AN- This is a story for anyone who thinks that Abe deserves more than he gets in the movie. Spans from exiting cistern to COUGH not going to ruin the ending COUGH. There's a sequel, but I'm going to wait for feedback on this one, to see how I should edit it. I will respond to reviews, and anyone who does gets a virtual cookie...

Disclaimer- Don't own Hellboy, Abe, the plot, most of the dialogue. Basically what's mine is Abe's thoughts. But anyone who wants can use those too. Sniffle.

Silent Observer

Us Freaks

Chapter 1

Running

Oh God, I hurt so much.

I can barely even feel it anymore, only spikes of heat and cold, when something rubs or grates. I'm still swimming, I don't know how, but I'm still swimming.

The light is ahead of me: the literal light at the end of the tunnel. If I can get to the surface before Sammael catches me, I have a chance. A slim one, but there you go.

Climbing to the surface, I break out of the water fast, propelling myself quickly. I put my hands flat on the ground to pull myself up; ignoring the flashes this sends me.
A truck excavating, light streaming in, the sky is open. This is the construction of the cistern.

A man lifts the lid off, a rock tied to his foot, and suicides, jumping into the cistern right next to where I tread water, invisible to him. His wife left him. He lost custody of their children and had nothing left to live for.

The rats move in and scuttle past, the cistern is walled up, forgotten.

Blinking these flashes of history out of my eyes, I scrabbled for purchase on the slippery ground. I need to hide. I pull myself up, kicking, and I almost cry out as the edge rubbing against my chest send sizzling slashes of light into my eyes. The brightness flickers, and I realize that this must be what shock feels like.

I pull myself over to the wall, wedging myself behind a pillar. I huddle behind the scant protection it can offer me.

My heartbeat becomes irregular, and I fight to stay conscious.

Oh Gods, I can hear them. They're coming for me.

There are two of them now, these monsters. Two of them to hunt me. They've just come out of the reservoir. They're walking back and forth, back and forth.

I tuck my leg in and almost cry out as a cuton my leg, I didn't even know I had one, catches against to tiled floor. I presume I wasn't as fast as I thought when I headed for that crevasse. It doesn't look deep. I can still dash, if I have to. I hope not, I was never any good at running; my muscles weren't designed for it.

Ironic, I get another vision flash, and see that this pillar doesn't need to be here. It's a mistake in the building plans. If the architect hadn't pulled an all nighter to meet his deadline, I would be dead now.

Moss and Quarry are coming. I can hear them. They're going to help me.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

NO more death, oh please no. I've seen too much of that.

Death haunts me like a specter. I dream and see their faces again and again. I feel their spirits, and I relive their last moments. Sometimes I even feel their pain.

Sammael is coming back. Think of something else, stay still. Think of something else.

Lyrics, a poem, anything.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To claim our long forgotten gold.

It's so close I can feel its breath. The heat stings my chest. I gasp for a lungful of air silently. My gills function above water, but it's harder. I hurts when my lungs expand, putting strain on the wounded skin. I wish I was in the water.

A Senior Wizard

Of High Degree

With a special diploma

In wizardry

Is trudging along

At the top of the street

With a scowl on his face

And a pain in his feet.

It most definitely doesn't know I'm here. Moss died quickly, but Quarry was hurting so badly before he left, I can feel the energy they left tingling in the air around me. Honestly, I think that energy is all that's keeping me conscious. I can feel it slowly seeping through my palms. It's like light in a dark room. It's like water in the desert. It's life.

T'was brillig and the slithy toaves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

All mimsy were the borrow groves

and the moam raths outgrabe.

At least one of the monsters is gone. I can hear echoes of Hellboy fighting it. My locator is on, but I don't even remember touching it. Shows you what habit will do for you. Oh Gods it's back.

I can't get no satisfaction

I can't get no satisfaction

Cause I try and I try, and I try, and I try

I can't get no!

I can't get no!

When I'm driving in my car

And the man comes on the radio

He's telling me more and more

About some useless information

Supposed to drive my imagination

I can't get no!

Oh humanity, you're lucky you have Hellboy. Look at me now. I'm dangerous in a crisis. I go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel. Douglas Adams really knew what he was talking about.

Sammael is gone now. I'm safe, for now. I want to sleep, but I know I can't. I'm going into shock. I have to stay awake. Someone will come for me soon, unless they're all dead.

Don't think that. It's not true. You're just scaring yourself. They'll come. That's what friends are for.

Friends?

Yes, they're my friends. I belong with them.

Is that the same thing, belonging and friendship?

I don't know. I don't really know anything anymore.

ARGH!!!