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--Titan

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Still on my hands and knees, I tried to scramble away from the slowly clicking doorknob as fast as I could. Breathing hard, not from exhaustion, but from fright, I dared to look up at whoever was opening the door. There stood a tall, bald man with a brown mustache and goatee dressed in ancient robes embossed with gold runes. Behind him, I saw a sweaty(er) Mr. Oldman and a pitch dark, jet-black swirling mass in the vague shape of a man. It looked as if it could be a living, 3D shadow except for the angry, snakelike blood-red eyes with no whites, just a thin black slit of a pupil.

I had never been so scared in my life. My eyes quickly fogged to a stark, bright white and I was aware of my body at the BPRD doing the same.

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Back at the BPRD…

I was right. Hellboy and Abe were startled to see my eyes shoot open to reveal the bright, scared white that was also reflecting upon my astral self.

"Something's wrong." A worried Hellboy grabbed for his walkie-talkie and quickly flipped to the emergency channel.

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"Grigori…she's come to us…" The shadow 'stepped' next to his servant, "We were just talking about you," it hissed to me.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I couldn't.

It chuckled softly, "Yes, I have that effect on people; even people as powerful as you, Evanescence." It spat my name as if it were a joke. I was frozen in place, held down by those horrible eyes. He laughed humorlessly, "But with me, you will be doing anything but evanesce. With me, your power will unleash."

I wanted to scream for all I was worth as the demon glided toward me. What is this thing!

It laughed again, this time louder. I vaguely acknowledged Mr. O. cower still, but with hope in his piggy eyes that maybe this 'Grigori' and his master had forgotten about his failure and their yet unleashed wrath. "I am, as of yet, nothing, but at the same time everything that people fear. I am nameless, except for my legends in Japanese lore. They call me Sasayaki Noroi. I believe you know what that means."

Whispered Curse. I could only blink in response; I was mute and frozen by fear. (AN: I'm sorry to those people who know the structure of the Japanese language—all I have is a Japanese dictionary, so Sasayaki Noroi's name is translated literally…..yeah…. :) )

Sasayaki Noroi glided further, still. "I see you have many questions. Don't worry about them now; we'll have plenty of time to answer them." He grabbed me by the collar and hoisted me up. His bare knuckles against my skin were so cold it burned. I couldn't breathe as I felt him forcing me back into my body.

Only problem was, he was forcing himself in with me.

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Sasayaki and I were locked in a psychological battle, fighting to the death over who will control my body, and I was losing, for lack of a better word, badly.

When we were back at the BPRD, I was near death; Sasayaki had won. When my body was coming to, I was lying unconscious in the depths of my own mind. For some reason, though, I wouldn't, or couldn't die.

------------------(AN: Because this story is in the POV of Evan, it'll switch back and forth from first to second person depending on who's in control of Evan's body.)

Hellboy watched as Evan's eyes slowly shut again; she was coming to. When she opened her eyes again, they were completely jet black. She groaned, "Where am I?"

"You're at the BPRD again, Kid." He helped Evan into a seating position. While she rubbed her eyes and combed through some pieces of her short, dishwater blonde hair, Hellboy noticed the change in her eyes. "Ya feelin' okay?" He gestured toward her face.

"You mean my eyes?" Hellboy nodded. She responded simply, "They always do that after I astral project." Hellboy noticed there was something different about her, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. It might have been the way she acted now, or the way she moved when she inspected her hands, possibly for injury. Just barely, he heard Evan murmur in a singsong voice, to him or herself, he wasn't sure.

"I'm baaaack…."

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Ooh...cliffie. Sorry.' x ' I'm also sorry it's short (dodges randomly thrown Hellboy stuff). I'll try to get the next chap up soon.

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