Writer: So, in the last chapter, I mentioned that Meg knew Abe was staring directly at Theo even though she can't see. Now, normally when I make Meg do things or notice things you'd think only seeing people could do and notice, I have there be some sound or vibration on the floor or something that tells her, and that way it's more obvious. Like this, this is what I should have put: "I hear the soft breath of rustling fabric coming from Abe as he leans forwards, putting the book back on the rolling shelf. His face seems to be boring onto Theo's small form..." I put something like that in it normally. I guess I just forgot to. Maybe I would have toned that down though, seems exaggerated. Thank you to Epalladino for reminding me about that, and for everyone reading this, I'm just going to say that with blind people, especially people who are born blind, they can really do absolutely anything a seeing person can do (if anyone says 'drive a car', yes, I know that's an exception) and there are ways to tell everything about a person from sound, probably more since people disguise their faces more then their voices. If you're blind, all your other senses are heightened, so you can hear things really well, like the mouth pulling back when people lie and wet hair squeaking against each strand. So, really Meg can do anything, and in this story she definitely believes it. Not that any of these are excuses for not putting in why she knows these things, most people don't know this about blind people and even if they do it's not good for a writer to leave out details like that. Well, here's the end of this long writer's note. Maybe I should just start saying "Here's story, go."

Disclaimer: ...I can't think of anything remotely witty to say. Hellboy's not mine...

I sit down on the couch with an oddly satisfying plunk as some bit of metal on the inside of the couch resoundingly bangs against another piece.
Everything is silent in the world, or my world at least. I don't even know what to think anymore. I hear Abe swimming around inside his tank, a gurgling noise as the water moves so his body can push through it, and wonder vaguely if people can read your thoughts when even you don't know what they are.
All I can think of is that little kid, my brother, turning his head away...
"Sorry Meggie..."
He shouldn't have to be sorry.
Why do I keep him with me? It's not for him, obviously. It's for me. It's for stupid selfish monster and monster-attacking me. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I even think of keeping him here after what happened before. I had been considering sending him away, but then I convinced myself it was all solved, everything was solved because we had a place to stay. It was the place Theo had been kidnaped from to begin with, too.
"Meg?"
I lift my head quickly. I'll never get used to that. Always I'm expecting there to be foot steps before voices, not splashing and gurgling.
"Hey, Abe."
There's a long silence. Then I stand up awkwardly to turn the stupid pages to the flat blank paper books that he can read through a wall that's just as solid and claustrophobic as metal to me. God, I have to get rid of this stupid attitude. Seeing wouldn't do anything, anything to help me. But still, whenever I get into some depressed stage over something like this, it all goes back to what I definitely can't have. Sight. A normal life. Or, at times, fairly stupid things, like private islands or jets. No, not just those things were stupid. It was all stupid. I didn't need any of it.
"Meg, I don't think Theo meant what you thought he did when he..." Abe starts through the glass. I hear a hand come up against the smooth surface for a moment, and my head turns away before I can think about it. I remember sobbing in a chair saying "no no no..."
It makes me feel pretty stupid, remembering that. Don't take my mind, don't take my mind.
There's a long pause that seems to stretch out for more time then it should, just this strange silence. I hear the tiny sounds that you find in libraries, the ticking of some old clock, the rustling of some small insect's wings in the corner. And then there's footsteps from outside, and Hellboy walks in just as a blaring yet somehow smooth voice comes over the loud speakers.
"Code Red, Code Red..."
"Why don't they yell "Code blue" or something? Hellboy mutters as he walks inside. "Or code white, or code brown, or code tan or some other color... do we know any green people?"
I smile slightly. "They're being very discrimatory, you're right." I say with some slightly forced snicker. "So, what's the problem?" I need a distraction right now.
Abe has already climbed out wherever that large fish tank thing lets him out, somewhere at the top, and has came down to join us. "Twice in one day?" He says sounding a little surprised.
"The annoyingly large community of freaks beckons us, come on." Hellboy says, sarcasm positively dripping from the words.
As we're walking down back outside to the truck, I hear smaller feet walking with us, behind Hellboy. I know he's trying to hide behind Hellboy's loud footsteps, but I still hear him shuffling along. I'm not saying anything though. If he's staying with us, he's not running away. I feel a twinge in my stomach though as I realize I'm not sure which one's worse.
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"So, what's up now? Because really, it better be something good. This is kind of starting to piss me off."
Abe turned and glanced at Liz, who was glaring coldly at Manning. Hellboy was standing next to her, wearing the same expression. Myers had somehow gotten out of coming here because of some relative or friend's birthday, something Hellboy had been incredibly angry at, especially since there had been occasions on his birthday when he still had to work. (well, his 'come to Earth' day, anyway.) For some reason Theo had abandoned standing behind Hellboy and now seemed to be glued to Abe's side, the small boy's hair brushing against his arm. He was staring pointedly at Abe, as though he were trying to tell him something, but Abe really wasn't prepared to deal with the wrath of Meg if he were to read her little brother's mind. Theo didn't seem to be thinking of this however. Abe blinked at him, and regretted it slightly a moment later when Theo nodded, as if he saw the small movement as some kind of sign, and turned away.
Not reading people's minds was incredibly annoying.
"Ok, everyone just be quiet for a while, I get it, no one is happy about having to go on another mission, but this one seems to be connected to the last one, so it's more like one mission continued." Manning said, quite obviously just as pissed off and tired as everyone else. "As soon as the alchemy corpse exploded, no less then seven calls came in at the local police station that people had seen a similar explosion here at exactly the same time, and there was no known reason for there to have been an explosion here. We wouldn't have even come, except that the local police wouldn't go in. Something about it being haunted. Which, while we're here, we could in fact check that out too."
"No known reason? Are you sure there's not construction going on here? Because this is the city, there's always construction going on somewhere. Or maybe just a friendly gang of soon to be incarcerated kids. Just because we hear about it doesn't mean it's not a perfectly mundane coincidence." Hellboy said in a sarcastically hopeful voice. There were a few chuckles. Manning, with a strain, ignored him. Though a muscle did twitch in his eyebrow angrilly.
"So we're just going to take a look around, make sure there's not another one of those freaks, and go back, got it?"
There were a few collective mumbles and somebody sneezed.
"Got it?!"
"Yes sir." Shouted the human agents, minus Liz, and if she counted as one, Meg, who was standing in the corner of the truck. Her face was turned away from Theo, as though doing so would make her stop hearing him.
The doors opened with a resounding clang, the metallic reflection of the lights in the truck flashed across Abe's vision for a moment. They piled out, Hellboy, as always, leading the way, but with much less spirit then was normal for him.
The sight that met them was a dilapidated old apartment complex on a street that looked like someone had gone through it with paint bombs that exploded into words that Hellboy used and all sorts of nameless grime in every corner. The other agents ducked into the darkness of the inside of the apartment building, their frames fading to shadows for a moment. Theo tried to push his way out to the front, but Liz caught his arm and held him back. A small child coming didn't seem like the kind of idea Manning would approve of, and even besides that, if he had to be here, he should at least be out of the way in case there turned out to actually be something inside the old building.
Shafts of light came down from the ceiling, showing themselves from the clouds of dust that seemed to rest on every layer of air. At first glance, it seemed obvious there had been some kind of explosion, there were rocks everywhere, crumbled into the floor like ashes, and old unused pipes fallen down. Almost every piece of visible metal was rusted through, looking as frail as the edges of burnt paper. It looked almost as though the core of the apartment building had rotted down like fruit, and by looking up you could see right up to the top, where there was a skylight shimmering in the waves of city heat from outside on what used to be a roof, the floors of the upper rooms crumbled away from age. The only problem was, there was simply too much of the walls and ceiling that had fallen down that they couldn't tell which part had recently exploded.
"Ok, I've checked all three floors, there's nothing here." Hellboy said, looking up through the large hole down the middle of the building.
Abe picked his way carefully through the debris, trying, and failing, to keep from stepping on many of the annoyingly sharp stones. He wondered vaguely why Hellboy managed to get specially made keyboards for computers and he still couldn't get any shoes.
He turned his head instinctively as another bit of rock on the far side of the wall crumbled, and then blinked slowly at what he saw.
There seemed to be some sort of design on the wall, in frayed and ancient paint. Great arching lines he could see behind where the small piece of rock had crumbled away, the paint appearing aged as though the drawing itself, whatever it was, had rusted like the many pipes littering the floor. Abe stared for an instant at the familiar symbol, the alchemy he had already seen that day.
"I found something." Abe said, picking his way over to the wall. The other people in the room shuffled in his direction. Before he could stop him, Theo crawled over the rocks right up to the wall. Meg turned her face up sharply from where Liz was helping her across the field of shattered rock as Theo's footsteps raced by her.
"What is it?" She asked Abe, the shell of her ear still facing where Theo had just ran by, so she spoke to him at a strange angle, as though someone had forcibly twisted her neck around.
"It's some sort of design on the wall. I'm not sure, most of it is still covered, but it seems to be the same one on the corpse from... from..." Abe slowly dropped down on all fours, taking off his gloves quickly and placing his bare hand on the ground, ignoring the feeling of the small sand of rock sticking to his fingers like splinters as the overwhelming feeling of a presence came over him, a feeling like he was being stared at from eyes he couldn't see. "Does this place have a basement?" He said quietly, his fingers splayed out flat on the floor.
"No. We got a blueprint of the place. It had a small underground room for storage and crap, but that was on the other side. Why, what is it?" Hellboy asked, picking his way over to where Abe was standing and staring down at the ground as though he could see through the rocks to what Abe was sensing.
"Well... there are... life forms down there." Abe said, squinting slightly, and then abandoning this when he realized there really was no point in him squinting, it didn't do anything for him besides make the part of his eyes covered see things in blurred shadows. He wondering what exactly had inspired him to try for a moment, but it was incredibly irrelevant, so he abandoned this train of thought quickly, feeling the almost claustrophobic feeling of someone else, their emotions spinning through his head, practically pressuring his scull with extra thought.
"Life forms? Like from old alien movies? Or are you just being dramatic about creepy humans or huge mindless monsters being controlled by the creepy humans, the usual kind of crap?" Hellboy asked, shifting his weight.
"Wait, one of them is looking up at... I think they know we're-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence though. He heard someone let out a cry and he looked up, realizing that the floor seemed to be rising up around him. He felt Theo's hand grab his shoulder, and then Theo himself falling on top of him when trying to pull him up didn't work. He looked up, seeing Liz's eyes widening as the rocks crumbled in a circle around his knees, Manning with his mouth hanging open, Meg with a look of utter confusion, and then he didn't see anything but a large red hand reaching up from behind him, trying to grab the floor above them in one swipe, rock rubbing against rock as he missed, reaching again to try to grip the surface world that was slowly slipping away from them. But it was too late, he heard a great rumbling sound as the rocks below him shot upwards in line, sliding along the inside of the floor like a snake, and filled in the hole where the floor he and Hellboy had been standing on had been. He fell, Theo still gripping him for dear life.
"Not again, oh shit..." He heard Hellboy yell, the words echoing off the floor as walls on all sides of them as they were swallowed by an unknown darkness.

Writer: Ok, I need to apologize for a few things. The first one is I'm sorry for always leaving long Writer's notes. Another one is I'm sorry for pretty much abandoning this story for months. I'm also sorry that this story is really not as good as Thelodus #1. I'm just not enjoying writing this one as much as I did with Thelodus, and I think that's why this one isn't exactly written that well at all. Probably just because I hadn't reached any for of actual excitment in the plot yet though. (Also apalogising about shortness of chapters, there's a big long chapter coming soon, don't worry.)