Finally got this chapter posted...OIY VEY. It took me a century because of some stupid virus thing on my computer. Like I said, my computer screen was on an upside down last week for some apparent reason, and I had to type the third last chapter standing on my head...anyhow, this virus must have had something to do with it... PLEASE REVIEW :D


Chapter 14: I Love My Fluffy Fluff

"I don't think a human is capable of stealing a bracelet from all the way down underground. It's just not possible!" Rebecca was angry at the accusation the Garilics made. "It is just way out of our league and yet they killed him along with university students just to prove a point?"

"Rebecca Shh, Let's not get too loud. I don't know how old these sewers are, but if you are too loud the entire thing might just collapse." Abe confirmed.

"I don't care if the sewers collapse on us. It will serve the Garilics right for trying to wipe out an entire civilisation! Lets wipe out their history while we're at it. I'm scared Abe. I don't want them to kill everyone up where we live."

The old man shrugged his shoulders. "You're here aren't you? That proves something. It's not entirely wrong. That means it's possible to come here on your own. Therefore making any human proficient of such things."

"Yah, but I was a human with paranormal acquaintance. I really don't think that someone from our city can get here on their own." She sighed then sat down leaning her back to the wall. "Shit, I just sat on wet mossy cobblestones…It's going to leave a spot on my butt." She held her hands on her head. "This is getting us nowhere. Yes, we found out what was stolen, but it's not going to matter whether we find it or not because their Queen is gone anyway…for good."

"Wait, you just said a person would have to get here by magical companions." Abe stood tall and straight looking up at the carvings again. "Maybe it wasn't Professor Archibald's intention to steal the bracelet and kill the Queen. Maybe someone else lured him over to the underground. Someone who has great ambitions but can't do anything themselves. The thing is, there are billions of things on this earth and accusing one person without major evidence would be insufferably foolish."

Abe seemed to catch both Rebecca's and the old man's attention, but right after that moment had lasted they heard voices in another language coming from farther away. The voices seemed to come closer and the old man hesitated for a moment. Everyone looked at each other with worry. There were no hiding places, and if it was a few golems they might as well say goodbye to each other now.

The old man clutched at Rebecca's arm and whispered harshly. "Run, there is no way you will survive here if they know you're here. You are best to…" He stopped, then looked into her eyes and gasped. It was as if he found out something quite devastating but Rebecca shook his grip away causing the man to fall and both she and Abe ran as fast as they could in the opposite direction. The man would probably be killed and Abe and her where their next target.

Abe was well ahead already, and Rebecca started to regret not being a pro athlete back in high school. She was concentrating hard on her main goal to get out of there. Adrenaline rushed through her blood and her heart pounded furiously as if it were about to explode.

"Rebecca," She thought to herself. "It's a choice between life and death. I want to live, please let me live."

Her feet kept running when all of a sudden she tripped over an out of place cobblestone and she fell flat on her face, her hands aching from the force. Her oil lamp shattered as it hit the ground. She was sure she had a nosebleed and she was probably bleeding elsewhere because when she fell down, some gagged rocks scraped her skin. She wouldn't be able to get up and walk again normally because she twisted her ankle on her way down. It throbbed like hell, and this would be it, the last moment of her life.

But she was wrong, she felt a pair of hands and the next thing she new, she was in Abe's arms being carried all the way down the tunnel, her head leaning against his chest. She never felt more relived in her life, not to mention happy. Of course he was running and the shouting voices seemed to be closer than ever. However, one moment they were in the sewers, and the next moment they were in a brighter and a more crowded area, which was probably the market they were in before. Rebecca was just recovering from her shock, so it was hard to concentrate. The mysterious things stopped following them. That was a satisfaction.

"What happened?" A familiar voice asked. "What's wrong with Rebecca?" It was Liz, her face came into view along with Hellboy's. They seemed a little blurry to Rebecca though, and it made her moderately nauseous either though it was nice to see the faces of her friends.

"She's just shocked that's all." Abe set her down near the owl-eyed lady's shopping stand and the lady gaped at them curiously. "Though, she did have a fairly bad fall. I don't know how fast she was running when she tripped but it might have taken an effect on her ankle." He placed a hand on her leg. "If you don't mind Rebecca." She nodded for him to continue and his hands slid down to her ankle. "Tell me if this hurts." He gently took her foot and rotated it.

She shook her head. "It doesn't really. It just feels a little numb."

"Then your fine. You'll be back on your feet in no time." He assured her. "In the meantime, we better find something to clean up your face, you had one heck of a nosebleed. I swear it looks like a stream." Rebecca laughed at the thought of little people in boats flowing down her face, then shrugged.

"I can live." She said. She tried getting up, but her ankle deceived her making her fall once again to the ground. "This is going to be harder than I thought. This is probably the last test to the B.P.R.D. agent training session isn't it?" She joked.

"Pffft." Hellboy muttered. "You wish." He put his arm around Liz's shoulders and began walking. "Abe's carrying you this time. I'm too lazy to do anything."

Rebecca turned to Abe. "Sorry. About earlier. You risked your own life to save me and I owe you a lot. You would have been killed if it went wrong so thank you."

"No no, thank you for not being killed." Abe sighed then Rebecca allowed him to pick her up again. "We've had enough agents die on our hands already. It's almost to much to bare."

"Your welcome then. I'm happy to oblige." She smiled and he chuckled. "Let's go home."

"I couldn't say something better myself."


"Where were you guys?" Manning was frantic and raging on and on about how late they were, when they arrived back at the B.P.R.D. Jude, as always, was sitting on a desk smoking a cigarette and playing with his lighter. But Manning on the other hand was stalking back and forth lecturing about how they should always be back on their curfew. "You guys never listen to me. I'm failing at my job. I know it."

Meyers came into the meeting room with crutches and decided to sit down on a chair. He looked up at Hellboy, Liz, Abe and then Rebecca. "What happened to you Rebecca?" he asked noticing her red stained face.

She shook her head to discourage him from asking her at a time like this. "Not now, John. I'll tell you another time."

Manning went on. "…And you keep on doing practical jokes on me Hellboy. You steal my cigars, and you say that I, as the director, shouldn't care about your whereabouts yadda yadda. You need a time out Hellboy and there's no way I'm going to let you get away with something this time."

"Hey," Hellboy interrupted. "Manning? Varki elemord vanden kartie." After that phrase he walked over to Jude and started mingling with him.

Manning was confused. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?"

Then Liz smirked and sighed. "It means, you are a stupid fat pig." She then followed Hellboy's actions and went to chat with Jude along with Myers, Abe and Rebecca.

Manning still stood there, trying to absorb the words that Hellboy just told him.


The next day, Hellboy decided to be an early riser. He kissed Liz on the cheek, made sure she was nice and tucked in, so that she could sleep in another few hours, then he left the room to stroll along the halls. A pair of wheels was rolling behind him and he heard Ryan call his name. "Hellboy! Red! Wait."

Hellboy turned around, noticing the boy didn't have spiky hair today. "Your maid didn't feel like spiking your hair today?"

"No, I told her not to, I was kind of busy these passed few weeks." He rolled along side Hellboy and they started strolling once again. "How was your mission yesterday? I know you guys were late because I could hear Manning yelling, being a few kilometres away. He would be a great opera singer if he were singing instead because they wouldn't need any good acoustics for his voice…but then again not that he can sing. So how was it?"

Hellboy looked at Ryan, "Are you OK? You don't seem to be getting enough sleep because you have circles around your eyes."

"I'm fine. Stop changing the subject."

"It was cool I guess. We met this Elf guy, and he told us about what recently was going on, cause I asked him. And he was smoking some strange hooka pipe, and then after he told us all about some Queen's bracelet that was stolen yadda yadda, but he seemed totally laid back about the situation. I think it had something to do with the drugs he was smoking because I didn't really think the story he was saying was exactly true. Then when we looked at our wrists remembering that we actually didn't have a watch to tell us the time, we looked back up and he was gone. That was it. Like he disappeared or something. But that's what all mystical creatures do, because they think it's got style or something. If you ask me, it's just a way to confuse you and make sure they make you think you just had too much alcohol drink…no wait. Make that red bull."

"You guys are lucky that way though." Ryan tried extremely hard to tilt his head to face Hellboy. "You can go on missions like that, Liz told me about the underground Market yesterday and she said it was simply phenomenal how they seem to hide such a big place so well. It's nice to here about it, but experiencing it would be a whole lot better."

Hellboy gave him a raised eyebrow. "If you're thinking of asking me to take you to one of these things, the answer is no fricken way. I am not pushing you around like some baby on a stroller while crazy ugly things are attacking us."

"Aww come on. Like I always say, I won't feel guilty for the things I've done, but for the things I haven't done." He stopped and angled his wheel chair towards Hellboy. "I'm probably going to die soon anyway so it really doesn't matter if you have to ditch me at some point. But I'm an agent aren't I?"

"No"

"I wanted to get arrested at some point of my life but I haven't done it yet because they think that even though I stole candy from a candy store I'm just a poor ol' cripple, and besides this is way cooler!"

"No."

"Oh and if we ever have to go sky diving. COUNT ME IN. It would be wild."

"No!" Ryan got into his fed up stage and repeatedly rammed his wheelchair into Hellboy's shine. Hellboy just stood there rolling his eyes. "Look, if the mission concerns you in anyway, maybe we can take you along. It's just that I don't feel like slowing down because of you. You're just so slow. But ok, we might take you."

"Yes! Victory! So how about the next mission?"

"No, maybe the next next next next next next next mission." Hellboy continued walking.

"Wait." Ryan shouted after him. "I'm not finished with you yet. Let's go to the gun room so you can test your new present."


"So how do you like it? I came up with it about three weeks ago and just finished it today. I was bored you know." Ryan sat in his wheelchair looking up at Hellboy who was holding up a high tech revolver gun.

"It's really chunky." Hellboy examined the gun over and over. "But lighter than most guns."

"I just added the extra fluff, because I know you like guns that way. I can't use it because of my disease, but other than that, I thought it would be cool to give it so someone like you. There are six chambers on that gun as usual. It's a 38 caliber just so you know what type of ammo you use. Oh but test it out. I made a few minor changes that could change history."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just test it out!"

"Ok, sheesh cool down." Hellboy took aim at the target and pulled down the hammer then shot a straight bull's eye as usual. Then he went up to Ryan and held the gun up to his face. "Yah, so I hit a bulls eye big deal- I always hit bulls eyes your just-

"I know but did you notice anything else?"

Hellboy messed up his face, then remembered most guns and how fierce the gunpowder reacted causing the explosions. "But…yah, I didn't feel a thing when I pulled the trigger. It was like there was no explosion happening at the tips of my fingers."

"Exactly. I finally managed to make a gun with hardly any recoil. It's extremely efficient for people with broken arms, and for little kids. However don't leave your thumb were the hammer is because it could take your entire thumb off when you pull the trigger but other than that, use it when you have a broken arm or something because it won't damage your arm."

"How did you do it? Tell me!"

"And reveal the secrets of moi? No way, devil ape. I'm planing to get rich in the last few months of my life." He started rolling away when he realised something. "Oh and did you notice that Liz has been acting somewhat unusual lately? I'm usually not concerned for those types of things but she just doesn't seem to be herself (And Liz not being herself means the world is going to turn backwards). I think you should really consider talking to her."

Hellboy absorbed his words for a moment. Today was a good day and he didn't really seem to want to disturb Liz in anyway, so he would surly ask her tomorrow. That is…after Manning finds out that his cable was cut, and that he only has one channel showing kids shows like "Mr. Rogers" or "sesame street". What's worse is that "Telletubbies" premiers on that channel repeatedly…

Ahhh, the perfect way to torture Manning.


"How about this one?" Rebecca and Abe were on the floor of the library, Abe leaning on a chair, and Rebecca lying on the floor with a poetry book held up to her face eating an apple at the same time. "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire-

"Fire and Ice by Robert frost." Abe confirmed.

"Ok, how about this one," Rebecca flipped to an indiscriminate page. "I want you to know one thing-

"If you forgot me, by Pablo Neruda."

Rebecca sat up taking another chunk out of her apple. "Already? I nearly read one sentence of the poem and you guessed it like that." She snapped her fingers giving an example of the approximate time. "If it were me, you would have to read the entire poem before I could figure it out. No wait, you would have to mouth the title to me as well. I'm not a fast thinker like you."

"Don't forget I've seen all those poems about a million times." Abe shook his head then got up. "And I'm not that fast of a thinker, for example," He walked over to one of the stands he kept near the water tank and retrieved a Rubik's cube with only two completed sides. "I've had this thing for as long as I can remember, and I still haven't completed the entire thing."

"I think I know why," Rebecca got up from her current position and walked over to Abe to touch the Rubik's cube and observe it. "It's because you have two sides, but in order to do the other sides, you have to mess up the already perfect sides. If I did this, I would be absolutely paranoid that I would mess up the entire thing and just have to start all over again."

"There is a pattern though." Abe pointed to the square in the middle of each side. "I know the middle of each side never moves. However, I don't entirely know the rest. I deceive myself by not knowing."

"Don't, because everyone knows you are quite smart intellectually and whatever else you are. You have really good memory too."

"I thought I was the one who told you, you had a good memory."

"…right, but that doesn't mean I can't complement on that quality of yours." She looked at the Rubik's cube then looked straight up back at Abe. "You know, there are people who can solve this using one hand in less than a minute."

Abe laughed. "And is there anything else you have to say about this Rubik's cube that non of us can solve, so instead we willingly glare at it as if it's the worst thing existing on the planet and only contemplate on it's annoying pattern?"

"Yah, that there are people who look at the Rubik's cube once around, then they are blindfolded, and then they solve it without looking at it." Rebecca laughed "I think they've mastered it. But maybe, they're not the artistic types of people, because maybe they don't care if they mess up the two sides that we've done and like clashing colours together." She held up her chin allowing her to inexplicably mimic a snobby brat. "We don't need Rubik's cube solvers because they clash colours together making this world a totally despicable place. Orange and green together? Eugh."

Abe chortled slightly, "You know, the first time I met you I figured that reading not being able to read your mind would be a great difficulty for me to get to know you. When I met Princess Nuala, she was hard to talk to. But you, you are open to anyone and will talk about anything."

"Yah, well it's not every day I meet a sweet and sensitive guy who just happens to be able to read minds like me and shares all of the same interests. Like Robin Hood." She winked, then knocked on the glass of the tank, and realised how refreshing it was to touch it compared to the hot air they were standing in. " Do you want to go swimming?"

"What?" Abe was bewildered. He had no idea what she was talking about, seeing that she just totally changed the subject.

"It's really hot down here because they are over heating this place, and so I think we should go swimming." She pointed to the tank.

"You don't have a bathing suit." Abe pointed out.

"I can swim in my clothes." Rebecca put her hands on her hips. "I had lifeguard training before. And I'm telling you now, I am a water fiend."

"Sure you are." Abe did what appeared to be rolling his eyes.

"I practically live in water."

"Sure you do. Coming from you, and seeing that your talking to me," He pointed at his webbed hands. "I find that extremely hard to believe."

"Wanna bet?"

"You're on." They both ran up stairs. And Abe showed Rebecca the way into the tank, which was concealed by another door, almost exactly like the door to Hellboys room. Abe opened it, revealing the way to get into the immense tank, and some surface area. They were both laughing, and Abe immediately dived in. Rebecca struggled to get her jacket off and scarf, so that she could jump in with only her tank top and shorts. Abe splashed her in the meantime, making her feel all of a sudden very cold.

"Holy shit!" She said, slightly wet. "You're going to pay for that, Mr. Sapien." With those last words she jumped in. The water seemed cold for a moment, but her body adjusted to the temperature after she started swimming a bit. She opened her eyes underwater and could see the library on the other side of the glass. Rebecca went over to it, and saw that she was a few metres above the library's ground level. It reminded her of flying, one of the things she envied birds for.

A pair of hands gripped her near her waste, giving her a moment's shock, and she noticed Abe swimming away wen she turned around to get him back somehow. She would be laughing right about now, but seeing that she was in the water, it was almost dangerous to let in a breath of air. She swam over to Abe as fast as she could, but he was still to fast. He smiled at her and she smiled back, only she smiled that type of smile suggesting that she had a trick up her sleeves.

She surfaced to take a breath of air, then back down under water. In the water, she faced him and he slowly drifted towards her. They looked at each other in a minute's bliss then Rebecca grabbed his arm surfacing the water and she slapped water in his face. "That's what you get for splashing water at me and scaring the daylights out of me when we were down under." They both began laughing again.

"I thought you were a water fiend therefore suggesting you can take on anything down there."

"I am…fine maybe I'm a water fiend above the surface because I'm better at splashing people than catching you." She did one last splash in his direction, then dunk her head under the surface again.

After being in the water for about 20 minutes Rebecca decided that she had better submerge or her hands would get too pruned up. She went up to the surface area, to get her clothes and called to Abe. "I'm going to sit in front of the fire place back in the library to dry off." She started going then Abe yelled after her.

"I'll come in a minute."

When Rebecca got there, she sat cross-legged with her arms outstretched to feel the fire's warmth. Abe joined her on the floor a few minutes after. The library was dark, with only the fireplace illuminating the place. "So, you had fun?"

Rebecca looked up at Abe. "Yah, no kidding. I would come here every day just to read books and swim. Mind you, next time I will bring a bathing suit."

"Oh yes, Definitely. You'll get cold if you don't have a change of clothes."

"Mr. Sapien, lecturing a fiend now?" She pulled her jacket closer around her. "I thought I could handle anything now that I am a fiend. Rar" She joked doing a cat scratching gesture.

Abe chuckled. "I didn't know cat's were masters at splashing people and swimming at the same time…I'm going to have to look that one up in the mystical creatures book."

They looked at each other now. Rebecca stared into his eyes trying to search for some thought she could possibly read. What was he thinking at this current moment? He did the same wondering what was going on in her head and it just happened.

She kissed him, and he passionately kissed her back. Everything in her past that was good just seemed to have flooded back to her in that one little moment. Everything would be good from now on.

Or so she hoped…


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