"Charlie!" Dom was standing right in front of her, looking at her. Charlie smiled.

"Dom?"

"It's me, Charlie," Dominic smiled.

Then the fire came. Raging towards them, furious. Dom gasped and stood in front of Charlie protectively, facing the fire.

"No! Dom!"

But it was too late. Dom fell to the ground, turning into the mutilated body she had seen on the day he died. Charlie began to weep. "We could have lived, if I hadn't needed protection. It's my fault,"

Dom's haunted face stared up at her, staring into her eyes, blaming her for all that happened. And Charlie cried some more.

But not just for Dom. She cried for her father, her mother, Carrie and Will. Yes, even Will who she hated more then anything. She cried for Will most of all, washing away the hate until she could look up at herself in a mirror and saw in her eyes what she felt for Will.

There was hatred, yet there was also something else. Something deeper. Not love, never love, but an understanding, saying that she couldn't hate Will for being like Dom. Then why did she hate Will?

Then, it hit her. If he had been more patient, taken his time, maybe she could have loved him. But he had come up to her. Had he taken advantage of the fact he looked like Dom? Had he even known? Had he just wanted to get something done and thought she would be an easy target? Or was there really a chance he was sincere?

He couldn't be sincere, could he?

That day in the rain. It seemed so far away. Had Will been sincere then? Did it really matter, since it was never going to happen again? But what did Charlie care? After all, she hated Will.

At least, she thought she did.

At school she passed Will's desk. He was hunched over a piece of paper, scribbling fast.

"How's it going, Hellboy?" She asked.

"I'm not Hellboy," Will bristled.

Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "What's the difference?"

Will sighed and Charlie peered over his shoulder. She saw he was writing lyrics, she supposed, to a song. Maybe what him and Bobby had been talking about the other day.

Out of the rain

Away from the fire

Out of the storm

Away from desire

To kill yourself and be with him

It's not your fault, get out of the rain

Out of the rain.

Charlie froze. Did the creep have any idea how close that was to the day Dominic died? And her dream. The dream of Will carrying her out of the rain. But it couldn't be the same, because Dom's death was her fault. It couldn't be the same. Her fault.

It was all her fault.

"Writing again, Hellboy?"

"They will be the words for my debut hit song," Will explained.

"Oh, so now you're going to become a rock god?"

"Something like that," Will sighed.

Charlie rolled her eyes, "Like I would buy your song, Hellboy,"

William bit his lip.

After school, Charlie was walking when she found that Will had been following her, "What do you want?" She snapped.

"I need to talk to you,"

"About what?' Charlie snapped.

"Me and Bobby, we have a show scheduled,"

Charlie stared back, floored, "A gig? Already?"

Will nodded, "Seems some talent discovered us,"

Charlie waited for him to finish his sentence,

"So, have some tickets for it, Charlie," Will offered her some tickets, which Charlie grabbed quickly.

"Charlie?"

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I love you,"

Charlie spun around, "Well, I hate you Will. So damn leave me alone,"

Charlie rushed away, leaving a stone-faced Will standing alone, eyes watering.

Why? Charlie wondered. Why? She had told him a million times that she hated him. So why did he persist?