Disclaimer: I own nothing from Hellboy, Comic/Movie or otherwise.

Blaze of Unglory

Chapter 21.) Too Fast

"It doesn't make any sense. . . " Trevor was pacing in the library again, he swore he could see the faded area in the red rug where his feet wore away the fibers. He was sporting an impressive black eye and busted lip, courtesy of the powerful telepathic burst of their newest target, Corbin Niels. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks though it seemed a small section to be a bit bald with stitches.

He walked over to an old table covered in papers of graphs and charts and opened antique books bound in leathers and suade before he picked up one particular piece of paper. It was an ordinary piece of paper, ordinary that it wasn't any different in shape or color. This one wasn't even an original, but one of a few copies. It had a drawing on the front, a drawing so peculiar that it was just simply baffling if not a bit insulting. A drawing of a girl, or woman, who shouldn't be alive.

"Me?" Her voice was a bit shrill if not an even tone of anger. Niels nodded,

"He was asking if I recognized you, the drawing wasn't very good of course though so I'm sure it'll be a little more difficult to place you." She ran a ran over her bare face, a face devoid of makeup, a trend she was just starting to get used to. She then gathered her long hair up and looked at it, its silken locks so taken care of. She sighed and looked to her two fair elven companions, was it time to start making the real plans? Now that she was so close to being found out, if not already so, she felt a bit antsy. This wasn't how things had gone in her head, things were moving a bit too fast. . .

B.P.R.D.

She got up and paced around the livingroom to think. She didn't even realize pacing wasn't something she usually did.

It had to be taken out. The organization was a lot larger now though, expanding so far. . .There was no way she could defeat Diarmuid and place Nuada in rule with out them getting in the way somehow. Her relentless training would have all been a waste, her new family and all the things she'd accomplished would all go down the toilet if they got in the way and screwed things up.

Steps, she nodded, steps had to be taken. Take out Manhattan first then work her way to Canada perhaps. She looked up and caught three pairs of golds and one pair of blue eyes.

"I need to go. Go to think. . ." She looked around as if the answers were there, she only had to look for them. Where to go though? She needed to be away from this apartment, somewhere she could go for a few days to work things out in her head.

She remembered the address Abe gave her,

"Come visit anytime you want, I'm usually home." He'd wrote down the address and gave it to her, pleased that she'd visit eventually. Perhaps she should go see him? He'd always been a valued friend as well and confidant. He used to have all the answers, all the insights she'd ever needed, all the advice she could have ever asked for.

No . . not now. She couldn't bring him into things anymore then she had. Things were getting dangerous, far more dangerous and she would be extremely hurt if anything ever happened to Abe. She faintly remembered the B.P.R.D. truck being crushed, the agents in it flash dieing. Or so she hoped.

Nuada stood then,

"Perhaps it is time to visit . . . home again?" She looked up again and caught his gaze, a heat spread about her. Home . . . that was a good place to think, her tail flickered excitedly. Of course it was, it was their place. She nodded once before heading to her bedroom and grabbing a bag and stuffed it with sensible summer clothes she didn't mind ruining. She went to the bathroom and grabbed up things she'd need before she stopped and looked at the mirror.

Her hair was so long it was nearly back to her waist, how did it grow so fast? She bit her lip and ran a hand through it, all her years were in this hair, all the things she done or places she'd gone . ..this hair had been there. She grabbed her bag and set it on the bed before leaving the room and making her way to the front room where her family and guest was. She looked around her,

"I'll be right back." Nuala cocked her head and concern filled her eyes as Fharryn left the apartment door open, storming down the hallway bare-foot and a tail in her wake.

"It's not her. Fharryn died." Trevor and his red father hung around in a tight grey room, Trevor leaning onto a steel table, Hellboy lazily against the mirror. A blonde youth sat at the table looking at the angry man before him. His black attire a stark contrast to the bright red of Hellboy in the grey room.

"It is, I've seen her, talked to her. Hell my sister .. Izzy . . ." He looked away and swallowed roughly and his eyes glazed. Trevor felt a bit of pity for him, he knew what it was like to lose a sister. . . who was he kidding? Now it was all being thrown into his face by a troubled youth.

"She knew her, used to work with her right? She knew her pretty damn well. She called her by name even!" He stood up and clenched his fists, anger and hate filling his bright eyes.

"She killed her.You have to do something. Look, I've got . . .information I can give you. Valuable information. " He was breathing hard from the effort of trying to sell, behind the mirror was Manning who wasn't really having any of this though. "I need something to be done and the B.P.R.D. are the only people I can go to. Please." Trevor's face was pale as he looked to his father, the father that was staring off into space as if he wasn't really there.

Manning looked to the boys face and shook his balding head once, agents surrounding him working the sounds and lighting. They were recording this, not that it needed to be. He leaned down and put his mouth over a microphone before pressing a black button to operate it,

"Trevor, ask him about this . . information." He could see Trevor's irritation but none the less,

"What sort of information are we talking about?" The blonde boy, Cody, let out a breath.

"You gonna help?" Trevor growled and was going to beat the table when his tall father sighed and pulled out a cigar.

"It's her." Trevor looked to Hellboy, a strange gleam in his eyes.

"What? You believe him?" He seemed suspended in thought for a while, the smoke from his cigar filling the tiny room quickly.

"I saw her. She helped that punk Neils get away." Trevor started, a rare heat spreading into his limbs but before he could question his father, he held his great stone hand up.

"I saw her tail Trevor, you can't tell me it could have been anyone. I know my own daughter's tail." Trevor looked to his father's own tail, his sister's look alike excluding the red skin. He turned and pressed his forehead against the window.

"How . . . why?" No one could answer him. No one but Cody.

"She is starting a rebellion." The two men in the room froze.

"She and Niels and some other weird . . . .guy are starting an uprising against humans." Trevor turned ever so slowly.

"What a load of bullshit! She loved the B.P.R.D.!" Trevor made for the teen but Red held him back.

"It's not about the Bureau. Think about it." Trevor stilled and looked in his father's orange eyes.

"Fharryn?" Nuala gasped as her dear friend walked into the apartment. Nuada came from the bedroom holding her bag before he had to double take his Knight.

"By your expressions I'm guessing she did a good job." She grinned halfly and went to Nuada to take her bulging bag, he must have added to it. He reached a pale hand out to touch her hair. Or lack there of.

"All of it? Your hair was so beautiful . . ." She looked to Nuala, her tender words placing her heart in a race. Her once long thick hair was gone, now she only had a few short inches of layered black hair. She ran a shakey hand through it, it would be strange to get used to it. Least now she looked different enough that if they did know she was alive and in the city it would be a little more difficult to spot her. Her wondered gaze turned to her King and he nodded, heading out of the apartment as she got her slippers on. She gave a hug to Nuala,

"I'll be back with answers, swear." She nodded and not a single cell of doubt shone. She then turned to Neils who grinned and opened his arms for a hug, she rolled her eyes and ignored his gesture.

"Lay low for a while, if its a place you need, Mrs. Higgins is the gal for you." He chuckled and saluted her before she turned and left to the hallway where Nuada was waiting. It was going to be a long week. . .

I wasn't convinced, not at all, but that didn't stop Manning from ordering me to do this. Dad had gone to Abe a day before and asked him to return under the B.P.R.D. as an agent. Dad had mentioned that Abe had acted just a tad nervous and seemed to think he knew something as well. He didn't re-join us. Which was , in part, the reason we were both taking the task of asking mom. I pulled into the driveway and got out, dad in suit after. I noticed her lawn was overgrown and a bit brown, her mail box a few days crowded.

The house was dark like always when I came to visit, dad took to the couch and waited for mom to get up as I called her, I assumed she was sleeping or laying down. The slow footfalls on the steps to my sister's room made us freeze. How long had she been up there? I'd actually forgotten that it was even there. . . was all her things still where she left them? I walked to the open way of the hallways before flicking on the lights. My mother's tired and depressed face showed after the few lights chased away the darkness, she tried to smile as she closed her door and walked up to me. She was so small . . or had I just grown tall?

"Hey, you are here." She came in for a hug and I had to stifle a surprised look. I'd called this morning to let her know. I patted her back as she gave a small squeeze, she was too skinny and a bit she eating right? Or perhaps at all?

"We need to talk about some stuff . ..Dad's here." Her face dropped and she followed me as we went to the livingroom. She offered coffee but we declined. She sat down and looked between he and I. Dad leaned towards us a little bit before pretending to pick something off his shirt. Gee, lettting me do all the work dad?

"Mom, its about Fharryn." She stiffened and her face paled as she turned away.

"Oh?" It pained me to hear the tone in her voice, the tone of sadness and shame and regret. I knew it from experience myself. I looked around, how does one go about telling a mother her daughter might not possibley be dead? Like I said, I wasn't convinced it was her at all. What if it turned out to be just a weird look alike? It would come and crash down all hope there had ever been.

"She's alive." I spluttered at the lack of courtesy coming from my father and mentally dived to fix the balance here.

"We think she might be alive. There isn't any real evid-"

"I saw her Liz. Its her." I looked to him, what was his problem? I glanced at mom hoping she was ok, the tears in her hazel eyes led me to believe differently. She turned towards the kitchen, little tears slipping down her face.

"Where?" Her voice still small and a bit shakey now. Dad sighed.

"Here in Manhattan." She sniffened again and her expression broke my heart.

"How . . how is it possible?" Dad leaned back then and I wondered if he had an answer to that.

"I think she faked her death. We never did find a body. . .you know that." I saw mom clench her hands and I looked at my lap. If that was so it meant she was responsible for the deaths of agents. If this was all true . . I'd hold her accountable for the ones we lost trying to reign in Niels too.

Mom ran a hand through her black hair, it was down to her shoulders again and a bit stringy, was she taking care of herself?

"Why would she do that. . .if she wanted away so much . . . she couldn't have just moved?" Her voice was breaking and I thought Id cry with her. I didn't understand anything either, I couldn't make sense of anything. I was suddenly angry at my sister for being so selfish. If it was, indeed, her.

" I think . . ." We looked to dad who was searching the room for something, "she's done something that is really. . . .bad or something she knew she was going to do and needed to start new for it. " I looked at him closer, his eyes were squinted like he was thinking hard. Like a rebellion?

"Look, Liz. " She slowly turned her gaze to dad, was he going to ask her now?

"You want her back?" A few tears escaped her and she nodded,

"Of course I want my daughter back." A daughter that killed, a daughter that lied and stole? I was starting to wonder if I really did miss my twin. How selfish a child to do these things? Yeah her life was a bit on the downside, I could understand needing a vacation . . . faking your death was a bit much though. What did she need a rebellion for either? Yet. . . it did somehow sound like her. . .

"Come back to the bureau, come back to us and help us bring our baby girl back." She looked away again, this time to her feet, bare on the blue carpet. She drew in a deep breath before letting it out slowly and looking up.

"Let's get Fharryn back."

A sigh of relief escaped me as I jumped in our nest, the familiar smells of this tiny home filling my heart with warmth. I peeked at my King as he drew the curtain back and leaned against the threshold and watched me with his great golden eyes, eyes I loved entirely.

I was supposed to be here to think of plans but all I could think of was this bed and him and me and us. I had to get with it here, plans, plans, steps, plans. . . oh he was taking his shirt off. . .no! Work girl! I wanted to gaze upon his beauty and be in his arms and never do anything more. I couldn't, I had to seriously . . . do . . .something. . ..

He was climbing into bed, we just got here, it was the middle of the day and now we were both snuggling up in bed. On the verge of a war. . ..whats wrong with this picture?

I couldn't find one single reason as he layed his arm over my waist before bringing me closer to him. Not a single thing as he kissed me tenderly, kissed me like it was our last time, kissed me like I was the world. . .

He held her tightly to him, a heat enveloping them both as she kissed him with a passion he'd not seen in her since the last time they'd tried this. He ran a hand up and over her ribs before dragging his hand back only to do the same back up only this time under her black shirt. She moved a bit to allow him to lean into her so she could wrap her leg around his waist, her shorts feeling constricting to her. He rocked slowly until her other leg was free and could follow suit of its match, she let out a soft moan.

What were they doing?

Wait, were they . .going to . . .do it? She broke away from him, face red and a nervous chuckle the only sound amongst their breaths. He gave her a concerned look and she looked away. She was 19 years old damn it. She loved this man. She was evil. She gave a small mental laugh at the last reason.

Screw it, literally. She grinned before leaning back into him. This was their day . . .or few days, which ever. She'd figure it out.

Golden eyes scanned the court of the Old Ones, a troll on each flank as he looked for something. He turned and pointed to a humble looking old gent that didn't even make it to his waist. Some low being that could be used and stepped on and such.

"I grow weary of the waiting, find this . . . Knight. Tell her that I will wait no more. It's time to cease this endless circling and begin our dance. . ." He didn't care for dancing, nor circling his prey. No, he didn't even care about this so called knight, ugh, how tedious this was. He'd destroy her then move his way to the Old Prince. Nuada wasn't to be killed though, destroyed, but not killed. He couldn't take his bride if she were dead. . .

The small gnome of a man bowed quickly and ran off in a scuttle of dust and petals. Putrid creatures he was surrounded by. Not as putrid as the humans though, creatures that lived in their own filth and sin and worthlessness.

He was going to change that soon, yes, this would no longer be a 'mans world' but His World. He walked down the court to the new throne he'd had made just for him. He turned to face his loyal subjects before he sat down in one swift motion. The trolls began to howl and growl and bark,

"All Hail King Diarmuid!" He grinned and leaned back, yes, this would be his world.

Note: Goodness e.e I think a few more chapters and it'll be the end : O (Finally or what haha) Special thanks to (anon?) Jackie for . . .damn near reviewing every chapter? haha Also thank you SO MUCH for my newest reviewer, too too kind to me!