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

Chapter 1: Hot-Headed Demon

I sat upon one of the few overstuffed sofas in the room I had found myself in: the Devil's Cave, literally. It had been almost a week since Liz had left, and things were starting to head downhill. Abe seemed to be getting crazier each day, and I feared that it may be due to him blaming himself for not stopping her from leaving. And for Hellboy, let's put it in short terms, shall we? He's been rather stubborn and antsy lately. Sure, he's normally stubborn but not this stubborn, and when the hell was Red ever antsy? Not once in the past twenty-five years I've known him for.

Hellboy lifted a dumbbell nearby before plummeting it down onto the rack to the point of nearly breaking the bars in half. The loud clang of the colliding metal caused my dark canine-ears to fall straight against the back of my head, tail wrapped around me, insecurely.

"Red," I groaned, "Don't think that this new behavior of yours will bring her back."

He turned his head to look at me, grunting slightly. "Careful there, Viv," his deep, gruff voice warned before turning away from me. "If you keep chatting like that, you'll be the next damn thing I'll break."

My ears dropped again. "If you do, you'll get in even more trouble with the professor, so I advise against it," I cautioned, almost jokingly.

Hellboy whipped his entire body around to face me. "Like I care. And don't have that tone with me."

"That's enough!" I snapped, "I'm getting really tired of this attitude of yours, Red."

He stared at me for a moment, his stone hand clenched into a fist. "And I'm tired of you guys treating me like I'm a child. I'm in my sixties for god's sake!"

My face grew hot, amber eyes glaring at Hellboy, now chest-to-chest with him. "Technically, in demon years, you're in your early thirties. Also, we wouldn't treat you like a child if you didn't act like one."

Red's right stone hand grabbed at my shoulder, sternly, pulling me closer to him if possible. "Oh, is that right? I'm not that bad, am I?" he asked, innocently. One of my eyebrows ticked up, challenging him. Hellboy smirked down upon me before turning away, opening the vault door, and wandering down the hallway. I chased after him, confused on what he could've had planned.

"And where do you think you're going?" I called after him, stopping in my tracks. He looked back at me, waving, before disappearing from sight. I knew where he'd be going and what he was going to do. He wasn't going to get away with this. "Clay, are you seriously going to just stand there?" I cocked my head to see Agent Clay, Hellboy's liaison, and fellow field agent for the past few years.

He stared back at me with blank, gray eyes. "I'm just following protocol, Agent Lycan. However, I will report him to wherever he shall be going--"

"Oh, I know where he's going, Clay." I replied to him, my ears pricking upward. 

He tilted his head, "And where could that be?"

I scoffed at the question that he had just asked. "Where had he gone when he left this place the last time?"

Clay paused, now realizing the answer. "The mental hospital?"

"Exactly. To see her."