Chapter 1
"So, what have we got today…" Hellboy asked as he walked into the latest meeting, late of course, where most of the team was already there. Thomas Manning, folders in hand, turned to their newest arrival with glaring eyes.
"Arachne high priestess and company," Liz said, raising a hand unenthusiastically. "I hate spiders," she finished, putting it down, "especially giant ones."
"Don't we all?" Abe chimed in, "I meanwhile am stuck with a lake that appears to be manifesting some sort of vengeful water ghost. Cliché?"
Kate turned to both of them, "I'd take either of those in a heartbeat. I'm stuck here sorting Red's paperwork, which by the way looks like it hasn't been organized since 1980!" This ensued a chorus of murmurs of 'yeah, she wins'.
Thomas Manning rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, the ever present contest of 'who gets the worst assignment'. The things you guys come up with…" he said, sighing. He handed Hellboy the last folder in his hand. "You, Hellboy, have a house call."
Hellboy opened up the folder to find the picture of a very large and spooky looking mansion, complete with stormy ambience surrounding it. "You were saying something about clichés Abe?" he said, holding up the picture and waving it back and forth. "Rich billionaire thinks his house is haunted, what ever will they come up with next? Look Manning, this is obviously a publicity stunt, can't I just go with Liz?"
Kate smiled to herself as she walked out of the room. "Oh, don't worry Hellboy, I thought the same thing too. That's why I called them," she called, turning the corner with a good-bye wave to all of them.
Hellboy turned back to the remaining three. "She called the freaking Fraud Squad, didn't she?" Hellboy sighed, "I hate those guys. Especially that mutant mutt thing of theirs…"
"Like, that's the Mystery Gang and Scooby-Doo to you," came a voice in the background, which was echoed by a "Reah, Rystery Rang and Rooby-Roo."
Hellboy sighed as he turned to see the gang of five hippy teenagers and a brown dog with black spots was entering the briefing room, complete with color-coordinated outfits from the sixties that nobody wore anymore (except for the dog, who just had a blue collar labeled 'SD').
"Crap…" Hellboy let out almost inaudibly, handing the most muscular of them, a blonde male with an orange ascot, the case file. He looked through it a minute before turning to the rest of the teens with a big grin.
"Well gang, it looks like we have a mystery on our hands! To the Mystery Machine!" he said, one finger raised in the air. The group turned around and headed out as Hellboy turned back to the three others with glaring eyes.
"Someone, shoot me," he muttered, lowering his head so it was nearly buried within his trenchcoat as he followed the teenagers and canine companion out.
Hope you guys enjoy this, trust me, there's more to come. Feedback is appreciated.
Jinx