Sorry it took a while to update...I've been busy. There's some graphic stuff in here, but it really depends on your defenition of the word...oh, well.
Enjoy!
;) Titan
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We arrived at a standard-looking building. The vehicles entered the gloomy front gate and came around the back to a parking garage. There, the cars parked and we came through a large door that entered the building.

Meyers spoke into something at his wrist. "Take us to 51." he told whoever was on the other line. Almost immediately, the floor lurched and we slowly descended to another level of a (much larger) building beneath the garbage company guise.

I noticed that on the wall there was a large 51 in a circle; the only door was a richly carved wooden one.

We entered through the door and inside was a large, peaceful office that probably doubled as a library. There were several rows of books; another floor was necessary to house them all. On the bottom level, though, there was a huge tank with some book stands in front, each one housing one or two books, all of them opened. I did a complete circle, soaking in my cozy, warm, book-scented surroundings.

"Wow! Who's office is this?" I practically whispered, attempting not to disturb the peace-filled silence.

Hellboy said proudly, "My father's." Images flew through my mind on what HB's dad looks like. A thought flashed through my mind; Is his dad human, or…..like him? "He shares it with someone else, too."

I felt a gentle probing in my mind. Instinctively, I put up a defense, and the probing strangely stopped. Usually, psychics try to get past the brick wall closing them off from my head.

Thump! I (quite visibly) flinched, unintentionally throwing half of the books off a shelf with my unharnessed power. Immediately, I noticed that the noise was muffled. Thump! I turned towards the fish tank, doubtful that the sound was coming from whatever was in there. "Please turn the pages." I heard a bubbly, static-y voice come from speakers I noticed were connected to the aquarium. A man showed himself from the rather murky waters of the tank. Was he a man? He had light blue skin, no hair, gills opening and closing beneath his jaw bone, had graceful green-blue markings exposed by his bare chest, his large eyes were black with eyelids that came sliding in from the sides, and his hands and feet were webbed.

He gestured a webbed hand towards the book stands. "The pages." He gently urged.

"This is Abraham Sapien." A male's voice said. An old, frail man descended the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

"Dad." I heard Hellboy murmur behind me. He was Hellboy's dad?

"Do you have psychics in this place..erm…?" I wasn't sure what to call the man, but I was still curious about the probing I felt earlier.

"I am Trevor Bruttenholm; please call me Prof. Broom." the man answered, "And Abe here has a unique frontal lobe, which enables him to read a person's thoughts." As if on cue, I felt a welcoming brush against my consciousness.

"Your ability, though unharnessed, contains quite a lot of potential." Abe, the fish-man, complimented me.

"Thank you, but I do know how to control my teke; I just got somewhat of a power boost that I haven't 'harnessed' yet."

"Ah, but you do not know the great extent of your powers. You have learned the basics, but when you receive 100 of it, you will become an extreme danger to all around you." Abe glanced agitatedly at his un-turned pages.

My eyes gleamed red for a split second then became normal as I walked over to Abe's tank and turned the thin pages for him to read. Sure, I knew there are things I don't know about my teke, but the truth still hurt when voiced aloud. After turning the last page, I moved so Abe could read his books and I could get a better perspective of the place.

My hand brushed against the cool glass and I immediately felt a pressure on my skull. I grimaced in pain as I yelped and my knees buckled while images of people, their feelings, a place and a demon flashed through my head. There was a flame-throwing creature in the middle of a crowded subway, attacking anyone who got in its way. I screamed as I saw a young man get his forearms very seriously burned while trying to find someone in the fray. Cringing, my arms became like the boys'; searing pain to add to the immense torture in my head.

Then, as quickly as it came, the vision stopped. I opened my eyes to see Abe kneeling down in his tank next to me, with Hellboy, Broom, and Meyers (Liz wanted to get her room at the BPRD back in order) crowded around me. I tried to catch my breath as Hellboy helped lift me up, careful not to agitate my burned arms.

"You should go get that checked out." Meyers advised.

"No!" I argued. "You don't know what I saw!"

"Actually," Broom put a soft, withered hand on my shoulder, "Abe was able to tap into what you were seeing. He has informed us of what will be happening and we have readied some agents and Hellboy for the event."

My eyes shut tight as Hellboy tensed-------"AAAAAACHHHHHH-----" I held in a sneeze as I couldn't cover my mouth and infect my injured hands, nor could I direct my sneeze in another direction, spreading germs in this peaceful office. "Hey!" I snapped at Hellboy; he was holding me as if a meer sneeze would throw me off balance. "It wasn't a vision! I----VISION!" Images surged through my head as Hellboy was attempting to keep me still. I saw Abe; he was getting torn at by claws of which I couldn't see the owner. Deep gashes similar to the ones I saw materialized on my back and torso, staining Hellboy with blood. The premonition subsided, but instead of seeing the serene environment of Brooms office, I saw black.

Hoped you liked it! R&R!
Titan