To those who reviewed me, I really want to give you a big THANKS to all. Some replys I want to give:

Epalladino: I couldn't think of the much for the beginning, so that's what I came out with (eh…) And I'm thinking about a few choices for the story to go on, haven't really decided about it yet… Will think of one later…

Theshadowcat: Actually, I was thinking about the name Zacharias instead, but when the spelling and grammar think went on there was another suggestion: the name Zachary, and I felt Zacharias was a little bit strange so. And yeah, now that you say it, the part when Zachary's mother comments, It's a bit weird. Maybe I'm going to redo the chapter just a bit later on.

Ok, on to the story!

Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, 8 .30 p.m., February 24 2000

Murmuring something about pancakes, Hellboy slept peacefully on his bed, however leaning dangerously close to the ledge of the mattress on his left, which he could fall off any moment. Then everything happened at once.

They, pretty unfortunately, chose the wrong time to set off the sirens.

At the same time, Hellboy jolted awake from his good dreams, muttered, "What the…" and flipped to his left onto empty air, before his half-asleep body landed on the floor with a loud crack onto the concrete floor.

Ouch.

HB winced, finally awake, and supported himself up with his normal left hand from the now cracked bedroom floor, think about 'getting someone to mend the floor again'. (He had done this a few times, and once he landed with such fore that he nearly went through the floor.) Knowing he was in for another mission, he grabbed his big overall coat and put it on.

Seconds later, an agent (A new one called Jack Macthre, 18, Hellboy remembered) suddenly slammed the door wide open. Hellboy turned and Jack turned to him, quite unused to the sight of the more-than-7 feet tall demon, stuttered, " T-T-There's a new mission, M-Mr. Hellboy…"

Feeling slight empathy for the poor guy, who was quite unnerved, Hellboy strode over to Jack and patted lightly on the back (with his left hand. of course).

" Just call me HellBoy next time, alright?"

11.55 p.m., London

After a quick mission briefing and a flight to London, Hellboy and Abraham Sapien (otherwise known as Abe) were heading in one of the BPRD's garbage trucks, towards a small village said to have been attacked by a pack of strong werewolves.

Which was unfortunately what Hellboy hated. However, due to the grumpy mood he had woken up to, he was delighted that he could bash up some of them to appease his anger.

Past an eerily dark forest, Abe suddenly tilted his head towards the forest, his eyebrows arching downwards a little.

"What's wrong, Abe? Something out there?" Hellboy, concerned, asked his human-amphibian friend.

"Yes. I feel a strong feeling of darkness… A mixture of mostly anger and sadness, from the depths of the forest." He replied, "Do you think…?"

"It may just be them. STOP THE TRUCK!" Hellboy yelled over the grinding noise of the truck.

Stopping, both friends got out of the truck, with Hellboy holding a large spotlight flashlight, which he now turned on, and they headed into the sea of darkness, with only the light to guide them.

12.20 p.m., London

First-Person POV:

I sprinted around in the forest in my werewolf form, warming up. I looked like a werewolf, but I was conscious in the mind, thanks to the potion Aunt Edna made for me to keep my mind conscious during my change. She knew about my condition.

I was struck by a pang of hunger and a need for fresh water. Slightly- energy sapped, I slowed my pace and headed towards my bag for my water bottle and snack I had prepared earlier.

As I gingerly padded towards the moonlit cliff my ears suddenly pricked as they picked up a scream, and the pitter-patter of paws on grass.

I followed the sound stealthily, gently controlling the weight on my paws so I did not make myself more obvious to the enemy. From behind a tree I watch the scene in curiosity.

A gang of fierce-looking teenage boy punks were chasing a fearful girl in her sixteen's (even though I was more then a few feet away from her, I could clearly hear her heart beating madly away) towards the edge of the cliff.

Approaching the rocky side, the latter and former slowed until the girl stood precariously on the edge face slightly shone by the moonlight. I panicked when I saw the details of her looked very, very similar to those of my best friend, Tina. She had brown long hair, blue eyes and a one-sided earring.

I cursed. She always got into trouble so damn easily.

Everybody in the gang (who too, seemed to have detected her fear) was grinning crazily, before they stared at the moon and started twitching, then they too, morphed into werewolves on the spot. This made Tina scream more loudly, and my wolf senses sprung.

I lunged at the first wolf, knocked down a second one, and I managed to topple them over the cliff, sent them falling to their painful deaths. I turned around, hoping they were still shocked from my sudden appearance, and attacked a third one, managing to bite his throat so hard that fresh blood started spilling out. I tossed its body towards two more others, and rendered them unconscious.

Turning around, the ringleader took the chance and bit my ear before I knew it. Howling, I attempted to throw him off, causing more pain. He, stilling biting onto my ear, pounced on me and pinned me to the ground.

He let go of my ear, before growling softly into my ear, " You're a cute lil' one. Wanna be my girlfriend?" grinning madly.

I instantly flared up, knowing what he thought of me very well, snarling back," Not on your life, ass!" My hind paws went under and lifted him with great force that he landed on the ground with a loud crack, which meant he had broken a few bones at least.

I could feel a darkness rising in me. Rats! I forgot to control myself! The wolf, awaking from the strong surge of anger, took over my consciousness and I could do nothing but see through my wolf eyes the other unfortunate guy being ripped to pieces by the thing that was I, yet not really me.

After having taken revenge, I managed to wrestle the control of my body with much effort, and turned to Tina, hiding behind a tree, who was still stunned by being rescued by another wolf. I tried to growl at her to scare her off, so she could be safe.

However, the impact of tiredness from the fight hit me like a bomb. I collapsed and felt drowsy, before blacking out. However, the last thing I remember was seeing red...

TBC

How was that? Took me 2 days to write this up. Probably, I might not be able to update the story due to my exams coming up soon, may not go on for a week. Will try to update 1 more chapter before this happens.

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