Ok guys here's chapter two. Hope you guys like this so far. I'm not really sure where I'm going to go with it but reviews are always helpful!

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The pain pounded through her brain as though it was trying to punish her. It was beyond antagonizing and her soul screamed for mercy against the dreadful feeling that lingered in her head.

... The yelling, the accusations, agruing...always arguing. It was all the same, and the hateful words between her family continued to echo through her brain. It was so painful she could swore she saw colors dancing around in her brain as though they were trying to escape her vengeful memories.

It was as though the misery of a thousand broken hearts had taken over her in a combined effort to destroy whatever was left of her sensitive mind.

Liz hated these damn headaches, it seemed as though someone was intentionally putting them there to drive her mad. And frankly they were doing a good job... It was unbearable. So much so she was willing to once again lye on the nasty mastress that she had at least cleaned earlier. And it wasn't long before sleep once again found itself way inside her mind.

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How dare they? I don't freaken get it. It doesn't make any sense. And what's the big deal anyway?

Angry didn't quite describe the feeling that was running through Hellboy's mind. In fact it was probably a new feeling that he didn't exactly appreciate. First of all they said he wasn't allowed to meet her quite yet because Father wanted her to get used to the place before he introduced the two of them.

He wondered why and when he asked he was told that it was because of he's certain outward openness toward other people. Abe was allowed to meet her because he was more suddle and well-minded. And frankly no one wanted poor Liz to be scared away the first time Hellboy lost his temper.

But that's still not fair, I was here first. And when he suggested that fact to his father he was awarded with an accusation of being insensitive and inhumane. That's when then the fireworks really got set off. They argued several times that day and still had found no conclusion. That was until the good old professor locked him in his room and had several agents guarding the large metal door.

But luckily Clay and Reynolds actually believed he had gone to bed early and he managed to sneak out once again. He hadn't been out all day and longed for a little freedom. Actually even the short trip to the kitchen seemed like something to be excited about. So as he made his way down he could hear the faint sound of some one whimpering. At least he thought he heard something...

So he crossed the hall quietly expecting to see some kind of intruder, yet when he put his ear to the door he could only hear a retractable little sound that sounded like... Crying? It couldn't be could it? Who in the world could possibly be crying. He decided to inspect but the sound stopped as soon as it had started, so in a haste he blamed it on not having gone out all day and proceeded to make his way to the kitchen.

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Everything was dark when Liz open her eyes for the millionth time that night and she was welcomed by an interesting sound roaming the hall. Thinking that it was an immediate threat she silenced the tears that she hadn't even realized she was shedding. She lied in bed for quite some time using her pillow to try and control the pain rushing through her body a thousand times over. Yet the undefined darkness that centered the room was making her feel as though no hope lingered for sleep...at least for tonight. She thought.

And with that thought she through on a small black sweater and decided that her destiny that night was to explore.

She walked down the corridor slowly desperate to try and observe anything she could. How I am suppost to call this place home? She considered. At least that halfway house had people I know. But now I'm just stuck here with no one... She witnessed another tear making it's way down her cheek yet crushed it with her hand before it could surface to her chin.

She admitted she was a little surprised when she saw the kitchen door open. And was that...a light at that? She approached with caution as was her curse and gently slid herself into the crack of the welcoming opening of the large door.

A certain soft musical melody entered her ears and gave off a pleasant atmosphere, and when Liz looked around she noticed the refrigerator door wide open and a tail shaking back and forth?

Liz quickly rubbed her eyes in disbelief yet she could not deny the sight in front of her: a very very large something stepped away from the refrigerator with a large plate of lunch meats and cheeses. He hummed happily and danced around as he grabbed a plate from one cupboard then a knife from the silverware drawer. Which Liz didn't realize was very nearby her, so she retreated by expunging herself in the nearby shadows. But her feet just seemed to push themselves forward as though they were being controlled by something she couldn't quite describe.

Her eyes found themselves on the small hand-sized radio on the nearby countertop and recognized the song as something off of the latest Johnny Cash record. Liz laughed...

She didn't know why but she just really felt like laughing, who ever this guy was he was randomly dancing around the large table in the room. He seemed like such an interesting creature, and he was just...generally happy. It was a nice sight to see.

Yet still she naturally covered her mouth with her hand when she felt as though she was really going to crack up. But still toward the end of the song when he tried to spin around and fell over well... That was just it, Liz broke loose with an intense laughter that she was sure she had never experienced before in her life.

This laughter obviously caught a sore Hellboy's attention, and as he turned his neck in the direction of the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He felt as though something had struck him in the heart, some strike of lightening had hit him in the head... And he had never felt anything so amazing in his life.

Because in the corner of the dark doorway stood a simple figure with long brunette hair, and the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen in his life. And she was laughing as though he was the greatest thing in the world. He realized the moment he noticed him noticing her she stopped and headed her eyes to the floor as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Why was she staring at him? ... A sudden nervous ran through him and as he tried to stand up he slipped once more on the incoming mustard that lined the sandwich. Liz let out another laugh then quieted at the thought that maybe she was being rude.

"I'm...I'm sorry I didn't know anyone else was out here" she shifted uncomfortable and had a tender wish in her heart to be anywhere but there at that moment. She walked over to him slowly, but he just stared at her completely speechless and totally entranced her big brown eyes. She leaned over him with a smile in her eyes

"Do you um... Need a hand?" Liz lead out her hand to him but quickly retracted it back when a slight glare of pain came back to her. And instead of returning it she turned around just begging to be free from his big yellow eyes.

With obvious conscience Hellboy found himself once again and stood up but only after with much effort. And felt a large sense of disappointment (and not only because his sandwich was on the floor.) But to his amazement he noticed this women was clutching her head, her eyes shut, muttering something to herself he couldn't really hear.

"Are you alright?" He asked placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder. She turned around and gasped when she realized just how close he was. But when she looked up at him and noticed his large yellow eyes gleaming with concern...the migraine began to subside.

And they just stood there for a moment or two, each inspecting the other in wonderment. God she's beautiful thought Hellboy and he had a deep urge to hear her voice again remained in his soul.

His stare didn't make her uncomfortable just...dizzy almost. She blamed it on the migraine that had just recently felt but there was something else in the air that made her find her voice.

"Hi, my name is Liz Sherman" she whispered while holding out one of her shaking hands. He hesitated slightly before he decided to do the same and held out his hand to take her pale one.

They stayed like that for some time Hellboy couldn't get over how soft and warm her hand was, but he didn't have the time to think about it long because she gently pulled it away from him and re-wrapped her arms around herself. She looked down before she proceeded to walk over the large mess on the floor nearby and clean up whatever she could with a small rag. He bent down next to her, just silently begging her to look up at him with those eyes again.

And he got his wish when he said quietly, "Um...I'm Hellboy"