Thanks everyone for the support you given to this story… this is a chapter dedicated to the girls that have supported the first chapters of this complicated and weird crossover… especially to Believer29 who always gives me great input on the characters…I'm bringing the rest of cast…the fairer side of the underworld…the girls.
The knights in distress
University of New York, 7 o'clock
Liz Sherman woke up in a great mood, ready to take on the world… She quickly jump into the bathroom…but what was the reason of such joy, last night she went out with Matt a friend from school, he was majoring in arts and was around the library a lot…they went to the movies just as friends, they watched "Superman Returns", not her choice of movie, but enjoyable nevertheless…she was fed up with the "never quit, take action kind of guy" and was ready to move on…she came out of the bathroom and suddenly felt guilty thinking about Matt Harper…Matt might be more than a friend…he is cute, loving and caring….a really normal, without horns or tail; she really like him…but she had to talk to H.B first… then a burning smell took over the room, the towel was on a slow burning flame...it was blue so it was projected by her…she looked around and took a anti-epilepsy pill which controlled her powerful and dangerous emotions, then she giggled out of fear and fun…that intoxicating sensation that you have when you want to meet someone in the hall or at the cafeteria…you know the "teenager crush", she wasn't very experienced since her relationship have been mostly fraternal or professional, but she hoped he felt the same way.
She called the B.P.R.D and found the annoying guy from the desk stop, she never remembers the name…he is just creepy, she called him in her head "weird creepy skinny white guy"
-Hi, New Jersey Waste Management Plant- The guys responded methodically.
-Hi, my code name is "Sparkie"- Liz responded professionally.
-Wait one second, Madame- The desk stop guy responded respectfully.
-Madame? - Who does this guy think we live, France? Liz told her inner self.
She waited one second then a line came alive.
-This is Dr. Manning…- the voice started to said.
-Hi, its Liz Sherman- Liz was happy to hear a familiar voice, she kind of missed the place but at the same time she was enjoying her fresh start, it was an intoxicating confusion.
-And we are not here right now so if you want to leave a message- the voice continued its recorded speech.
Liz hang up the phone and tried to shake up the feeling of familiar sinister atmosphere…she sat on the computer and e-mailed H.B., maybe it was better this way…she looked at the morning sky while it's started to rain, it was going to be one of those mornings.
Los Angeles, sometime in the early morning.
Angela Dobson wasn't a sleeper… as a matter of fact she didn't sleep very much anymore; since their rendezvous with Mammon (the devils son) and Constantine she was painfully aware of the invisible world...she was always with her gun and her cross at all times, even in the shower they were near, she was a devoted catholic and most of the "Half-breed" in L.A. were scared of her reputation , for her bad luck her work as a police detective was suffering as well, she couldn't tell her boss she actually shot a demon boy in the verge of raping a little girl because she felt him…all the "Boss" could see it was she shot and Hispanic kid using excessive force…that got her another suspension, the second in six months…that was strike two…one more and your out from the force they told her; need to spend some "coach time" before getting back on active duty or a vacation, she choose the second.
She hasn't seen John Constantine in months now; they travel pretty much the exclusive circle of the occult but never seen again eye to eye, she thinks he avoids her…she really has a strong connection with him…maybe love? Who knows...she is not a kid anymore, but he save her sister from eternal damnation while trading places with her with the "devil"; she heard that from the "ether", he would never admit that…but she felt needed by him, she just couldn't place where.
There is knock on the door and Angela was quickly aware, she took her gun and her cross and put a baseball cap in her rebellious brown hair just to get it in place, away from the eyesight (swat trick) and opened the door with fierce determination….there was a shadow there.
-We need to talk- A black man known as Papa Midnite was standing in front of her...the referee they called him in the underworld, the keeper of the balance…only the most powerful Voodoo priest in Los Angeles was in front of Detective Angela Dobson…that only meant one thing to her.
"John Constantine was in trouble"
Abe have been stressed out for the last two hours since the disappearance of H.B and the guys…Manning was not in a better shape either, he was grabbing an 8 shot military shotgun like his life depended on it...maybe it did, he looked outside the window.
-Do you think they're ok? - Manning asked Abe.
-I have special abilities but I'm not Professor Xavier- Abe referred to the powerful mutant of the X men movies, he was growing a sarcastic yet refined humor thanks in part to Hellboy.
-Meaning? - Manning was getting very upset because he couldn't see outside thanks to the morning fog.
Have you ever seen anything to withstand Hellboy assault- Abe was pretty amaze by the drive that pulled H.B from the most terrible circumstances; he just kept going like a 400+ pounds "energizer bunny".
-Not really- Dr. Manning responded back, the resolution of Dr. manning to attack Kroenen in Moscow a year before balance the odds with Hellboy; Kroenen was the puppet assassin that killed Prof. Broom last year and have left a everlasting bond between the two…he would never admit, but respect the red fellow.
-Manning- Abe asked with a concerned tone.
-What?- Manning was now aware from Abe tone of voice.
-Get me out of here- Abe screamed while the water inside the tank started to boil… Avim outside was there and was hungry.
Manning tried to reach the security access on the panel but was knocked unconscious by a devastating hit in the right side of the vehicle…and the vehicle weighted over 5 tons...whatever it was it was as strong as a dinosaur.
-Help! – Screamed Abe to the body of Manning, he feared that this time nobody come with assistance.
Outside Avim was trying to rip open the hull of the armored vehicle… he was starving for the energy inside; it was just a matter of seconds now.
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