Chapter 8

Alright I don't own Hellboy, obviously.

They pulled me up the stairs that led to my old bed chamber. I never thought I would ever set foot in this house again. I had spent years trying to forget what happened to me here. All the beatings and molestations all the pain I had to undergo at the hands of someone who was supposed to love you unconditionally. The type of love that I had been inflicted with was not the sort of love a young child was meant to live through.

"The room is at the top of the stairs." The man to my left said as he pulled me behind him.

It was ridiculous, whoever was behind this was going to suffer, big time. If Nuada didn't get his hands on him then I would. I would wrap my hands around their throat and strangle them until they told me everything. I would save the agents that were being held in this god awful place and I would make sure everyone of them was safe.

"The boss wants her in this." The man behind me, a new guy, held out a garment bag to the man that was pulling me up the stairs.

The man pulling me along grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder. "Alright hun, you go in there and change into this." He shoved me into the bedroom and threw the garment in after me.

"Kiss my ass, Dill hole!" I yelled back as he shut the door and locked it.

I stood there for a few minutes fuming. Who was after me? The only thing I could think of was my father, but he was dead. Right? He had to be dead. I slit his throat myself, I watched the light in his eyes go out, I heard his last breath gargle. He was dead, there was no way this could be connected with him. But no matter how many times I replayed the events of that night so long ago I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What is going on?" I mumbled as I started to look around the room. I stopped dead. Why hadn't I seen it before? This was my father's old room. Oh, God.

I started to hyperventilate. I clutched my chest not being able to breath, this was a nightmare.

I was in a goddamn nightmare!

The bed was even in the same place and dressed the same. I grabbed at my cloths to loosen them, to give me any sort of help to breath.

"Nuada." I croaked when my breathing finally slowed down. I sank to my knees putting my back against the door. I couldn't go any closer to the bed, if I did I would probably pass out from hyperventilating.

I didn't know how long I sat there when someone finally came to the door. With my back pressed up against it I was flung onto my face.

"Now why aren't you changed. Boss isn't going to like waiting much longer." The man who led me up to the room came in and shut the door behind him.

He didn't lock it.

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to my feet.

"If you're not going to put the dress on then I'll put it on you. The boss isn't someone you keep waiting." He tossed me toward the bed but my fear of the object made me lash out. I kicked at his shin hard enough that I heard a snap of the bone.

"Let me go!" I screamed it, the fear tangible as it echoed off the walls.

The man fell to the floor in pain, crying as he dropped. I made a jerking move toward the door but four men rushed in at the sound of the screams. Two stopped at the entryway and pointed shotguns at me while the other two checked on the man on the floor.

"You broke his leg." One spat at me as he stood.

"He shouldn't have grabbed me." I rasped as I backed up against the far wall, the farthest I could get from the bed.

"Yes, he shouldn't have grabbed you." One chuckled as he grabbed the dress off the bed where it had fallen. "Put this on, or I'll break every bone in your body and break them all over once you've healed." He threw it at me, I didn't bother catching it.

"Who is your boss?" I asked as two of the men lifted the injured man off the floor.

"Put the dress on." The four men backed out of the room, all four of them watching me as the door shut.

I closed my eyes as I lifted my shirt over my head as quickly as I possibly could. The fabric, as it grazed my face, wiped away the tears that had begun to flow. Only once I was fully changed did the tears flow properly, they fell in buckets. I sank to the floor in a rumpled heap and cried.

When they came they didn't try to stop my tears, they didn't try. There was nothing that would prevent the tears that fell from my cheeks. They picked me up from under my arms and hauled me out of the room. By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs my tears stopped and the fear that I felt vanished. Now all that was left was anger.

I was going to beat the crap out of whoever was doing this.

"So who's your boss?" I asked as they dragged me through the hallways.

I had an idea that they were taking me, the dining room, it was the largest room in the manor.

"You'll find out soon enough." One grumbled.

I pulled on my arm, trying to throw them off balance but it only earned me a squeezing pain in my shoulder.

"Hold still or I'll rip your arm out of place." He grumbled as he jerked my arm again.

We walked in silence once again until we stepped into the open area of the dining hall. All along the walls men sat with chains wrapped around their hand and feet. Against the far wall H.B. stood with his hands chained behind him and a thick collar of metal around his neck.

"Voirrey." He croaked as he made eye contact with me.

I narrowed my eyes as I saw blood trickled down his face. Next to him Liz lay motionless on the floor.

"What have you don't to them?" I shouted as I began to thrash in their arms. In responds I was slapped on the back of the head.

"Don't touch her!" My head turned to see Nuada, hunched over holding his side.

"Nuada." I whispered, I fought again but all I got was a wrenched shoulder.

"Hold still!" One shouted as I was placed in the center of the room.

"If you so much as make a move the elf will be the first to die." He grumbled. My eyes flicked to Nuada, a man stood behind him with a shot gun pointed at his head.

"Alright, just please don't hurt anyone." I whispered as they left me on the floor in the middle of the room. I watched them retreat to the doorway we had entered, they stood there with their shot guns in hand and their eyes traveling around the room endlessly.

I turned on the spot to look at H.B. "Is Liz alright?" I asked subdued.

"Yes, she'll be fine, just knocked out." H.B. said as he attempted to smile. I nodded, glad at least at that news.

"Voirrey, are you alright?" I turned to see Nuada hunched over even more.

"Nuada." I took a step toward him, but the man behind him cocked the gun and made me freeze in place. "Please, let me help him." I begged, still frozen in place.

"No, the boss wants you at full power. You won't be treating anyone today."

"Please, I can treat him without healing him. Just let me look him over." I pleaded, I practically begged.

I watched as the men exchanged looks. "If I try anything you can shoot me on the spot or pull me off of him. Please." I took another small step toward Nuada.

"Fine, but do not try and heal him." One moved away from the doorway and held his gun high in the air pointed right at me.

I held my hands high hoping that they would get trigger happy. I moved slowly toward Nuada, I watched as I moved closer his shoulders droop even more as I got closer to him.

"Nuada." I fell to my knees in front of him. It was as if me finally within touching distance that made Nuada finally give out. He slumped against me, his head falling into my chest.

"Oh, Voirrey, I had hoped you escaped." I grabbed his head and pulled him away from me.

"I didn't get very far. Where are you hurt?" I asked trying to move him onto his back.

"Here." He pointed to his side. Blood oozed from his side from a long gash.

"Oh, my word. Nuada, what happened?" I asked as I inspected the cut.

He chuckled, then jerked in pain, "Stupid, I fell and cut myself on my sword."

I frowned as I gently prodded the spot. "It needs stitches at the very least." I said looking at him. Even with his pale skin I already could see color beginning to drain from his face.

Tears pricked my eyes as I saw the man who had given me new hope begin to leave me. I placed my hand over the long gash, I had to try. When I healed someone my hands didn't always light up. All I had to do was concentrate and I could heal Nuada cut just enough to stop the bleeding.

"Nuada, I have something to tell you." I whispered as I felt my hand begin to warm.

"What is that?" He whispered, knowing full well what I was doing.

I leaned in close, knowing that we were being watched but I didn't care at this point. "I love you." I whispered, my lips fell on his only to have myself pulled away.

"That's enough." One of the men snapped as he flung me back into the center of the room.

"Voirrey." Nuada mumbled as he fell back onto the stone floor. He had his eyes closed and the cut on his side was practically closed, I knew the feeling he was having. He was flushed and exhausted from the sudden energy I rushed into his body.

"V." I turned to see H.B. straining against his chains. He was looking behind me, I turned to see Abe walk into the room, his hands tied in front of him and his eyes blindfolded.

Why did they blindfold Abe? I thought as I watched them walk him over to H.B. and tie him to the wall just behind H.B. As they passed H.B. swung out with his foot and caught one of the men by the heel of his boot. I smiled at his initiative, but disappointed at his idiocy. Especially in this situation.

"Hellboy, that doesn't help any of us." I said tired, I sank to the floor, if whatever was going to happen I wish it would just happen.

"What is wrong with you?" One of the armed guards barked as he came to stand next to me.

"Nothing, leave me alone." I snapped as I fell onto the floor completely.

"Leave her be." Nuada said as he sat up. He held his hand over his side, but the color had returned, and his shoulders didn't sag in the slightest. He was better, I knew it. I had gotten away with making him better without anyone catching on.

"Shut up elf." The man standing just behind him snapped.

"I hate you." I muttered as my cheek rested against the cold stone.

"She looks sick. If the boss comes and finds her like this."

"Finds her like what?" My spin jerked at the voice.

"Sir, the women appears to be ill." The man who stood over me said.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me. "She is not ill."

I turned my head, and for the first time in years I saw the man responsible for all the pain I had endured.

"Hello father." I mumbled into the stone floor.

So I have finally updated. I am truly sorry for taking so long. There is probably only one or two more chapters left, probably only one but I'm not sure yet. Happy reading!