OK...so, this is my first Hellboy fanfiction. I don't own any of Hellboy, I only own my character Evanescence Not the singer, I own nothing of her, either.
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Titan

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Living my life alone, I have learned to take care of myself. From demons to making enough money to keep rent in apartments and food on the crummy decaying table in cheap run-down shacks some people call 'home.'

Why, you ask, is a teenage girl living on her own, away from friends and family and everything else a girl my age should have?

Well, my reader, I am a witch….I think.

I have many supernatural powers, sure, (just about anything with the word 'tele' in it….not telephone, though….) but no one was really there to train me and stuff. I basically just trained myself, so I don't even know the full extent of my powers.

Now I've moved to New Jersey…I had a vision that these people needed help with something paranormal.

Oh, by the way, my name's Evanescence.

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Chapter 1: A New Beginning

I tipped the taxi and headed into the cheap, run-down apartment building. Are you really this desperate, Ev? I asked myself when I came to the landlord's room, watching my step for any rotting floorboards.

"Um…..hi. I was looking for an apartment that would be affordable but still in living conditions?" I asked through the mail slot, a yellowish eye peering through it.

"Who wanssa know?" a voice slurred from the mailslot.

"A customer" I responded. The door flew open immediately. Inside was a man in a stained white (now offwhite) undershirt, low sweatpants, high boxer shorts, with a balding head and 10:00 shadow.

"You Ev'n?" he meant my name, Evan. I had reserved a room earlier……not like a line of people leading outside the door were waiting for one.

"Yup. Is 213 still open?" I asked.

"Nope, s'rry. I don' sell ta kids." The landlord said.

I sighed. "How much?" I pulled out my rather full wallet, the man's piggy eyes widening.

"$50 a munth." he had a mischievious look on his face. His mouth twisted into a smirk.

"'K. Do I pay at the beginning, middle, or end of the month?"

"Ya pay me now f'r the firs' munth." the man responded, his plump hand extending, sausage-like fingers twitching.

I handed him the $50 and he showed me to my room.

"It needs a li'l wurk, but fur an extra $40--"

"No." I gave him a stern look.

He backed away a few steps and opened the creaking door into my….very humble abode. I looked around….it made those decaying houses in horror movies seem nice and clean. This is gonna be a long month.