Chapter 2
By this stage, it had been thirty minutes since Hellboy's chest had been sliced open by the sword of Mr. Unknown.
"This is just great. I'm here bleeding half to death and all you can do is stand there staring at me." Hellboy said.
"Not entirely true. I've been disinfecting my precious blade of your hideous DNA." Mr. Unknown replied, wiping the last of Hellboy's blood from his sword.
Reaching for something in his pocket, Hellboy pulled his gun, 'The Samaritan', from its holster. "I've got one last present for you, Mr. Unknown." he said, firing his gun. BLAM!
Mr. Unknown fell backwards in shock. "Y-you…this isn't over, robot. I'm giving you two months to come with that money. If you don't have it by then, I'll definitely be tearing you apart piece by piece, by piece!" he said, standing up and walking away into the distance.
After hovering over to Hellboy, the robot opened a compartment on its chest and removed a medical kit.
"W-what yah got there, buddy?" Hellboy asked the robot.
"A Medical Kit, Hellboy. We Can't Have You Bleeding All Over The Place Now, Can We?" the robot said, and started stitching up his wound.
"Thanks." Hellboy said, standing up after the robot had finished. "What now?"
"Well…We Must Find Some Way Of Finding The Appropriate Money Otherwise I'm Nothing More Than A Piece Of Junk."
"All right then. Let's go." Hellboy said as he began down the street.
"But Where Are You Going?" the robot asked.
"To hustle some money for yah. You coming, or what?" he said lighting up a cigar.
The robot scurried after him, as fast as his hover pad would allow him. "I Know Just The Place, Sir." the robot said, going in front of Hellboy. "In Here."
The robot entered a very run down but still functioning snooker hall.
"What's up, my little robot pal?" someone said, walking towards the robot.
"Hello Zapper. How are you today? Hellboy, this is Zapper. Our local electrician. Zapper, meet Hellboy. He's from the year 2008."
"Awesome stuff, man." Zapper said, shaking Hellboy's non-giant stone hand. Zzzzztz.
"Ouch!" Hellboy yelped, pulling his hand away.
"Heh. I get them every time with that trick." Zapper laughed.
The three of them went somewhere quieter to talk. Robot explained the situation to Zapper, and Hellboy put in the details.
Robot eventually got round to how explaining that how they needed to pay off Mr. Unknown so that he would leave them be and so that Hellboy could return to present day, 2008.
"Alright. I understand. I'll give you the money. But only if you let me tag along, and let me be the one who kills Mr. Unknown." said Zapper.
"DAMMIT!" a voice yelled from the other side of the snooker hall. An explosion erupted and all the normal civilians immediately began getting out of there as fast as they could.
"You CHEATER!" the person roared.
"Hey! What's going on over here?" Zapper called out, running over to the troublemaker. "Who are you, and what are you doing blowing up my snooker hall?!"
"This gumbo here just hustled me! I thought I'd give him a piece of my mind, Eruption style. You dig it?" Eruption asked.
"No. I don't dig what you're saying! You are officially barred!" Zapper said, blasting Eruption through the hole he had originally created in the first place. "Don't come back now, you 'dig' me?"
Zapper returned to Hellboy and Robot. Zapper had gotten one of his staff to clean up the mess and locked the place up as they left.
"Hey, seen as I'm finished for the day, you want to grab a beer, Hellboy?" Zapper asked.
"Sure. But what about Robot, here?" he asked.
"Oh, don't worry about me. They sell oil for us robots to drink in the pub's now." Robot explained.
"Great." Hellboy laughed, walking down the street with Zapper and Robot. "Just great."
