Things just got so hectic I didn't have time to upload. But I'm trying my hardest to get back on track.
Disclaimer: I only own Memory, Siren, and Voltaire. Everyone else... yeah, I don't own... wish I did, but that would probably come with too many responsibilities. lol.
Enjoy!
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Memory watched silently as Siren continued to pace severely back and forth in front of her.
"Well, you just don't need to tell him the Princess is back! Yeah, that's what you're gonna do!" Siren persisted, her brows furrowed in worry.
Memory sighed, looking down.
"You know I can't do that, Sigh… It's his desire… I can't do that to him." She sighed in defeat.
Siren slumped down onto the bed and glanced at her.
"Then that's what you do." The water sprite smiled.
Memory looked at her blankly, trying to decide if she had finally reached the end of her rope or if she was just thinking out loud.
"Okay, you lost me, Sigh…." Mem muttered.
Siren glanced at her and smiled softly.
"Tell him, but make yourself so pathetic he can't leave you!" Siren smiled happily.
The Desiree simply glared darkly at her friend.
"I'm not going to act as if I'm the most pathetic person in the world just to get a guy. He loves her, not me. He wants her, not me. I'm the Desiree; I'm supposed to grant a person's every heart's desire…. If he really wants her… then… well… I'll give her to him…." Memory sighed heavily.
Siren watched as Memory stood and walked out the door with her head held high, yet her friend knew that each step was a stab in the heart.
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Memory sat at a table in the library, a pad of paper, a pen and a few crumpled up pieces of paper littered her space as Hellboy walked in.
"Hey, kiddo, what are you up to?" He asked, looking around.
She looked up and put an arm across the paper.
"Just… writing a few things…." She looked away slightly.
Hellboy crossed his arms and stared at her for a few minutes before taking a chair out and sitting down in front of her.
"Okay, kid, you're a bad liar, that much we all know. So what 'cha writin'?" He asked again.
Memory sighed and removed her arm.
"It's just a poem… I just don't like people knowing I write them." She whispered.
He held out a hand for the paper and she drew back as if it contained the plague, but Red just chuckled and shook his head, leaning toward her.
"What are you so afraid of me reading it for? It's not like I'm gonna go blabbing about how bad or good you are, I just wanna see it." He said, his eyes slightly calculating.
Memory sighed heavily but slid the note pad over to him.
"I'm not done yet," She muttered, turning away to face a few bookshelves while he looked it over.
Glancing up at her, Hellboy scoffed, "Kid, I don't read much as it is. People are gonna be surprised I even picked this up. So we're gonna keep this our little secret as it is."
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Thanks," She whispered.
He grunted, but ultimately shook it off.
Smiling slightly, Memory began letting her mind wander as she thought of how she could tell Abe that the woman his heart desired was alive and well again.
"Not bad, kid. You're pretty good with the rhyming; it was good. So… you wanna talk about something? Liz usually has an open ear." Hellboy cocked a grin in her direction.
Memory let a sad smile cross her features.
"Thank you… but I know whoever I tell is gonna wanna spill the beans… but I need to do it myself." She sighed heavily.
Hellboy stood up and stretched a little.
"You know… whatever it is, it's nothing compared to what'll happen if you keep it in and wait to tell. My Pops used to always say something like that…. Kinda the whole keep it bottled up and you'll explode kinda thing." He grinned.
Memory smiled and stood as well.
"Yeah… I suppose you're right. Might as well get it over with." She nodded, her feelings somewhat resolved.
Taking a deep breath, she walked passed Hellboy to go in search of Abe. But stopped short when she reached the door.
"Hey, HB… where's Abe?" She called out, looking slightly embarrassed.
Chuckling, Hellboy answered, "He went to the pool."
Nodding, Memory began walking again, her heart pounding against her breast, but her mind set.
As she neared the entrance where the elevators resided, something began pulling at Memory.
"Wait a second… this… doesn't feel… right…." She muttered to herself.
Looking around the hall, Memory tried hard to keep her ears open and her eyes alert, but all she heard were small foot falls coming from behind her.
Turning, Voltaire smiled dangerously at her.
"How did you-"
"Get in here?" He cut her off.
Memory began to take small steps backwards, but Voltaire matched her step for step and length for length.
"My dear Prince has some very interesting ways of getting around." He smiled devilishly.
She gulped in fear.
"Go ahead, my dear… scream." He breathed the word as he lunged at her.
Ducking to the side, Memory scrambled down the hall the way she had come.
"HELLBOY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The library doors were just opening before Mem could reach them and her big, red, demon savior stepped through carrying his overly large gun, the Samaritan.
"Leave the girl alone, dirt bag." He hissed, noticing Memory hurry to get behind him. Quietly to her, he whispered, "Against the far wall is an Emergency button, go push it. Hurry."
Turning quickly, Memory ran inside.
"I will not fight you, demon. I just want the girl." Voltaire stated calmly.
"Yeah, I bet. So which desire did you not get fulfilled? The resurrecting Nuada or the resurrecting the Golden Army?" He smirked at the white haired man.
Voltaire chuckled slightly
"Congratulations, demon; the little chit told you our plans." Voltaire hissed, glaring passed Hellboy towards Memory whom he couldn't see at the moment.
Suddenly, a loud ringing sounded throughout the building with a bright red flashing light. Hellboy smirked towards Voltaire as he felt Memory run into his back and clutch onto his shirt.
"I'm sorry, HB…" Memory whispered.
Glancing briefly at her, he sighed heavily. "Kid, get this through your thick head; you need me, I'm good with a gun, and I want to kick this guy's ass."
Memory smiled, "But I thought everyone says you're a bad aim?" She giggled.
Snorting slightly, HB took aim at Voltaire just as Abe, Liz, Johann, and Siren rounded the corner to see the outbreak.
"You," Siren hissed, clenching her fists.
He smirked at her and winked slightly.
"Come now, Water Sprite, didn't you enjoy our fun together?" He sighed dramatically.
Siren grinned but winked towards Memory.
"I've had better, dude, believe me." She laughed before water began forming in the palms of her hands and she glared darkly.
Nodding in Siren's direction, Liz's hands were engulfed in flames as she stood with her feet apart ready to attack at any given time.
"I'm not here to fight you all… my Prince is." Voltaire grinned.
Abe hurriedly pulled out his gun and began trying to sense around to feel any new thoughts close by, while Johann looked around trying to find the source of Voltaire's gloating.
"Yeah, here he comes to save your ass." Siren smirked, letting the water flow up around her arms before she held them out and water began to surround Voltaire.
"He's not gonna drown, is he?" Memory asked, taking a step out from behind the red demon.
"Not unless I want him to… I'm debating on it right now." Siren sighed, her brows furrowed in concentration.
"But the book said the Mirror Shadows controlled the people; so he's not actually evil." Liz said, following Memory's lead and beginning to step up towards him.
"Better safe than sorry?" Siren tried.
Memory glared softly at her friend as she stepped up to the swirling water that encircled Voltaire.
"I can't let you harm an innocent, Sigh; it wouldn't be right." She persisted softly, smiling at her friend.
Johann began talking about precautions they would need to take to handle Voltaire, but Memory wasn't listening; her mind was set and she knew what she had to do.
"Abe, there's something I need to tell you… it's really important." She said softly, walking around the water to face him.
Cocking his head to the side slightly, Abe met her eyes.
"Abraham… this… this is something that happened when… when Voltaire took me… this…" She began, her nerves failing her slightly.
"It's alright, Memory, what's wrong?" He asked softly, his voice and eyes empathetic.
Memory closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before her courage came back to her, but just as she opened her eyes a familiar sight greeted her.
"Get down!" She screamed, taking Abe's arm and thrusting both of them to the side.
A sword came crashing down into the tile floor right where Abe had previously been. Pulling his arm to try to get him to stand, Memory scrambled up and kept pulling him back while Liz took her flames and shot them towards Nuada who jumped safely out of the way.
"We meet again, demon." Nuada smirked at Hellboy, holding his head proudly.
"I wouldn't be so cocky since a teenage girl's the one who brought you back from the dead, and on top of that, you still need said teenage girl." Siren hissed. Glancing sideways, Siren motioned for Johann to get behind Voltaire. "He's unconscious right now, so you need to take him somewhere away from this freak."
Johann stepped up, "I vould be honored to, my dear." And as Siren let her water tornado fall, Voltaire collapsed into his arms and he hurriedly carried him down the hall.
Using the water that she had just used to capture Voltaire, she copied Liz by sending whip like streams to try to capture Nuada's jumping, flipping form.
"How much energy does this guy have, damnit?!" Siren hissed, wiping sweat from her brow.
Abe stood with his back to Memory trying to protect her as she clutched onto his arm and stood pressed flush against a wall.
"Abe, there's not much time, I can feel it… when Voltaire made his desire for Nuada to come back, something else happened." She began, trying not to flinch as the sound of gun fire rang throughout the halls.
"Memory, I'm not completely sure if this is the most appropriate time." Abe persisted.
Tugging gently on his arm, Memory continued on, "Something else happened when he made his desire!"
As if to punctuate her words, Nuada kicked Liz in the head making her fall to the ground, and kicked Siren in the stomach causing her to double over in pain.
"What do you mean?" Abe turned slightly to look at Memory.
"I mean–" But she never got to finish her sentence.
"Brother! Stop this!" A new voice hissed.
Everyone turned to the front of the hallway where Nuala stood, glaring at her brother.
"Nuala," Abe breathed, and Memory began to cry.
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(A/N) Wow... what an ending! What's Abe gonna do? What's he gonna say? What's his reaction gonna be? Is he gonna be angry with Mem for not telling him right away? Find out in the next chapter! See you then!
