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Rating: M just to be safe because eventually we'll have some scene of violence and because eventually we'll be dealing with mature subject matter.

Oh! And before I forget, this is "talking", this is 'thinking' and this is talking in foreign language. Have a pleasant read.

Hellboy - A place to belong

Chapter 5

As the night progressed the temperature was getting cooler, and for Hellboy it was nice to escape the humid winter of England and then New Jersey for somewhere dryer. Hellboy and Havoc, Kimblee and Curtis, Clark and Bradley were going through the neighbourhood on foot exploring every nook and cranny in hope of finding some leads regarding the disappearance of the children. And it was a good first twenty minutes of fruitless search for Hellboy and company. Hughes and Schiezka in the equipment van were coordinating every other teams on the mission accordingly to the finds (Schiezka desperately hoping for the end of their shift so they could be replace by Maria and Winry, so she wouldn't have to listen Hughes incessant blabbering about his daughter).

Hawkeye and Mustang, Elric and Heiderich, who were assessing the identities of the other children of neighbourhood, were ending up dry as well, which in their case was a good thing. Abraham and Armstrong were visiting the other crime scenes and came up with the same scenario each time. Abe extra sense kept telling him that whoever was exchanging the children were leaving behind a feeling of glee like some kind of work well done or anger toward the inhabitants of the houses. And that was only when the traces left were recent enough. And to finish, Archer and Tucker's interrogation of the captured changelings at the post was going poorly, but Hellboy never really expected much from that end.

After a good thirty minutes of search, Hellboy decided to follow the hunch he had gotten earlier, because maybe the problem was more of a local breed, the kind that is generally related to the local folklore. He turned toward Lt Falman who was using his flashlight to lighten up the back alley of the houses they were exploring.

The policeman was looking behind a small shed when Hellboy asked him: "Do you know what the old lady was talking about? About the demon who supposedly attack children with scissors? Because I got the feeling she wasn't talking about me."

"Huh? Oh, you mean the scissor handed demon! That's just an old wife tale, you know the local boogeyman the adults use to scare the children," answered the policeman. "But I mean why? Are you bothered that much by what that old woman? She's just a crazy paranoid old bat, we get at least one call a week from her. She's always giving us complains about everything and anything. She's just a bother if you ask me."

"Let just say that I am a fan of scary story, so humour me." Hellboy demanded. Meanwhile, Havoc continued his search while paying close attention to the conversation.

That left Falman scratching his head under his police cap. "Not really, I am not from around here you see. I just moved in town two year ago when I was dispatched to the station. Heck, I would never have heard about it if it wasn't for the vandalism at the construction site. It was one of my older colleagues who told me about it since he's from around here. And he didn't tell me much about it either, he said that it was already an old story when he was young. "

"Vandalism? Can you tell us about that then?" Asked Havoc in is turn. He was starting to see where Hellboy was going with this.

"Humm, well…" Lt Falman was getting nervous not used to be under inquiry like that. Usually it was the other way around with his job. "It began about a month ago, the construction company where setting their site, just west of here, so they could began the development project. When they returned one morning, all of their machines refused to works, somebody had managed to sabotage them all without alerting the security guard. We were called on the scene but found no clues whatsoever about who did it. So they fired the first security guard and hired two instead. The repairs took a while but they manage to get back to work. But then, the next morning the site was messed up with the machines broken and the guards claimed that they didn't see or heard anything either. The company patched up their equipment's once more but last time it was us who was assuring security. And despite everything they did, it happened again! I wasn't on guard duty that night but this time the site was really vandalized. Paint on the walls, smashed windows, and flat tires, everything I tell you. But what was particular was the claw marks, like something out of a Freddy Krueger movie. " Lt Falman paused to give himself some dramatic. Hellboy found it funny how the policeman was lighting his face from under with his flashlight and he didn't even seem to notice he was doing it.

"There was claw marks everywhere. Scratches and gouges on the walls, everything that looked like it could be cut was. Tires, phone lines, plans, desks, chairs, vests, cables, computers, anything they could get their hands on. The culprits were really throughout this time; the construction company have yet to finish dealing with the damage. No reclamations, no protesters, no messages, no evident motives, no anything. The investigation came up with nothing on how they could do all this without alerting anyone or who and why they did all this. The only thing they determined was that all the cutting was done with scissors. It was that, that tipped off my old colleague, then he went to see the claw marks for himself before he came to a conclusion. The ones who vandalised the site the third time were trying to make it look like it was done by the killer with scissor hands. And since it only a local legend and not widely known at that, it was determined that those who made all the mess were locals or at least one of them was."

After Lt Falman finished his impromptu account, Hellboy was left scratching his chin deep in thoughts. The resurgence of a local monster, old lady raving about it, a construction site getting stopped by seemingly unknown means, all that coinciding with a series of children kidnappings? If he did not know better it was like someone left a big trail to follow. A little too obvious if you ask him, like if this was a polar it would be written in big bold glow-in-the-dark letters: HEY THIS IS A CLUE DUMBASS!

Hellboy didn't believe in clues. They tended to be untrustworthy and generally existed only to confuse honest paranormal detective. So someone was setting something behind this whole charade but he did not know yet the why or who.

How did he know this? In all his years of experience in chasing creatures of every kind, only the sloppiest or mindless ones leave obvious trails like that. And if it wasn't the case, it meant that a sick son-of-a-bitch was playing a game with you. Normally, felonies are generally undiscovered or if they were, the trail had gone cold a long time ago. Hellboy knew that all the cases that the BPRD and himself were solving (or sometime made a bigger pile of crap out of it) were only the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

'So, you wanna play like this? Ok, let see where it lead us.' thought Hellboy. He picked up his radio and called the van: "Red calling HQ, Red calling HQ, do you copy?"

It was Hughes who responded: "HQ here, we hear you. What can I do for you? Or did you just called to get the latest news about my lovely little daughter? Did you know that she's going to turn three in a few days and…"

Hellboy interrupted him before the daughter raving machine could get enough steam.

"Hughes, stop!" Hellboy let out a sigh and rolled his eye, "I need you guys to make a research on «the man with scissor hands». It's a local legend and it may have something to do with a series of vandalism that was done on a construction site in the sector. I want the whole deal: police reports, newspapers, video archives, Google, etc. I want a full report pronto. My team will inspect the construction site; tell the other team to re-deploy so they cover our sector and get Ross and Rockbell to help you if you need it. Oh! And the old woman that was yelling at me back at the house may know something so send hum… Clark and Bradley to see if they can get anything out of her. "

Havoc, who was now beside Hellboy, commented: "I am not sure that sending the Cyclops brothers after an old… excitable person is a good idea. I mean, they are the most intimidating guys in the group beside you. We want her to tell us more, not scare her into a cardiac arrest."

Hellboy stopped and thought about it for a few seconds. Yup, he could totally see them do that.

"Huh, good call." He said to Havoc, he picked up the radio once more. "Scratch that last part, send Elric's team, they have less chance to scare the living light out of the old bitch."

At this, Havoc thought: 'Instead of sending in the scariest of them, you send the guy with the worse attitude and a tamper stable as nitro. I hope that Heiderich'll be able to keep him in line.'

In another part of the neighbourhood, the team compromising of Edward Elric and Alfons Heiderich were knocking at their umpteenth doors this evening. And what a lousy evening it was in their opinions. It wasn't the job that was getting on their nerves, they after all signed up for this gig knowing full well what it was implying despite their teacher, Izumi Curtis, warning. And now they were working at the same place she was and on the same case too. At least they were not in the same team as her (thank god for small favours).

No, what made it a lousy evening was that unless the houses they visited had any children, they were still disturbing people in the evening, even though it wasn't that late. And when peoples learned they worked for the government they received an even colder reception, by two times they were accused of working for the I.R.S. They also been chased of properties by angry residents with shotguns once and attack by small dogs three times (a Chihuahua, a Yorkshire, and one of those who look like a sausage) and to add insult to injury, Edward stepped on some fresh dog poop and was now carrying the sent with him.

Not even an hour passed since they started, it was promising.

The door opened to an (much (much)) older woman, wearing a colourful very short and very clingy dress, who made a happy cooing sound when she inspected the two agents from head to toes. "Oooooooooh, hello there." She said liking her lips "Huuuum, but my anniversary is not until next month."

The two BPRD agents were left frozen on spot and kept staring at the woman their brain not computing what they just saw. It was Edward who snapped out of if first and managed to introduce themselves. "He-hello Mrs. we are from the BPRD and we were wondering if…" before he was interrupted by the women.

"My my, aren't you a direct one. And you stick to your scenario too, such professionalism… I like it." The way that golden age lady said it sent a very cold shiver down Edward spine. The old lady kept talking while opening the door. "Please enter," she said sensuously "It's so cold outside, maybe we could find you a way to warm yourselves up."

Edward probably should have stuck to the mission and respected the agency protocols, but above all else, he should have listened to his instinct, telling him to hightail out of here. But it was the first positive welcome they had all day and maybe they could gain a few information by talking with the old lady. So he accepted, dragging a still shocked Alfons with him.

Four minute later

The house front door opened in a fury letting out a running and completely spooked Alfons who had lipstick smeared all over his face followed by a dishevelled Edward who had all his cloths in disarray, a cuff half ripped off at his left sleeve. He had trouble running for his life while trying to buckle back is belt. He jumped over a fence to joins Alfons in hiding, who had some trouble erasing the lipstick. And Edward did it not a moment too soon as the figure of the practically naked old lady appeared in the doorways.

"Please come back! I swear I give you back your hand-cuff!"

Edward and Alfonse kept low and stopped moving in hope of not being spotted. They began to whisper to each other in order to not alert their presence to the lustful mummy.

"How did she do that so fast?" asked a traumatized Alfons. "She almost, almost…"

"Don't say it! God, it was horrible." Cut Edward, "Her hands were… and she was grinding… brrrrrr." said a truly disgusted Edward. He could not shake from his mind how easy she restrained them and the horrible things she said she would do. He didn't want to imagine what would have happen if he hadn't managed to brake free.

'Winry must never learn what happened here.' Edward thought, dreading what would happen if she ever did.

It was at that moment that their radio went off: "The Van to Elric, the Van to Elric. Do you copy? I got new orders for you, you need to…" was all that Hughes had time to say, in a painfully loud sound in the opinion of Ed and Al, before the two blond men managed to turn-off their radio.

Unfortunately, the old lady heard the radio: "Ah! There you are!" she exclaimed with glee, going outside without bothering to cover her modesty.

The two young BPRD agents bolted from their hiding spot, running away as fast as they could. Whatever new orders they had, it could not be worse than what they just went through.

The construction site was closed for the night but a word from Lt Falman made the policemen on duty let them in. Lt Falman was discussing something with the completely stumped policeman who couldn't believe what he just saw. At least Falman add some sort of warning before meeting Hellboy.

So he left Hellboy and Havoc to inspect the site. It wasn't much to look at, a chain-link fence, two characteristic portable buildings probably used as an office and as a cantina, some fully filled industrial sized dumpsters and a line of machineries such as bulldozers, loaders, trucks, etc. The type you usually see on construction site, noting surprising here. At the end of the lot, there was a half crumbled graffiti covered wall that looked like it was made to hold some kind of large doors. Behind the wall was a barely visible path, almost totally overcome by foliage and weeds. Also, noting of interest there. Obviously, this was just a place to park the equipment and the office of the foreman. 'The actual construction must be taking place somewhere else.' thought Hellboy.

But when you took a closer look you could see what an obvious wreck the place was. It was Lt Falman who explained to them earlier, that the company had to wait after the insurance claim before they could repair anything. The insurance people took a lot of pictures and wrote tons of reports and there was the police investigation too. The site workers only began the repair and the clean up today.

Hellboy was lucky that the machines were still there, because they were probably scheduled to be exchange for new ones, because most of them had too many things broken to be repaired on site.

That way, Hellboy and Havoc could observe for themselves and they both came to the same conclusion: whoever wanted this site stopped meant business. For example, all the tires were flats; either pierced or had huge gouges in them. The cabins' glasses were broken, the exterior looked like someone had a lot of fun with a mace and it seems like there were parts hanging loose from the belly of the machines as if they were torn from them.

Not an easy feat commented Hellboy.

Even he would be hard-pressed to be able to tear things out like that, it would require a lot of strength or even specialised tools. And it would make infernal noise for sure. It was impossible that the guards didn't hear anything. Heck, the neighbours would have heard that, the nearest house was just on the other side of the road, about a stone throw from Hellboy.

And there was the 'claws' marks. Scratch would be more précises and there were lots of those. Too much if you ask him. It was like somebody was trying too hard to make people think it was done by whom or whatever that did these scratches. When Havoc mentioned this to Hellboy, he said that he had the same impression.

Hellboy made a quick stop at the dumpsters who revealed a lot of glass, broken wood parts, wrecked tools, smashed computers and machinery parts such as hydraulic conduits for example. It was those that interested him.

He immediately noticed something when comparing the different sized conduits. The smaller ones effectively looked like they had been cut using some type of scissor; a fact was impressive by itself, because even with huge one or secateurs it would be difficult to cut a rubber conduit of this thickness. But the bigger ones looked like they were cut using some other kind of bladed tools. It made sense if you think that someone, like a human, would need appropriate tools for such work. But what was interesting for Hellboy was the fact that the peoples who did this wanted to make the vandalism to look like it was cause by the 'man with scissors hand'. So why use some other tools like saws or knives? It was evident that the primary goal was to stop the construction and making someone else to take the blame was only a logical extension of the crime in Hellboy eyes. But why the disparity in the methods used? If you wanted to blame it on a man with scissors for hands, the common sense would dictate to use only scissors. Was it a case of overzealousness or not everyone was on the same page?

From what Lt Falman said, the way the place was trashed was only used the third time, the previous ones were plainly sabotage. So why change the method to blame some unconfirmed legend? Or maybe, it wasn't the same group who did it this time around? Too many inconsistencies.

Hellboy then picked up a mechanical part that came from one machine in the dumpsters. Hellboy did not know what it was or what it was used for but he would bet his next pay that it wasn't supposed to be bent like that. The piece of metal indicated that it had been torn from the machine and not dismantled, but what Hellboy was looking for was fingerprints or scissors dents in this case and found none. The scrap metal was covered in grease and dirt, you could see hand prints on it, and from the size of it, they were made by an adult human wearing gloves, probably the inspectors and/or the cleaning crew. The police would have kept it if there was anything incriminating on it. But it also meant that whoever or whatever tore that from the machine did not have scissors for hands. You need a good grip on something if you want to tear it and if the person who did this has scissors for hands, he sure did not use them for this.

So what does all this told Hellboy… Jack shit if not the fact that whoever did this, did a poor job to incriminate someone else. A fervent effort to destroy but a botched up attempt at shifting the blame. He wasn't even clear if whatever that did this was humans or not. Many things pointed out that this should be an investigation for the BPRD, but at the same time humans could be really ingenious in their mischief when they wanted. And in more than one cases, where he would have sworn it the culprit was of paranormal nature until it was proven otherwise. Maybe he should look to recruit those guys on that TV show for the new team, what were they called again…? Oh yes, The MythBusters.

Hellboy let out a sigh. Sometimes having too much experience in this job made you second-guessing everything. Why would his first job coming back wasn't a strait shoot them up kind of mission?

Hellboy and Havoc had finished with everything else outside, next came the small portables buildings, their broken windows covered with plank and cardboard. They climbed up the stairs that led to the door, opened it and were left staring at darkness; the lights of the construction site weren't making it inside. Hellboy palmed the nearest wall by the door looking for a light switch but his fingers kept feeling little notch in the paint and the wood. Finally, he found it and apparently there was no power. The only option left was their spotlight and what the beams of light revealed left them dumbstruck.

The destruction outside was nothing compared to what was left of what looked like the mangled corps of an office. The place was totally and utterly trashed. And he thought that what had been done outside was overzealous? Then here, they went completely bananas. It was like some out control lawnmower was set loose on the walls, the ground, the furniture and even the celling. Freddy vs. Martha Stewart.

Lt Falman's tale failed to even describe the level of damage that was done here. Sure it looked like the clean-up crew had passed before them but barely. They only came to take what they could take to the dumpsters, or maybe they had given up on saving anything else.

"Man… I saw tornados and hurricanes make less of a mess." commented Havoc. Hellboy only nodded to say he agreed with the other agent and went inside.

There was broken glass that crunched under his boots. In a corner he could see a large scratched desk that was broken in the middle. Pieces of paper lying about everywhere, some were big enough to make out part of the blueprints. He bent down to pick one of them; it looked like it was a cut out in the shape of man like the symbol you see on public toilet doors, to be followed by his brother, his sister, cousin, nephew, aunt, uncle and so forth. The garland was made from a single piece of paper folded like an accordion.

"What do you make of that?" Ask Hellboy. Havoc could only stare in incredulity at it. Someone had a twisted sense of humour apparently.

Inspecting the scratches and gouges on the walls Hellboy made the remark about the disparity of the marks form those outside to those found here and also that given the consistency in the overall mess that was the room, the damages was probably done by only one person. But there was also something else that was different from the damage outside. The room was missing the obvious display of unnatural strength in their destruction, having mainly concentrated on cutting, scratching, overturning and smashing thing into one another but without any of the feat of strength seen outside.

Havoc also mentioned that he had seen similar traces on the machines when he did a closer inspection, but in far less quantity than this.

The fact that the room was seemingly destroyed by only one person could be explained by the fact that the room was relatively small and one person would be enough to do the work here when there was much more to be done outside, so one of the culprits probably began outdoor before taking on the building alone. It only confirmed the theory that there was more than one criminal in this case and Hellboy had a strong suspicion that they were not humans. But was it relied to the changeling exchange happening in town right now? Changeling could be strong and somewhat destructive on properties in some cases, but have hardly ever shown a tendency to act into a coordinated group like the one who happened at this construction site. And to put it simply, it wasn't their style.

So what does a construction site and changeling could have in common. And while he was at it, he did not actually know what the site was for. Wonder why Falman did not tell them that detail. Heck, why didn't he ask that earlier? It was an important detail after all. Why did he keep turning around that particular detail and never get over it. It's almost as if something was…

Hellboy train of thought was interrupted once more by a message on the radio.

"Red, this is Hughes. There is lot of traffic in the police air waves. There seems to have another kid that disappeared from his home not ten minutes ago and this time there is no ugly mug that have been left to cover their trail. But there is more… From the research you gave us to do earlier, it sounds like it's scissors-man who did it."

Policeman Falman had also received the news on his radio and he had met the other two halfway toward the exit. He was now leading them toward the latest address of the kidnapping in a hurried jog. Hellboy had given the order to Hughes to dispatch Abe on that location immediately. The fresher the site the better Abe will be able to get a clear reading on it with the hope that this time there would be tracks left to follow.

After having hurriedly jogged for a few blocks in hope to arrive as soon as possible, they observed that the vehicle of Abe and Armstrong was already there with about three other police cars.

Hellboy signalled Havoc to take a look on the outside while he and Falman made their way inside. A police man guarding the front entrance let them through directing them upstairs. Once there, they passed more policemen and tearful parents who panicked even more upon seeing Hellboy despite the effort of the various peoples around them trying to calm them down. There was also a detective in a trench coat at the entrance of what looked like a baby room. He was talking on the phone and seemed aggravated to see Hellboy arrive but did not comment and signalled them to enter.

In a low murmur Hellboy said the first thing that came to his mind: "Craaaaaaaaaap"

Having seen the construction site earlier and hearing what Hughes had said on the radio, which was not much, Hellboy had an idea of what to expect here but maybe it was because the room was fully lighted or maybe it was because it was a kid room rather than a construction site office but this crime scene held way more impact than the previous one.

It was like an adult tiger on Red Bull tried to escape from here.

For Lt Falman, his dread about this night becoming like a slasher movie reinstated itself.

Just like the office at the construction site, the place was trashed beyond recognition but here nobody had the time to do the clean-up. Only this time the marks seemed more… aggressive. But at least there was no blood.

Already in the room, Armstrong was on all four trying to inspect under a drawers probably in search of some clues and Abe was holding his hand on the baby crib trying to sense anything from the particularly abused piece of furniture. In fact everything related to the baby seemed to have get even more attention from the vandal than the rest. Maybe to give a message or something. Hellboy joined Abe to talk with him.

"Got anything Abe?"

"Noting precise", answered the fish man. "Just a lot of emotions, anger and glee mostly from the kidnaper, fear from the child and from the parents as well."

'Uh-oh. Not good' thought Hellboy as he heard that. It's never a good thing when a maniacal kidnaper took pleasure in his work. While he knew that all the children would not be harmed under the care of changeling, this time it was no changeling that did this.

"Kidnaper as singular?" pointed out Hellboy.

"Yes, I can tell that this was done by only one individual."

"Hum… and what else?"

"It was done about 30 minutes ago and about five before the parent discovered the room like this and called the police. I don't get any images or flashes of what happened here, which is strange because seeing the violence used here I should normally be able to see something. I think that whoever did this can mask his presence from me."

"Did the parents heard or saw anything?"

"Not at all, they said it was the fact they did not hear anything from the girl in a while that the mother went to check on her. As she was saying, the little girl was teething and was crying frequently. They didn't even hear anything on the baby monitor they had with them downstairs, and yes, I checked the monitor was open when we got there and it worked properly. They were not lying but I found that the kidnaper put them under some kind of hypnosis."

"What would you say if I told you that I just came from a completely vandalized construction site with a small portable building looking just like that?" said a completely blazé Hellboy.

"I would say that I need to see that place as soon as I am done here." Answered an intrigued Abe.

Armstrong who was now back on his feet let out a hum with his gruff voice: "Huuumm, do you think there is a link with the other kidnappings? It doesn't seem like the same modus operandi than the other cases."

Hellboy counter argument: "There are too many coincidences here."

"Maybe they changed method after they saw we were on their trail and decided not to bother with secrecy anymore." suggested Armstrong.

"I think your half right here Alex." explained Hellboy "The site was trashed almost a week ago before any changeling started to reveal themselves. Whoever did it was trying to put the blame on a local bogeyman, 'the man with scissors-hand' and after we came into town, someone takes away a kid and makes such a show of it? I think we are being misled guys."

"So our culprit is either the changelings or the bogeyman is real and he's the one who did this." concluded Armstrong.

"Not even sure the bogeyman exists, there are many conflicting details at the site. We need more information about this." said Hellboy as he took his radio. "Hughes this is Red, do you copy?"

The radio crackled and Maes Hughes was heard on the other end of the air wave: "What can I do for you boss? If it is about my daughter I…"

Hellboy cut him before he could lift-off into daddy land: "No Hughes, I need that report I asked earlier about the man with scissors-hand."

"Well, we found out that he is real at least. He was some kind of freak show that turned up around here in the mid '50s, with no identity or social security number, just one or two small paper clippings about his appearance in the neighbourhood and something about dog grooming with no photos in the archives. We got more on the police front, there's a case of theft that Schiezka is trying to get form the court but let me tell you that getting something from them at this hour is a miracle on it's own. The guy on the phone wasn't to please to have to get up. Well it'll take more time for that, but we have a police report that says there was a lynching mob because he assaulted a kid. There was also an altercation with a college student and they both died when the floor collapsed in the mansion. The reports are not too clear and it looks like the cases were hurriedly closed for some reasons, probably to keep things quiet. The family of the student left for New Mexico. Elric and Heiderich managed to get about the same stories from the old lady that you met earlier. She kept raving about that people should mob the mansion again and burn the place down or other shit like that. By Elric description she sounded like a lovely old lady and he also said that next time you have an order concerning a senile old cow, you can keep it..."

"AHEM." Hellboy, stopped the operator.

"I did not say it I am just transmitting the message as it is" replied Maes with mirth.

Hellboy reviewed the small report in his head to make sure he got it all and remarked a detail. He brought his radio up to his lips once more.

"What mansion?"

"I don't know." answered the all too enthusiastic father, "The police report only mention it like that «the mansion»."

Getting no answer from that end Hellboy turned toward Lt Falman who had remained standing in the doorway and kept silent the whole time and now awkwardly felt that the attention was now on him.

And so, Hellboy asked him: "Lt Falman, do you know what mansion he was talking about?"

Finding the question rather easy, Falman relaxed and confidently answered with a smile: "Sure."

Hellboy stared.

Falman stared back.

"… and…?" inquired Hellboy like talking to someone who had problem following the conversation.

"And what?"

"The mansion."

"What mansion?"

"The mansion we were talking about in the report." Strained Hellboy to a Falman he felt wasn't really here anymore.

"Oh! Yes the mansion. It's the old mansion on that is on the hill…Well it's not like there's another one."

"What hill?" You could compare the local geography with a table and you would need to go far to get any kind of elevation in the terrain.

"But … It's just there. I mean, you can see it from anywhere across town. We were even at it's base earlier." Said a truly confused Lt Falman.

Now the whole group were giving confused look to each other and Hellboy got out of the room hurriedly followed by the others. Once outside, he found a spot that gave him a good panoramic view. He turned a few time on himself, trying to spot anything resembling an elevation of the terrain. The others joined him and the red skinned detective was about to ask Falman what he was talking about the hill when in the corner of his vision, he spotted a dark fleeting mass that was obscuring parts of the city lights.

He quickly focused his eye on it and without blinking once, he turned.

How the fuck did he missed THAT! It was huge spire of dirt and rock coved in tree in the middle of a town! How do you hide that anyway? It was has obvious as a pimple in the face of an actress. No way, people didn't miss that kind of detail, not without makeup. Magical fay-like makeup and only the makeup artist know of it … and the family too, for they are used seeing her without makeup.

His staring brought the hill to the attention of Abe and the other agents who, judging by the surprised exclamation, just discovered the pimple.

"There's no way changelings can do that." exclaimed Abe, expressing the thought that was on the other agents mind.

Hellboy continued starring at the hill while thinking on how much effort was deployed on making people… forget, no… not noticed it, when he spotted something else at the top of the rock. Whatever that kept this place hidden from his sight before was coming from there because just staring at it made him want to think of something else, and his gaze slipping around it. But with enough concentration he saw what he was searching for.

In between the trees, he could see at this angle the roof of a big building and he would bet his right stony hand that it was the mansion that Hughes and Falman were talking about. Damn that was the most suspicious place in the whole town and having spotted it when they arrived earlier, he would have made a bee line for it. His detective sense was tingling and he needed to check something. He rummaged through his numerous pockets for the maps of the region. With the map in his hand he looked around a little more, checked the name of the streets and did some calculation with the position of the hill, which he remarked that it was a lot easier to spot once you knew it was there.

Hellboy picked the radio: "Hughes this is Hellboy."

"What can I do for you big guy?" Respond Hughes.

"I need you to check who is in charge of patrolling sector E21B3, E21B4 and… F21B3." Said Hellboy checking the map again

"No problem! Let's see, let's see… Hum… Euh… " There was a pause in Hughes speech and you could hear paper shuffling and then you could hear him ask something to Schiezka, witch started a heated discussion that our group at the house could not hear clearly, before a somewhat embarrassed Hughes picked up the mike again. "Hum, hehehe, funny thing big guy, it seems that we didn't assign anyone to that sector. I don't know why we skep over it but I'm going to correct it immediately. I am sending Clark and Bradley so…"

"Don't bother." Interrupted Hellboy. "Me and Havoc will go, keep digging for info on that scissors hands guy and make the round call every 15 minutes now. Also ask Archer if he could get more from the police, he should still be at the station. I want you to give all the informations to Abe, he is now in charge of finding who is Mister Clippers, I am going blind here and I want to know what I am dealing with and where to shoot."

"At the target." quipped Abe.

"Shut up."

Hellboy continued: «If we're not back from the house on haunted hill or if we don't contact you in one hour, get everyone and storm the place, do you copy?"

"…"

"Hughes, did you hear me?"

"… Yeah I heard you big guy, but we just received some news and you won't like it. Police got another call; there was another kidnapping just like the one in the house you're at. The place is shredded like it passed in a thresher."

"Crap."

Hughes turned toward Schiezka: "…What hill?"

Author note: Well here goes chapter five. At least it was done faster than chapter four. In this chapter I decided to focus more on the detective aspect of Hellboy job and I hope I manage to do that. Maybe some of you figured out the crossover by now and I think that I managed to make it believable or plausible at least. I would like to have your opinion on that and everything else you guys think of this fic, because every commentary helps.

Once again I must thank my co-author and beta Shiroyuki9 who posted this story in her account too.

Chapter six is on it's way and I will finally update my profile to keep you informed of my progress.

See ya.