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

Chapter 6: Partners In Crime

Just when I thought that the streets were busy before, it only got worse. Ever since that creature had broken out, the numbers of policemen, SWAT, news reporters, and civilians have only skyrocketed.

I reunited with Professor Broom and Abe, but Myers had left my side shortly after getting his hand patched up, claiming that he'd try to track down Red and bring him back so that we could leave sooner than we now planned. I laughed at the thought. Like hell Red would come back soon, let alone with someone he didn't seem to like. I started to feel pity for Myers. He'd have a fun time with that.

A pit in my stomach formed at the thought of one specific person now in our company. Thomas Manning in all of his damn glory. What would he think, learning that Hellboy has escaped once again along with a resurrecting monster, causing the city to go into panic?

"Every time the media gets a look at him, they come to me. I'm running out of lies, Trevor."

Professor Broom cocked his head at the younger man, who was now lighting up a cigar, "I thought you liked being on television?"

"I do," Manning replied, walking away from one of the broken pillars, with Broom not far behind him, "So, how many escapes this year alone? Five."

"Tom, he's our guest, not a prisoner," Professor Broom reminded.

Manning scoffed, "Yeah, well your guest happens to be six-foot-five, bright red, has a tail, and is government funded."

Well, I guess that answers my question. Manning's obviously not happy about the incident, I huffed. Manning never was fond of Hellboy due to him being a freak of nature and his brash personality. Manning wasn't any better, unable to stand the sight of us, even though we're working with the government rather than against them. I nearly laughed at the thought of Manning and Hellboy getting along.

I've heard rumors around the bureau that when Professor Broom is no longer director, Manning would take his position. I'd rather be dead than see that bastard running the place. It would be a living nightmare for me having to deal with his complaining all of the time.

"I know where to find him, I'll get him back," Professor Broom sighed, as Manning's head shot towards my direction, and for a second my ears pinned back, believing that his sharp glare was piercing through me. 

"Hey, Fishstick, don't touch anything!" Manning warned. My nerves relaxed, letting my body loosen. I glanced over my shoulder to see Abe, crouched down low to the ground, his hands placed around a decent-sized blade. I narrowed my eyes at the blade, which looked like something that I might use on the battlefield, remembering my remarkable skills with melee weapons.

Abe skimmed his fingertips across its smooth surface, running over every inch, hoping it would help him find the answers he needed. "I need to touch it, to see," Abe explained to the tense, suited man a few meters away from him.

Manning stared at Abe with a confused expression, before turning to Professor Broom, "See what?"

I chuckled, shaking my head, "He's going back and seeing the blade's past, genius." A smirk crept upon my lips as Manning's dull eyes swept in my direction, hunting me down. Abe nodded to my statement before fixating on the weapon once more, continuing his search.

"Come on, are these guys serious?" Manning whispered to Professor Broom, loud enough that we could hear him.

Despite not being physically able to show many facial expressions, I could tell Abe was getting amused by the F.B.I. head's lack of knowledge on our capabilities. I too, tried not to laugh as we watched Manning's frustration. Just when I thought it was enough, Abe decided to say one more thing that would either tick him off more, or help calm his nerves, "Don't worry about fingerprints, I've never had any."

Suddenly, Abe gasped, whipped his hand away as if he had been burnt by the piece of metal. He stared at Professor Broom, for whatever he had seen, it was something he didn't plan on witnessing. He found his voice in a low murmur, "Professor, they were here."

I turned back to the other two men, my brows furrowing as Professor Broom limped towards the fishman, Manning tilting his head slightly, removing his cigar from his thin lips, "Who was here? Nixon? Houdini? Jimmy Hoffa? Who?"

The professor stood above Abe, his kind eyes staring at him, curiously, "Show me, Abe. Show me what happened here."

Abe carefully let himself rise up off of the ground, gesturing for Broom to place his hand over Abe's, both sets of eyes soon closing. Their minds grew to be only an echo as they looked into the mysterious weapon.

A small brush of air blew against me, my fur bristling as I caught sight of Manning beside me, "What are they doing? How long are they going to be--"

I hushed him violently, my tail flicking as I grew more irritated with him. "Just be quiet," I growled, "It can last a few seconds to a few minutes, but for them, the vision can last from minutes to years. Does that answer your question, smart-ass?"

Manning's eyes shot daggers at me, "I don't think the professor would appreciate the woman he took in as a daughter talking back to his alibi who's making sure that the public doesn't know that you exist, now would he?" he warned, "Don't forget that even though you don't exactly work for me, I still have power over you agents, and I'm not letting you believe that I'm afraid of a monster like you, Agent Lycan."

My ears shot back against my head, tail tucking between my legs, and I could feel my fangs baring out at the man. "You're lucky that I was taught to have self-control, other wolves would've taken a bite out of you by now," I threatened.

A sharp breathing cut in soon afterwards, and the two of us turned to see Professor Broom looking around the room, panicked, limping away as he came back into reality, before Abe grabbed at his shoulder to slow him down, "Professor?"

"I'm alright," Professor Broom retorted, before nearly stumbling, clutching at his chest, and I rushed over to him as Abe wrapped his arms around the older man's torso, supporting him up on his feet. I could feel how weak the Professor was, a small part of his soul beginning to fade...

Abe's eyes widened, his mouth falling slightly ajar as his hand pressed against Broom's chest, "You're very sick," he whispered, dismayed. My stomach dropped as my skin grew cold. 

I knew this was going to happen eventually, but why must he goi through this stage in his life now? What if we lose him? What will the bureau do? Or, for heaven's sake, what would Hellboy do? So many thoughts were going through my head at that moment.

His eyes looked from Abe to me, trying to catch his breath, "I don't want Hellboy to know," he paused for a second, and I could feel his mind go back to what he had seen in Abe's vision. He looked between us three, "Sixty years ago, they tried to destroy the world, and now they're back. In my lifetime they're back, to finish the job."

My expression weakened as I looked at him, "Who?"

Professor Broom looked at me with saddened eyes, and it took him a while to answer before replying, "Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin: spiritual adviser to the Romanovs who's a loyal follower of the Ogdru Jahad, his lover: Ilsa Haupstein, and Karl Ruprecht Kroenen: Hitler's top assassin and scientist of the Reich."

"Rasputin? As in that Russian guy who was murdered by Russian nobles during World War I?" Manning sputtered.

My eyes went wide as I gaped at the professor, "Follower of the Ogdru Jahad?" I repeated, "Are you telling us that these guys are trying to bring those things to Earth?"

Professor Broom's eyes wandered to all three of our bewildered expressions, and he sighed in defeat, looking down at his feet with regret.