Ones Who Bump Back ~ A Hellboy Fanfic (Abe Sapien x OC)

Prologue: The Misled Ones

I strolled down through the seemingly endless halls, before I stood upon a platform that would carry me through the facility to my destination while two novels were held in my grasp delicately. I was thankful that I haven't been out on the field lately, as that free-time gave me time to finish both of them quicker than I normally could.

My amber eyes glided downwards , tracing one of my feet across the indented symbol in the elevator. The fist clenching a sword was a common sight to see here, with the text "Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense" being wrapped around it. I glanced upward, catching a glimpse of the giant "51" imprinted on the wall alongside a set of massive oak doors. The elevator met in contact with the floor with a thud before I stepped off of it. 

I was oh too familiar with this room, and even if I wasn't, I would at least know that it was a safe place to be. I normally come here to search for books and inspiration for my other pleasures in art and writing, as over the past decade or two I've found a joy in literature, learning to write my own stories and developing a skill in illustration. It thankfully had given me things to do in this bunker when there wasn't much else to do and grew to be another coming profession of mine if I could describe it in such a way.

Not only that about the library, but I also got a chance to talk with Professor Trevor Bruttenholm — also called Broom — who normally was in there most days. Since I had lost contact with my parents twenty-five years ago, I looked up to him as a father-figure.

And then there's Hellboy, Professor Broom's foster son. I've always seen him as a brother to me, and although most times when I talk to him we get into some kind of argument because of both of our hot-headedness, I still deeply care for him. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him, even if he's normally a pain in the ass to deal with.

There's also Liz Sherman, who I would describe as insecure, but she makes up for it with her determination and fiery nature, which is very fitting with her pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire. I don't hang out with her as much as the others, but she's still family, understanding each other and what we had been through in our youths, as well as both having Professor Broom bring us in and act as a father to the both of us. When I was brought to the Bureau, she was reserved and only talked to Hellboy and the Professor, being in her room as a human torch; and when we did see her, it was brief, with few words were spoken. Since then, she's come out of her shell more and is open to meeting new people, even if she may come off as cold and sarcastic to others, not usually making the best first impressions, but deep down she cares deeply about her friends and helps keep the rest of us anchored down when things get too hectic, which is usually caused by Hellboy and myself.

Finally, Abe Sapien, a fish-man with a mysterious origin. I could almost always find him in the library unless he was out on the field or elsewhere in HQ. Other than that, I always knew where to find him, swimming in his tank for hours with no end, listening to classical music and reading four books at once, which is something that still amazes me decades later.

I could never entirely consider myself a psychic like Abe, but I could still feel others' emotions, so I guess that was close enough for me. Hell, not many lycans or werewolves have any other abilities than shape-shifting and enhanced senses, so I guess I was rather lucky. Abe had also learned that I could shield my own mind from his as well as other psychics, so he learned quickly not to intrude on my thoughts without my permission.

Thinking of the others made me remember that, during the first few years here, Hellboy was very curious, like the dozens of cats that can be found in his quarters. He was so energetic and loving back then, wanting to learn new things, though he was still stubborn. At least he was obedient when he was told to do something by most people. Now, he could care less about anything he needed to know, or anyone for that matter, at least that's what it seems on the outside. But, my powers confirmed that he still has that loving side of him deep down, only showing it when he believes it's necessary. He also didn't understand self-discipline as well as we may want him to. He's always making public appearances of some kind these days. Manning has been on our goddamn tails ever since the first incident of society catching a glimpse of him. Boy, have things changed... I thought.