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The Necronomicon Affair:
A Nightwalker, Hellboy, Evil Dead crossover
Chapter 2: Just Another Bust?
It was a warmish night in the Louisiana woods, the perfect night for a meeting. That was exactly what the Order had planned at the old Marsh place. Once a luxurious summer mansion for one of the Robber Barons, it was now merely a rotting ruin that was slowly sinking into the swamp. In the center courtyard an altar surrounded by torches had been set up.
High Priest Julio Escobar surveyed the V shaped formation of Acolytes before him. With a motion of his hand he ordered them to unfold the cloth covering of the altar, displaying the holy symbol of the Ogdru-Jahad. He smiled as the sacrifice was brought forth, his first born son. Everything was in order; the master will be well pleased....
Hellboy set the beaching charge on the door to the Chateau's courtard and sprinted to the pile of barrels where Liz Sherman, Abraham Sapien and an ATF Swat team were taking cover. "Okay, remember the plan. Abe, you take the Swat team and pin down those sons of bitches. Liz and I will sweep around back and convince them to surrender. "How do you intend to do that" Abe asked. "I have a few ideas," Hellboy responded with a wicked grin. He took out detonator for the breaching charge. "ROCK AND ROLL!!" with that, Hellboy pushed the button.
The explosion was deafening. 2 armed sentries the cultists had posted on either side of the door to engage anyone trying to crash their little party were neutralized instantly by the blast. The Acolytes immediately dropped what they were doing and grabbed the AK-47s piled up for just such an occasion. Julio began to bark orders.
Hellboy and Liz swept around to the right behind a row of pillars that ran up each side of the courtyard. Hellboy took cover behind a pillar and fired 2 shots at the nearest cultist. He missed.
*** The cultists opened fire on the agents. Abe saw Reese go down, in response he braced his Glock 17 in both hands and leapt out from behind his pillar and fired 3 shots, 3 cultists went down. "Show off" Hellboy snarled, "okay Liz, time to play your hand". Elizabeth Sherman peeked out from behind her column and narrowed her eyes in concentration. She allowed her mind to surround the wooden altar, and let go.... FOOM! The altar exploded sending a shower of burning splinters into the cultists. Some burst into flames. The rest decided that discretion was the better part of valor and fled for another door only cut off by Stevens and his team, who had positioned themselves there. The cultists dropped their weapons and surrendered. Hellboy stepped out of his hiding place and surveyed the situation. The cultists were on their knees and the ATF guys were collecting their illegally modified AK-47s and the paramedics were treating the wounded, but something seemed to be missing. "Oh crap!" Hellboy suddenly blurted out as it dawned on him that the preist and that boy they were about to sacrifice were nowhere in sight. Hellboy look around frantically until his eyes fell on the opposite door that lead into the Chateau. It hung open, creaking on it's hinges. "Weve still got work to do, the High Priest and the boy are inside! Abe, cover me!" Hellboy whipped out his flashilght and carefully stepped inside after sweeping the door with his gun. He had rushed headlong into a dark room once before and was not about to make that mistake again. Inside the air was musty and thick with the stench of mildew. The rooms were empty and the ancient wallpaper hung in sheets from the walls. The door from the courtyard led into a side hallway. Hellboy stepped quietly down the hall, trying to keep his hooves from clocking on the floor. He looked back, Abe and Liz were right behind him. They moved on, Abe watched their six, Liz checked the next room. There were 2 doors one was an empty closet that hung open "like the mouth of a dead man" Hellboy thought before looking to his left. That door led to a vast blackness. At first it seemed to be an endless void, but then Hellboy saw the windows, and the cavernous interior of the home's central foyer loomed before him. He peeked around the doorframe. It had once been a nice place, there was still an end table with a flower vase on it, a magnificent carved mahogany staircase, an M60 aimed right at them, hey wait a minute. "GET DOWN!" Hellboy leapt backwards, knocking Abe and Liz to the ground with his stone right hand. Bullet-holes stitched the rotten wood of the wall where they had been standing just a moment earlier. Liz waited until the firing stopped then lunged out the door into the foyer. "What the fuck are you doing!" Hellboy called after her. It took a moment for High Priest Escobar to adjust his aim but a moment was all she needed. Tendrils of smoke drifted from the fused mechanism, suddenly the gun grew red hot in Julio's hands and started to melt. He screamed and threw it away from himself but it was too late, his hands were covered in molten metal and plastic. Julio Escobar slumped, sobbing to the floor and only stared at his ruined hands until Abe cuffed him. "Lets get your sorry ass to the medic." Hellboy said as he and Abe led the priest away. "Just another day in the BPRD" Hellboy thought.
BPRD Headquarters Fairfield, CT 17 hours later
"So lemme get this straight, this guy is gonna sacrifice his only son to the Ogdru-Jahad? How did he even find out about it, much less manna present his kid to it?" Hellboy fumbled with his chopsticks for a moment trying to get his dinner, take out Chinese, into his mouth before throwing the chopsticks in a trash can at his feet. "Screw it, I'm getting a fork." Liz sighed as she watched Hellboy head off to the rec room before turning back to Abe. "So, Rasputin is involved in this cult, there's no question about it. I mean, look at the symbols the use, all of them point to the Rangarok project." "He may not be directly involved, I mean they could have just found his journal." Abe suggested. "That's a definite possibility, but we need to keep our minds open to anything." Hellboy walked back to their table carrying a fork in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other, the newest member of the BPRD, Steven Wood, followed him. Wood was a remote viewer, a psychic who was trained to spy on people, sent on loan by the Pentagon. Hellboy speculated that the Dept. of Defense probably had hundreds of these guys. Just by meditating, Steven could travel to the other side of the world and watch a the most intimate parts of Russian people's lives if he wanted to. The DOD was understandably stodgy about sharing them with other agencies. "Were do you think they get such fanatical recruits that they are willing to sacrifice their kids, I mean come on! Whatever happened to parental instincts." Abe thought for a moment before responding to Hellboy's question. "Have you noticed that a lot of their recruits are Mexicans? Maybe..." Abe paused "Maybe the Order is kidnapping illegals at the border and brainwashing them." "Could be..." Steve added as he sat down and tossed some files on the table "but the interrogations just got done and I brought those transcripts you wanted." "Good" said Hellboy as he reached for one "let's see what we got here.." "High preist said he had a vision of a 'Master' who taught him about the Ogdru-Jahad" Steve said. Hellboy didn't look up from the trascript "we get a sketch of this 'Master'?" "Yea, right here" Steve handed Hellboy a piece of sketchbook paper, he studied it for a moment before showing it to Liz. "Look familiar?" Liz nodded, that was Rasputin alright, the sketchbook page showed a man in a long robe embroidered with strange symbols, he had an incredibly long, black beard. Hellboy went back to reading the transcript. "Oh, by the way, that priest mentioned seeking the Necronomicon as well." All eyes were immediately on Steve "what?" He asked. "The Necronomicon?" Abe asked alarmed. "Come on, it's just a myth." Liz said "No it aint" Hellboy corrected "you didn't hear about that whole mess up in Tennesee a few years ago?" "No" Liz answered. "Some Professor was in this cabin in Dearborne." Hellboy put the file down and leaned towards Liz. "Well, one night the bridge goes out, see. And the city sends a crew up to see if everything's alright...." "Go on" Liz said. Hellboy continued "they found the Prof's whole family, and everyone else in that cabin, butchered and the book was gone...Poof." Hellboy geustured dramatically to emphasize his statement. "Funny thing is, they never found the Professor's body." Hellboy leaned back in his chair. "Well, how do we know there ever was a Necronomicon?" Liz asked. "Cuz Professor Bruttenholm knew it was. He had a sort of... fell fascination with the thing." Hellboy said. They all were silent for a moment to remember him, Prof. Bruttenholm had been a good boss. He was assassinated by a giant frog-thing that Rasputin had sent in the Bureaus first case involving the crazy old wizard. His replacement, some former CIA Bureau Chief, was a total hardass. "Anyway, if Rasputin is looking for the Necronomicon, what could he want with it?" Abe asked. "There could be a passage that would bring the Ogdru- Jahad into this world" Hellboy suggested. "How do we even know that he'll be able to find the darn thing?" Steve said. Hellboy glanced at the rookie "look, you don't know very much about Rasputin, if there is anyone who would be able to find the Necronomicon, it's him." Steve leaned back in his conference chair and looked up at the clock while Abe, Hellboy and Liz continued to debate possible leads. It was already half past one, this is going to be a long night.
The Necronomicon Affair:
A Nightwalker, Hellboy, Evil Dead crossover
Chapter 2: Just Another Bust?
It was a warmish night in the Louisiana woods, the perfect night for a meeting. That was exactly what the Order had planned at the old Marsh place. Once a luxurious summer mansion for one of the Robber Barons, it was now merely a rotting ruin that was slowly sinking into the swamp. In the center courtyard an altar surrounded by torches had been set up.
High Priest Julio Escobar surveyed the V shaped formation of Acolytes before him. With a motion of his hand he ordered them to unfold the cloth covering of the altar, displaying the holy symbol of the Ogdru-Jahad. He smiled as the sacrifice was brought forth, his first born son. Everything was in order; the master will be well pleased....
Hellboy set the beaching charge on the door to the Chateau's courtard and sprinted to the pile of barrels where Liz Sherman, Abraham Sapien and an ATF Swat team were taking cover. "Okay, remember the plan. Abe, you take the Swat team and pin down those sons of bitches. Liz and I will sweep around back and convince them to surrender. "How do you intend to do that" Abe asked. "I have a few ideas," Hellboy responded with a wicked grin. He took out detonator for the breaching charge. "ROCK AND ROLL!!" with that, Hellboy pushed the button.
The explosion was deafening. 2 armed sentries the cultists had posted on either side of the door to engage anyone trying to crash their little party were neutralized instantly by the blast. The Acolytes immediately dropped what they were doing and grabbed the AK-47s piled up for just such an occasion. Julio began to bark orders.
Hellboy and Liz swept around to the right behind a row of pillars that ran up each side of the courtyard. Hellboy took cover behind a pillar and fired 2 shots at the nearest cultist. He missed.
*** The cultists opened fire on the agents. Abe saw Reese go down, in response he braced his Glock 17 in both hands and leapt out from behind his pillar and fired 3 shots, 3 cultists went down. "Show off" Hellboy snarled, "okay Liz, time to play your hand". Elizabeth Sherman peeked out from behind her column and narrowed her eyes in concentration. She allowed her mind to surround the wooden altar, and let go.... FOOM! The altar exploded sending a shower of burning splinters into the cultists. Some burst into flames. The rest decided that discretion was the better part of valor and fled for another door only cut off by Stevens and his team, who had positioned themselves there. The cultists dropped their weapons and surrendered. Hellboy stepped out of his hiding place and surveyed the situation. The cultists were on their knees and the ATF guys were collecting their illegally modified AK-47s and the paramedics were treating the wounded, but something seemed to be missing. "Oh crap!" Hellboy suddenly blurted out as it dawned on him that the preist and that boy they were about to sacrifice were nowhere in sight. Hellboy look around frantically until his eyes fell on the opposite door that lead into the Chateau. It hung open, creaking on it's hinges. "Weve still got work to do, the High Priest and the boy are inside! Abe, cover me!" Hellboy whipped out his flashilght and carefully stepped inside after sweeping the door with his gun. He had rushed headlong into a dark room once before and was not about to make that mistake again. Inside the air was musty and thick with the stench of mildew. The rooms were empty and the ancient wallpaper hung in sheets from the walls. The door from the courtyard led into a side hallway. Hellboy stepped quietly down the hall, trying to keep his hooves from clocking on the floor. He looked back, Abe and Liz were right behind him. They moved on, Abe watched their six, Liz checked the next room. There were 2 doors one was an empty closet that hung open "like the mouth of a dead man" Hellboy thought before looking to his left. That door led to a vast blackness. At first it seemed to be an endless void, but then Hellboy saw the windows, and the cavernous interior of the home's central foyer loomed before him. He peeked around the doorframe. It had once been a nice place, there was still an end table with a flower vase on it, a magnificent carved mahogany staircase, an M60 aimed right at them, hey wait a minute. "GET DOWN!" Hellboy leapt backwards, knocking Abe and Liz to the ground with his stone right hand. Bullet-holes stitched the rotten wood of the wall where they had been standing just a moment earlier. Liz waited until the firing stopped then lunged out the door into the foyer. "What the fuck are you doing!" Hellboy called after her. It took a moment for High Priest Escobar to adjust his aim but a moment was all she needed. Tendrils of smoke drifted from the fused mechanism, suddenly the gun grew red hot in Julio's hands and started to melt. He screamed and threw it away from himself but it was too late, his hands were covered in molten metal and plastic. Julio Escobar slumped, sobbing to the floor and only stared at his ruined hands until Abe cuffed him. "Lets get your sorry ass to the medic." Hellboy said as he and Abe led the priest away. "Just another day in the BPRD" Hellboy thought.
BPRD Headquarters Fairfield, CT 17 hours later
"So lemme get this straight, this guy is gonna sacrifice his only son to the Ogdru-Jahad? How did he even find out about it, much less manna present his kid to it?" Hellboy fumbled with his chopsticks for a moment trying to get his dinner, take out Chinese, into his mouth before throwing the chopsticks in a trash can at his feet. "Screw it, I'm getting a fork." Liz sighed as she watched Hellboy head off to the rec room before turning back to Abe. "So, Rasputin is involved in this cult, there's no question about it. I mean, look at the symbols the use, all of them point to the Rangarok project." "He may not be directly involved, I mean they could have just found his journal." Abe suggested. "That's a definite possibility, but we need to keep our minds open to anything." Hellboy walked back to their table carrying a fork in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other, the newest member of the BPRD, Steven Wood, followed him. Wood was a remote viewer, a psychic who was trained to spy on people, sent on loan by the Pentagon. Hellboy speculated that the Dept. of Defense probably had hundreds of these guys. Just by meditating, Steven could travel to the other side of the world and watch a the most intimate parts of Russian people's lives if he wanted to. The DOD was understandably stodgy about sharing them with other agencies. "Were do you think they get such fanatical recruits that they are willing to sacrifice their kids, I mean come on! Whatever happened to parental instincts." Abe thought for a moment before responding to Hellboy's question. "Have you noticed that a lot of their recruits are Mexicans? Maybe..." Abe paused "Maybe the Order is kidnapping illegals at the border and brainwashing them." "Could be..." Steve added as he sat down and tossed some files on the table "but the interrogations just got done and I brought those transcripts you wanted." "Good" said Hellboy as he reached for one "let's see what we got here.." "High preist said he had a vision of a 'Master' who taught him about the Ogdru-Jahad" Steve said. Hellboy didn't look up from the trascript "we get a sketch of this 'Master'?" "Yea, right here" Steve handed Hellboy a piece of sketchbook paper, he studied it for a moment before showing it to Liz. "Look familiar?" Liz nodded, that was Rasputin alright, the sketchbook page showed a man in a long robe embroidered with strange symbols, he had an incredibly long, black beard. Hellboy went back to reading the transcript. "Oh, by the way, that priest mentioned seeking the Necronomicon as well." All eyes were immediately on Steve "what?" He asked. "The Necronomicon?" Abe asked alarmed. "Come on, it's just a myth." Liz said "No it aint" Hellboy corrected "you didn't hear about that whole mess up in Tennesee a few years ago?" "No" Liz answered. "Some Professor was in this cabin in Dearborne." Hellboy put the file down and leaned towards Liz. "Well, one night the bridge goes out, see. And the city sends a crew up to see if everything's alright...." "Go on" Liz said. Hellboy continued "they found the Prof's whole family, and everyone else in that cabin, butchered and the book was gone...Poof." Hellboy geustured dramatically to emphasize his statement. "Funny thing is, they never found the Professor's body." Hellboy leaned back in his chair. "Well, how do we know there ever was a Necronomicon?" Liz asked. "Cuz Professor Bruttenholm knew it was. He had a sort of... fell fascination with the thing." Hellboy said. They all were silent for a moment to remember him, Prof. Bruttenholm had been a good boss. He was assassinated by a giant frog-thing that Rasputin had sent in the Bureaus first case involving the crazy old wizard. His replacement, some former CIA Bureau Chief, was a total hardass. "Anyway, if Rasputin is looking for the Necronomicon, what could he want with it?" Abe asked. "There could be a passage that would bring the Ogdru- Jahad into this world" Hellboy suggested. "How do we even know that he'll be able to find the darn thing?" Steve said. Hellboy glanced at the rookie "look, you don't know very much about Rasputin, if there is anyone who would be able to find the Necronomicon, it's him." Steve leaned back in his conference chair and looked up at the clock while Abe, Hellboy and Liz continued to debate possible leads. It was already half past one, this is going to be a long night.