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Living Stone
By : AceMaxwell
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No doubt there will be errors, I haven't gone over this chapter very thoroughly. As always, point them out so I can fix them and enjoy.

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Hellboy could hear the Fay long before he reached the stone circle. They were baying, and screaming, and howling, and wailing, their voices carrying through the dense trees on the island. As they got closer to the gathering, Hellboy could discern chanted words in the din. Dozens of the creatures were chanting in a tongue that had been lost long before men learned to fold steel and own the land the Fay had always called home. Hellboy couldn't name the hard-edged language. He'd probably read it in books, but never heard it screamed aloud. He could feel the power in each syllable, could feel the words in his chest as much as he could hear them.

Beside him, Abe murmured, "Is that Lavictus?"

"Who knows?" Hellboy answered near a whisper and crouched behind a rotting log as they found the edge of a clearing. "It is supposed to be the mother language of the Fay."

Abe made a noise that was not an acknowledgement so much as it was a sound of fearful surprise. He went to one knee in the leaves to Hellboy's left, Liz ducking against the log beside him. Together, they all stared at the resurrection site.

The Unseelie numbers were far beyond what Hellboy was expecting. They were packed around the summoning circle in clumps that were two dozen bodies deep. The ground beneath their feet had been trampled into a dark mud that had the overpowering odor of blood. Hellboy flared his nostrils to take in the scent. It was old and new at the same time, smelling of rot and freshly spilled at once. Hellboy suspected many Unseelie had died while they waited for their king to rise.

Even as they surveyed the masses, a fight broke out between a massive, hairy beast with horns that curved back over his cow-like ears and a slender creature with reflective gossamer wings and needle teeth that flashed in the dying sun. They danced around each other, the rest of the hoard moving back quickly to make room for them. The flying creature darted around the bigger beast, lashing out with claws that were long and thin, but the moment the hairy monster grabbed one of its legs, the fight was over. He pulled the flier down and ripped one of its wings out. The high-pitched screech it released was almost more anger than it was pain.

Sitting on a rise in the middle of the masses were the standing stones. It was one of the biggest circles Hellboy had ever seen. The stones reached out of the hoard like the blackened fingers of a dead man. Like most other surviving stone circles, all of the edges had been worn away by eons of rain, making them narrow at the tip. Out of the nine stones, six of them had a spanner stone spreading over their tops. It looked intact, which was rare for one of these ancient sites.

Chloe and her knight stood beside some kind of alter at the center of the circle, their faces turned to the setting sun. Even the knight's green skin was tinted red by the fading light, making it look like he'd just come from a slaughter. Spread out on the altar were dark shapes Hellboy couldn't quite discern at the distance they were huddling, but he could guess that they were the king's bones.

"So, is there a plan?" Liz asked softly.

Hellboy's quip was dry, "Stop the bad people and save the world." She punched his arm for it and he smirked. "We're going to need the Unseelie to get out of the way before we can get to the real threat. Can you two-"

"Be bait," Liz finished for him. She and Abe traded looks that Hellboy couldn't interpret and Liz nodded. "We'll keep them off your back."

The icthyo sapien touched Hellboy's shoulder and asked, "Are you sure you don't need any help with the other two?"

The knight got the best of him the last time they'd fought, but Hellboy was determined not to be caught unprepared the second time. He had more than one trick to handle the Fay, he only hoped that one of them worked. "Yeah, I can get-"

A terrible cry rose from the Unseelie hoards, drawing the attention of the agents back to the clearing. The Unseelie cried out in one voice, lifting their hands and hooves and webbing into the air as the light from the sun disappeared. In the darkness, the stone circle flared to life. White-blue symbols raced up the sides of the stone sentinels and across the ground within the circle, creating lines that connected each stone to its neighbor. The glow from the magic flared and strengthened, casing long, reaching shadows into clearing and forest. Lit from below, Chloe threw back her head and lifted her arms to the sky, releasing a feral scream that chilled Hellboy.

"Go," Hellboy said, not tearing his eyes away from the Unseelie princess.

He felt Abe and Liz slip away from him and then he was alone. His mind strayed to John as he watched the king's skeleton take on the glow of the symbols. He hoped the kid was alright.

Waiting for Abe and Liz to get in position was torturous. Hellboy's muscles ached from how tense they were. His fingers curled tightly around the handle of his gun, the wet leather of his glove creaking with the movement. Behind him, leaves rustled and a streak of hope bolted through him. He turned, looking for John, but seeing only dark trees. Hellboy cursed himself when he realized it was his tail lashing through the undergrowth. Feeling foolish and a bit disheartened, Hellboy pulled his gun and focused on his job.

"Come on, guys. Get in position," Hellboy growled under his breath.

The witches streaked into the clearing in droves, taking up what little empty space there was between the stones and the tree line. As soon as they'd landed, they lifted their hands up to match Chloe's stance. Their bodies swayed as one, their voices joining the swelling chant.

With the knight's assistance, Chloe climbed on top of the altar and stood over the skeleton. In one easy move, she stripped her dress off and drew a knife out of a sheath on her thigh. Her bare skin looked luminescent in the glow of the bones.

Hellboy shifted forward onto his hooves, letting his heels come off the ground. He couldn't wait any more. There was no telling how short or long the ceremony would be and he couldn't risk the resurrection being completed while he waited for Liz and Abe to make their grand appearance. As he rose to his feet, one of the witch's mounts turned its head. The horse corpse regarded him with empty eye sockets, its jaw clacking uselessly. The witch it belonged to didn't seem to notice.

Hellboy had his stone hand propped up on the log in preparation to vault over it when a plume of fire ripped through the far side of the clearing. Gunshots mixed with Fay screeches. Half of the witches and a few of the Unseelie bolted into the air like startled birds. For a moment, chaos ruled the clearing, then Chloe extended a hand in the direction the fire had come from and the Fay charged.

Giving them a few seconds to clear a path, Hellboy leapt over the fallen tree and crept towards the ritual circle. Despite his size, Hellboy didn't have any trouble creeping through shadows. The only thing that gave him away in the dark was the glow of his eyes. He moved forward without a noise, keeping his gun held at the ready in case someone did notice him. When he reached the ring of mud around the circle, he nearly lost his element of surprise.

The mud created by Unseelie blood sucked at his feet and gave a soft popping sound every time he pulled one of his hooves free. Chloe's knight turned his head, aiming his ear towards Hellboy. He darted to the side so one of the standing stones was between him and the knight and picked up his pace. The diversion was loud, but the knight's senses were very keen. If he was anything like Hellboy, he could pick up the sound that didn't fit as easily as he could pick a breakfast cereal.

Hellboy dug his toes into the hill and lunged up it in gigantic strides. He put his back against the standing stone just as the knight walked out of the circle to scan the area. The knight's face was heavily shadowed, but Hellboy knew he was just out of his line of sight. Edging around the stone slowly, Hellboy aimed his gun at Chloe's exposed back.

She knelt over the king's bones and smeared a thick line of blood over the brow of the skull. The knife in her opposite hand was dark with it, but there wasn't anything Hellboy could see that she could've gotten the blood from. When she drew her hand away from the skull, he caught a glimpse of the long wound on her palm. Magic was a lot like science, before something could be created something else had to be consumed. In the older beliefs, life could only be bought with life, which led to sacrifice.

As Chloe's blood crawled across the glowing bones and broke apart into strands of muscle, Hellboy thought it probably wasn't the case here. Settling his aim just between her shoulder blades, Hellboy squeezed the trigger. Something slammed into him from behind and the shot went wide and ricocheted off one of the stones. Blue-tinted energy crackled from the break in the surface. Chloe turned to cast a smoldering glance over her shoulder at him, but didn't move from her place above the king's body.

Hellboy ducked under the knight's second attack and rotated to put two rounds into the knight's torso. Like before, the rounds ripped through him, leaving gaping holes that didn't bleed. The knight didn't even seem to notice, his face a mask of arrogance. He grabbed Hellboy's jacket by the lapels on either side of his neck and threw him across the stone circle. Hellboy landed hard on his shoulder, rolling to his feet.

Between them, Chloe crouched over the king's body with her knife held at the ready. Bloody cords of muscle whipped around the hollow ribcage and the skeleton's mouth fell open as the new muscle made the body twitch and arch off the stone altar. Specs of red spattered across Chloe's pale thighs and abdomen.

Hellboy lowered his gun slightly, "What, no lengthy monologue about how my fight is futile? Your kind usually has something to say when I get this close to fucking up your plans."

Chloe regarded him coolly with green eyes that were alight with the blue light of the circle's power. Her knight came around her slowly, drawing his sword from its sheath. The scrape of metal was barely audible over the sound of the screaming Fay hoards. Liz's fire flared again and again, streaking Hellboy's battleground in orange and red, but the retort of Abe's gun had disappeared. Hellboy couldn't let it worry him.

"Kill him," Chloe snarled.

Her knight leapt forward to obey her command. The blade was a reflective streak as he slashed at Hellboy. Hellboy threw his stone arm in the path of the sword and pumped two more bullets into the knight's chest. Armor crunched and fell away, growing back the moment it was gone.

The sound of the gun brought other Fay scurrying back to the circle, but none of them seemed willing to cross the glowing lines etched in the ground. They paced at the edge, clacking their teeth and ripping up chunks of grass right next to the streaks of blue.

A slim, dark skinned creature with a long face and longer hands reached too far, the tip of one finger touching the powerful symbol. The blue-white fire leapt onto the creature's skin as though it were magnetically attracted to him. A howling screech went up from the affected Fay as well as all of those near him. The others scrambled away, crawling over each other to avoid contact with the burning creature. Within a second, the creature was burning too brightly to look at directly. He fell forward, reduced to ash before he hit the ground.

Hellboy could feel the heat under his feet every time he stepped on one of the glowing lines, but wasn't sure why it wasn't incinerating him in the same manner. There was too much going on to dedicate any real thought to it. The knight caught his bicep with the edge of his sword and agony roared from his shoulder, to his hand, and back again. The grip on his gun weakened, but he managed to hang onto it.

When Hellboy glanced back at the altar, he was disturbed to see that the muscle had reached the king's extremities. His raw, exposed limbs flexed and moved as if he was stretching after a nap. A pair of eyes formed and they joined Chloe's in watching Hellboy intently. They were the same shade as Chloe's vivid green.

Hellboy knew he didn't have long. Jumping back to avoid a thrust that was aimed as his belly, Hellboy stopped retreating and pushed forward. He swung his stone hand like a pendulum, forcing the knight to dodge away. The moment there was enough room, Hellboy whipped his gun into position and put a bullet between the king's freshly formed eyes. The muscles shuddered and froze. Chloe's scream was sharper than the knight's blade. Before he could get any satisfaction from it, the hole in the skull healed over.

Hellboy's smile vanished, "Son of a-"

The sword sunk into Hellboy's side, shredding his exclamation with a ragged cry of pain. His lip curled and he grabbed the hilt of the knight's sword. Dragging the knight closer by the collar of his breastplate, Hellboy growled, "Now you're just pissing me off."

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John sprinted through the trees towards the gunfire. The kelpie galloped ahead of him, his slick flesh glistening even in the dark shadows of the forest. Within seconds, the animal had disappeared from sight. The kelpie had one goal and John had another. He knew what had to be done, he just hoped he could get there in time to see it happen. Twice, he tripped over raised roots, but he scrambled to his feet and kept running. His breath was coming out in ragged pants before he reached the clearing and he silently vowed to start working out a couple times a week.

The scene that greeted him reminded him how cold he was. Already bleeding from a half dozen wounds, Hellboy was struggling to fend off the Fay knight's sword. The demon was furious. Even from across the clearing, John could feel his rage. There was something else too, some other entity that fueled the rage. Whatever it was, it frightened John more than the scattered Fay creatures standing between him and the stone circle.

He hesitated at the tree line, his heart thrumming in his ears. Without a gun and only his iron pendant as protection, John felt naked. The Fay had their attention firmly fixed on what was going on within the magic circle, but it would only take one to let out an alarm cry and they would know he was there. He had to tell Hellboy what he'd learned about the knight and he couldn't shout it across the field.

Deciding there wasn't another choice, John took off his pendant and wrapped it around his wrist. He dashed out into the open.

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Even with his vision swimming from pain and rage, Hellboy saw the king sit up. Ink black flesh as dark as the sky crawled across the king's exposed muscle, starting at his chest and working its way down his abdomen. Hellboy didn't have long to stop the ceremony. Chloe brushed the king's face with her wounded hand, blood running down her forearm to the elbow.

Hellboy rolled to the side of the knight's blade and punched him in the stomach with his stone hand. He was expecting the knight to fly off his feet, for his breath to come out in a whoosh of air that would leave him gasping in the dirt. Instead, the knight stumbled back a step and dropped his sword, but came at him again like a rabid dog. The knight's long fingers closed on the shoulders of Hellboy's jacket as he threw Hellboy across the stone circle.

He hit one of the standing stones hard enough that something crunched in his shoulder and the behemoth stone came loose from the earth. Hellboy landed on his hands and knees with a grunt. He could sense the massive stone shifted beside him, could tell it was titling backwards. The lines of energy underneath his palm flickered. Hellboy shook the fog from his head and blinked, narrowing his eyes at the pulsing power cutting through the grass like narrow neon tubing.

Under the guise of getting to his feet, he braced his hand against the boulder and pushed. The lines flickered again and the king took in a hissing breath through his teeth. Chloe and the knight tensed.

"Father?" Chloe asked in the voice of an uncertain child.

Taking advantage of their diverted attention, Hellboy threw himself against the teetering stone. White-hot bolts of electricity darted from the base. Wherever they licked Hellboy's skin they left dark smears of ash, though they didn't burn. Hellboy put all of his weight into the stone, his hooves leaving gouges in the earth as he slid.

Chloe's voice cracked through the air, "No, no, no!"

The fire of Chloe's spell leapt from the confining lines onto the king's flesh. His lipless mouth fell open, letting out a keening cry that a dying animal would make. The smell of cooking meat rose into the air with Chloe's frantic screams. She pounded the flames desperately, the skin on her arms turning red before it began to bubble. Hellboy gave the stone one final shove and it crashed to the ground, all of the symbols and designs vanishing like candles in the wind.

Hoof beats rang through the circle. In his natural form of several thousand pounds of horseflesh, the kelpie thundered into the ring of stones, knocking another loose with his shoulder as he ran by. When the stone hit the ground, Hellboy felt the vibrations in his feet. The animal pushed Chloe away from the burning corpse of her father with his head and shifted quickly into a human so he could lift her in his arms. He didn't turn when he fled with her.

Unperturbed, the knight faced Hellboy, whispering, "Kill all those who stand against us."

Behind the knight, the king of the Shade Court continued to burn. Reminiscent of the warrior who'd died to keep him out of Fay hands, the king was reduced to smoldering bones that seemed to glow with their own light. When the fire ran out of fuel to consume, it puttered out, leaving a charcoaled skeleton and a partially melted crown. The elaborate crown continued to glow with the heat of the fire. Darkness consumed the area after the magic was gone, concealing the Fay that were moving slowly into the destroyed circle.

"The horse took your woman," Hellboy grumbled at the knight with a loose gesture in the direction the kelpie had gone. "Why don't you go chase his ass for a while?"

The knight knelt to pick up his blade and repeated, "Kill all those who stand against us."

Hellboy's eyes flicked around to count how many creatures were left. Even with as good as his night vision was, some of the darker Fay were hard to separate from the shadows. He estimated he was up against at least a dozen, probably more. The knight was a challenge on his own and Hellboy didn't need the extra trouble crowding him.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered.

There were only two bullets in his gun and he'd used up his extra rounds while he was fighting the witches. Hellboy's tail curled with his unease. Off to his left, a Fay screamed and something much more human grunted. The scream set the others off. They fell on Hellboy with teeth and claws and crude weapons. He fired his last two shots, sending a creature with heavy jowls and one with two sets of glowing green eyes stumbling off into the night with fatal wounds.

"Hellboy," the human voice called.

Hellboy recognized John's voice instantly. It simultaneously filled him with joy and dread. He was thrilled the kid was still alive, but knew he wouldn't be for long if he got in the middle of the fight.

The knight shoved the other Fay aside, bringing his sword down in swift arc aimed at Hellboy's head. Hellboy caught the blade with his flesh hand because his stone one was too slow to intercept. He roared as the weapon bit into his palm. Blood poured down his wrist to his elbow, hot and sticky. Hellboy wrapped his stone fingers around the base of the sword and squeezed as hard as he could. The metal groaned and crunched as it gave way. The knight tried to rip it away from him, but fell back with only the hilt and a few inches of twisted blade. Hellboy threw the rest to the ground.

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John slid in the mud on the hill, losing more ground than he was gaining. Without the moon or the energy from the stone circle, the spec of land in the eye of the loch was almost black. John couldn't see the hand he thrust in front of him to find a handhold so he could drag himself up the hill. The only thing guiding him was the sound of the battle.

Any time something brushed against him or grabbed him, John hit it with the iron pendant he had wrapped around his fist. Wherever it made contact, it hissed. The invisible shapes always shrank away with screeches or growls.

Ahead of him, there was a sickening crunch that had Hellboy's shout on its heels. The demon's pain flared in John's mind. He knew how badly Hellboy was hurt, even though his anger burned over the agony. The knight was the one attacking him. John didn't want to open himself to the Fay again, having learned his lesson the first few times, but he needed to get the knight away from Hellboy long enough to get the demon's attention.

Something ran into John, shoving him down into the mud. He rolled and reached out with the pendant and started sliding down the side of the hill. John grabbed at the ground, digging his fingers in to catch on small roots that tore loose. The creature that knocked him over jumped on him and pressed him into the hillside. John could hear the thing panting and slathering over him. Powerful hunger reined the creature's mind.

John released his grip on the earth and aimed a punch where he hoped the thing's face was. His fist made contact with something very sharp. Stars of pain exploded across his vision but the dark shape leapt off of him as the iron did its work. John wanted to curl up around his hand until the sting faded. Instead, he got his feet underneath him and scrambled up the rest of the hill.

John opened his mind to the creatures that surrounded Hellboy. Some noticed, others didn't. The one that took the most interest in him was the knight. Like before, the knight's presence flooded into his thoughts and John swore he could hear his dry, cackling laughter. He smiled in the dark and pushed their minds the way he pushed the bishop's mind.

Fay dropped to the ground all around them. The only one of any significance was the knight. John felt his mind waver, but he didn't fall. Hellboy seized the moment exactly the way John hoped he would. The demon roared and slammed his stone fist into the knight hard enough to cave in the Fay's chest. Through Hellboy's eyes, John could see the knight stumble back and go to one knee. The massive dent in his torso began to reshape instantly.

"John, get out of here," Hellboy growled at him.

"No," John reached out blindly and found Hellboy's jacket. His fingers screamed with pain as he gripped the worn leather. "He's just going to get up. You've got to take out the rock in his chest. It's the center of his power."

When Hellboy turned his head, John caught sight of his glowing yellow eyes. They turned to him, scrutinizing him as Hellboy asked, "How do you know that?"

"A little horse told me."

"Can we trust him?" Hellboy looked back to the knight and John saw that he was almost recovered.

"They were selfish reasons, but he wants the knight dead as badly as we do.

"Alright, get out of here, kid."

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The kid didn't leave, but Hellboy didn't really expect him to. He moved outside the stone circle and that was enough for Hellboy at the moment. John was in his head, not really searching, but observing. Considering how the kid stared without focusing, Hellboy figured it was too dark for him to see, so he let him borrow his eyes.

When they'd noted in John's file that his limits were uncertain, they had no idea how much the kid could actually do. If Manning couldn't get past John's real history, then he was a fool. Not that Hellboy knew exactly what had happened to Thaddeus before he became John. He hoped he'd know some day. The kid would have to trust him enough to tell him and he wasn't sure how long it would be before that happened.

The knight got up, one long hand still clutched to his chest. There was no trace of pain on the Fay creature's face, but he didn't have the mocking haughtiness he had when he started the fight. His white stare was guarded, cautious. He had to have heard what John told Hellboy.

When Hellboy dashed forward, the knight was ready. He slipped sideways and used Hellboy's momentum to slam him into the stone altar. The carefully balanced stones shattered into a dozen pieces, scattering across the grass in the circle. Hellboy grunted and shook his head.

He felt the knight clutch his shoulder and then he was gone again, reeling backwards and grabbing his head. John walked into the ring slowly, his blind eyes trained on the knight. The kid had clearly learned a thing or two from the knight's attacks on him. Though the battle was invisible, it was easy for Hellboy to follow. The knight gained ground and lowered his hands and John grit his teeth, bearing them in a grimace. A trail of blood ran down the kid's cheek from his eye, a stark contrast against his pale flesh. John shouted and the knight fell against one of the standing stones, giving Hellboy a chance to jump back in.

Keeping the knight pinned against the boulder, Hellboy punched the Fay's ribcage with his stone hand. He pulled back and hit him again and again, feeling the armor and bones give way underneath his attack. The knight's long fingers whipped around his neck and squeezed. Hellboy struggled to draw breath through his constricted windpipe, but it didn't stop him. He slammed his fist against the creature's side until it was a concave mess with quills of broken rib peeking through the green skin.

As Hellboy was tearing away the remnants of armor, John screamed. The knight's grip on his throat loosened, letting Hellboy pull away and turn to John. A creature with a long face and rows of jagged teeth had the kid on his stomach in the grass, one clawed hand pinning John's arm to the ground.

Just above the Fay's top row of teeth was a burn shaped like the pendant Hellboy had given John. The creature had already been touched by iron once and came back. Hellboy knew it would be twice as careful to avoid the pendant now. Hellboy saw the necklace clutched in John's hand, the one the creature had pressed into the grass. Hellboy hung between two choices, still gripping the front of the knight's armor to hold him still with his attention focused on his lover struggling to free himself. He didn't consciously make the decision, his feet were already moving.

Hellboy kicked the Unseelie monstrosity in the side of the head, stepping over John to follow it. The creature snarled and opened its mouth to show Hellboy exactly how many rows of teeth it had. He wasn't impressed. Unable to control himself, Hellboy roared at the Fay. It shrunk away, closing its mouth. Before Hellboy could attack it again, it ran from the circle with its long, whip-like tail curled between its legs.

John's shout broke into Hellboy's feral rage, "Look out!"

The rock crashed into Hellboy's head, knocking him to his knees. His vision swam. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the knight approaching with another piece of the altar in his hands. The green Fay lifted the rock high above his head. John scrambled to get out of the way as the knight brought the rock down on him. Hellboy surged forward and tackled the knight, feeling the altar fragment strike his back. All the damage he'd done to the knight's side had already healed. Hellboy attacked the armor anew, but it seemed thicker than before.

A brilliant red glow exploded through the stone circle, with Liz at its heart. Her hair danced wildly as she approached Hellboy and the knight. She lifted one hand and the knight went up like the kindling he was. He became an inferno in an instant. Hellboy stepped back only so his coat wouldn't combust too. He'd had that happen more than once.

Abe ran between the stones and grabbed John, dragging the kid away from Liz's blaze. They both threw up their arms to shield their faces from the immense heat as they retreated. The knight stumbled towards Liz, still alive and regenerating though her fire devoured him as quickly as he could recover. Liz lifted her head, her eyes flaring brighter. The inferno flared in response and stripped the knight to his core.

In the middle of his chest was the beating stone. It was the only thing that couldn't burn. Hellboy reached in and grabbed the stone, wrenching it free of the burning tendrils of root that held it in place. The moment it was gone, the rest of the knight vanished in a puff of smoke and ash.

Hellboy turned to Liz cautiously. Sometimes she controlled the fire and sometimes the fire controlled her. He waited to see which way it would go. The inferno slowly shrank and abated until all that was left was a small flame she kept burning over her palm so they could see. She smiled at Hellboy, sure and confident.

"Looks like you finally figured it out," he said softly.

"Yeah, but I had some help."

John came running, practically bowling Hellboy over with a fierce kiss that made him groan. He wrapped his arms around the kid's waist and let his lips linger on John's mouth. Even without being psychic, he could feel the kid's relief in his touch and the way he clutched at the back of Hellboy's head.

When John disengaged, he mentioned, "Chloe got away."

"That happens sometimes. Certain creatures are repeat offenders, so I don't doubt we'll see her again," Abe explained as he joined them.

Abe stood next to Liz, his fingers winding quietly in hers. Hellboy noticed the way her face softened at his touch and the slight smile that played at the corners of her mouth. She was happy for the first time since she'd started at the bureau. Hellboy's heart warmed for them.

"What now?" John asked.

Hellboy gave him a light squeeze and said, "Now we go home."

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