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

Chapter 4: Their Father

Sauntering down the hallway, I didn't seem to pay much attention to what the agents were saying. I could already feel a disturbance in this place, fear and death not far away. As we kept walking onward, it only seemed to thicken, clouding in on all rational thoughts I had left. I could feel my gut tightening, my arms wrapped around my torso, which didn't loosen the feeling. That was one thing I dreaded about my empathy: sometimes, it just became too overwhelming for me.

A hand gently laid down on my shoulder, squeezing slightly to bring me out of the dark haze that enclosed me. My gaze shifted to see it was Abe's, concern radiating off of him as he studied me, which grew stronger the more his hand seemed to hold on.

"Is everything alright? Usually, you're not the one to be so apprehensive on the field," he emphasizes, "What's troubling you?"

"I can feel that something is off. Sure, I've been on many missions where things went wrong, but my abilities have never really gotten this bad.  I can't put my finger on it, but I have a hunch these killings were a warning or something," I turned to see that Abe was giving me an intrigued look, and realized that what I was saying was somewhat odd, "Sorry, does that seem strange to you?"

"Not at all," he shook his head, removing his hand from my shoulder gently, "Who knows? Maybe your abilities know something that we don't."

We entered what I guessed was the main room of the library, where I caught sight of a large, wooden door. After staring at it for some time, Red shifted past me, huffing with great displeasure. "I thought we already checked this place," he murmured in a distasteful manner, his long, prehensile tail irritatingly flicking with each step he took, "Fakes and reproductions."

"Apparently, not everything was fake," a voice cut in.

My head cocked up to see Professor Trevor Bruttenholm. He hadn't been out on the field in years, which was probably why it caught me so off guard to see him. Even at the bureau I had rarely seen him around, let alone ever talked to him recently. As much as I was happy to see him, I grew curious as to why he was here. Was he already in town at the time and decided why the hell not? Did he want to get in on the action? Or maybe he knew something about this mission that drew him here?

These thoughts brought me back to my previous thoughts from earlier. Could he have had the same feeling that I had? I wondered darkly.

"Father," Hellboy greeted him. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over, feeling Myers' growing curiosity of our relationship with Professor Broom seeped from within him. Of course, the poor kid doesn't know about our relationship with the professor. He could never understand what our bond with him was truly like, my ears dropping against the back of my head slowly.

I leaned against one of the many walls in the gigantic room, my head cocking to the side to see Hellboy start gathering the rest of his equipment that had been unpacked from the larger carriers from the truck.

I couldn't help but listen in on what Professor Broom was saying, "The entity is still in there. Video surveillance shows a sixteenth century statue was destroyed."

Hellboy had lifted a small container from the carrier, and inside it, I could see four bullets packed together, with a transparent casing, and liquid inside of them. Red had told me about how he had made his own bullets and that he hadn't had the chance to use them yet. I'm sure that this could be an acceptable time to do so. He told me that the bullets contained many ingredients that could ward off demons from the depths of hell. I laughed at the irony of a demon crafting something that fights off creatures such as himself.

"Saint Dionysius, the Areopagite," Broom continued.

"Who wards off demons," clarified Hellboy.

"Exactly. The statue however, was hollow."

I could just barely see Abe, who was crouching down, examining the large door that my senses had reacted to earlier. He was trying to see what may lie on the other side of the door.  

One of Red's brows ticked up as he gazed at Broom, questioning, "A reliquary?"

Professor Broom shook his head, chuckling, "A prison. The Vatican deemed its occupant dangerous enough to include it on The List of Avignon." 

My eyes trailed off in Abe's direction again, who now had his hand against the door, turning it every possible way, concentrated deeply in his search. Confusion and the need to find the result flooded deep within his core. It was a usual feeling from him when it came to his psychic powers. He was always one who loved to learn new things, and hated to leave things unchecked for him to search. It didn't take long for a powerful wave of shock to rush through his body.

He turned to us, his fright soon fading away as he regained his composure, "Behind this door, a dark entity. Evil, ancient, and hungry."

Hellboy sighed, rolling his eyes, "Oh well. Let me go in and say 'hi.'" 

He approached the door and I bounded towards him, his golden eyes flickering as they looked at me with intrigue. "With Abe working out here to find out what we're dealing with, Myers having little experience, and Clay working on the rest of the damage we find, can't I come with you as backup?" I asked.

"Vivian, Vivian, Vivian," a smirk ticked upon his thin lips, shaking his head as he opened the door, "You absolutely can not come with me."

Red disappeared behind the door, slamming it shut before I could chase after him. My tail flicked violently as my face grew hot with agitation. God damn it, Red. If only you understood what my powers were telling me right now, you'd let someone come with you...