One more chapter! Just because I love you guys!
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"Waiting for me? Chunk face?" Red asked the large demon who growled before Mouse heard a sound. She looked behind it and saw an oncoming train making her eyes widen in surprise. She looked at Red who was staring at the demon before it turned and ran towards the train.
"What is it-" she gasped as it sliced through the metal conductor's door and pried them open.
"Hey Mouse?" Red asked as he grabbed her.
"Yeah?" she whimpered.
"You a flying rodent?" he asked.
"What?" she asked before he threw her in the air quickly. Mouse shrieked as she flew towards the oncoming train, before going through the doors that the demon had ripped open. People gasped as she fell onto the floor and for the first time in her life Mouse found herself worshiping the floor of the subway, before she got up and drew her gun.
Sammael was racing through the subway, people shrieking and jumping out of the creature's way while Mouse ran after it with her gun. She got to the end of the train and looked out at the creature who fell to the ground, seemingly broken, before she sighed and lowered the gun. "What train is this?" she asked the person closest to her.
"The uh, number forty six." She replied in shock.
"Great." She sighed. "Hey Blue?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Tell Myers I'm on the number forty six." She told him before sitting down.
"We'll have a car meet you there." Abe told her. She sighed and turned to a row of seats, everyone moved away quickly and she sat down with a sigh before looking down at herself. Her costume was covered in dirt and green stuff, as well as demon grime.
"Happy Halloween." She chuckled to the people on the train.
When she got out of the subway she saw the government cars waiting for her. She wearily walked over to them and got into the back of one of the cars. When the car stopped it was at a museum they had checked out a few months previously. She frowned but got out of the car and followed the agents up the stairs, and into the museum. They walked to a room where they could hear Manning complaining, like he usually did.
Mouse smiled seeing Abe take off his glove and pick up a knife. "Hey Abe." She walked over to him. He looked up at her and for a moment didn't say anything, before he closed his mouth quickly.
"Hello Marion, sorry you had to cut your night off short."
"Oh, I know work never rests." She told him good naturedly. "So what's this?"
"It's a sword taken from one of the culprits here."
"The ones who let Sammy out?" she asked and he chuckled lightly.
"Sammael." He corrected her gently.
"Your guest is six food five, bright red and government funded- hey, fish-stick, don't touch anything." Manning snapped.
"Hey!" Mouse stood up from where she was crouched next to Abe. "Don't call him that!"
"Oh great, I'm supposed to take orders from the Skin-walker now." Manning sighed shaking his head.
"Excuse me," Abe stood up as well. "Call me what you will, but refrain from speaking so vulgarly about Marion."
"What's so vulgar about it? She changes into other people. That's skin-walking." Manning stated as Mouse looked away, shaking her head. Abe put his hand on her shoulder and she turned away from Manning. "Why's she acting like I just kicked a kitten?" Manning asked, before looking at what else Abe was holding. "Why are you still holding that?" he asked.
"I need to touch it to see." Abe explained.
"See what?" Manning asked.
"Past, future. Whatever this object holds."
"Is he serious?" Manning asked.
"Don't worry about fingerprints." Abe mentioned as he put his hand onto the blade. "Never had any." He put his hand over the blade and then gasped. "Professor. They were here."
"Who was here?" Manning asked as he took his obnoxious cigar from his mouth. "Nixon? Houdini? Jimmy Hoffa?"
"Are you capable of shutting your mouth for like two seconds?" Mouse asked looking at him with annoyance.
"Hey, who do you think it is that signed off on your little day pass?" he asked pointing to her. "One more word, Rat, and you'll be stuck inside for a year."
"Professor," Mouse looked over at Abe who walked after the Professor suddenly looking very concerned.
"I'm alright!" the Professor insisted.
"You-" Abe stepped closer and put one hand on the Professor's chest and the other on his back. "You are very sick." He breathed.
"I don't want Hellboy to know." The Professor looked at Abe, and then to Mouse who walked over. "Sixty years ago, they tried to destroy the world. They're back. In my lifetime, they're back… To finish the job." Abe let go of him and the Professor moved away from us.
"How bad is it?" Mouse stepped closer to Abe. He looked at her before shaking his head lightly and she sighed softly, before wrapping her arms around his middle. Abe wrapped his arms around Mouse comfortingly and stroked her curly hair softly.
"You two," one of the agents called over and they both looked at him. "Come on, time to go home." Mouse and Abe walked to the garbage truck and sat in the back before Agent Clay ran over with her basket.
"Look what I found." He grinned and Mouse gasped.
"My basket!" she grinned.
"Thank you Agent Clay." Abe stood up and took the basket before handing it to her.
"Buckle up you two; it's going to be a bumpy ride home." The back of the garbage truck closed and they started moving again. Mouse laid her head on Abe's shoulder while the truck moved, he didn't say anything, he just took her hand in his as. When he did he could see everything that had happened that night, from her going to the fair, to this moment in the garbage truck.
"I didn't mean to hurt his feelings." Mouse admitted softly and Abe looked at her. "I was just so excited about going out… I don't know, I couldn't concentrate, you know?" she looked up at him without lifting her head from his shoulder.
"Your abilities are still young." Abe told her. "It is nothing to feel badly about." He assured her. She smiled and then shut her eyes, not letting go of his hand.
Marion had started to show her psychic abilities at the same time as when she showed her other abilities; when she was about ten. She had known she was adopted, her adopted siblings made sure of that, so when her older sister had made some snide comments about how Muse couldn't hang out with her and her friends until she was older, Marion found herself wishing she was older like Chrissy. As she wished it, she suddenly felt herself start to grow. The first few times were so painful for Mouse, her body growing, it made her shriek with discomfort, making her adopted parents run to the room.
"Chris, sweetie, why are you in Mary's room?" her mom asked as she stepped into the room. "Are you okay?"
"I'm not Chris, I'm Mary." Marion looked at her mom with wide eyes. She had changed her body, but she hadn't changed her voice.
"What the hell are you talkin' like that for girl?" her dad asked. "Get out of here, where is Mary anyways?"
"Daddy, I am Mary!" Marion looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I wished I was older and- and that I was like Chrissy." She looked down at herself in horror.
"Okay, honey, what are you talking about?" her mom asked.
"Hey mom!" Chrissy shouted from downstairs. "I can't find my keys!"
"Oh my god!" her mom vaulted herself away from Marion's bed and stared at her adopted daughter in shock.
"Mom?" Chrissy walked upstairs and appeared in the doorway. "What's going- Oh holy shit." Chrissy stared at Marion in horror. "But-But-But that's me. That's ME!" she shouted. "How is that me?"
"I wished I was like you." Marion looked at Chrissy.
"Well wish it back!" Chrissy shouted at her making Marion flinch. Marion sat there for a minute and wished she could show her parents what happened, she wished she could turn back into herself, and a moment later, she was looking up at them with big eyes, tear marks rolling down her face as she stared up at her family.
"I'm hungry." She told them. They stared at her in shock, not knowing what to do, before Dad, the biggest and strongest man Marion had known (Up to meeting H.B. of course) fainted. Chrissy and Mom looked down at him in surprise before looking back at the nine year old girl sitting on the bed, wiping her face off.
Over the next few weeks things started to change about Marion, she had been told that using her powers was bad, and that she mustn't use them around people, but even so, she found herself doing things more and more often. One night Dad's boss came for dinner and took Dad into his office.
"I wish I could hear what they were saying." Mom muttered as she put the coffee grounds into the filter. Mouse looked at her mom, before looking at the hallway. She could kind of hear them, if she concentrated harder, she could… Suddenly it was as if she was standing in the room with them, listening to every word they were saying. Daddy was getting a promotion! Marion went to tell Mom, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. She tried to speak, and found herself panicking. "Mary, what's wrong? What is it?" Mom asked moving over to Mouse, she winced hearing mom so loud next to her and tried to concentrate on not hearing so much, when she did, suddenly she could see everything perfectly, she could see the eyelash dangling from mom's heavily mascaraed eyelashes, she could see the texture of mom's skin and she could see the small cracks on mom's lips, but she could no longer feel mom's hands holding her tightly. Marion tried to pull away, all she could feel was a dull ache in her head, she tried to stop it, she tried to stop everything, when suddenly the coffee pot exploded, the light bulb in the ceiling exploded, and a crack ran up the kitchen window. Marion could hear Mom, Chrissy and James screaming things before she passed out.
When Marion woke up it was in a room she didn't recognize. She was dressed funny, in one of those hospital dresses you see on TV. She sat up and looked around, unsure as to what was going on. She remembered what had happened, hearing things, seeing the way she did. She wondered briefly if she could do it again, but stopped when the door opened. "You're awake." The nurse stated. Marion nodded and she looked at the clipboard on the end of her bed. "You gave everyone quite a scare. How do you feel?"
"Hungry." The younger girl admitted and the nurse chuckled.
"I'll go get you some breakfast then." She told her.
"Where's my mom?" Marion asked and the nurse paused.
"She'll be along sweetie" the nurse promised her.
Over the next two years Marion found herself using her abilities when she didn't want to. Every time she did, she was lectured for a long time by mom and dad; they both told her good kids didn't do things like that. They both told her that she must never ever use her abilities, but the more she tried to suppress them, the more they came out at the most inconvenient times. Marion soon found herself listening to heated arguments between her parents, all about her, what they should do, who could help, that sort of thing. Marion would hear the thoughts they were thinking about her when they would be talking to other people, or sitting there quietly. She grew to hate what she was, what she was becoming. It wasn't until she met the Professor that things started to change.
Her school was at a museum of the arts, all of the kids were walking around, half listening to the teacher, half imagining what it would be like if they walked away from the group and went exploring on their own, while Marion hung around the back, trying to pay attention, while simultaneously trying not to listen to everyone's thoughts. As the class paused at a statue she heard her own thoughts echo back through her head, making her gasp. She looked around; before she picked up the same feeling she had gotten a moment before. Marion found herself walking away from the class, following the feeling as she moved towards a security door. She opened the door and walked through it before she tried to concentrate on the feeling. It took a lot of energy, but when she finally felt it, she ran towards it, through the back room and up a pair of metal stairs before she got to another door. She pressed her ear to the door and shut her eyes, concentrating on listening.
"There is someone here with extraordinary powers." A man's voice stated.
"What's he talking about?" another man asked.
"Abe is picking up on someone like himself." Someone else stated. Marion smiled at the sound of his voice, there was something about him she liked.
"Well does it have anything to do with the painting?" the second person asked.
"No, but it might please you to know, she is right outside." The first person stated. Marion gasped and pulled away from the door as it opened, she found herself looking up at an older gentleman in a brown suit with glasses looking down at her with a friendly smile.
"Hello there." He smiled at her. "Don't be afraid, we will not hurt you." She stared at him for a moment, before he offered his hand. She stared at it for a moment, and then, as if she were understanding what he was offering she put her hand into his. It was murky at first, like swimming through mud, but she could feel a few things about him. He was nice. That was all she needed to know. That he was nice. She followed him into the room, and found herself being stared at by three other… People.
The first was an older man in a suit, looking very unimpressed, but the other two, they were the ones she was concentrating on. The first was a huge man with red skin, black hair, and huge round circles on his forehead that looked like bone. He had a tail protruding from his trench coat and his hand was large and made of what looked like red stone. The second man was smaller, with blue green skin and black marks; he was wearing what looked like a black wetsuit that had a strange contraption on his neck, as well as goggles.
"What is your name my dear?" the older man who had let her into the room asked.
"Her name is Marion Rebecca Bishop." The green man spoke up as he slipped off the black gloves he was wearing. "She's twelve years old, and has been showing signs of her abilities for two years now, but her adoptive parents insist she hide her abilities to fit in with everyone else. That's caused quite a number of incidents hasn't it?" he asked and Marion nodded. "She also used one of her sensory abilities to listen at the door, meaning she won't be able to talk for another… Five minutes?" he asked making her nod again.
"You sure she's twelve? Girl's hardly bigger than a mouse." The red man scoffed making her smile. "You like that kid? The name's Hellboy, but you can call me Red." She held out her hand politely, and he laughed before giving her a shake so hard it knocked her on the ground. "Whoops, sorry squirt." His tail wrapped around her lifting her up.
"Two years of hiding your abilities." The older man sighed as he looked at her. "That must be so hard on a young lady like yourself."
"It is." Marion looked at Abe who spoke her thought to the Professor.
"So how did she find us? Is she like a supernatural metal detector or something?" the grumpy man asked.
"I picked up on her abilities and I led her here." Abe told them.
"Come on fish stick, we're supposed to be here for the painting." He sighed.
"The painting is empty." Marion said suddenly and everyone looked at her.
"What does she mean, empty?"
"She means there is nothing inside the painting." Abe replied.
"My class is going to be looking for me." She told them softly.
"Ah, yes, we had better get you back to class." The Professor nodded. "I'll take her, say good bye gentlemen."
"Hey pops, ya sure we should let her go back to the humans who're makin' her hide?" H.B. asked.
"No I'm not." He replied. "But we'll see if we can soon remedy that."
"It was nice to meet you." Marion looked at Hellboy who grinned.
"Good ta meet you too Mouse."
When Marion went home she was surprised to see the Professor and the grumpy man from earlier there talking to her parents. "Mary, sweetie, these men, they work for a school." Her mom said making Marion frown. "No they don't." she replied. "They work for the government."
"Well I-" her mom looked from the men to her daughter.
"It's quite alright Mrs. Bishop," the Professor said. "Agent Manning and I had the pleasure of meeting your daughter at the museum this afternoon. She is a very talented young lady."
"How's Hellboy?" she asked and the Professor chuckled.
"Interested to know if you'll be joining us." He replied making Marion look at her parents.
"Can I? Please?" she asked hopefully.
"Mary, I don't think you understand, these people, they want to take you from us." Her dad frowned.
"I know." She replied.
"You know?" her mom asked and her dad's frown deepened.
"You've been doing it again, haven't you?" he asked angrily.
"I- I didn't mean to-"
"Mr. Bishop, where we're going to take her, there will be no raised voices for using her abilities. There will be no punishment for a slip of the mind or control. Marion will be encouraged to learn to control herself, she'll learn to use her abilities to her advantage." The Professor told him.
"And when something happens, when you find out what that kid is capable of, you'll come crying for us to take her back, you'll be putting a little weapon in the home with our kids." He shook his head.
"I can assure you, we would never turn our backs on her like that." The Professor told dad who sighed, before looking at his wife.
"What do you think?" he asked her.
"I don't know what to think." She replied.
"Frankly," the Professor stated. "I don't think this is the decision for either of you to make." Everyone looked at Marion who smiled at him brightly.
"I want to go with them." She told her parents.
"What about when people ask where she went? What do we do then?"
"Tell them I went to a new school, a special school." She offered with a pleading look.
"You really think you belong with them?" he asked and she nodded quickly. "I guess you've made your choice then." He looked down at her seriously. "But if you keep learning, keep usin' that power... You can go with them, but you can't come back here." He told her seriously. She looked from him to Professor Broom. He held his hand out to her and she slipped her hand into his.
"Marion," Mouse opened her eyes and looked around. They were still in the truck.
"Hm?" she looked at Abe and then smiled at him. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid so." he chuckled and she sighed as she slipped her hands into his outstretched hands, He helped pull her to her feet and wrapped his arm around her as they walked together. Mouse smiled wrapping her arm around his waist until they got to her door. He walked in with her, looking around her purple and teal room as she set down her basket on the table.
"Is H.B. Okay?" she asked.
"He'll survive." Abe replied. "I have to go look at his arm in a moment."
"Do you want me to come with?" she asked.
"You should get some rest. You've had a tiring night." He walked over to her and ran his thumb over a cut she had gotten on her forehead. "This won't scar, but you should be sure to clean it."
"Hey, you know I don't care about scars." She smiled.
"Hey Blue, you comin' or what!?" they heard Hellboy shout from down the hall.
"I'd better go." Abe looked at Mouse who nodded, leaning into Abe's touch.
"Good night Abe." She smiled at him.
"Good night Marion," he replied as he walked to the door and then paused. "And- Happy Halloween." He looked over his shoulder at her making her laugh lightly before he left.
Okay so you got to learn a little more about Mouse and you got to see that she and Abe are pretty close, good right? Well I hope y'all enjoyed it, cause that's all ya get for tonight!
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