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�� Two large red hands gripped the
rooftop parapet, cracking and crumbling the stone under them. Hellboy took a
deep breath and hoisted himself up over the edge of the building with a grunt.
Now with his second near miss he had to admit, beer�especially a case of it�affected
his rooftop leaping abilities, but with the risk of getting caught nipping at
his heels, he could not stop. It was the price he willingly paid for a chance
to see her�and he had to see her.
�� Hellboy pulled himself up from
the tarred floor and took another running leap off the crumbling brownstone. He
took off with confidence, but as his momentum waned and his body began to slow
and sink out of the air, he yelled. Red bits of stone sprayed everywhere. His
fingers slid against brick as he desperately clawed for purchase, to catch on
anything that would stop his rapid descent to the garbage lined alley below but
he simply dropped.
�� He fell into a fire escape with a
loud creak, warping and distending the black cage with his huge frame. Luckily and unluckily he thought
bitterly, touching his aching back. With a wince, the demon slowly rolled onto
his side and looked to the alleyway below, then tilted his head upward to the
star studded sky. It was a shorter climb up than down, so he went, dusting off
his broad shoulders before rooting his stone hand into the building�s side and
clawing his way up to the top. Climbing over the edge he plopped down against
the brick and rested a moment.
�� �I really need to lay off the
beer and pancakes,� he groaned.
�� Hellboy took a few strangled
breaths before pushing himself up off the floor again. He jumped up and down in
place, psyching himself up for the next leap, before sprinting toward the
roof�s edge. He only took a few powerful steps before something snaked around
his legs, sending him tumbling to the ground.
�� �What the
hell?!�
Hellboy whipped back his coat and looked at his calves. He tore away the golden
bolo that cinched his ankles together and closed his fist around it with a
growl. �Alright....� he stood, whipping around to his left then right. �C�mon out, you gold knife swinging freaks!� He tossed the
trap down and put his hand on his gun when one did.
�� A warrior cut the darkness, his
skin nearly golden and eyes rimmed in black, his entire head shaven, black
hieroglyphs painted on his temples and down his thick neck. Pushing back his
cloak, Hellboy could spy the hieroglyphs continued on his arms and the thatched
leather amour that hugged his chest so tightly. At his hips he wore a linen
sarong and two golden scimitars that dangled from a heavy gold-studded leather
belt.
�� His hands neared them and Hellboy
pulled the Samaritan from its holster. He looked different�bulkier, taller
even�but this was the Ahemait warrior he encountered
in the underground chamber of the church. The one who
wouldn�t go down.
�� Hellboy casually checked his
ammunition, whipping the bullet cylinder out and back into place after a quick
glance. �Pretty Boy...You�ve changed.�
�� �But you have not,� The man
stopped and put his hands behind his back, standing at ease. �Please...there is
no need for a weapon. I do not wish to fight you.�
�� The gun clicked as Hellboy cocked
the hammer, �Oh, we speak English now?�
�� �What my brother knew, I now
know,� he said touching the falcon emblazoned on his chest. The creature tilted
his head and the warrior sighed. �I learned,� he said finally. �Where is the
wise one? Your Blue Brother?�
�� �Busy,� Hellboy replied crisply,
the protector in him suddenly emerging. �What do you want?�
�� �It has been some time...,� The warrior
paused. �I want assurances that the creature is still sleeping.�
�� �You got it. It�s still sleeping.
Like a baby.� Hellboy spoke like that was the end of it and turned. He was
taken back to see the warrior seemingly blink himself at his side and aimed the
man�s head. Hellboy lowered it when the man bowed fully, touching his knees
with his head. He truly did not mean to fight him.
�� �I would like proof.�
�� Hellboy shrugged his heavy
shoulders. �Like what? A picture?�
�� �A small shard
of shew chentej. A curl of
hair, a finger tip.�
�� The demon narrowed his yellow
eyes, �Why would you need something like that?,� he
growled, turning to face him. �It�s done right? You made her into a damn
paperweight! She�s gone and that thing is walled up in there with her��
�� The warrior watched the creature
struggle with his temper. If he thought the woman truly lost, that meant the
Wise One did as well. They had not thought to combine the Asp�if they indeed
did have it--and statue yet, which was a blessing. It would revive her, but it
was anyone�s guess who would be in charge of power it
would give, the vessel herself or its dark commander.
�� �Yes...it is done,� he answered. �I
am sorry for your loss...�
�� Hellboy admittedly got carried
away. Somewhere in between thinking about Tamara, he found himself venting
about Liz being just as gone, but he regained focus. He was not the only one
who was alone now and as his thoughts drifted to Abe, he let out a heavy sigh
that slumped his shoulders. �I am sorry too.� �The demon looked to the warrior at his side
and said he was sorry for his loss as well. �I know we didn�t see eye to eye on
the �how� to get rid of those body snatching things
but you leader, Seffy, he didn�t deserve what he got.
There was a tape of a conversation he had with Ta�the Akeh�well...we
kinda� understand what---� Hellboy paused, his mind
working over how to phrase the fact that he understood what he was fighting for
and why, but it quickly became a non-issue. The warrior looked away, obviously
as uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation as he was.
�� �Here,� He announced, his eyes
blinking furiously. The man reached for his neck, pulling off several charms
and laying them across his heavy palms. �This is the real reason I came here,�
he began, side stepping the condolences. �Should you ever encounter the Kem-Baw again, lay this around their person. It will turn
them.�
�� �Like Tammy?� Hellboy frowned
accepting the dangling and glittering chains. The warrior gave him a silent
nod.
�� �I am forced to admit she was
different,� he breathed, listening to the hushed whispers in his thoughts�D�jer and Sefu. �We all know this
now�but she is not the rule. And as our allies, it is important that if you are
going to fight battles with us, that you have the necessary tools.�
�� �We...� Hellboy made rabbit ears
with his fingers and motioned between them, �..are
allies?� he asked, with brow raised.
�� The warrior nodded once, �For
now. As long as your fight is our fight.� He offered
the agent his hand to shake and Hellboy reluctantly took it, surprised to feel
the power behind the motion. The warrior�s arm, dusted in gold powder, did not
even flex, but there was great pull in the supposedly friendly shake.
�� Hellboy gripped harder, rocketing the man toward him with a firm tug. �Who are you?�
he growled. �What are you?�
�� The warrior gave a small smile
and laid his hand on the creature�s shoulder. �I am SefuOnure,
Red Brother. I am an Ahemait warrior and your friend.
That is all you need to know.�
�� He moved away, backing up the way
he came and seemingly ghosting down a set of steps in a few quiet strides.
Hellboy followed behind him. �Hey...hey! How do I get in touch with you� �
�� Hellboy started down the steps
and was surprised to find him vanished. The dusty cloak, leather amour and
linen wrapping, all of it, vapourised into thin air.
The demon continued down the steps, leaning over the banister to look at the
repeating square pattern of descending staircases. He squinted when he saw a
collection of figures move in the dark. Just as he saw them, they saw him too
and turned, shining lights from little pen sized flashlights atop their weapons
at him.
�� Hellboy turned away, shielding
his eyes with a raised arm. �Oh great,� he growled. He shouted to the darkness
above and around him, �A real friend wouldn�t have led me down here!�
�� �Who are you talking to?� Clay
said, holstering his weapon and taking out a pair of oversized thick metal
cuffs. They hissed as their hydraulics were triggered, opening the restraints
in a plume of white smoke. Hellboy lamely offered his hands.
�� �A new friend,� he mocked sing-songy like, feeling the cuffs click shut.

�� Hellboy enjoyed a scenic ride
back to the BPRD complex. Behind the two way glass of the garbage truck, his old buddy Clay had done him a solid in passing by
the hospital where Liz was. They both knew it would a long time before he saw it again. Especially once the Professor had
his say.
�� The truck rumbled past the waste
management gates and backed up into the docks. The door opened and Hellboy
could see the Professor, leaning on his cane shaking his head. He groaned to
see the B.P.R.D. Director there as well. Manning stood in front of the old man,
his face almost as red as the demon he scolded, old hound dog jowls flapping, hands
waving.
�� �What the hell were you
thinking?!� he raged.
�� �I just wanted see an old
friend,� Hellboy replied, walking down the ramp. He towered over the director,
nearly two feet, so much so with the lights at his back, he cast a dark shadow
over the man. Yet the demon could still see the Director�s angered expression.
�� �I know all about it. But you
better remember, your friend is normal and you are not!� Manning stomped in a
circle, slapping his feet down with force as he paced. �You can�t just go gallivanting,
loping off into the night! It shines a big fat light on our agency and your
existence! And I,� he stressed, pounding his chest, �I always have to clean up after you!�
�� �Relax Manning...it�s almost Halloween.
There are enough people walking around in costumes no body would have taken a
second glance at me.�
�� �Oh really?� Manning flung a folder of
surveillance photos and internet blog reports. The title �Monster shares cold
one with unidentified woman� caught his eye. Liz. �These people took a second glance and you were only loose for
an hour!�
�� Loose? He may not have been human, but
he damn sure wasn�t an animal. The demon took a heavy step forward, crowding
the man�s space, dwarfing him with his massive build. �Maybe it�s time they do
know about me,� Hellboy said, yellow eyes glowering. �I am a protector of this
city�hell of this world. Maybe its time someone other than you is seen on the TV.�
�� �He can�t be serious,� Manning�s
mouth wagged, he turned to the man at his back with his arms open. �Please tell
me, he�s not serious!�
�� �I am afraid he is.� The
Professor said. �And just as I can understand his desire to be like so many
others, I know he understands why it is important he is not. For his sake, as
well as for others...�
�� Hellboy looked where the old man
reached. His wrinkled fingers touched a Polaroid that stuck out of his duster,
a picture of Liz. �...He understands that he would put others in danger with
his behaviour. Making them a target for those who aren�t
exactly friends of our agency.�
�� Hellboy�s tail curled tightly. Monster shares cold one with unidentified
woman. He could think of a slew of people and other-worlders
who would want to take down the BPRD, not including his new and dangerous ally.
It would kill him to know he lead them to Liz.
�� The demon groaned sadly, �You�re
right, Pop. I do understand.� He nodded. �I just...I
had to see her, you know how I feel about��
�� The Professor put his hand to his
mouth and motioned over his shoulder to Manning with his eyes. The last thing
the Director needed to know was that his son even had those urges. It was hard
enough to convince him the demon felt sadness in the woman�s absence.
�� �Well...some good did come of all
of this.� Hellboy reached into his pocket with his tail and brought out the
chains from the warrior. He told them about their meeting and the vow of
alliance between the two groups.
�� �I thought SefuOnure
died in the High-Rise incident,� Manning said.
�� �He did. This must be his
successor.� The Professor dropped each of the charms into a plastic bag for
forensics to take before they were added formally to the B.P.R.D�s collection.
�� �Should we trust them?� Manning wondered.
�� �Not implicitly. Not just yet.
But this is a good step forward to better understanding the Ahemait
and their motivations. Good work, son.�
�� The man gave Hellboy a pat on the
shoulder and his chest ballooned with pride. It deflated only a little as
Manning passed by him.
�� The Professor watched the tense
exchange of glares a moment before asking, �What will you do with him, Tom?�
��� The Director took Hellboy�s hands and slid the card between his restraints to
open them while delivering a warning. �It is only because you met with this warrior, I will go lightly on you and confine you to the
BPRD. Next time, it will be your room and trust
me,� he growled. �You don�t want to know where I will put you after that.�
�� �But��
�� The Professor touched the demon�s
shoulder again seeing Manning turn wildly at his utterance. �Practice being
silent, Son. And visit Abraham and tell him your news. He may find it useful.�
�� �Yes, sir...�

�� A few days passed before Hellboy
actually happened by the Professor�s office when Abe was awake. He spent most
of his time in a kind of stasis. Nothing unusual�or so the demon agent was
told�seeing how Abe would spend equal stretches of time wide awake. But tonight
his blue brother was darting around his tank, swimming laps, exercising his
atrophied muscles. He waved at Hellboy as he walked inside and came to float in
front of him.
�� Hellboy folded his arms and
leaned against the glass with a chuckle. �You won�t believe what you just slept
through, buddy boy.�
�� �I think I might,� Abe chuckled.
He spread his hands against the glass and errant strands of conversation
wiggled their way toward his mind. Manning�s angry
grumblings, the Professor�s disappointment, Clay�s amusement. Abe looked
at his friend and shook his head. �You should know better than openly defy
them. Especially since you know the consequences.�
�� �You�re one to talk,� Hellboy
snorted. Abe�s face fell slack, his head lowering and Hellboy stammered to
apologise.
�� Abe raised his hand, �There is no
need,� he said quietly. He knew what the demon was thinking, probably better
than he did himself. �I know. Also, congratulations on forming an alliance with
the Ahemait.�
�� Hellboy took a giant step back
then, pushing off the glass to walk behind the line of book podiums. Abe
pretended the sudden distance shut him out of his thoughts and asked him how
was Liz, already knowing the answer. She was doing better, actually feeling
better, but Hellboy wobbled his hand from side to side, declaring her simply
�o.k.�
�� �She needs to come back home. Where she belongs.� He said firmly.
�� �In good time,� Abe sighed
stretching his arms and swimming up to the top.
�� He wanted to tell his friend that
they would find one another. That in his minds eye, he saw a shared kiss, an
embrace and expression of true love so intense it enveloped them both in soft
fire...but it only came about as struggle. So they had to struggle.
�� �Much like we
had to, right Tamara?�
Abe swung his legs over the tank and faced her. He hopped down, landing neatly,
to kiss her cheek. He stared longingly at her when she did not return the
caress.
�� �You still
talking to her?�
�� Abe searched her sightless eyes,
�One day....she will answer back.�
�� �I see...� Hellboy murmured. He
thumbed through some scattered papers on one of the office�s large study
tables. �Is this what this is all about?� he asked, flipping through a dusty
book.
�� Abe walked down the steps, drying
himself off and quickly swept the papers toward him, hastily organising them.
�I was looking through the museum exhibit catalogue again.�
�� �The stuff we confiscated five
years ago?�
�� �Yes. I just realised that the
remnants of the snake cuff we found at the high rise looked like something we
took as evidence when we first encountered Tamara and Nek�kem.�
�� Hellboy seemed more excited at
the discovery than he was, �Does it mean something?� he smiled eagerly.
�� �I do not know. I have had so many
false starts, I am not sure of anything anymore. It is getting harder and
harder to fail at this.�
�� �Well don�t give up just yet,�
Hellboy edged. �As you know�because of your really creepy gift�I met up with Pretty
Boy a few nights back and he seemed a little anxious to know Nek�kem was still on ice.�
�� Abe paused, hope fluttered inside
him for a sliver of a second before doubt crushed it under its heavy fist. He shook
his head and shoved the stack of papers roughly into a drawer. �I will pursue
that lead later. Right now, we have to get ready.�
�� Hellboy tilted his head, �For
what?� he asked. �What could be more important than finding that out��
�� The demon looked to the big
golden doors. The claxon sounded, he could glimpse the flashing red emergency
lights underneath the door and hear the soft monotone female voice that
instructed all able agents to dispatch.
�� �For that,� Abe said, sliding
into his rubberised suit. �Yet another museum in distress.�
�� �And on
Halloween night no less.
Just great...� Hellboy huffed. �I�ll meet you at the truck. I�m going to get
the Samaritan.�
�� �Don�t forget the new guy too,�
Hellboy groaned but Abe wagged his finger at him. �The Professor wants him to
be your new primary since Clay is retiring. Make the effort to be his friend
won�t you? He�s already so afraid.�
�� �Good. Maybe he�ll stay out of my
way. Damn, Boy Scout.�
�� Hellboy strode out the doors into
the chaos of the hall and Abe slid on his breathing apparatus. The large rubber
and metal cuff hugged his neck tightly. Switching it on, he let out a relieved
sound as water bubbled over his delicate ruffles. He headed for the doors next,
but paused at Tamara�s side. Shew Chentej, the ancient Egyptian words echoed. �His Statue...�
Only his.
�� Abe ran his hand lovingly over
her cheek and recoiled slightly. He remembered what it was to touch it before.
How soft and warm she was all over. Never cold or hard under
the curve of his palm and certainly not so still and quiet. His hands
slid down her neck and shoulders before falling away from her all together.
�� Silently he assured himself he would
make good on his promise to bring her back. If the means was out there, he
would find it. Whatever the cost, he would pay it. It was only a matter of time
and he�like she�had all eternity.

A/N: Well that�s all she wrote. For now, the
ending is for you to decide. I left it open so it would fit with the events of
the first two movie instalments and possibly a third (*crosses fingers*). Once
trilogy is done or once they confirm that they�ve squashed the idea of a third
film, I may have to revisit this. Or strike up something new all together
depending on the ideas I get.
A final
thanks to all you guys who read and commented! I loved hearing your ideas and
getting feedback for each chapter. I really appreciate it and I�m thankful you
took the time to do so. Especially kayla, Aleta Rois, Keshley and pinkhare. I�d hug you all if I could!
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