From now on I won't be using that poem I did before. It'll be mentioned but not used at the top anymore.

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Hellboy and Jake walked into the lobby of the Library. Clay wasn't there but twelve other agents were. Jake noticed a few of them. Trent, Luke, Michel, and Ron, they were the only other agents he had met since he arrived at the Bureau.

Hellboy walked past them to his gun case. Abe moved forward and un-gloved his right hand, and placed it on the door. "So brother blue," Hellboy started as he loaded 'the Samaritan'. "what are we dealing with now?" He finished and turned to Abe.

Abe took his hand off the door confused, and tried again to find what was inside. "Well?" Hellboy questioned. Abe removed his hand from the door again. He turned to the others in the lobby. "I don't know." Hellboy gaped at him. "All I can tell you is that whatever it is, is powerful and about your height. That's all I can get." Hellboy let out a large sigh.

He turned to Jake who hade his own gun ready. Hellboy looked at it. "Hey…you don't have a girly gun like your brother does." Jake nodded with a smirk. His brother didn't like guns that made to much noise. Jake however like guns that were large and made a lot of noise. They were so much more fun. Hellboy grinned at him then motioned for Trent and Ron to open the doors.

Jake didn't like the sound the doors made opening or closing. The loud 'SKREEEEE' it made as Trent and Ron snapped it shut made Jake nervous. Hellboy, as if he knew what Jake was feeling tried to be of a little comfort, "Keep cool Jake. Nothing bad is gonna happen as long as you stay calm." Jake took a deep breath and put his passive face on. He just had to stay calm. And he did as they started their search until….

"Hey there." Said a cold amused voice. Neither Hellboy or Jake could tell where it came from. It surrounded the entire place. It seemed to come from nowhere yet everywhere at the same time. "What brings you here?" It continued. Hellboy sneered, "That's our line. Who the hell are you?"

THUD

Whatever it was landed in front of them. It stood to its full height. Hellboy being 6/4, whatever it was stood at about 6/1. It looked almost like a normal man just taller. Its hair stuck out in places, there was something on its head, and it appeared to be wearing clothes similar to Hellboy. It moved into a spot of light. It was…

"Hellboy?" Jake asked confused. It looked almost exactly like Hellboy, with only a few major differences. His skin was a shiny metallic black, he had stumps like Hellboy, instead of the stone right hand he had a stone left hand, and finally…instead of yellow eyes…he had cold silver ones with a darker silver at the pupil. He was smaller and wore a leather jacket and loose black jeans. (And he has more hair)

"No," The man said in the same cold yet amused voice. "Ryo." Hellboy scoffed. "Ryo? Isn't that a Japanese girl name?" Jake stood looking from one to the other. Ryo shook his head. "The people who found me gave me that name. It can be male or female. Either way it means 'Demon'." He explained calmly. Hellboy looked confused. "You accept that you're a demon huh?" Ryo smirked. "We are demons. It's just a coincidence that I was found in Japan. They call it like they see it there." He finished.

"So?" Hellboy started as he tightened his grip on 'the Samaritan'. "Are you a good guy or a bad guy?" "Good question." Jake finally spoke up. Ryo looked between them and settled his eyes back on Hellboy. "I'm not either." Hellboy gave a blank stare. "What? How can you not be either?" Jake said loudly. Ryo shrugged. "I'm just not. Your pathetic fights and wars mean little to nothing to me." "Little to nothing!?" Hellboy shouted. "How can you just not care?" Ryo shrugged again. "I guess you could technically call me a good guy." he looked thoughtful. Jake narrowed his eyes. "Technically?" He asked.

Ryo looked to Jake now. "I offer advice here and there when needed." Ryo looked back at Hellboy, "Be seeing you." He stepped back into shadow and vanished in a cloud of smoke. Jake steeped forward past Hellboy who looked confused. "Wait a second!" He called. "What?" Ryo's voice called. It had lost its coldness, but it wasn't friendly.

"Where's our advice?" Jake asked. Hellboy snapped his head to Jake then to the ceiling, he stepped forward also. "Yeah! You said you were gonna give some so where is it?" He yelled. A sigh from everywhere, "Alright I suppose I can do that." Ryo started, "Hellboy, a new enemy will try to get an agent who was recently humiliated on his side. Watch out for him." He finished.

Jake started to turn to Hellboy, stopped…and fully turned to him. "Is he gone?" Hellboy glanced at him and nodded. "What did he mean?" Jake asked. Hellboy sighed and started to walk back to the lobby. "I don't know, but if it has to do with any kind of new enemy it can't be good." Jake followed him thinking hard…wait a minute….Jake's eyes went wide as he stopped walking.

Hellboy reached the doors and turned to say something to Jake. He noticed the look on Jake's face. "What's up kid?" He questioned. Jake looked up at him. "An agent who was recently humiliated." he said quietly. Hellboy looked confused. Then it sunk in. His eyes mirrored Jake's as he flung the lobby doors open, and charged past everyone there. Abe was confused until he caught the thoughts' going through their heads. He quickly followed them to the garbage truck.

As Hellboy signaled the truck to start moving Jake prayed they were wrong. 'He wouldn't.' Was the only thought going through his head. Jake, Hellboy, and Abe grabbed on to something as the truck lurched forward. Abe looked from Hellboy to Jake. "You don't think he would really do something like do you?" He asked quietly. Hellboy shrugged. He had no idea what would happen. He just hoped they could make it in time. Jake shook his head, "I don't know. But if he does…we'll have to stop him somehow."

Jake suddenly felt bad. 'He could never handle it.' He could only believe he was right.

Bureau

John thought about all that had happened in the past week. He settled on three things. One: He officially hated his brother for what he had done. John had never felt like such an idiot. In a way he understood though, he never had a chance with Liz in the first place. Two: He hated his job. If he didn't work in the FBI this would never have happened. He wouldn't feel this way, and he would still have most of his pride. He would quit as soon as he got back. Three: He would get them back for make him look a fool. He would get them back someway somehow. And he would do it as soon as he got the chance.

"John." A cold deep voice called to him. He jumped up at whipped his head from side-to-side trying to locate its source. "Who's there?" He called. "Someone who can give you everything you want." The voice went on. "What's that?" John asked, how could it know what he wanted? The voice chuckled at him. "You want power to get back at them. The ones who made you feel like you were an idiot and a fool." The voice boomed. John looked down at the ground. He couldn't see his feet in the darkness. He couldn't see anything physical. All he saw was the power he wanted.

He did want power. More than anyone else. He wanted to get them back, he wanted to get anyone whoever thought he was weak, whoever thought he was stupid, whoever thought he wasn't good enough to be anything back. He wanted power, and he wanted it now. He looked up as if the source of the voice was in front of him. "How do I get this power?" He asked with confidence. The voice laughed out loud.

Suddenly the room burst into light and John was shocked with intense pain. He felt himself changing. After what seemed like hours of intense pain it finally stopped and John stood. He looked in the nearest mirror and almost screamed. He had grown a large pair of red leathery wings, a 4 inch horn had grown on the right upper side of his forehead, he was bulkier with much more muscle. He looked down at his…hooves? He looked at his hands. They were the same except for now, he had sharp black nails. He looked back into the mirror and saw that the iris of his eyes was now glowing red. John smiled a sadistic grin, oh look…fangs.

John laughed, he had power. Amazing wonderful power. He would use it to its full extent. He turned to the door as he heard thundering feet charging down the hallway. He wouldn't face them yet, not yet but very soon. He would destroy that 'Hellboy' and everything he stood for. A bright circle of light suddenly appeared in the wall next to him. He looked back at the door and walked through. 'Soon.' John thought happily as he heard Hellboy smash his door in. Soon.