Ah, gusto. I'm back again, and this would most probably be me my late time posting for this week.

Replies:

Cutelittlekitten18: I might not make a HB/OC pairing but if I don't I'll make another pairing or I won't make one all.

theshadowcat: I'm using the comic book Abe, 'cause I read mostly comics, but I haven't watched the movie. When it comes out on one of the TV channels I have I'm definitely watching it! Sorry if I do misuse the words, I do that by habit at times. Thanks s lot!

Epallandino: Yes. I'm not born English. I just try my best to make the story easier to understand. And definitely, I agree that some of the writers posting here don't really have good grammar/spelling (no offence). Sometimes I can't even understand what they are writing! I like the stories you post. Got to comment that you area great writer. )

Anyway, anyone here knows how to make the borders that you add to the story stay intact when you post it? It seems that if I post a chapter with borders, the borders disappear when viewed 'live'! Please make a review if you know how to make them appear again! But for now, onwards to the story!

DISCLAIMER: Hellboy definitely does not belong to me

1st person POV:

Purple. I woke up seeing purple walls. Fortunately, the ceiling above me was a white-grayish color. It gave my eyes some relief from those dark colors around me.

It seemed that someone had recently cleaned the room. The nasty smell of the collected dust however still lingered around the corners of the bedroom. It gave me an awful sneeze.

I tried to sit up properly, but a jolt of pain shot up my arm and I winced. With only my left arm, I managed to sit upright with some difficulty, and I saw that my right arm was in a cast. I must have broken it during the fight.

Anyway, what day was it?

I observed my surroundings. A window on the wall in front of me was half opened. No wonder it felt stuffy in here. Sunlight poured in, and I thought it was around evening.

I turned left and spotted a metallic square clock. I saw that it was about 5.36 p.m., and beside me was a sidetable, and a book.

I turned the other way and saw a brown wooden door. At that moment, the door opened and a woman stepped through.

She was in her twenties, her hair a dark brown. Eyes a dark gray color, she smiled. " You finally awake?"

I nodded hesitantly, still a little unsure to trust her. I asked," Where am I?"

"You're at the BPRD. The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense." She replied.

I was quite confused by that." So… What do you people do?"

" We protect the world from the paranormal…"

Wait a minute…"They won't do anything to me, would they?"

She laughed, and she softy replied," No, of course not, otherwise they would have killed me too." To prove this, she held up a gloved hand, and suddenly a fierce, red flame illuminated it.

I was amazed. I read before a term others would call someone who could make fire out of thin air." Cool! You are a pyro-something, aren't you!" My eye nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight.

"Pyrokinetic. And, yes, I am one." She unclenched her fist and the fire was instantly gone. Her head slowly turned the other way. I looked up and I saw that her eyes were fallen, and I saw her smile disappear. I instantly knew I made a mistake.

"Err… What's your name?" I quickly changed the subject.

"Elizabeth Sherman. Just call me Liz. You are Zachary Lycaon, correct? We found out from your friend." She smiled again.

"Tina? She told you people… Wait! What do mean by 'we'?" My mind was in a jumble again.

"There are others like you, and me in the Bureau. Hellboy and Abe brought you back here, with Tina. We managed to find out everything about you from her. She's currently resting in a room we prepared. But now," Liz said, "It's about 6 p.m. You would like some dinner, I presume, after a day without food?"

My stomach clenched. Guess I'll have to ask the questions later. I sighed, and I nodded." I'll like some more meat. Skipping a day's meals make me feel hungrier! And, a last question. Can I go out of the room and around BPRD?"

"Ok, but be careful about your arm. The doc says you arm is seriously broken. Break it again and you can't use it again ever. You may want to go to the library downstairs after dinner." Liz suggested, before she stood up and headed for the door.

"Thanks for the suggestion!" I said, before she left the room. I grinned when she closed the door. Perhaps staying here won't be as bad as I thought.

I thought I could slip down to the library she mentioned, but the growling of my stomach made me abandon my idea. Perhaps after dinner.

Apologies for the short chapter, but I don't have much time with the computer 'cause I have to study! I'll try to make the next chapter longer to make it up. By the way I got a livejournal account. My profile is at my homepage on my fanfiction account.

As usual, READ AND REVIEW thanks! EgyptianAnubite