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

Chapter 10: Break a Leg

As I roamed the halls, not really sure where I was headed, I caught sight of Myers leaving his quarters with his hands full of gadgets. I quickened my pace towards him, feeling a breeze against my skin. As he caught sight of me, he tried to wave a hand at me without dropping his things, smiling nervously. I could sense he still wasn't completely used to me, and he knew that this was a somewhat funny sight to see.

"You need help, Myers?" I smirked, and he nodded, sliding some of his things into my grasp. It hardly felt like anything to me, but I figured that it was due to my superhuman strength that made it seem that way. I simply laughed, "You really think you're going to need all this stuff just for one little conversation with Liz?"

"Well, no. But who knows if I run into some monster or something while I'm there. I mean, we're not going to be far from each other when you leave for the train tracks later."

I smiled as we began to head to the loading docks, "I suppose so, and who knows? Maybe you'll need it to defend yourself from Liz. She's quite literally a 'fire-starter.'"

That made him chuckle, "Yeah, maybe. Anyways, I looked at her file here. She never really had a good life, did she?"

"No, she didn't," I frowned, ears falling, "When she was eleven, she was bullied by other kids both because of her powers and being raised by a rather religious Catholic family. She ended up setting fire to an entire city block, killing thirty-two people, including her own parents and brother."

Myers stared at me, horrified, "Jesus, poor girl... I'd probably blame myself too if I were in her shoes."

"Yeah, it took years for Liz to open up to our group, and even now she hasn't fully accepted herself, let alone her powers. She once told me that as a kid, she believed her powers were the results of her sins because of her religious childhood, rather than something she was born with."

"I see," Myers murmured, before his gaze lowered to my shoulder. I caught his gaze as he stared at the x-shaped mark that ran along my left forearm, "That's a cool looking scar. I bet you have a cool story to tell about it. It looks like something out of a cartoon."

I smiled lightly at the statement. "Not exactly," I giggled nervously, and I saw his face drop a bit, "I got those two slashes during separate missions. The first one was from a band of animated Aztec mummies in Mexico. One of them caught me with an obsidian spear, which went down to the bone. That was probably the worst pain I've been in to this day and I couldn't use my left arm for a week. The second slash was when Red and I went after a wendigo in eastern Canada that had killed an entire campsite. Damn thing got a hold of me and ripped my arm open but thankfully Red managed to kill it off before it landed a killing blow on me. So, that's the story of my scar. Sorry if it's not what you were expecting like a group of pirates leaving their mark on me, or a cult attempting to perform a ritual on me, or anything like that."

Myers paused for a moment, stunned, before exclaiming, "Are you kidding? I think that's awesome! I mean, I know it hurt like hell when you got them, but those are cool stories. I bet anyone who hears that thinks you're quite the badass surviving things like that, I know I sure would like to encounter creatures like that."

I smiled warmly at his enthusiasm. "If you were there you really wouldn't, but I appreciate it. Thanks for listening, you're not too bad, Myers," I beamed.

He smiled, his posture being completely relaxed unlike how he was when we started our conversation, "Of course, Miss Lycan. You can just call me John."

"Call me Vivian then, John."

"Sounds good to me, Vivian."

We finally made it to the docks, and when we got to John's escort, I set down his things where he wanted them, and the more we talked, the more comfortable I felt around the rookie. We got back to the conversation about Liz, which I didn't mind. John needed to know as much as he could in order to possibly have a greater advantage of talking to her.

The driver looked back at us and called, "Are you coming, Agent Myers?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute," he replied, turning to me, smiling, "Well, Vivian, I suppose I'll see you soon when you get back from New York."

I rested my hand on his shoulder and shook it slightly in reassurance, joking, "Yeah, I'll make sure Red and Abe won't be going at each other's throats. This mission will be a piece of cake." As I began to walk away, I turned to see John opening the car door and then I called to him again, "I hope you can at least do something for Liz when you see her. As some people say, 'break a leg!'"

"You too!" he smiled before hopping in the car, soon speeding away.