"Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, we daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men."
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John looked up-tight and frightened as usual as he wheeled Hellboy's 4th meal into his room. He looked over at his little brother. He was laying on HB's bed talking to Liz. HB was also on the bed, but he was reading a comic. A superman comic.
John glared at his brother as he set out HB's chili and nachos. His brother always got the best of everything. He was friends with HB and he got to talk to a cute girl. She had just gotten here yesterday too!
Jake was laying on his back on HB's bed, scratching a cat behind its ears as it lay on his stomach. Jake was talking to Liz about a poem called "the fairies". (poem at top) "I love that poem. It's my favorite." Liz was saying. "Yeah, its defiantly my fav too. I found it a few years ago." Jake replied, it was his favorite poem….though he doubted his brother ever heard of it. "Red taught it to me about two months ago." Liz said and looked over at HB. She gently touched his left arm.
"What did Abe say about your arm?" Hellboy looked up from his comic at the question. He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Just that that vampire, dog, human thing bit me and it would take about two weeks to heal." What HB didn't say was that the monster had poisoned him. He also didn't mention he could die from it.
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But by now the poison had been removed. The only side effect he would have from it being in his system so long….was just slowed reaction time. But that would disappear as his wound healed. He would be sleepier as well, but he was always a late riser. What harm could more sleep do?
Liz seemed satisfied with the news. She got up and walked around the bed to where John was. John felt his heart beat faster as Liz approached. And he was still in shock as she walked by to the food cart. John looked at the bed. HB was now re-grossed with his comic. John looked at his brother.
Jake was staring right back. He had his usual knowing smirk plastered on his face. He had seen his brothers reaction to Liz. The way he stood straight up to his full height as Liz walked by. Maybe he would tell HB that his brother was trying to scam his girl. John would be fired and Jake would make more money. Jake decided he would tell HB later.
Why shouldn't he? John had always been a mamas' boy. That was never going to change, ever. With his pressed suits and fancy clothes. Jake always wore clothes as simple as possible. Like now, he was wearing a blue tank top with his black boxers. What? Its hot today. HB wasn't even wearing a shirt. He had on black boxers too. Liz had on a black tank top with big black shorts. (HB's boxers) And there was John standing in his pressed suit. His black pressed suit. Looking very out of place.
Jake was no mamas' boy . He was always the one to run around and climb trees. While John stayed by their mother side like a good boy. He made many friends, while John only made two or three. Where John was proper & clean, Jake was breaking rules & messy. Where John studied & played the nerd, Jake partied and got good grades. Where Jake had fun & got girls, John was boring & never got a girl (ever). They were polar opposites. But weren't all brothers that way?
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HA! u thought that was it huh? like i would leave the story like that? i would HATE myself. Please r&r.