Hellboy: Hell on Earth

Chapter 2: Giant Problem

It took them a day and a half to get back at the base, which was in the mountains, hidden from the world in a secret place deep in the heart of Colorado. With Hellboy riding in the back of the helicopter, basically taking over three seats because of his 7-foot size, Katherine rode in the front, hanging on for her lift as she keeps her eyes shut. She was terrified of heights.

"You alright up there, Princess?" Hellboy's annoying voice erupts from the headgear, and he laughs at her.

"Go fuck yourself." Katherine snaps and whimpers in terror when the helicopter bounces a little as it starts to land.

"Just breathe. You'll be alright." The pilot soothes.

Katherine tries to calm her breathing, but whimpers again and digs her nails into her palm till she drew blood. Hellboy frowns at her reaction to the ride, he couldn't believe she was that scared. At first, he thought she was only airsick, but seeing the true terror...he was beginning to feel really bad for laughing at her.

As soon as the helicopter touched down, Hellboy gets out first and moves to help Katherine. Katherine frowns at him and eyes him with suspicion but takes his hand. She was surprised that he was helping her...after a month and a half of arguing and teasing, besides their time in Tijuana, he was finally being nice to her.

Together, they walk into the B.P.R.D., brushing past the wall of the fallen agents. Hellboy couldn't help but look at the new name that was now being painted. Esteban Ruiz. The man who was painting his name stopped and looked at Hellboy. Hellboy could almost see the blame in the man's eyes. Saying, 'You did this'.

Hellboy averts his eyes and drifts over the rest of the names and sees the one name that broke his heart the most. 'Elizabeth Sherman'. He sighs heavily and looks aways, heading straight for his room to take a shower and shave his horns as they were beginning to grow again. He was relieved that Katherine never asked about his horns. He hated the sight of them every time he wakes up in the morning.

Standing under the hot shower spray, Hellboy sighs in bliss. After being in Tijuana for so long, drunk as fuck, Katherine wasn't wrong about how he smelled. He usually doesn't care but not even he could stand his own stench. Lifting his head and letting the water hit his face, Hellboy wishes he could wash away the guilt that was eating him alive. He was losing so many friends; he was growing tired. Especially when it's his fault his friends die.

"It's not your fault." Katherine's voice echoes in his head. He couldn't help but scoff at those words. It was his fault, and he knows it. Everyone does. She just doesn't understand. She'll never understand.

With a slap of his hand, he shuts the water off and storms out of the shower. Dripping wet, he stands in front of his mirror with an extra large towel wrapped around his hips as he hears the news report about him and what happened in Tijuana. He grabs his electric saw and begins to trim his horns.

"Details are still emerging with regard to the tragic events in Mexico. There's very little information known about Hellboy or the secretive agency that apparently, he works for..."

Hellboy sighs deeply and places his saw down once he got the rough edges off, but they still looked uneven.

-knock knock-

He looks over his shoulder, frowning in confusion. He had a feeling he knew who was behind the door. The agents would never knock, and neither would his father. It had to be Katherine.

"Who is it?" He calls out.

"It's me. Are you decent?" Katherine calls out.

Hellboy scoffs, he hated being right sometimes. He turns back towards the mirror and begins to file his horns, "Yeah, come on in."