Hellboy: Back to the Beginning

Chapter 3: They're Back

Beaten and bloodied, Hellboy and Kat felt they deserved to have a breather. And a cold drink. But knowing the bureau, they didn't have much time. Sneaking back towards the Halloween celebration, Hellboy hides behind a huge bush from the humans while Katherine waits for him on a picnic blanket, far from the crowd. On a bench, a young guy dressed in a clown costume pulls out a cold six pack of beer and passionately kisses his girlfriend. Once the guy was occupied, Hellboy's bright, red tail neatly snatches the six-pack. Behind the bench, Hellboy grins in triumph.

"Good luck with that, bud." He snorts softly and takes off to find Kat.

There she was, waiting for him on that large blanket, facing the moon as the city lights. Everything shined like diamonds all over her, it took Hellboy's breath away.

"Hey, Kitten." He calls out as he approaches. "Got the beer." He holds up the six pack, wiggling the cans as they rattle against each other.

"Did you have any trouble?" She asks as she looks over her shoulder.

"Nah, piece of cake." He shrugs and moves to sit down next to her with a grunt. "Ah!" He sighs and removes two cans from the plastic and hands one to Kat. "Here ya go, Babe."

Kat sighs as she snuggles against his stoned arm, "Thank you." She takes it and together they pop their cans open.

"Cheers, Kitten." He grunts and they clink their cans together. Gulping down, Hellboy grunts and sighs. "Ah!" He sighs heavily.

Kat takes a few gulps and sighs, pressing the cold can against her head. Hellboy looks over to her and reaches out to gently touch her chin, tipping her head up to scan her head wound.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks gently.

"Just sore." She waves it off, then gasps at the sight of Hellboy's bloodied arm that carried a huge tear, "Red, your arm!" She exclaims.

"It's just a scratch." He waves it off.

"'Just a scratch'. My ass." She scoffs and uses a knife to rip the blanket. "Always have to be the tough guy." She uses the piece of blanket to wrap it around his wound. Trying to stop the bleeding.

Hellboy places his hand on hers and looks down at her, catching her eyes with his, "Hey. I'm ok." He whispers.

Kat sighs but keeps her hand over his wound, not letting go of the pressure, "Red, maybe we should go home. You're losing a lot of blood." She uses her other hand to run her fingers through his beard, knowing that he couldn't resist that.

Hellboy chuckles, knowing she was trying to charm him. He brushes her hair away from her cheek and tucks a strand behind her ear, "Let me have this moment for now." He grins.  "Just five more minutes."

Kat sighs, still unsure and worried for him, "Red..." She tightens the piece of blanket around his wound, trying to talk him out of it, but he gently shushes her.

He gently places a finger over her lips, "Shh...come here." He pulls her into his arms, just wanting to hold her. "Let's stay here for a moment and we'll go home." He sighs as they hold on to each other and watch the city before them.

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Meanwhile, back at the Library, John informs Travis that Hellboy and Kat have gone AOWL on him. While the private paramedics exams him, Travis shows no surprise that the two of them have gone on their own agin. But this leaves him to deal with the pain in his ass. He looks out a window and lo and behold, his pain in his ass has arrived.

A sleek black limo drives past the crowd and stops outside. FBI agent Tom Manning, emerges from the limo and Travis could see he was not happy tonight. But has the man ever been happy? Once Tom walks inside, he vents out towards Travis.