Author's Note: This is a story from my old account, ADecentRead. All stories will be revamped and rewritten. That being said, I do not own Hellboy or any of the characters associated with Hellboy. Hellboy is owned by Mike Mignola, Dark Horse Comics and Del Toro. I only own Jessica Hyland and this story.

Jessica awoke to the sound of rain falling outside of her bedroom window. She groaned as she rolled over in the boxy twin size bed and glared at the clock. Seven-thirty, the satanic red numbers glowed at her. She had overslept again. She pushed her hand out from beneath the black comforter and with a whoosh of power, knocked the clock off her nightstand. "Crap," she swore as she pushed her body up and out of the bed. Her stepfather would be home soon, and she wasn't in the mood to face his fist again. Jessica grabbed her black jacket and slipped on her boots. She opened her bedroom window and looked down at the ground. From her third floor apartment, she was about sixty feet from the ground.

"Oh Jessie, where are you!"

She could hear her stepfather's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Jessica gave a wicked smiled as she climbed out the window and jumped to the ground. Landing miraculously.

"God dammit, girl!" she heard as she looked up at the window to see her stepfather glaring at her.

"Hey, I gotta go." was all she could say before she took off on foot. It wasn't the first time that Jessica took off in the night. The worst he would do is call the cops, say she was sneaking out again and endangering herself and possibly others. And then what's the worst that could happen? They'd send her back to the crazy house. Part of her wished they would. At least she would have someone to talk to. "You got to get out of that house." Liz said as she looked at Jessica's beaten, bloody and bruised face. Jessica smiled from under the hood of her leather jacket, reminiscing when she had someone to talk to.

Liz grabbed the cloth and put it in a bowl of warm water then proceeded to wipe Jessica's face with it. She felt so sympathetic and empathic for the girl. Although, Jessica was maybe a year or two younger than Liz, she was definitely strange. And Liz grew up in the epitome of strange. She could completely understand why she lashed out. Killing the twenty-two people in the apartment complex was just collateral damage. Her stepfather was beating her, and bad. Jessica looked up at the television set as the new reporter covered the apartment building where she had been the week before. Liz grabbed the remote, shutting it off. The girl had sent a sonic wave of dark energy from pain and agony through the entire building. "I didn't mean to kill people." She spoke to Liz, as Liz wiped her face.

"I know you didn't, Jess," Liz paused as she looked out the window at the demonic shadow that always seemed to hand around her. Letting out a sigh, Liz continued to clean Jess' wounds, "You have to get out of that house or you'll seriously get hurt."

Jess turned her head towards the window, "I'm not worried about getting hurt." She pulled away from Liz as she got up and stood in front of the window, looking out. "I'm worried about hurting someone I care for." Liz looked at Jess as Jess touched the window, recognizing the loneliness in her eyes.

Liz looked down as she smiled then let out a small laugh, "You sound like a friend of mine. Someone I once knew." Jess looked at Liz as she walked away down the hall.

Jessica turned the corner as she came around to the street fair that had been going on over the past week. It had been months since she got back from the crazy house. Part of her craved the freedom she had recently been given, part of her wished to be someone, anyone else. She stopped by the merry-go-round and lit her cigarette. She took a long drag before letting out the smoke form her nostrils. Giving her and eerie dragon effect. She laughed off the memory, cynically. Jessica longed to care for someone and even more so for someone to care about her. Suddenly, the crowd before her frantically diverged and scattered in different directions. A large bear-dog like creature ran through the crowd and across the street towards the subway. Following close behind was this massive red blur. Jessica watched as she raised an eyebrow, "This is odd." she said to herself as a young man, following the red blur, ran into the street getting clipped by an oncoming car. "Shit," Jessica swore as she ran out into the street. The red blur stopped to make its way towards the man and her. Grabbing the man, Jessica looked up at the car heading straight towards them. She waited to hear screeching tires and brakes, but all she heard was the driver blow his horn. "Seriously?" was all she said as her black wings sprouted from her back. The car continued forward and the young man covered his face, bracing for impact. But impact never came. Stepping forward, her eyes glowed blood red as she grabbed the car and flipped it over them. The car landed on the other side on its now flattened tires with a busted front end. The young man looked up at Jessica. She turned, sheathing her wings as her eyes became normal once again. She looked down at him, "You okay?"

He nodded nervously, "Yes, I think so."

"Good," Jessica answered as she looked up at the red blur. It wasn't a blur but a man. A tall, crimson man with stumps on his forehead where horns looked like they should be and a red tail sprouting from behind. He wore a long brown duster, a black shirt, boots and pants. In his left hand was a massive gun and his right hand was made of some sort of stone. The man looked at her curiously as she looked back down at the young man, "Not a good day to play chicken." The young man looked up at her as she helped him stand.

The red man smiled at her, "Myers, you good?" Jessica noticed how deep and rough his voice was from running. Myers nodded as he kept looking at Jessica. The red man looked at her and smiled, " Thanks," before taking off towards the subway where the creature was heading.

Jessica turned back to see a bald man walking sternly towards her, "And who are you?" he demanded.

Lighting another cigarette, Jessica smiled and blew her smoke in the man's face, "Bite me." she whispered in her most seductive voice before turning away from him.

"Whatever," the man turned away and walked back towards the group of ever growing reporters heading her way. Jessica stalked across the street to the rod iron ladder which clung to the brick building in front of her. No better time like now to leave. Pinching the cigarette between her lips, she grabbed the ladder and hoisted herself up. "Hey?" she heard from behind as she turned to see the young man she just saved.

"Hi," she grunted from behind her cigarette.

"Thanks for saving me, miss? Uh..." His nerves getting the better of him."

Jessica smiled as she lifted her head and looked at him with beautiful, bright emerald green eyes. She removed her cigarette from her lips and threw it to the asphalt. She looked back up at him, "Jess. My name is Jess." The young man smiled at her as he ruffled his good hand through his brown hair.

"Well, uh, thank you, Jess."

Jessica smiled at him as she turned back to the ladder and continued to climb. "No problem, Myers." she called down from the top of the roof.

John watched Jess climb up the ladder. He had had his fill of weird for the day. He sighed and began to cross the street, looking both ways this time. Half way across the road he heard her say, "No problem, Myers." Looking up, he could see her on the rooftop. Black hair danced around her porcelain white face as her green eyes smiled at him. They were bright green, the shiniest emeralds you had ever seen. A moment ago he had seen those same eyes an intense crimson red. The same shade as Hellboy's skin. He also saw the black wings sprout from her shoulder blades. There was no missing that, yet she didn't seem too concerned about exposing herself like that. She had incredible strength, and impeccable beauty, whatever she was. She was also sassy, he laughed as he turned back heading towards Manning.

He waited back at the merry-go-round as he heard Hellboy's voice over the radio, "Hey, Myers, how's your arm?"

"It's fine..." John paused before continuing, "How are you?" Special negotiations; that's what he was supposed to be doing for the government. Babysitting the infamous Hellboy wasn't what he had in mind.

"Just dandy," Hellboy's rough voice and chuckle made John smile. "Hey, Myers. I'm going out for a little bit. Tell Father not to wait up for me?"

"Wait," John's voice in a sudden panic. If he lost track of Hellboy, there goes his career. "I'm supposed to go with you." Not to mention he really didn't want Manning to chew his ass out.

"Hey Myers?" Hellboy asked all too sudden. It caught John off guard as he almost dropped his radio.

"Yeah?"

"Bye..." John looked down to hear nothing but static after that. "Great," he said to himself, "Just great." He lost his patience and threw this radio to the ground, shattering the cheap plastic.