"What are you doing here?" Will stared at Charlie, "You hate me!" He waited for an explanation of her strange behaviour.
"I want to tell you how Dominic died," Charlie said, sending Will's mind whirling.
"You, who hates my guts, want to tell me how your ex-boyfriend died?" Will attempted to grasp the situation.
Charlie nodded.
"Fire away," Said Will, and, leaning against the wall, closed his eyes.
He listened as Charlie began her story.
"Dom and I, we were in his red spots car. He was driving me home, when, suddenly, a raccoon crossed our path. We saw it only a moment before we almost ran over it, so then Dom swerved the car. We missed the little raccoon, but hit a thick steel wall. I was thrown out of my seat and back onto the other side of the road. I was badly injured, but I was saved. Dom was not so lucky,"
Will took in deep breath as Charlie continued her story.
"The car caught on fire. People came; they pulled out Dom, but then another cry for held distracted them. They put Dom down where they thought he would be safe. But he wasn't safe. The fire came, and, I could have saved him. But I didn't" Charlie began to cry. "I used to think it was my fault he died, but you showed me, that, that I didn't kill him. Now that I know that, I can love again," She smiled weakly.
"Yeah?" Will asked, opening the door to the dressing room, his mind still whirling, "But love who?"
He heard Charlie behind him draw in a big breath of air, "You…"
"Forget it. You had you chance, Charlie. You wasted it. And no use being sentimental,"
"But…"
Will shut the door in her face and sat down. He could hear Charlie crying outside. "I'm gonna be a rock god. A rock god, you hear me? A rock god! The king of all rock! Elvis Presley, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
Charlie didn't reply.
Will wondered for a moment if he had done the right thing. It seemed so, that Charlie had rejected him and he had rejected her.
After a few moments Charlie pounded on the door.
"Let me in, Hellboy. You bastard! Let me get my damn hands on you!" She was pushing against the door now, Will knew.
He pulled open the door abruptly, and fell onto the ground. Will shut the door so there was just the two of them in the room.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, Will replied "You know I hate that name,"
Charlie just shrugged, "Then make me stop,"
Will grinned, "Ah,
not a chance,"
Charlie smiled softly then laughed. A different
laugh then before. This one was like the wind, blowing through
chimes, and her blue eyes resembling pieces of china.
"Aye, so that's your nickname for life, then, Hellboy,"
"Am I still a bastard?"
"Ah, not a chance," Charlie quoted him, and fell into his arms.
Will smiled, lifted her head up, and kissed her long and deep, much more than that day in the rain. Then the kiss broke off and turned into a deep hug, broken only by Charlie's sweet voice.
"Will, I hate you,"
"Mmm…I know," Will agreed, carrying her soul away.
Away and out of the rain.
