Title: Through Mari's Eyes
Disclaimer: I own nothing 'except Marsha "Mari" Clemmons and the storyline.
Timeline: Movie-verse in 2006
Summary: Marsha "Mari" Clemmons is a normal young woman trying to trudge her way through life, until her 28th birthday when an attack by a demon changes the way she sees things, literally.
AN: This is a Hellboy/OC, but no Liz bashing whatsoever! This will have hints of Liz/OC yuri also. By the way, I know this chapter doesn't have much humor in it...it's rather dark...but the humor will come in later chapters.

Chapter 1-Encounter

She didn't know how she lucked out getting that $5000 scratch off ticket 2 months ago, and she never questioned it. That money went towards her relocation to Newark, New Jersey from Adel, Georgia, getting a cheap apartment and a running vehicle. But 2 months later, life was now catching up with Marsha Clemmons.

Mari, as she liked to be called, was working as a server and meat slicer in the deli of the local A&P making a measly $6.50 an hour. She realized a week after she moved into the apartment why it was so damn cheap; it was in the middle of the red light/drug district. But it was too late to move; she had lost her deposit after her door had been broke down by police who were trying to arrest a notorious drug dealer and had entered the wrong apartment. The deposit went towards replacing the busted door. Then her car, a 1985 Ford Escort, went caput in the middle of an intersection. It needed not only a new starter, but the engine needed a complete overhaul.

Dead end job, two weeks late on the rent, and having only her feet as transportation, Mari was now back where she was 2 months prior to her $5000 score. Life sucks, she thought to herself as she warily trudged home from work.

It was November 22, her birthday, and she was 28 years old. She had asked the deli manager two weeks earlier if she could have this day off so she could at least relax on her birthday (gifts from her parents never came), but, as always, the manager said he would consider it, and when he put up the schedule for the week, he had her working a 12 hour shift that day giving her the next day off, using the excuse "I thought you said your birthday was on the 23rd!" She scoffed at the words he had used; she knew that he was just being an asshole.

She stopped by a nearby convenience store and bought some snack cakes and a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey. It was her birthday...might as well get drunk for it. As the cashier rang up her items, she pulled the hair tie out of her waist length ash brown hair and ran her fingers through it to give it freedom from its confines. As she waited, her cat like hazel green eyes gleaned the surroundings of the check out counter: condoms, cigarettes, Black and Mild cigars, chewable tobacco, and adult magazines adorned the wall behind the cashier.

After paying for her cakes and liquor, she stepped outside, opened the bottle of whiskey, and took a deep swig, making a face as the contents burned her throat. She capped the bottle and began walking again, having 4 more blocks to pass before she made it to her apartment building. The swallow dulled her senses as she was more comfortable walking than before.

She was only 2 blocks closer to her destination; she took hurried steps because her windbreaker wasn't doing it's job anymore. As she passed a dark alley she heard a sound like someone or something fell from above. Mari knew it would be stupid to go into the alley and investigate the source of the noise, but curiosity got the best of her. What if it someone was hurt and needed her help? She warily eased herself into the alley, clutching the mace spray on her key chain.

"Pretty girl...very pretty girl..."an eerie voice hissed softly, causing Mari's stomach to turn,"We smell your scent...you smell sooooo sweet. Are you a virgin, pretty girl? If so, you won't be for much longer."

On instinct, she quickly spun around and was about to run when she ran into something she could only describe as a thing. It stood about 2 feet higher than her 5 foot stature. It's skin was scale covered and slimy green in color and yellow, crooked and jagged teeth protruded from his upper lip. He had white wisps of what Mari assumed was hair and his ears were pointed protruding above his head like horns. As his blood red eyes surveyed her from head to toe, his black forked tongue glided across his yellow teeth. Mari dropped the bag in her arms, the bottle of whiskey smashing on the ground as she slowly and cautiously backed away.

"No where to run, pretty girl," the green scaled creature wrapped a scaly clawed hand around her forearm and with the other, it began to caress her well endowed bosom. It inhaled raggedly, tilting its head backwards, and as it exhaled, it's head lowered, crimson eyes peering out under heavy eyelids, "You're ripe...you will give us a son."

As soon as those words passed the creatures lips, Mari let out a blood curdling scream. There was a sudden blow across her face and she found herself sailing through the air. Her head slammed against a building's brick wall and her body slid down with a thud. Everything went black.


Serpine, an ancient reptilian demon with only one agenda: to breed. Hellboy had managed to destroy the demon's brood, the offspring he had created by raping 5 innocent girls. A few days after the girls had been raped, his vicious offspring emerged, bursting through their abdomen and leaving the poor girls to die. Hellboy had lost track of their patriarch, and he worried that the demon would again try to breed with another innocent girl. He made a mental note to shoot the idiot who summoned the malicious creature.

"Damn!" Hellboy cursed aloud, gleaning his surroundings with serious amber eyes while gripping the Samaritan tightly in his left hand. "Where the hell did you go?"

He got his answer when he heard a terrified scream. The scream sounded as if it were in the immediate vicinity. So lizard breath's nearby...Good to know. He knew he needed to hurry before the Serpine...Hellboy started in a dead run and leapt over a 6 foot wooden privacy fence, his tan duster bellowing as he landed into a small dark alley. As he had feared, the Serpine was crouched over his 6th victim, ripping into her clothes.

"Hey, ugly!" Hellboy roared, attaining the occupied demon's attention. The Serpine rose to full height, enraged that he had been disturbed, standing only inches taller than Hellboy, who was a towering 6 foot 9 inches, "You know, I don't take kindly to demons who like to mess with defenseless girls and I'm NOT making an exception, in your case!"

"Not so fast, red one," the Serpine leaned over the girl and clutched her throat in his scaly clawed hand,"One step and we crush her neck!"

There are a lot of things that perturb Hellboy. But only a few things that anger him to the point of rage. Threatening a young girl's life, especially if it's Liz's, is one of the few. With a roar much like a battle cry, Hellboy charged forward, taking the Serpine aback by his sudden attack, and smashed his massive stone right hand into the Serpine's face.

The reptilian demon staggered backwards a few paces and dodged the next incoming punch. With all abandon, the Serpine began to slice into Hellboy's crimson skin with his claws, bringing forth spatters of blood from his face, chest and arms. Hellboy started to shield himself from the clawing force of the Serpine with his massive stone hand, gripping the Samaritan, waiting for an opening to fire it at the scaly beast.

Finally, seeing his chance, Hellboy fired his shot at the Serpine, knocking the beast a great distance backwards. The scaly creature lay motionless, but Hellboy wasn't quite convinced that he was dead. He ambled towards the motionless Serpine and fired 5 more bullets into him to make sure he stayed that way.

After replacing the Samaritan in it's holster, he moved quickly to examine the young girl. Her shirt was ripped but her white lace bra and khaki pants remained unscathed. Hellboy exhaled in relief; he had reached her in time. He placed the middle and forefinger of his left hand against the side of her neck and watched to see if she was still breathing. She was breathing steadily, but her pulse was slow...too slow. That's when he noticed the blood on the asphalt flowing from her head.

"Red to Myers!" Hellboy spoke through his communicator, an air of dire seriousness in his voice, "I've dealt with the Serpine but I've got a civilian down. She needs serious medical attention on the double. I'll stay with her 'til you get here."

"Roger that, Red," a static-muffled voice replied, "Myers out!"

"You're gonna be all right, sweetie," Hellboy told the young girl as he gently brushed her ash brown hair out of her face.

He regarded her for a moment, turned away, then, reminding himself that his relationship with Liz hadn't worked out and that he could look at pretty girls all he wanted, he examined her face again. She was pretty...that was obvious. His eyes scanned her long ash brown hair, the thick lashes from her eyelids, her delicate nose, her slightly pouty soft rose colored lips. He smirked slightly as he thought about what it would feel like to kiss those lips. Then his eyes darted downward to her chest. He almost toppled over, seeing her ample breasts and how they looked like they were about to burst out of her white lace bra. He wasn't really a breast man, hell, Liz was barely a B cup. But this girls breasts were hard to ignore, especially when they were right there in his face.

If Hellboy could blush, he was sure he would have blushed right then. He felt the blood rush from his body straight down into his nether region. Quickly, he took the shreds of what was left of her shirt and covered her chest, giving the girl some dignity and him some relief.

It wasn't long before Agent Myers arrived with a group of agents. The agents quickly tried to conceal evidence of the Serpine by bagging the body and cleaning the blood from the asphalt. A stretcher was brought into the alley, agents gently securing the girl onto it. Hellboy glanced at Myers.

"She ain't goin' to Newark Medical?" he questioned the young FBI agent.

"Manning wants to make sure she wasn't infected," Myers replied running his fingers through his short mouse brown hair and staring down at the half-demon with his shocking blue eyes, "She'll get the treatment she needs at the Bureau."

"She's not infected," Hellboy rose to his feet, towering over the agent, "I got to her in time."

"Not that I don't trust you, Red," Myers spoke, slightly intimidated, "But Manning wants to make absolutely sure."

"Manning's an idiot," Hellboy grumbled as he fumbled around in his pockets for his Zippo lighter to light his half smoked cigar.

"They'll just check her out, then send her to Newark Medical," Myers reassured Hellboy, "She won't remember a thing. She'll be able to go back to her life as if none of this had ever happened."

"Hmpf..." Hellboy grunted, letting the cigar smoke pour out of his mouth. He then smirked as he mused over the girl's pretty face, "Too bad."


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