And so the drama continues!!
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Hellboy cracked his neck inconsistently when arose from his bed. It had without a doubt been a long night. In fact the theory of sleep had been lost to him, all he kept seeing was Liz's angry expression and the hurt that sparkled in her eyes when she left.
He could hear something incredibly annoying coming from the main hallway. He sighed and threaten to ignore it. Whatever the emergency was...he didn't feel like saving the world now. All he wanted to do was brood over the previous evening's drama. But when he got dressed he noticed how often he heard his phone beep., He thought it odd that breakfast had not arrived yet, so he was inclined to go outside.
His eyes nearly sprang out of his head when he noticed two dead agents lying on the floor with large puddles of blood at their feet. The sight was horrendous but it was wall to wall people: people taking photographs of the bodies and dusting for prints and so forth. He was ready to approach the scene when Clay came up to him with dark circles under his eyes and a grave expression on his face.
"Red..." He began.
But Hellboy wasn't listening he simply looked further in the distance to see his father and Abe talking, so he knew they were all right but there was someone missing. He turned to Clay.
"Where is she?" He asked with fear threatening to conquer his voice. But Clay just looked at him sadly and lifted his head. He opened his mouth to speak but Hellboy never gave him a chance to answer. He just stomped over to Liz's room and nearly punched open the door.
Her bed was unmade and a small traces of blood was staining the beige carpet. Clay came behind him, but Hellboy never so much as turned his head.
"That's the thing Red...." Clay began. "We...We don't know..."
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Dark. It was dark. That was the only thing she knew at that point. The darkness enveloped her like night on a open forest with no moon to lighten the scenery. She tried to look around but when she attempted to open her eyes she found herself still attached to the darkness. And when she tried to stretch she could feel a warm slice of blood trailing down her hands. They were tied together, and from what she could tell it was a sharp wire, and with each movement it cut through her delicate skin, desperate to emerge itself in as much of her blood as possible.
She tried to stand up, but it appeared that the same situation was invoked on her ankles and with the sudden movement she could feel at cold pole at her back and more wire around her waist. She screamed in pain. But she cut it off admittily...because she could smell danger, and the remote feeling that harm was coming her way.
Liz felt a warm, bitter tear slide down through her blindfold. No...she insisted! She wouldn't cry, not now anyway. She had to keep her bearings in check, she had to figure out were she was...and what was going on.
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"What in the hell is going on here?!" Screamed Hellboy as he began his persistent pacing throughout the board room.
His father was also just as persistent however, and arose with haste worry in his face.
"Son, please you have to calm down... I'm sure we'll figure everything out once-"
"No! Doesn't anybody here understand? She could be hurt, or in pain, or even..." His voice lowered and he turned suddenly and placed his hands on the desk behind him. Abe was silent as he placed a hand on Hellboy's shoulder.But Hellboy simply shrugged his friend's expression of affection off. He growled loudly and shocked a large handful of people by pounding his solid stone hand through the oak desk.
The professor closed his eyes and excused the rest of the busy people in the room who were making phone calls and going over files, and soon the only three people in the room was Abe, Hellboy, and Broom. The silence could of killed him... he swallowed hard and looked up to his father.
Broom removed the small rosary from his pocket and placed it in Hellboy's hand.
"No matter what happens..." He said. "She'll be all right."
Yeah!" Said Abe with a positive tone "She's a tough one...I'm sure everything will be fine..."
Despite the encouragement Hellboy couldn't hear anything but the sound of his heart breaking.
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Footsteps.
Liz definitely knew they were foot steps. But her lack of senses had branded her from knowing where they were coming from. She had been conscience for what she had assumed was several hours yet nothing had happened. She thought about several different methods of escape yet they all seemed fruitless. She could have simply blown up anyone and anything that had taken her, but the idea soon left her with the disappointing fact that she had no clue where she was.
Yeah sure, she could have torched the entire place...but what if there were other innocent people here? She thought...who weren't immune to fire. The risk of stealing more souls with her abilities didn't seem like an option anymore, so she went back to square one. But the sound of approaching footsteps made her think back and stiffened her form with terror. Yet the footsteps were only outside of wherever she was. And soon after, the sound of a squeaking microphone was ringing in her ears...tourching the last sense she had left.
"Good Afternoon, Ms. Sherman." Said a deep voice from the speakers that she guessed were all around her. And soon laughter follow the response.
"I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but you see we have something of a problem here..." The voice started again.
"What do you want!?" Screamed Liz, but even though she tried her speech was far more horse than she would have expected.
"Now there's no need to be so vicious... I'm simply a business man Ms. Sherman...and as being a business man I'm used to...trading shall we say?"
Liz was boggled by the statement and obviously the speaker could sense her confusion.
"I happen to understand that your friends with a...very unique creature shall we call him. And in fact I believe he holds you very near and dear to his heart...so I've proposed a simple trade: him for you."
Anger began to rile in Liz mind and she could feel the heat building around her...calling her to be realized.
"Oh, by the way..." The voice said matter of factly. "My associates and I are very much aware of your abilities, and even if you were so ignorant as to use them... Well the room you are currently in is insulated with ultra fireproof stimulants. But even so, I'm imagine it would be rather painful to attempt such a thing anyway...considering there are several young children in the room next door..."
"You bluffing." Liz accused even though she forced the flame out anyway.
The laughter continued, but finally stopped after a long interval.
"Maybe...but are you sure you want to take that chance?"
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Hellboy cracked his neck inconsistently when arose from his bed. It had without a doubt been a long night. In fact the theory of sleep had been lost to him, all he kept seeing was Liz's angry expression and the hurt that sparkled in her eyes when she left.
He could hear something incredibly annoying coming from the main hallway. He sighed and threaten to ignore it. Whatever the emergency was...he didn't feel like saving the world now. All he wanted to do was brood over the previous evening's drama. But when he got dressed he noticed how often he heard his phone beep., He thought it odd that breakfast had not arrived yet, so he was inclined to go outside.
His eyes nearly sprang out of his head when he noticed two dead agents lying on the floor with large puddles of blood at their feet. The sight was horrendous but it was wall to wall people: people taking photographs of the bodies and dusting for prints and so forth. He was ready to approach the scene when Clay came up to him with dark circles under his eyes and a grave expression on his face.
"Red..." He began.
But Hellboy wasn't listening he simply looked further in the distance to see his father and Abe talking, so he knew they were all right but there was someone missing. He turned to Clay.
"Where is she?" He asked with fear threatening to conquer his voice. But Clay just looked at him sadly and lifted his head. He opened his mouth to speak but Hellboy never gave him a chance to answer. He just stomped over to Liz's room and nearly punched open the door.
Her bed was unmade and a small traces of blood was staining the beige carpet. Clay came behind him, but Hellboy never so much as turned his head.
"That's the thing Red...." Clay began. "We...We don't know..."
*~*~*~*~*
Dark. It was dark. That was the only thing she knew at that point. The darkness enveloped her like night on a open forest with no moon to lighten the scenery. She tried to look around but when she attempted to open her eyes she found herself still attached to the darkness. And when she tried to stretch she could feel a warm slice of blood trailing down her hands. They were tied together, and from what she could tell it was a sharp wire, and with each movement it cut through her delicate skin, desperate to emerge itself in as much of her blood as possible.
She tried to stand up, but it appeared that the same situation was invoked on her ankles and with the sudden movement she could feel at cold pole at her back and more wire around her waist. She screamed in pain. But she cut it off admittily...because she could smell danger, and the remote feeling that harm was coming her way.
Liz felt a warm, bitter tear slide down through her blindfold. No...she insisted! She wouldn't cry, not now anyway. She had to keep her bearings in check, she had to figure out were she was...and what was going on.
*~*~*~*~*
"What in the hell is going on here?!" Screamed Hellboy as he began his persistent pacing throughout the board room.
His father was also just as persistent however, and arose with haste worry in his face.
"Son, please you have to calm down... I'm sure we'll figure everything out once-"
"No! Doesn't anybody here understand? She could be hurt, or in pain, or even..." His voice lowered and he turned suddenly and placed his hands on the desk behind him. Abe was silent as he placed a hand on Hellboy's shoulder.But Hellboy simply shrugged his friend's expression of affection off. He growled loudly and shocked a large handful of people by pounding his solid stone hand through the oak desk.
The professor closed his eyes and excused the rest of the busy people in the room who were making phone calls and going over files, and soon the only three people in the room was Abe, Hellboy, and Broom. The silence could of killed him... he swallowed hard and looked up to his father.
Broom removed the small rosary from his pocket and placed it in Hellboy's hand.
"No matter what happens..." He said. "She'll be all right."
Yeah!" Said Abe with a positive tone "She's a tough one...I'm sure everything will be fine..."
Despite the encouragement Hellboy couldn't hear anything but the sound of his heart breaking.
*~*~*~*~*
Footsteps.
Liz definitely knew they were foot steps. But her lack of senses had branded her from knowing where they were coming from. She had been conscience for what she had assumed was several hours yet nothing had happened. She thought about several different methods of escape yet they all seemed fruitless. She could have simply blown up anyone and anything that had taken her, but the idea soon left her with the disappointing fact that she had no clue where she was.
Yeah sure, she could have torched the entire place...but what if there were other innocent people here? She thought...who weren't immune to fire. The risk of stealing more souls with her abilities didn't seem like an option anymore, so she went back to square one. But the sound of approaching footsteps made her think back and stiffened her form with terror. Yet the footsteps were only outside of wherever she was. And soon after, the sound of a squeaking microphone was ringing in her ears...tourching the last sense she had left.
"Good Afternoon, Ms. Sherman." Said a deep voice from the speakers that she guessed were all around her. And soon laughter follow the response.
"I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but you see we have something of a problem here..." The voice started again.
"What do you want!?" Screamed Liz, but even though she tried her speech was far more horse than she would have expected.
"Now there's no need to be so vicious... I'm simply a business man Ms. Sherman...and as being a business man I'm used to...trading shall we say?"
Liz was boggled by the statement and obviously the speaker could sense her confusion.
"I happen to understand that your friends with a...very unique creature shall we call him. And in fact I believe he holds you very near and dear to his heart...so I've proposed a simple trade: him for you."
Anger began to rile in Liz mind and she could feel the heat building around her...calling her to be realized.
"Oh, by the way..." The voice said matter of factly. "My associates and I are very much aware of your abilities, and even if you were so ignorant as to use them... Well the room you are currently in is insulated with ultra fireproof stimulants. But even so, I'm imagine it would be rather painful to attempt such a thing anyway...considering there are several young children in the room next door..."
"You bluffing." Liz accused even though she forced the flame out anyway.
The laughter continued, but finally stopped after a long interval.
"Maybe...but are you sure you want to take that chance?"
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