IDEA #4

Last Update: 06-01-12

****Hellboy Story****

A/N: This is a story idea about: (Takes place after Golden Army) The gang didn't the Bureau and Liz is three months pregnant. The B.P.R.D. get a new recruit. But the poor girl isn't even old enough to enter elementary school! Little Kendra (Aqua) Summers had a unique talent that can definitely turn heads. She's a little clumsy, has a huge imagination, and is a 10 on the 1-10 cute scale! Can the gang handle taking care of this little Water Sprite and raising her right, until she's ready to be trained? How about the twins? Will Kendra be able to adjust to the Bureau's way of life for its special agents? Will she be able to do it without having one of her infamous accidents?

Word Count: 1,137

It's not complete at all but it would be a good idea in my opinion if I ever get the chance to write it.

The little girl clutched the black and white puppy closer to her body as they drove by towns, cities, and landscapes. The drive was quiet, none of the adults around her saying the word, the engine the only sound she heard the whole four hour ride.

She didn't want to leave Mommy, she really didn't. But when these grown-ups came through the door, the first thing they said was that she had to go.

She can remember the things they said to Mommy. They said that Mommy didn't have the money to care for her. They said Mommy couldn't protect her. They said Mommy couldn't have her.

She didn't understand why they said those things, or why they took her away from Mommy. Mommy loved her, kissed her goodnight, gave her bathes, made her yummy food, and let her keep the puppy she found on the street. Yes she didn't go to school. Yes she didn't have many clothes, just enough for two or three outfits. Yes she didn't get very much food. But Mommy did her best...

But her Mommy understood. Mrs. Summers knew she didn't have the money to support her little girl. She herself didn't eat much for she spent most of her earnings on small but good enough meals for her darling baby. She gave her daughter three meals a day, no matter how small the portions. Although her daughter had so few articles of clothing, she made sure they were washed after every use so she didn't have to wear dirty, used clothes. She made sure her baby didn't have her accidents, keeping an eye on the four year old 27/7. But the officials in the black suits were right. One day, someone is gonna see her daughter do something unnatural and they'll take her away. Although that was what these people were doing, she knew they weren't taking her daughter away for the reasons she hid her daughter in the first place.

These were agents from the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. They didn't experiment on the strange. They protected the innocents by fighting against the abnormal that threatened to hurt the common people. Sometimes they just needed some abnormal people to fight alongside them. Good people, just with unnatural talents and abilities. Her daughter was definitely under that category. If she were to keep her baby alongside her, she'd one day be taken away for tests, treated like a lab rat, never to live a life even remotely close to the norm. If she let her baby go with these agents, she'd be around others like her, she'd have a life as close to normal as she could get. A much better life than what Mrs. Summers could give her. Yes she'd probably be trained to fight monsters and demons, but at least she'd be accepted for her strange talents, not shied away from and feared.

And so Kayla Summers made her choice.

"Mommy? Where are we going?" her little girl asked, aqua blue eyes following her every move as she moved quickly around the small bedroom. Kayla had stared at the agents as they explained the situation before slowly looking back her daughter, peeking around the corner, baby blue eyes confused and nervous. After a few seconds of thinking, Kayla made the only choice she could. So the packing of her baby's very few belongings began.

"Baby...Mommy isn't going anywhere." Kayla finally said, kneeling down in front of the little munchkin. The little girl clutched the little black and white puppy to her chest, the little thing looking up at the cute round face of her young owner.

"But why you packing?" her baby voice asked. Kayla smiled sadly and brought her hand up to her child's face. She caressed her baby's slightly dark skinned cheek, a nice light chocolate color, baby soft and a little chubby. She ran her hand along the side of her daughter's face as it brought it up to run through the dark brown Shirley Temple curls of her four-year-old's hair.

"Because, baby...you're gonna go...with those nice people and they'll tak-"

"No Mommy! I want stay wit you!" the little girl cried out, her baby slightly trembling as crystal tears leaked from her eyes. Her baby blue eyes took a sea green hue to them as she fought against having an accident. Mommy doesn't like it when she has accidents.

"You can't baby girl. You...you have to go...don't worry, honey, I'll...we *will* see each other again, okay? Just be a good girl and...don't let them...Hurt. You." Kayla stressed, looking straight into her daughter's blue eyes with her own hazel ones. Even though she didn't appreciate the girl having accidents because the government might take her away, it would be the only way for her to escape harm.

The little girl looked back her Mommy, a tear escaping the eye of the seemingly strong willed woman. She's never seen her Mommy cry before, never seen her sad. That's when she knew that this was important and she needed to listen to Mommy. She didn't want to, but Mommy said she had to be a good girl, and good girls listen to their Mommies.

And so she left with the scary people in black, one small *The Little Mermaid* luggage filled with her things, and her puppy walking along side her on a homemade rope leash and collar combo. They led her to a black car and ushered her in to the back seat.

Now four hours later, puppy asleep in her arms, the car finally came to a stop. The lady in a nice black jacket and skirt opened the door and stepped out.

"Come." was all she said as she stood by the opened door, standing stock still, awaiting the little girl inside the black vehicle. Said girl gently placed the sleeping puppy by her on the chair. She picked up her luggage from under her feet and tugged on it until she fell out of the car, backwards, and the small luggage fell on top of her. She would have giggled at her famous clumsiness if the woman standing over her weren't looking down with frustration on her serious looking face. She didn't even try to help the girl stand, but merely watched as the four year old rolled the luggage off her small body and stood up herself with practiced ease. It wasn't much of a mystery why she looked so skilled at picking herself up off after falls; obviously the child fell down on a regular basis.

After getting up, the little girl looked back into the car to see her puppy awake and waiting at the edge of the seat. She quickly picked him up, grabbed the small handle of her tiny luggage, and followed after the black suits.