Ngoc Chau does not own Hellboy

Here is the second chapter. Please read and review at the end.

To note, this is more movie-verse than comic-verse.

Johann quickly typed in the code to the new wing with phenomenal speed in his fingertips.
The door opened with a whoosh.

He stepped in first and gestured formally wth his hand, "If you allow me, Agent Le."

Quartz looked suspiciously at Johann.

Why would Nancy need Johann as a guide, when she had a perfectly good one standing right there?
She had him since she first joined the BPRD!
He knew her and there were times when she was feeling off.

Who else would know how to console her?
Who knew how she liked her melons sliced?
Who knew which bedtime story she loved to read even though she was too old for it?

It felt like he was being a little too friendly to this girl.
Quartz suddenly asked, "Joha-....uh..Dr Krauss, it's my job to be Nancy's guide. You've already done enough."

"Nonsense. Aside from zis, I vould like to have a small talk viz Agent Le."

"About what?"

Nancy interrupted Quartz with her usual cold-laced voice,
"Agent Quartz, if Dr Krauss wants to talk with me, it is acceptable. We will be working close together till Agent Sherman delivers and come back in service from her maternity situation."

Now, strangely enough, Quartz was starting to show his true form as a father figure instead of a sure agent worker.

"Nancy, you shouldn't trust boys so easily" he warned as he knelt down to his knees holding Nancy's shoulders. "If you ever need help or he does something inappropriate, just holler and I'll come right there for you."

"If it assures your worries, I expect you to check up on me every 5 minutes or so until I cry for you."

"That a girl." he smiled as he stood up and ruffled her hair.

Nancy brushed away Quartz's hand and grabbed for Johann's hand. It felt so rough and metallically cold that she could feel it though her gloves.
She closed her eyes behind those blackened sunglasses.

Then she began to probe Johann's mind a bit again.

She realized why Johann was being so close to her now, a little affectionate as well. It was because she reminded him of his wife. Not by looks alone, more so their auras.
She could feel the linger of his wife that remained scarred on his psyche.

She pitied him, her heart bled for him, but not so much that she would drop her shield for him.
No, she couldn't..not after what happened that time with Yi-Wei.
No, she wouldn't dare make the same mistake and cause so much pain for that again.

She could see how he used to look before he was just ectoplasm.

He was a handsome man, with thick brown hair and warm brown eyes that were deemed as serious.
Her blush grew again.
My, there were a lot of handsome agents here.

She almost rejoiced happily to be in this case, but her stone guarded heart refused to let her show more of her emotions. The farthest she could show, was her blushing.

She searched and tapped at his memories, his thoughts, and all that there was to see.
Typical, he was how she read him before.
Nothing changed except for that frustration with Quartz's suspicions.

Johann led them through the 5 steel door to show a room that looked fairly normal.
The theme of the room seemed to be dark crimson valour.

The room seemed to be circular from the lack of corners, probably due to some sort of superstition, really.

The walls were about the only things that were not crimson besides some frames of furniture.
There was a lounging couch that had tenth stars etched into the bottom, again, due to some sort of superstition probably.
The lights were all florescent, but hidden in the disguise of a crystal chandelier.
The walls had small mirrors adorning them.
The floor was carpeted with thick short substance.

Aside from the round starting room, there were 2 doorways that led down another 2 halls. One could guess that one hallway was for Quartz to stay in while the other was for Nancy.
From the 4 spaced out doorways, the rooms appeared to be
a bathroom,
a bedroom,
a study,
and a closet for clothing and storage.

Johann still held onto Nancy's hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He pointed to the narrow hallway on the left,
"Agent Quartz, ve have already prepared staying arrangements und brought vhat luggage came first to us in your room. I hope you don't mind zhat ve have already chosen for you, your rooms."

Agent Quartz casually walked toward the path that Johann had pointed to, "So, the stuff....my stuff....is down here?"

"Ja, Agent Quartz."

Quartz walked down, he seemed like a giant in the narrow hallway,
"Okay.....thanks for everything. I can help Nancy unpack now and you can go back to work or whatever you have to do here..."

"I hope you have not forgotten that I vas to have a small talk viz Agent Le."

"I didn't forget about that, I just hoped you did."

Nancy, even through her blindness, could tell that both men was having a serious challenge on who was the more superior. Before anything could and would happen, she decided to intervene. "Agent Quartz, Dr Krauss."

"Yeah?"
"Ja?"

"I think we should get down to business." She faced a vague look everywhere, "Agent Quartz, it would be best if you called your wife and tell her that you are finally here. Perhaps it would be a good chance to see and spend time with your wife before she goes to the hospital."

She grabbed for whatever hand she could then, Quartz saw her hesitation and grabbed her hand to help guide her, she immediately seemed more confident.
"Dr Krauss, if you want to talk now, then we should talk as soon as possible because I have some things to do."

Nancy suddenly looked around and pointed in the direction of the red lounge. He quickly led her there and helped her get seated. She gestured with her hand,
"Go on, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Johann cleared his throat, "I actually zhought zat it vould be best to talk in privacy, perhaps in your quarters vhere no vone could hear us."

Quartz's eyes went wide and crazy.
He charged at Johann, "Whoa whoa whoa! What do you think you're doing."

"Right now, trying to have a conversation viz a fellow agent."

"I thought you were just going to talk out here. If you want to talk in her room, I'm coming along!"

"You should really listen to me. Vhile you're in my sect, on my team, I could have your badge removed."

"You try it, Gas-bag!"

"Vhat did you call me?!"

"I call 'em as I see 'em. When someone is just gas in a bag, they're 'Gas-bag', Gas-bag!"

She was getting very frustrated now.
Men were so immature.
She could not believe how this was going nowhere.

"Just stop! Agent Quartz, go call your wife and use the phone in the front!"

She reached out to just grab someone, Johann was smart and he dove in for her first.
"Dr Kruass, we'll stay here and talk."

No one seemed to have the gall to move after seeing the emotionless girl explode like that.

"Go now!"

Quartz ran out with the result of him just banging on the metal doors with his fist to just get out. As soon as Quartz was approximately a few yards away, Johann sat down across from Nancy on a sofa chair.
"I vant to talk to you about your file."

"Go ahead." she answered as she started to take off a layer of clothing she had on, first was her jacket and her mask. Under she wore a turtleneck that was thin and showed the long length of her neck. The turtle neck reached down after her waist to cover the buckles of her slacks that were also done in the grunge style of bondage. She sat straight up with her back not even touching the seat, her legs all erect with one crossed over the other and her hands in her lap.

"On your file, it had not mentioned zhat you vere blind, so I believe zhat you are not actually blind."

"Why would you already assume that?"

"It's how you look at everyzhing."

"What? Would you care to explain?"

"It's how you stand, how you move, everyzhing about you. You appear to be studying vhat you are looking at. So, it leads me to believe zhat you're not really blind."

"You're right. I'm not really blind, but it's safer to be in a kind of blind state than how I actually am."

"I knew it, however I don't understand vhat you're talking about."

"Allow... allow me to show you." She carefully moved her sunglasses, with some hesitance, down the bridge of her nose to reveal that her eyes were a creamy white. But slowly, but surely, that milky colour of her irises turned darker till it was a warm chocolate brown.
She closed her eyes and pushed the sunglasses back on to cover her eyes.

"Your eyes can see, but vhy do you turn it blind?"

"I turn it blind for everybody's protection." She unstrapped her boots and sat cross-legged on the sofa. "You see, aside from psychic techniques, my eyes have powers."

"Powers? But of course, zhat isn't very different from Agent Hellboy, Agent Sapien, Agent Sherman, or myself."

"Yes, but I... I...can kill with these powerful eyes."

There was a silence.

"Is there anything else that you would like to know, if not, I will have to ask you to leave for me to start unpacking."

"Yes zhere is." He gestured to her eyes, "Like before, I saw you change your eyes, vhy not keep them that way? It vill be easier for you on missions and you von't always need Agent Quartz."

She sat back and a thoughtful expression crossed her still stern face,

"Think of it in this situation. Pretend that there's 2 ditches and a small space between the ditches, about 3 inches wide.
Now, you are expected to balance on that small space if you want to keep the state you in. Because in one ditch, there's cold water, in the other is hot water.
If you fall, you will be wet, but it's more comfortable to sit in water than to stand and blance on a thin line. For me, it is that very case. Either I wear my deadly eyes or I hold blindness to myself. To have it at a balance where my eyes are harmless and I can see is very tiring because I have to concentrate more on it than my telepathy or psychometry."

"I see."

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"...."

"... Dr Krauss?"

He stood up and walked to Nancy. Nancy still kept her gaze straight, as though she still assumed that he was sitting right across from her. But his heavy footsteps told her that he was gone and moving away from his seat. She suddenly snapped up even more.
"Dr. Krauss? Where are you now?" She put her hands up to try and see if he was in front of her or so.

Suddenly, her gloved hands met with his and she faltered with a blush, "Dr. Krauss?"

He gripped her hand back as he knelt down, "Agent Le, I just-"

Suddenly, there was a loud banging at the door. "Johann! That's long enough for a small talk! Open the door!"

Johann turned his head back and argued, "Agent Quartz! Can you not see zhat I'm still having a conversation here?"

"No, I can't see! Open the door!"

"Can't you do it yourself?"

"If I could, I would've opened it right now! I forgot the codes!" More banging came to the door.
Johann stood up, as he did, he turned back to her and nervously suggested, "If you ever vant someone to talk to besides herr Quartz, just call me und I vill come to you."

"Thank you, Dr Krauss. I would greatly appreciate that."

More banging continued, but Johann was not gonna let this chance for a stone girl to close herself off when they had just shared something personel and intimate (though what could just a blush count as?),
"Nancy Le."

Nancy looked up, nobody, except for Quartz on some occasion, had called her by her first name.
"Nancy Le, zhe formality is not exactly needed here. Ve are all friends here und colleagues. You could call me 'Johann' if you vant."

Nancy nodded, "Johann."

"Ja?"

"Do you think you could let Agent Quartz in? If we wait any longer, there will be dents everywhere on that door."

"Ja."

He went to dial the codes with an incredible speed.
As soon as the doors slid and whirred open, Quartz ran in with a cellphone in his hand,
"Nancy! He didn't do anything to you, did he? You can tell me, I'll be here to protect you! Just tell me, did he touch you in a bad place? Did he say something raunchy to you?...." He rambled on and on.

Nancy stood up and held onto Quartz's hand. "Agent Quartz, I told you not to worry about me."

As Quartz was about to ramble on more, Johann decided to leave.
As he exited through the door, he reminded,
"Nancy, remember vhat I told you. If you ever need a break from vork, just call me und I'll come to you."

Nancy just stood there with a vacant expression, hiding any emotion that she was feeling. Except for the very noticeable blush.
"Thank you for the offer....Johann."

Johann left with the clanking and the hissing of his presence growing fainter with every step.
Quartz turned to Nancy and asked,
"What happened while I was gone?"

".....Just a talk...."

After a quick hour or 2 of just taking out Quartz's clothes and putting them into the drawers, with the time of hanging his coats and jackets, they decided to work on Nancy's next. Quartz felt that he could simply pull out his stuff then put it away where he wanted when he was done with it.
Besides, though he was an agent, a husband, and an expecting father.... he was still a man! And there were certain things that young ladies should not know about or see that were important to men..

Quartz helped Nancy unpack her uniforms, her journals, some of her hobby keepings, photos, and toiletries.

Her dark uniforms consisted mostly of an Asian style of militia clothing, but Quartz's wife had altered some of it one day to make it look more feminine. In this case, making it much slim and accenting her developements of womanhood.

As for her journals, Quartz had tried putting it into a charming way that made it look like she was in the midst of writing into it, but the call of work had interrupted her. However, Nancy strongly protested the scene, saying it wasn't professional for an agent such as her to leave private things like that out in the open for people to see should they waltz into her room. Disgruntled, he stacked them alphebetically and according to date from past to present.

For her hobby-keepings, like her sketchbooks and canvases, she was quick to say that she wanted it in her closet.
Quartz asked, "Why? You have such a beautiful talent! You should show everybody!"

"Agent Quartz, this is not a place where such little things are displayed on the fridge and like it is at school. Put it in the closet!"

Disgruntled once more, he put it in the closet, but carefully as to not damage any of her drawings and paintings.
When it came to the dreaded bathroom stuff, the farthest he put away for her were her towels, combs, and toothbrush.
After that, he simply ran his hands through his short hair and said, "Okay, I've done a lot of stuff that would make most guys shit their pants... But I won't put away anything else that...y'know.."

Nancy understood what he meant.

Quartz was finally happy to put out all the pictures that Nancy had brought from the Japan base here! Quartz suggested, "Y'know, Nancy. Pictures are supposed to make a room look nicer."

"Yes, but where does that concern me?"

"Well, it doesn't look all that nice if you just put all your pictures on just one shelf. You have to spread them all around and it's that feng shui stuff you hear about all the time and-"

She interrupted him, "If you want, you can decorate the room with pictures of how you want it."

Luckily Nancy was blind or she would've been creeped out to death by that grin that slowly crept throughout Quartz's face.
"Really? You mean it?" he asked anxiously.
She kept her straight vacous stare as she sat straight on the bed with her legs crossed.

"Yes.... Go crazy." the last part was said with some hesitation of the english slang.

He pulled out all the pictures that were at the bottom of her suitcase.

The strangest thing was that if you were to look at these pictures were that you would see a smilling girl, with her long black hair tied in a braid adorned with a large red ribbon and her brown eyes sparkling with a 200-watt smile.
The strange thing was, that was a picture of Nancy not too long ago. There were pictures of her with the softest expressions you could see on a girl, almost no hint of the stone-hearted girl she would become not long after.

In all the pictures, Nancy wore colour and she was smiling so much, she looked more pretty with the added feature that she didn't wear her sunglasses or mask. In those rare pictures, she would be wearing costumes of the orient that Quartz and his wife loved to see her in.
Who else did you think got her all those clothes?
But in most, she would have another person with her in the pictures.

Often times would be something like a family portrait with Quartz and his asian wife. The rest with a few other members of the Japanese BPRD and her, but they would be out of the professional shells and into a more livlier air.
But there were 3 pictures which held so much importance to Nancy that when Quartz was about to put it somewhere, she asked for it to be right next to her bed.

One was, of course, a family portrait of Quartz, his wife, and her under a branch of a sakura tree during a flower-viewing picnic. It had Quartz in a navy yukata which made him look more tourist than a local, while his wife was still thin and wearing a pink crane-patterned kimono. Nancy was wearing a more modern and croppd version of a red kimono that had a short knee-long skirt instead of one that covers her entire legs.

The second was a beach group picture with all the agents and Quartz's wife cradling her large pregnated belly. All the agents were making faces and jumping in mid-air and posed in mid-action. Most of the female agents wore swimsuits than their beach covers, the men on the other hand wore festive shirts than swim trunks. In the center was Quartz's wife, in a black summer dress which was getting all wet as she crouched in water, and Nancy, who wore a modest violet one-piece with her sunglasses over her eyes and was holding an over-sized beach ball. It didn't really look like a picture of agents on their break, more like a family trip with friends.

The third was perhaps the most important to her.
It had her wearing a shy expression with a very rosy blush across her face and a stylish red and black chinese dress. She stood up straight, but there was an edge of anxiousness leaned into her posture, her hands and fingers were fidgeting together. Her brown eyes looking down and avoiding the loving gaze of the tall man in a black suit that stood beside her.
The man in the picture was very handsome with big eyes and full lips for a smile. His hair was thick and spiky with some of it being drawn back but not entirely. He had his arm around her and his other hand in front of both of them. It appeared as though he was giving her a ring from the position of his hand and the little black box in his grip.
The scene was so endearing, the 2 of them could only see each other, oblivious that Quartz had a camera and quickly took a picture of them.

Quartz's smile dropped when he saw this picture. He thought to himself, 'Huh, so she still has this. I thought after what happened, she would've gotten rid of everything that reminded her of him.' He picked up the picture again, "So, are you sure you want this right here? What about the shelf over there, in the corner?" He pointed to the shelf in the corner of the room.

Nancy remained silent, her lips were quivering.

Quartz pitied her for that. She was still not over it, if anything, it affected her even more than he thought. He looked all over the room to change the topic. His eyes fell on another suitcase. he walked over to it and picked it up, setting it down next to Nancy on the bed. He began to unzip it when something stopped him.
"Agent Quartz, stop."

He stopped and asked, "What is it?"

Nancy stayed completely still, only her mouth moved, "Let me unpack this suitcase myself. There are.... girl stuff there that I do not want you to see."

Quartz nodded, "Okay."
He understood how girls were with underwear and their things..... That was probably one of the reasons why he was chosen specifically to be her guide.

Unlike most of the other agents who always imagined that people like her who were different, had different habits as well. He could still remember how they wouldn't really stay so close to her, they were supposed to be close after all because they all worked together, but they always acted cautious around her. Like she was a tigress that could turn on them any second.
But he treated her like a regular kid, the daughter he and his wife always wanted, but were soon expecting in about 1 more month or so.

He was about to head for the door, before he checked in his pockets for the codes that Johann had written down for him after he left.
God, how he hated that guy.
Just before he left, he turned to Nancy,
"Nancy? I'm going to go out for a while, do you need me to pick up anything for you?"

"There is no need for anything else, Agent Quartz. But thank you."

"Are you sure? You know, it's almost that time of month for most girls, so in case you need any.....I'll ...uh... go pick some up for you..."

"....Agent Quartz, that time has passed for me a week ago."

"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't use you for practice for when the kid is born."

"You don't need practice, Agent Quartz, I would say that you are well ready for fatherhood."

"Thanks. Oh, I'm also going to see my wife for dinner, so that'll take longer and I won't be back till 11 or so."

"I appreciate the warning, but I assure you that I can be left alone for a few hours. Go out, have a good time with your wife. And tell her 'hi' for me."
Nancy showed her painted smile to him.
He knew that the smile could've been even directed to a blank wall, but after what happened, she probably wouldn't smile for a long time.

He smiled back a warmer smile, they both knew.
This was how it was always like.
Just smile, it didn't even have to be real.

"Okay, but if you need anything, just call me, okay?"

Then finally, he left.

Nancy took off her sunglassses. She took a deep breath as the metamorphosis took over.
Her milky white eyes quaked as they changed.

Almost as though a drop of black floated to the surface of her eyes, colour returned.

First the iris grew big and dialated, then the colour, then the rim to close it off.
Her eyes, in their natural state was big and beautiful.
The colour was a brilliant amesthyst with pure blue streaking from the iris. The colour was mesmerizing, shining so much that it didn't even seem like eyes. No, more like the more precious jewels in the world.
But then again, looks could be deceiving.

Her eyes were like monsters, coaxing their prey before they knew it, they were gone.

Dead.

Just like that.

A look would take one instant.
In one instant, they could be killed with that deadly gaze.
Only those who were lucky enough to withstand the mind-destroying power or to even hold it off before they could receive help would survive.
Some did, but they went crazy or even lost most of their memories.

Her eyes had about an 97% kill rate.
So it showed that the survival chances were very low.

She walked over to the mirror and studied the curse she was born with. She could look into the mirror all she wanted with those eyes, but there would be no affect to her. She sighed so heavily that the air felt even heavier.

She walked over to the unzipped but closed suitcase on the bed and continued to unpack. There were a few more drawers open, so she didn't really have to care about shoving everything mercilessly in the drawers.
As she put away her underwear, her panties, her bras, her pads, her sanitary napkins, the bag was empty.

With the exception of a burlapped object that was no bigger than a forearm.

She closed the drawers and sat on the bed with the burlapped object in her hand. She pushed the suitcase down and slid it under the bed. After, she unraveled the bulap object to reveal a long silver-edged blade.

The thing was so grand, reflecting her image so perfectly and clear. The designs on the handle was so complex that it proved the maker of such a blade was very talented.
She petted the blade so lovingly so entraced with it.
Then she set it softly down on the bed.

She unrolled her left glove and pulled up her sleeve. She had a beautiful hand. The shape and proportions didn't look human, too perfect and lovely.
But the white ivory skin was horribly mutilated with cuts and scars, some gashes refusing to even heal.

The long graceful fingertips were covered in rubbery scars that looked like rings of violet and pink. Across her forearms were diagonally cut streaks of thin scabs that also resembled heavy stitches.
The gloves were not used to downplay or concentrate her powers like Abe's. It was used to hide the violent scars marked on her arms.

She picked up the blade and dug it deep into her white skin. She ran it heavily that the blood bubbled and gurgled as it rose to the surface. Her nerves were eratic from the bitterness of cold air slicing at open flesh.
She ended the cut quickly by flicking the blade's end off.
The blood dripped, but she lapped it up like it was fresh water. She opened her palm. In the center of her palm was a large scar that rose up. It was in asian characters that translated into Ai;
Love.

She brought the knife upon it and opened it up. She muttered to herself as she recarved the monsterous scar again.

"Yi-Wei, I'm so sorry. I feel so deceitful to your memory. I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Please forgive me. I love only you...... I can't wait to see you again, I only wish it was sooner. But I promised I would wait to die. I just wish it would happen sooner.....I love you, Yi-wei. Wo ai ni."
She dropped the blade on the burlap sack as she drank from the wound on her palm.

Her blue eyes looked to the mirror, she could see his smiling face. She smiled a real smile to the hallucination. His lips moved, 'Wo ye ai ni.'
But his smile dropped, so did hers.
She begged quietly, "Why did you stop smiling? You always smile, why did you just stop?"

His smile turned to a face of dismay and sadness. Then, just as sudden as he appeared, he disappeared. She didn't cry.
Ever since then, she never cried.
Her tears ran like rivers down her white face.

She sighed as she curled up in a fetal position on the bed, her hair sprawled out like wild fire. She shivered a bit. The psyche, the human mind was truly a marvelous thing to comprehend. Nancy closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, clutching the sheets as though she would die if she let go.

Bang Bang!! Bang Bang!!!

Nancy's head snapped up to the unexpected sound.

"Nancy, are you still in there?"

In a tired and wasted fatigue, she lifted up her head, "Johann? Is that you?"

"Ja, it's getting late. I vas vondering if you vanted dinner."

"Dinner? Vhat time is it?"

A hiss sounded from the other side of the door. She knew that he had let himself in and only stood outside the door to her room.
"It's already a quarter after 10. You've been in zhere for quite some time."

Nancy sat up and looked at the bloody sheets around her and her arms. "I've just been busy. That's all. Please wait out in the main room."

"As you wish."

She heard his clanking grow fainter by every second. She leapt off the bed and stood in a clear space.
She lowered her head and raised her arms and hands out in such a dramatic way. Her eyes closed tightly as she concentrated her with her mind. In a frenzy of circling objects around the room.

The razor blade slipped inside the burlap bag and hid inside an opening and closing drawer.
Her gloves that were luckily still clean slid swiftly on her arms.
The bloody sheets were neatly folded up and left in a corner of a room while another bundle of sheets that were in a closet came out and floated softly on the bed.

Her sunglasses and mask came to her and she grabbed them to put them on. The circle of flying objects ceased. Nancy headed to the door to see Johann, but as she reached out to enter in the door codes, she looked in horror to see that she had been careless this time and got blood on her clothes.

Most of her clothes were fit for the weather in the Orient.
She was planning to buy thicker clothes the next day or so.
But it seemed she had no choice, if Johann saw the blood he would surely investigate and tell Quartz. Then there would be another one of Quartz's unwanted fatherly lectures. She hated his lectures. She may have told Johann what happened, but he surely did not need to know about her rehabilitation to cope with the loss.

She whipped off her slacks which had some blood on it and the turtle neck that was just painted crimson and teleported it to an opening and closing drawer. Then another drawer opened and a large bundle of black came out.
By plain reflex, she instintively put on whatever it felt like it was.

Before she left, she looked back to the third picture that stood on the shelf next to her bed.

Then she turned around and opened the door. The door opened with a whir. She didn't really feel any presence in front of her, so she applied another technique that was quite difficult for her. She took off the thin flats that she was wearing earlier and concentrated on imagining where the walls were, the furniture and the doorway. She couldn't really see, but she could feel the auras and vibrations radiating off everything.
She walked in slow guides, still wary about her steps.

"Nancy?"

She stopped and asked, "Johann?"
Nancy felt his cold metal hands on her bare elbows, "Johann, wha-"

"Vhat are you vearing?"

Nancy had no idea what he was talking about now. She touched the fabric and knew by memory what it was. It was a spring dress that was black of course and reached a little above her knees. There were no sleeves and it was a medium collar dress that graced into a round V.
Though there were no sleeves, the dress had a small jacket with it that had just one button at the bust and the sleeves assumably reached to her the mid of her forearms, but there were no telling since it was tucked into her leather gloves.

She answered him, "Just something I had in my closet. Why? Is it too much or revealing? I could go get a jacket to wear over if you see that the dress code is unacceptable."
The outfit complimented her form greatly. But there was the matter with the sunglasses, gloves, and mask.

Johann hissed steam, but then spoke, "Nothing's wrong, it's just...."
he did not feel that he could say that she looked beautiful. She looked gorgeous to him, but....he could not say at all. Instead he continued with,
"...it's just your mask und gloves. Do you need to be vearing them indoors?"

She took off her mask quickly, her little pink lips barely moving, but her voice coming out as clearly as bells, "My mask, possibly not, but I would prefer to wear my gloves indoors."

As she was setting aside her mask somewhere, wherever she could feel, since she was in a state of blindness, Johann pointed out, "Nancy, your shoes." Nancy stopped and realized that in her hand were her shoes.
She stopped and bent down to slip her petite covered feet in the black shoes. She stood back up and held out her mask to Johann, "Would you mind putting this somewhere for me?"
He took it out of her hand and walked off somewhere then back.
Nancy thanked him.

Johann simply nodded, "...Eh...I vas vondering if you vould like to have dinner viz me-"

"Forgive me for my asking, but I had assumed you did not eat."

"You're right in zhat assumption, but I know a nice place a few blocks out here zhat you might enjoy und-"

She interrupted him once more, "That is very kind of you to invite me, Johann. But Agent Quartz should be back around this time and I would hate to get you in trouble."
She was lying of course, by nature, she didn't feel right leading him on and giving false hope for obtaining her affections. But she still didn't feel right rejecting his offer like that. He seemed more down-hearted.
"Is there a library down here by chance?"

"Zhere is one on the 4th level, vhy?"

"...Might you have some time to spare to take me to the library?"

"Ja, of course. Anyzhing for you, meine liebere."

A blush arose from Nancy's deathly pale face.
Gods, she was getting irked now. It was flattering that the man had some affections for her, but it was not real. He was getting love confused with guilt and loss over his late wife. She cleared her throat,
"Johann, we are friends. Agent Quartz willl surely be furious should he hear you say that."

"However, he doesn't understand german as ve both do, does he?"

"Yes, I guess you are correct in this case."

He grasped one of her gloved hands and intertwined her arm with his like before. The ectoplasmic excess hissed out of the tubes of his helmet again.
It felt so cold on her. Like death like ice, that made her pity him which was the very reason why she continued on like this. Feeding the emptiness left by the loving woman who cared for him so long ago, it was pity and friendship, nothing more and nothing less.
All the love in her heart was gone, poured out in tears years ago and occasionnally every evening or so.

She followed him as he he led her all around. He spoke endlessly of all his work. She knew it all but still let him tell it to her, one of her specialties after all was psychometry, but it could only be done on organic materials, though he lacked a physical being she could still read him, however at a faint signal.
He spoke of the strangest things he had seen and done in the line of duty. Even though she still spoke in a sort of monotone, her voice was higher to show some interest and amazement in his job, though it was no different fron hers.

But when it came to the subject of his life. It was very brief, talking about small moments of his childhood that he had forgotten during the extended decades of life. What he talked about most, more than his work and life total was his wife.
How he spoke of her was so riveting. He recalled every detail that Nancy sometimes didn't see clearly in her probing.

His voice sounded so bright as he spoke of her,
"...She had zhe darkest hair you vould imagine zhat zhere vere times she vanted to dye it blonde. So zhat's vhat she did one day und her hair turned grey. She vas so shocked by it zhat she cut off most of her hair und had to vear a hat until zhe black grew back to her shoulders. But vith that hair, she donated it.
A few days after vhen ve vere valking down the street, ve saw a voman at a corner und my vife shrieked right there, 'My hair! Zhat's my hair!' Zhe old voman vas so shocked."
He laughed heartily,
"She vas very free-spirited und unafraid to try anyzhing. Mein Gott, zhere was no vone like her... Zhere vas also zhe time she tried to cook a duck und it vas still alive! She vas running all over zhe kitchen vith a carver in her hand...."
On and on he spoke about her. So much that Nancy was so sure she had known the woman as well in another lifetime.
There were a few moments that Nancy envied the dead woman for having such a devoting husband. As they took the elevator down to the 4th level, Nancy asked
"Your wife, what was her name?"

"Vhat?"

"You have talked so much about her, but not once have you mentionned her name."

"You did not find it in your probing?"

"No, I could not find it."

Johann stopped his talking and was silent. It was not that he didn't want to talk about it, it seemed more like he was trying to recall exactly the details. The elevator ride down was silent. Only the whirring of gears and machinery filled everything and soon the clacking of black heels touching smooth floors.

"She didn't like her name, so she often had me call her by a different alias."

"What was her real name?"

"Anna. Anna Werden. But after she married me, she vas Anna Krauss."

"What did she have you call her though?"

"..Nancy Krauss, said zhe name suited her much more zhan Anna possibly could."

That gave one more reason why Johann had such a deep affection for her. Besides how her aura and looks were quite similar to his dead wife, it was also by name. As they stepped off the elevator and rounded into a tall hallway, Nancy stated, "She did not like her name just like I don't enjoy mine."

"Vhat is your real name, zhen?"

Nancy gripped his metallic hand even tighter. '女兒的死亡'

Johann stopped in his steps and asked in a shocked tone, "Vhat did you just do?"
Nancy took a step as her way of telling him that they should continue walking. He complied and continued to guide her.

She replied, "That was just my way of telling you, a sort of reverse psychometry. Have you ever experienced such a thing before?"

Johann shook his head.
There was an awkward silence,

"Johann, I am blind, do you recall?"

Johann was caught off guard, "Ja, sorry, it just slipped my mind."

Nancy grasped his hand tight again, 'Would you like to communicate this way or would you rather continue speaking normally."

Johann asked out loud, "How vould I reply if I did?"

"Just think of the answer and I will read it."

Now, Johann didn't really want Nancy to see any of the thoughts swirling in his head now while he was looking at her in a dress, that just sparked the imagination from his high view...
"I zhink talking vould be easier."

"If that is what you would like."

Johann was still curious as to why Nancy would hate her given name. It sounded exotic and mysterious, matching this masked girl who he was holding hands with.
"Vhat does it mean?" he asked in a curious voice.
Nancy seemed very ominous. It was as though the name was a symbol of hatred.

She spat out bitterly as she told him,
"I was not named by my parents, instead was named by the village monks and officials. My parents were immune to the powers of my eyes, so they were not in danger whatsoever. However, others who came to see me perished instantly.
A tradition where I was born was that you would be named after testing by the high and holy orders of the village. There was no testing for me, they preformed something different.
Tea leaves reading on pure spring water, this was already a bad omen since such readings were reserved for those of horrifc births. The monks who performed it all died in front of me, but one was able to finish his prophet before looking into my eyes."
They turned to another hallway.
"He told my parents and all those around,
'This child is a demon encased in human flesh. There is no way to kill it unless ye want to be killed.
Only those of same flesh and blood may end it's life safely.
However, though this child kills all she sees, she does not mean it. She is one known as Death Incarnated.' Thus they named me a title that marked me as something that counted as an Indian Untouchable; Daughter of Death. It is the translation of my name."

Johann felt so struck with this girl. Besides the BPRD, was she really that tragic? He couldn't help but ask her, "Vhat of your parents?"

Nancy looked up at him with those blank eyes of hers. The fake smile appeared on her face for Johann, even he could see that there was no heart or feeling behind it. It was like looking at a mask,
"My parents were executed, drilled by gunfire. They refused to kill me no matter what, so they were punished. In a vendetta for my parents' death, I walked around the village barefoot in a white robe that was used for the corpses in burial. As I walked throughout the village, I killed everyone I saw; men, women, even children alike. I really believed myself to be Death Incarnated. I lived blindfolding my eyes and begging for scraps on the street until the BPRD found me when I was 7."

They came to the large mahogany door to the library. As they opened it, Johann warned, "Be careful, there are steps."
As Nancy stepped down, she was looking through Johann's eyes, she and Johann saw an agent approaching them from outside.

This agent was much like Quartz, except he was much thinner. He was holding a folder and panting, apperently he was running all over the base.
He came to Johann and held out the heavy 3 inch thick folder, "Dr Krauss. There is something that you have to look at."

"Vhat is it, Agent?"

"It's a matter of paperwork to do about a bog beast in the counrtyside. It is very important that you get it done."

"Did you also ask Agent Sapien?"

"No, we can't find him anywhere."

"Vhen does it need to be done?"

"Right now!"

"Does it have to be me who does it?"

"It came from a direct source who requested that you do it!"

Johann hissed some of the ectoplasmic excess out. He sighed exasperatedly. As he turned to Nancy and let go of her hand, he told her, "I am very sorry zhat I have to go now. Ve should pick zhis up some other time."

Nancy didn't really want to admit it, but she was kind of glad that he had to go. Even though he was a very good listener, he appeared to be very clingy to her.
She reassured him, "It is fine, Johann. Like your profile says, you are very by-the-book. You need not trouble yourself at my expense. We could pick up where we left off tomorrow evening or so over some schwarzwälder kirschtorte (Black Forest Cake)."

The agent and ectoplasmic entity looked very confused, moreso the agent. Johann was about to say something when Nancy interrupted him, "Your favorite treat, correct? And as for the case of tasting and eating it, I have a solution."
Nancy tilted her head a bit,
"And to the agent behind him, you are welcome to have a slice as well if you would like."

She could hear the relief in his voice to also having a sort of guarantee to a slice of cake, "Thanks, I'll be there."

Nancy walked a little bit farther away from the steps and turned around in a puff. "I will see you later, agents."

By the time she finished, a kind of force pushed the agent and Johann to the wall. They looked at Nancy in surprise to what she had done. Again, before any could ask or question about her ability, she flicked her hand and the 2 doosr closed simutenenously with an unseen power.
The men peeled themselves from off the wall and gave each other weird looks. Johann brushed himself off and asked the agent, "You. Vhat is your name?"

The agent smoothed out his jacket and answered nervously, "Ah...it's Granite. Greg Granite."

With that, Granite passed the mauled folder to Johann so he could spend the rest of his evening till morning filling out paperwork about some bog beast gone amok and was already captured. Johann opened the folder and was already reading through most of what he needed to fill out the files, as for Granite.. He went to the door and knocked lightly,
"Um...Agent Li?"

There was a quiet muffling sound, the door moved as though someone or something was pressing against it. "Agent Granite, if you wish to address me, it is Agent Le."

"Okay...uh...Agent Le?"

"Yes?"

"Umm.... is it true that you're blind?"

"That is correct and you want to ask me if I need someone to read, the answer is there is no need for anyone. I want to be alone for the rest of the evening."

Granite scuffed his feet a bit, "Okay....bye."

And that's about it for this chapter...

Sorry if her character is a little hard to understand. Here's a reason, she's a gemeni. I know that sounds like a bad reason, but that's the only thing I can use as an answer to explain. So please update and tell me what you would like to read about really to make this fanfic a good one.

To almost verify something about Nancy's powers, they work like this.
Her main power is basically telekinetic. Her mind-reading and psychometry is something extra that takes a bit more concentration for her to do than it does to just move things with her mind. However, she can still attempt it easily.
So that shows how strong she is in power. Although she's strong, there are a bunch of limits and catches about it, so it takes quite a toll on her.. If you have any questions about her, leave it in your review and I will be gald to explain whatever it is you're confused about.

I know that OCs aren't really the best type of fanfics, but I just felt really sorry for Abe and Nuala was dead.... so I thought to make him a girlfriend. Or an admirer at least.

So again, please review.