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Before the Events of the first movie...

Prologue

When Tamara Knight came out of the
supermarket with bags in hand, she saw a helicopter in the sky. The sleek black
contraption seemed to hover somewhere over City Hall, rustling the massive oak
trees to batter the pretty red brick building.
Tamara took a picture of the thing
with her phone out of fancy. Nothing interesting happened in the small hamlet
of Parrish, so the picture would become a conversation piece at the office party
tomorrow as its appearance would certainly be the talk of the town. She was
about snap another photo when the second copter came into view. Her smile fell
with her hand. Something was very wrong.
She tucked the phone in her back
pocket and hugged the brown paper bags closer, moving briskly to her blue Prius. The quicker she dropped off the Christmas party
goodies, the quicker she�d be home, safe. Tamara pulled out of the lot and
headed to her job, unintentionally following the helicopters until they both
disappeared behind the massive brick building. Amazingly they landed in the
City Hall parking lot. Pulling onto the street where the antiquated building
sat, Tamara�s fears were confirmed, it was clear something bad had happened.
Black trucks, fire wagons and police cars were everywhere, glittering in
against the black backdrop with their spinning blue and red lights. People clustered
on Main Street
road, sat atop benches in Powell
Park, looking at the fray
but no one knew what all the commotion was about.
As she drove past, she saw an
overturned tanker truck. There was also a car on Main Street, which was badly smashed on
the front passenger side and another just like it behind that one. Behind it
another, flattened like a cola can and behind that one, many more. It was as if
something with huge feet played hop-scotch all the way to City Hall.
Tamara slowed to a crawl and was
nosily straining her neck to see further back when a man stepped in front of
her sight. The dapperly dressed plain clothed officer was directing what little
traffic there was to be had, which at the moment was just Tamara�s car. She
apologised for being so meddlesome but she wondered what happened.
�Tanker
lost control, took out all those cars there before flipping on its side,� he
replied quickly.
Tamara narrowed her eyes, his words
seemed practiced, fake. She looked over the rim of her glasses to the men who
crossed the street in flowing black coats, running top speed, screaming into
walkie-talkies with wagging antenna. �They certainly don�t look like the run of
the mill paramedics or firemen,� she said. �Are you looking for someone?�
He gave a smile so cold it made her
shiver, �Just follow the other officer�s through, ma�am�
Tamara gladly obliged, wanting to
get away from him. Following the path made of cones and lit flares through the
slight detour brought her near the steaming truck, still on its side. The cab
was laid open. No windshield left, the door pretty much gone. It looked like
the top of the thing open was peeled open like a tin of sardines, the edges of
the jagged metal dripping thick golden yellow ropes of goo that looked like
honey.
The policemen were examining it too,
although Tamara�s wasn�t sure they were, policeman that is. Just like the
officers directing traffic, they were wearing slacks, dress shirts and a tie,
shielding themselves from the rain with long black coats. They looked more like
federal agents.
Tamara turned into the Mc Hale
Museum, rounding the circle driveway and pulling up just in front of its heavy
double doors. She thrust the vehicle into park and loaded up the bags from the
back.
She hopped up the steps, juggling
the bags in her arm to swipe her Employee ID card. Pressed against the shiny
brass doors, she backed her way into the oversized foyer and was immediately
struck by the fact Robert Hill was missing. Sitting in the rounded booth of oak
with its black marble countertop, the kindly security guard always greeted her
when she popped her head in after hours like this. Hill was a cutely short
elderly man, so he�d strain to lift his head over the counter to see her and
give her a wink. But his chair was empty, like the rest of the museum. Leaning
over the marble desktop, she could see his coffee was still steaming hot, the
monitor of the computer on, a game of solitaire open.
�He probably went to
watch the excitement too,� she mused, thinking about all the bystanders she
passed.
Moving to the staff kitchen, she
shelved the bags of cookies, chips and candies and kicked the refrigerator
closed as she moved to wash her hands. When
she was done, she decided to wait for Mr. Hill. Perched on the countertop of
the security desk, she held a napkin with a bear claw for him. It was his
favourite and she always brought him one if she happened by the office during
after-hours. It was a break for the old security guard and a way for the museum
curator to ease into what would be a horrible workload, but one half of the duo
was still missing. The feeling something bad happened to the old man became
more than a distant and nagging thought. It wasn�t like him to be away for so
long. She thought to look for him herself but realised she would need some help
to search the two hundred rooms and four levels of the museum mansion.
Tamara set the treat on the desk and
hopped down, ready to cross Main
Street and snag one of the dapper officers to help
her find the old man. She climbed up the three steps and strode toward the
doors when a snarl made her turn. The low rumble of bass made her tremble
immediately. It didn�t belong to a dog, or anything else she had ever heard. It
was the soft bellow of a something big, menacing and just behind her.
Slowly she turned, her eyes
widening. In the centre of the long hall studded with yellow lanterns, a big
hulking black creature lowered itself to the floor, its knuckles touching first
and then its heavy knees. Its large head turned to the side as a large yellow
eye rolled to study her, coolly appraising her with a soft trill. It eased
closer with wet sopping noise, slithering and scraping at tile as it scooted
closer and closer along the slick floor, stepping under one of the lanterns.
The beast eased into the spray of
light and Tamara understood why it moved with wet sounds, its heavy black hands
and arms were slathered in blood. Dark drops of the stuff wandered down its
jagged human like mouth and painted its sunken cheeks. She gasped and its snout
twitched, spraying bloody ribbons over its open nostrils and both eyes settled
on her. It smelled her fear and it wet its appetite, stoking its hunger.
�Kill her�
Like a cat it crouched and shimmied
in place before lunging through the air. Tamara turned and ran.

Abe stood and paused in place, his
head snapping to the left. Hellboy looked in the direction of the faint sound
as well. A woman�s scream, loud, desperate and shrill echoed faintly, carried
from a distance. Hellboy knew exactly from where, across Main Street, the dimly lit building with
the tiny blue Prius parked in front.
�Hey Clay
what�s that?� he pointed to the building with a thick red finger and the other agent
followed pulled out a device from his pocket.
He typed furiously for a moment and then looked up with
fear, �Museum.�
�Bastard
pulled a quick one on us,� he snarled, taking the massive double barrel from its
holster, charging out the City Hall doors.

Tamara screamed and fell with a hard
crunch under the beast. They slid across the floor together, bursting through
the cardboard Sphinx display, spilling into the children�s atrium. Its massive
hand squeezed at her neck, piercing her flesh with jagged black nails. The
scent of her blood inflamed the creature and the spirit that dwelled with in
it. Murder was Nek�kem�s favourite activity. It sent a delicious pulse through him
and thusly, the vessel that carried it.
�Kill
her� Nek�kem baited with a hiss, �Rip out
her throat...�
The creature reared off her at his
command, pushing her face to the side, exposing her throat to him. It was time
to finish this. Its jaw unhinged, opening its mouth wide, oozing clear
yellowing fluid onto her face. Tamara sputtered, spitting out the oddly sweet
tasting saliva. She struggled harder when the creature bowed its head, pinching
her skin with the fearsome and jagged fence of teeth.
�Hey,
Ugly�� Hellboy watched as the creature paused, the black marks tattooed on its
broad back tightening like a rope. It was gearing up, readying for a fight, but
Hellboy stopped it short, blasting a quarter of its neck away before it could
turn. �Get off her,�
The shot seemed to only slow it�or
turn it mad. Still astride the woman, Hellboy watched as it reached its hand to
its neck and sunk its fingers inside, ripping out its throat, splashing black and
yellow blood everywhere. Tamara tried to turn away but it�s other clawed hand
held her head toward it�s. The creature bent over her and yawned silently in pain,
shaking, rattling, clenching her shoulders as it poured its last breath into
her face.
Tamara held her breath for as long
as she could until she was forced to hurry air into her starved lungs. Her
lungs burned at the sharp breath, swelling with the thick and profound exhale
of the creature. Its last respite flowed thickly into her nostrils and settled
like a heavy weight inside her entire body. Then the steady stream of foul air
ended, the beast giving a final scratch as collapsed on top of her. Tamara
shoved it away with a squeak, kicking her legs to slide from under its warm but
lifeless body. She scrambled on her bottom to the wall at her back as the thing
that shot the creature came closer. It reached for her with its massive red
hand and she screamed.
Hellboy groaned at the pitchy howl,
�Give it a rest lady, I�m not gonna� hurt you.�
Tamara froze, her eyes wide,
impossibly large, �Oh dear sweet Lord it talks,�
�Yeah, it�s a hobby.� Hellboy grit,
�Let me help you up,�
Tamara looked at the bulky stone
that seemed to double as the creature�s hand. The polished tips of its fingers
wiggled as it settled in front of her face. After a moment, she took his hand
and he hurled her to her feet with one flex of his massive arm. Tamara was
simply thankful her arm was still attached and held it with trembling hands as
she looked to the broken body.
�What
is going on here?� she asked, �And what-who
are you?�
�Hellboy,
and this� he said pointing to the creature, �I don�t know any more than you
do.�
Tamara narrowed her eyes as another
creature crept behind her big red saviour. It walked on its hands and knees,
pausing every now and again as it touched things with a wide blue hand.
�And the Blue Guy?�
Hellboy stepped away as he came
closer and stood, unfolding his tall and lithe blue body to bear down on her
with his oculars. They spun and clicked as he neared, focusing on her, his pink
lips pursed.
�Abe Sapien,� he said
softly, offering his hand.
Tamara�s eyes rolled and she fell.
Abe stretched to catch her, cradling her against his chest.
�I hate it when they do that,�
Hellboy muttered, holstering his weapon.
�You must admit we are a
little different, Red� Abe said, looking at her face. The museum curator was
quite the beauty but pale, too pale.
He moved her in his arms and saw blood, a gash that opened skin down the column
of her neck. ��It doesn�t help that she�s haemorrhaging, we need to take her
back.� Abe lifted her swiftly and walked towards the doors, heading toward the
trucks outside.
Hellboy kicked at the dead creature,
muttering, and �Great. Manning is just going to love her.�
�He�ll
have to wait in line,� Liz nodded toward Abe as he climbed into the truck,
carefully easing the woman onto the gurney.
�Jealous much?� Liz rolled her eyes at Hellboy�s joke and
followed the other agents as they canvassed the shattered hall.

Abe approached the gurney and looked
down at the woman dressed in a white paper gown. He inspected her hand,
specifically the oddly blackening mark that crossed it. It looked like an
errant mark made by a pen but it didn�t smear when he rubbed at it with his
thumb. It was a scrape made by a tooth, something she probably got in the
struggle, but amazingly one of only two marks on her, despite being dragged
through the museum and tossed through display after display. The first defensive wound. Abe took up
his clipboard and was making a rendering of it when Hellboy came into the room.
An old argument was about to begin anew, Abe could hear it swirling in his friend�s
thoughts.
�Red, I do not think it
would be prudent to move her at this time,�
�No, you don�t want us to move her at this
time,� he mocked. The merman made a face and Hellboy folded his arms, offering
a curt apology. �Abe, she looks ok. We should dump her in a local hospital
before she wakes up and finds this wasn�t all a dream. It�s procedure.�
Abe continued to lay out his
instruments, he could not explain what would not let him loose the woman, but
it wasn�t for purely selfish reasons. �Something is amiss,� he said, coming to
stand over her, �I find myself unable to read her thoughts.�
�That�s because she�s
unconscious,� The demon rebuffed, �If the TV�s turned off and you don�t see a
picture, does it mean it�s broken?�
�Doesn�t necessarily
mean its not,� Abe replied.
Their bickering murmurs woke her,
sending Tamara�s head to roll against the hard metal backing. Her eyes
fluttered open and blinkingly looked into the bright fluorescent lights above
her.
�Where am I?� she asked
the voices around her.
They quieted immediately but the
sudden silence did not make her fearful. There was a calming presence about
her, it neared her side, the rolling swell of its positive energy spilling over
and filling her with the same.
Abe gazed
into the woman�s eyes, �Glad to see you are awake, Dr. Knight. Do you remember much?�
he asked.
She
looked up to the man above her, her eyes half open, �Blue Guy,� she smiled. He
was without his oculars and the black machine that hugged his neck, but it was
him.
�Close
enough,� Hellboy grunted, pushing off the wall he leaned on, �I�m hungry. I�ll
be in my room. And you,� he said looking at Abe, �Expect a visit from Manning.�
�Enjoy your meal,� Abe
said turning to the nearby computer.
Tamara winced and moved to sit up,
holding the back of her aching head. There was tightness there, totally out of
place on her body so naturally her hand felt at it, tugging at the gauze.
She hissed, baring her white teeth. The
skin there was stitched; pieces that bordered the jagged cut were sewn tightly
together making the usually effortless motion of sitting up a painful one. She
managed to stand, her narrow feet touching down on the icy tile as she rested
on her battered legs. She took a single step and started to sway, falling to the
floor. Abe, with his heightened sensibilities, turned in time to catch her. She
pushed away from him and tried to move again, but it was as if she could no
longer command her own body. Her entire body ached and felt�foreign...
She made a face and held her throat;
it felt like it was closing, �Blue Guy, am I going to die?�
Abe
chuckled, he found the nickname amusing. �I think it is highly unlikely Dr.
Knight, at least at the immediate moment. All your vitals seem to be fine,�
Tamara tried to move again but the
signal from her brain to her extremities was delayed. Like the impulse to move had
to wade through thick syrup before it could make action. When she found she
could lift her legs there was the extra weight to contend with, she felt a
hundred pounds heavier and it showed. Her movements were disjointed and slow
until a misstep nearly toppled her over. Then she raced to the ground quite
swiftly.
Abe caught her again and helped her
sit up on the gurney, slumping her against his chest.
�He
smells good doesn�t he Tamara?�
The woman opened her eyes wide and
looked around the room, struggling to push off Blue Guy�s chest. His arms
lingered around her, gently encircling her as he studied the concern on her
face.
�Is
there something wrong?� he asked.
�Did
you hear that?� she whispered, still looking around her. �That voice speaking?�
�No
I did not,� Abe said, continuing with his task. �What did it say to you?�
She looked at him questioningly
then. The appropriate response should have been one that said she was tired, or
the medicine he had given her was playing ticks, not acceptance. She thought he
couldn�t be serious, but he was, very much so. He moved his head, bending his
long body to look into her eyes,
�What
did it say to you, Dr. Knight?� he repeated.
Tamara let her head fall and took a
deep breath. She certainly couldn�t tell him what it said. She was mortified it
spoke her own thoughts aloud, he wasn�t even human for goodnessake, �I�m not
sure,� she shrugged.
Abe righted her on the bed and
looked at her, his eyes blinking with a wet sound. He could sense she was lying
but he also could detect fear and embarrassment. However, the reason why
strangely eluded him. With his psychic gifts so few people were a blank space
to him but something inside her blocked him. And the TV�s on, he thought seeing her stare back at him.
Abe cleared his throat and looked
away, �Tell me something you are sure of,� he said, continuing to check over
her, �What happened in the museum?�
Tamara tried, but she couldn�t tell
him anything the crime scene did not, but it was not a complete waste. It let the
agent fill in gaps about the curator. The American doctor of world and ancient
history was a curator sent from a London museum
to look after a few ancient Egyptian pieces loaned to McHale Park.
She was two weeks shy of the end of her three month stay when tragedy struck.
�What
happened to Mr. Hill?� she asked, suddenly remembering him. Abe lowered his
head and Tamara covered her face, she could glean the awful truth from his
expression. �That poor man, his poor wife! Robert was the breadwinner, what
will she do?�
Abe reassured her that the woman
would be well taken care of. Mrs. Hill�s husband was mangled by an unexplained
creature that was subdued by one of its most secret agencies. The Federal
government often took very good care of the people they wanted to keep quiet.
Tamara held her throat, it felt
suddenly tight again, �And me?� she asked. �What will they do with me?�
�Nothing
terrible, if that is what you are thinking. They will most likely make you sign
an agreement stating in the interest of national security you will not divulge
this information under threat of elimination or indefinite prison sentence, and
some other assorted legal jargon,� he said dancing his fingers dismissively.
�Elimination?� she gulped.
��Or indefinite prison sentence,� he
nodded cavalierly, �They rarely ever do that, not even worth mentioning really.�
�Not even worth mentioning he says,�
she muttered, massaging her temples.
Abe tilted his head, seeing a mark
on her leg. He scooted closer, his hand sliding over her thigh as he moved to
inspect it. Tamara shivered feeling his palm bump over her skin, the pebbly
texture of his flesh teasing goose pimples where they fell.
�Open your legs wider Tamara, let him touch
you.�
She looked away from Abe�s hands and
closed her eyes, willing the voice away, but to no avail. If anything it got
stronger, angered by the fact she tried to ignore it. Tamara gasped feeling her
knees roughly part on their own. The motion straightened her spine, making her
sit up erect; she grasped the gurney�s edge as his hand slid higher. His hand
moved steadily, teasingly, nearing the heat at the centre of her parted thighs,
eliciting shivers of pleasures. Then it stopped.
Abe paused where he was and looked
up, speechless. Tamara reclined back on her hands, chest heaving, lips parted,
her eyes hooded and dark. Feral and hungry. She rolled her head toward him and
growled lowly in her throat, her legs spreading wider.
He tilted his head in puzzlement,
�Is there something wrong, Dr. Knight?�
She smiled at him and he withdrew
his hand immediately, swallowing thickly. He spun away from her intense stare
and faced the monitor, looking for a source of her peculiar behaviour. He
snapped his head back to forward feeling her fingers grasp at him. Something
vaulted her forward and she took hold of him to keep from falling. Her face
fell so close to his, he could hear her skipping heart beat against him.
�Do it,� Her hands rose, riding the crest
of some invisible wave, �Do it.�
Tamara�s hands fell on his sharp
cheeks, smoothing his warm blue skin as she bent to kiss him, slowly pressing
her lips against his. The impulse rocked her again and she fisted his neck, twisting
the fins there as she yanked him closer, her legs closed around him, locking
him firmly in place. Her tongue forced his mouth open, winding leisurely and
deliberately, rubbing against his sharp bristle like teeth as she kissed him
deeply. Abe�s lulling eyes opened wide with shock, he pushed her away with a
pained groan. It felt terribly good but this was not the woman kissing him. He
could feel the energy change oddly as she grasped him. Something foreign
bolstered her, made her touch him like she did.
Abe took her hand from his ass,
unseating himself from her grip, �D-d-doctor Knight, I think you have been
possessed,� he panted, forcing himself to stand.
�Ok,�
she smiled reaching for his pants, un-hooking the rubber belt round his waist.
Abe felt her hand slide down the
waist of his trousers and leapt back with a shocked gasp, sliding his flesh
free of her grip. He stumbled backward as Tamara stretched with the grace of a
cat and eased off the gurney, her feet touching down soundlessly. She moved
toward him, shrugging off the paper gown and Abe pressed flush against the
wall, his breath held. Fearful. Anxious. Confused. Unknowing of how to stop this or why he had not already. I should he told himself, watching her
come closer, I should...
His eyes closed as her hand fell on
his chest, travelling down the taught planes of his stomach. The hands at his
sides flexed as her mouth pressed against his neck, the knot in his throat
undulating as he swallowed. Tamara licked down his front, taking her time to
explore the strange blue body with her tongue. Lapping, flicking along the
raised definitions and muscles of his chest and stomach. Abe felt her tug at
the line of his pants again and his eyes flashed open. Looking down he could
see the curve of his erection steadily come into view as she pulled.
It was hard to pull his eyes away
but the mark on her hand commanded his attention. The errant mark, like the
tail of a fanciful signature, darkened, and thickened. Whipping and flopping
against her wrist as it slowly coiled round it. The living mark flexed and
tightened its hold, letting more inky-black bleed out and away. Spreading�.
It was spreading. Tamara whimpered
as it ate her skin. It was hurting her but more painful than that was
disobeying his command. The one that
told her to get on her knees and suck his cock. It was roared at her, violently
ordered until she raised her hands and pulled at his bottoms, sliding them down
over his hips. Her lips brushed against the tip, nearly kissing the swollen
head of him when his hand dug into her shoulders.
Abe yanked her hand away from him,
flexing all his might. With unexpected strength he ripped her up from the floor
and against the wall, her hands pinned behind her in the small of her back,
legs spread wide. Tamara licked her lips and arched off the wall, pressing her
bottom against the hardness between his long thighs. The rubber material ground
against her, stroking her as his hand pulled at the bottoms, making her shiver
with anticipation. Tamara wasn�t a virgin, but she wasn�t a hoe either.
Usually, she wouldn�t dream about sleeping with a man she just met, but her
body willed it. Demanded it. Her pussy tensed and pulsed with need.
She wanted to wrap her legs around
him as he pushed deep inside her, stretching her with what she knew was a fat
cock. But she�d settle for against the wall with her hands bound, a hand
gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks as he shunted inside her again and
again. Abe pulled at his bottoms and Tamara gasped. Feeling his oddly textured
dick tap her cheeks, reminded her he wasn�t fully human and that he might hurt
her, but she did not have the inclination to fight him in the slightest�not until
she realised Abe was pulling his pants up, slowly sliding a rubberized barrier
between them. He was not going to fuck her against this wall with her hands
bound. He only did this to restrain, to keep her contained while he called for
help.

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or bad, I really want the feedback. Thanks for reading! [EDIT 17 October 2008: The other chapters are coming back, I just needed to insert some new stuff, sorry for the bump, it wasn't planned.]
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