Thanks for reviewing the first chapter Believer29 and Epalladino in such a short notice, I expected the story not to run more than 2 chapters but it keeps growing… so we'll need an extra chapter to get everything settle down.
Hellboy gets home and find Prof. Broom waiting for him in the library.
Please enjoy.
"In Absentia Luci, Tenebrae Vincu", Latin for in the Absence of Light, Darkness prevails.
The elevator descended into the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense main access; you can hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the library all the way through from the main corridor; a moment later the door opens and a large figure that cast a monstrous shadow walks in…the room is warm and cozy, the body welcomes the delicious temperature change… the silhouette takes off a soaking wet brown raincoat and a heavy leather holster with a gun…it had been a long day and not necessarily a good one. The room was quiet and he knew how father hated to see guns in his sanctuary. Something is wrong…he can just feel it in the air.
The individual was upset with himself; you could tell because his eyes were shinning in the dark, he disappeared a couple of hours ago from Tom Manning and Agent Clay after destroying an insignificant monster… he felt frustrated because he couldn't reach Liz Sherman in the "nuthouse" he guessed she was already sleeping, but a couple of patients will have nightmares for a couple of days…it's not his fault they sleep next to her room.
He looks around only to find those six book left in front of the tank for Abe to read (we should include comics in his future choices) he decided to bother his friend and taps the glass of the tank a couple of times trying to get rid of the sensation of emptiness in the room, a moment later a blue figure shows up...he looks surprised.
-Hey bluefish, did you happen to catch something good on T.V tonight? - The creature asked.
-I can't tell I was like always…just reading books- answers back the figure in the tank in a dull tone.
-What's wrong? Did you run out of rotten eggs or something? - replied the creature.
-No, you know I find objectionable that you call me bluefish Hellboy – Abe reacted to the comment.
-Don't worry if anyone else calls you like that I'll rip his lungs out- Hellboy answer with a playful grin.
-Still trying to bully your way into the hearts of other- A voice said from the couch at the end of the library, his voice is unmistakable, it's father.
The room which once was a comfortable and warm place became a gulag in the mind of Hellboy.
-Father- Hellboy received a rush of terror while contemplating a fragile figure that is standing up right in front of him. -I didn't now you were there sir, pardon my language- Hellboy looked at his father wanting to disappear from the face of the earth…Just like a teen caught with his pants down.
-Son, how many times have I told you that you cannot bring your toys into the library? - Prof. Broom told him while looking at the Samaritan.
-The Samaritan is not a toy, is a perfect result of combat engineering- Hellboy answer back with a sarcastic expression in his face.
-Don't get cute with me son- Prof. Broom countered the comment with a serious tone.
-Sorry Father- Hellboy was ashamed that his playful but irresponsible comment harmed his father feelings and he took the raincoat and the gun and put it under the right hand of doom, attempting to exit the room.
-Stop Hellboy, we must talk- Prof. Broom walked toward him and Hellboy who hide his head in his massive torso in reverence…he could tell that his son felt very bad, "a big mouth but a bigger heart" he told himself in an almost inaudible tone.
-Father why aren't you in bed? - Hellboy said in worried tone.
-When you get to be my age you don't need to sleep very much H.B, plus Tom Manning called- Prof. Broom told him. The Professor then put a frail hand on his powerful son's shoulder.
-I can explain- Hellboy started making an excuse.
-Please son, I don't want to hear petty excuses tonight... would you please join this old man in the couch? - Asked Prof. Broom.
Hellboy and Prof. Broom then moved slowly to the couch next to the statue…Abe drew inside the tank respecting a private conversation between a father and his son.
I hoped you like it…Any input and ideas would be greatly appreciated.