I do not own Hellboy, Abe and all the other characters found in the Hellboy movie or comics, but I do own Bell and Diane.
This is my first fan-fiction and first story so PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE review. I want to know if I should continue writing or stop wasting my time. Sorry if you think I portrayed Abe and Hellboy wrong. I haven't read any of the comics but I have found what I can in the movie and the movie… novel…book…thing and other Hellboy fan-fictions. I'm also doing a comic with a friend of mine (she did the female fire-bender story. Read it. It's good) and if you are interested that info will be coming soon…If I can ever remember to talk to my Webmaster. Any way I hope you enjoy my story almost as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also check out my Phantom of the Opera fan-fiction: Broken Hearts. The story line isn't as good as this story but the wording is the best I've ever done.
Snow danced in the air and dropped silently around waste management services building. The building seemed normal enough except for the ever-watchful security cameras. Beyond that, nothing appeared out of place. Slowly the gates creaked open and a large black garbage truck slid out onto the road. Nothing out of the ordinary… at least on the outside.
Inside the vehicle Hellboy stared out at the world though the one-way glass holding his massive gun, the Samaritan, in his stone right hand as he loaded it.
"You're never satisfied, are you?" a voice behind him inquired.
"Another day, another demon," Hellboy sighed. He yearned to go out side and play in the snow. May be start a snowball fight or two. Then he remembered what happened last time he got out and frowned.
"That hasn't stopped you before," replied the owner of the voice as he continued to put on his equipment.
"Abe," Hellboy sighed to his friend, shaking his head then stared out the tiny window again. "See? Look at her." He pointed to a teenage girl all bundled up in the fading light. The forest of wildly curly brown hair hung, hiding her face, as she kneeled down on the ground giving all her attention to her untied shoe. She quickly disappeared as the truck continued to speed by. " She doesn't have to worry about getting the Navy, Army and god knows what else sicced on her." The truck sped away to its destination and the awaiting demon, while back at the Bureau there was an uninvited guest.
Bell watched the black garbage truck disappear in a flurry of snow from the corner of her eye. It was time to set her plan in motion. She knew the truth about the so called "waste management services" building and planned to use that to her advantage. The girl tugged the hood of her sweatshirt over her head, hiding her face and started off toward the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense at a rapid walk. Her knapsack pounded against her back.
"Could you make the trip any bumpier?" growled a sleepy, sarcastic female voice from Bell's pack.
"I'll see what I can do," hissed Bell as she stared trotting.
"Great, Thanks," grumbled the annoyed voice.
Moments later the large gate loomed before them. Bell slipped in the bushes nearby and pulled her sweatshirt off before tying to her bag. Next she brushed the snow from her eyelashes and tied up her hair up so it wouldn't get in her way. Bell put her pack on and crawled out of the bushes. The girl examined the gate for a while. The7-foot fence would be no problem. She scanned the area above. Trip wire? Maybe. Either way she'd have to avoid it. Good thing she spied it other wise she could have be en badly hurt. The girl's golden brown eyes flashed excitedly. This would have to be a big jump.
"Ready?" She asked her pack's resident.
"Do I have a choice?" sniffed the voice. The girl ignored her pack pest and took a few steps back before running in a full sprint and vaulting over the fence while the security cameras glared at some other area of the entrance. Bell smirked at the simplicity of her intrusion. There was no truing back now. Not that she wanted to. A cat's head popped out of her sack. The cat mewed,
"If you're done playing leapfrog, can we go inside already? I'm freezing my paws off here." Bell ignored the cat but turned to the door, a cocky smile playing on her lips
Yes I know the wording is really bad but I started writing this a while back so…I don't know, but I deserve a bit of mercy. I started Broken Hearts after this story so (as I mentioned before) the wording is a whole lot better. Honestly.
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