Yo. Again. I REALLY LIKE WRITING THIS STORY. SO HERES ANOTHER CHAPTER.

Disclaimer: I dont own hellboy.

Alison

By the time we were out in the fresh october night air and had our coffee, I was a happy camper. I was gnawing on a large hard sugar cookie and listening intently to Myers and Liz talking. "No, no. Hes determined, he's unstoppable." "Most people would call that stubborn. I got your coffee." They switched coffees. "He's just strong." "Yeah, that he is." I watched them sit at a park bench. I moved over to them. "I'm gonna go, do... Something. Over there. With that tree." Liz smiled and Myers glanced at me oddly. I made a strange face at him behind his back and Liz smiled. I sat myself down a few feet away so I could listen.

"My uncle used to say, we like people for their good qualities. But we love them for their defects... He loves you, you know." I tuned out the rest. Red had never said he LOVED Liz. But it was obvious. Had Liz never noticed it? Or did she just pretend not too? Both were very good questions.

"OW! Hey, hey who threw that!" I looked over. Myers was holding his head and searching around. My brow creased with wonder. "What the..." I searched the roofs... AHA! There. I could see Red's head and some kid's just above the top of the building. At that moment though, something happened, a picture, just a flash. I didn't even see it, then I saw more...

"ALISON! GET THE OTHERS!"

Pictures... Professor Broom... On the ground? Why is he there? Who are those people.. Is that the Ninja who almost killed Clay?

Why is there blood around Professor Brooms neck? The message became more frantic.

"ALISON! FIND LIZ AND HELLBOY! WE NEED THEM!"

Abe? Whats going on...

"PROFESSOR BROOM!"

Oh no...

I held my head as the pictures faded. Abe had sent me a message. I heard cars approaching. "Liz..." I stood up and glanced at Red over at the building. I watched as agents piled out of the cars. "Liz, Alison... It's the Professor." "What?" Liz asked.

Oh god no... Please no...

"He... He's dead..." "NO! No not him, no!"

Abe? I just saw Professor Broom die didn't I?

"Yes... Professor Bruttenholm is dead..."

I stared with my mouth agape as Hellboy cradled the lifeless Professor Broom in his arms.

Why? Why god? It wasn't his time to go.

The tears were falling silently down my face. I had watched Professor Broom's death.

It wasn't time for him to go... He still had a long time to live. Long enough to see HB and Liz finally kiss.

Liz had her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Comforting me as I sobbed into her black coat.

Dear God, I never quite understood why Prof. Broom was so faithful in you. With all the shit in his life. Manning, handling HB, taking me in. He risked so much. Now you go and kill him off? I guess I understand you now. In a way. THis is what was meant to happen. I can hear Manning talking about going to Moscow to get rid of the Sammael once and for all. But thats not all were doing is it? I understand now. But geez... I've never seen Hellboy cry... I mean look at him. He's a demon reduced to this... I understand... Amen.

I break away from Liz. Moving almost ghost-like over to Hellboy. I kneel down next to the big guy and place a hand on his trembling shoulder. He looks at my gaunt face. I see the tears in his gold eyes. I look at him with tears still falling from my own green eyes. I take off my glasses and snap them in two. I don't need them. I stare at him and mutter. "I'm sorry." He dosen't understand me. And I know that. But Abe and Professor Broom do. And the latter is not with us anymore. I break down. And Liz comes and pulls me away. I walk out of the room.

... And deliver me from evil...

Amen.

I had to find Abe.

"Abe?" I choked out as I entered Abe's temporary room. He is in his tank with a sad face and his rubix cube floating a few feet away along with a few rotten eggs. It's obvious he's in the mood for neither. "Hello, my friend." I slump to the ground by his tank and lift my hand to sit on the glass. "Why Abe? Why did you send ME those images?" He shrugs. "You were the first person I thought of who could control them." "What do you mean?" "Hellboy would go into a fit of rage. Liz would probably erupt." "Oh... But... Abe... Now i'm stuck here... Should I tell Red? Should... Should.. I don't know what to do. Professor Broom took me in and gave me the best home I ever had. And... I watched him die." I sighed. "I don't think you should tell Hellboy. He might not like it." Abe said. "Yeah.. I know. But, Abe, I don't think I can live with this in my head. It's like the poltergeist is back."

A while back, I had been posessed by a poltergeist on a Halloween mission. The spectre had let me live. But it left me alone and scared on the streets with no memory of anything. Except Hellboy. I remembered seeing him in my head constantly. It was only on Halloween of next year did I stumble upon Hellboy shooting a monster in the head did I start to remember things. So now it was like that. The voice in my head telling me and showing me things I didn't want to hear.

"Alison, come here." He motioned to the glass. Confused, I put my forehead against the cool glass. It felt nice. My eyes closed as I felt a cool wet sensation in my brain. It tickled. When it disapeared I looked up at him. "What did you do?" "I supressed the memory. It won't bother you as much now." "Thanks, Abe." "Anytime, my little friend."

Alison

When I woke up my imediate thought was as follows:

Why do I feel like shit?

Then the memories of the past few days came rushing back and I sat up in bed. I glanced at the clock. 4:42 November 4th. It had only been a few days. But it felt like much longer. The BPRD was in mourning. Everybody loved Professor Broom. And now he was gone. I remembered breifly today was the funeral. With a tired sigh I looked around the room, it wasn't exactly normal for a 15 year old girl.

Randomly placed potted plants, a TV, a PS2, a Computer. Posters of the Marx brothers and the three stooges. A blown up image on the ceiling of my favorite LIVING actor, Ray Park. A bookcase stuffed to the bursting point with thick hard cover books. A large metal desk covered in scattered paper, drawings, and pencils. I smiled at the sketch of Hellboy, Liz, Abe, and Clay I had done one day.

With a heavy heart I left my room still in my pajamas. My cat Littlefoot following me. I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. The dim light caused another shadow to appear. I looked around. Red stood there watching me. I quickly made myself a cup of hot chocolate and turned to him.

"Just, just so you know. It was Kroenen. That did it. Abe... Abe showed me." His tail twitched and I left, heading back to my room. I sat on the end of my bed as I finished my drink. Putting the mug down on my bedside table I stared at the clock. It now read: 5:34 November 4th.

Alison

By the time the funeral procession was underway, I was the only one without an umbrella. I saw Liz and walked away to the side of the road where the least people were. My hair was plastered to my face and I was soaking wet. Facing out over the cemetary I watched the clouds growing darker. With a deep sigh I looked up at the buildings and saw Red. He looked like a statue, and twice as still. I wasn't crying. I was beyond crying now. I walked towards the building and moved into an alleyway where nobody could see me, I began to rise up to the roof of the building, a root under me. I kept as close to the wall as possible, and when I reached the roof I hopped off and the root retreated.

Making my way over to Hellboy I watched him a few feet away. I saw his eyes flicker towards me. "We... Were going after them right? The ones who started this shit?" He nodded. "Good. Cause I know were all out for blood now." He didn't move. I understood why. But I could see, by the look on his face that I was right.

Liz, Abe, Me, and Hellboy were out for blood.

I LOVE THIS CHAPTER... SO MUCH. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

-Blitz