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Cat Out of The Bag	By : kbygrave1124 Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 3399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy and I do not profit from these writing's.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy and I do not profit from these writings. I created OC characters such as Brooke and Marvin (Marbin).
Author Note: I am afraid that I must warn you that there is going to be same sex relationships in this story, guy/guy so if you don't like it then I advise that my story may not be the best for you to read. Also note this is revamped slightly from when I started it in 2011. Also now being revamped again slowly in 2017.

Edited: Brooke and Marvin do not meet at a night club they meet in a café. Also he now only has brown hair not red highlight's, would be strange if they both had red hair.
'Thinking'
"Talking"
Story
-Flashback-
Chapter 2
John's Pov -
Right now I would have given anything to throw ice water over the taller male at my side, I kept trying to put some space between me and him but the demon kept moving closer, knowing I was irritated with him but sticking close anyway. I would have whacked him but he always told me my little "girly" slaps tickle so I didn't see much point. I refused to admit my slaps where anything of the sort, but HB would too often deem that I was feminine. I'm male darn him! Thinking back to the reason for my current foul mood the memory came to mind easily.
- All of us had gotten out of the truck once it came to a stop, looking around the area as we did but not finding the young girl we had been looking for. We then decided it better to split up where Hellboy then muttered "Ok scout your with me, Blue your with Sparky" no one bothered to comment on his apparent leadership and went off on our way, me and Red going down a small cracked paving of the street that was all but empty of people, Abe and Liz heading, with a rather uncomfortable look on their faces towards the opposite direction near some old warehouses. I could understand them being uncomfortable after what Red said in the truck, I knew Liz and Abe really did have a thing for each other, if not a one way likeness because Liz seemed almost infatuated with the male, whereas Abe was harder to read.
Me and HB had only walked about four metres before the demon had slipped his arm around my waist and steered me into a small dead end alleyway, I had thought he was trying to hide but after moments of listening out and not hearing anything I looked with confused eyes up at him. I regretted not complaining about the team choices as I saw his lust filled eyes staring into mine, his arm at my waist moving so his hand slipped to my lower back. I fidgeted with a soft whine "Hellboy this is -so- not the time for this..." he smirked at me "Don't be silly boy scout there is always time for a little of this.." after moments of me pushing at Hellboy's chest in a vain attempt to push him off he sighed and looked at me with a sulky look "You don't want my kisses?", I nearly whined at him again as suddenly he makes me feel like the bad guy here but we were on a mission, we had a girl to find. So I not so subtly trod on his foot with what Red noted as a feminine like huff and left the alleyway, continuing toward the direction we had originally been heading. -
So you can see why I'm annoyed with the red demon, he knew how to push my buttons and right now he was defiantly doing that, payback for his now probably damaged ego I suspected. I was just about to tell him for the fifth time in the last ten minutes to back off when I saw a small figure which had stopped walking halfway down the street towards us, Hellboy had stopped to lean against the wall just before the corner, he had smelt her and muttered that he didn't need to go scaring her off with his appearance. I was talking to him mutedly, telling him that it was definitely her, remembering how she looked from a glance at a photo of her in the briefing room. She was petite even for a 19 year old, she seemed shocked as she stood there, watching me watching her.
I must have startled her somehow because she suddenly looked panicked, not seeming sure if she should run or not. It seemed she had made up her mind when she turned around and ran back down the street, narrowly missing knocking herself on a large broken sign at the corner. I shook my head, not even waiting to tell Hellboy what had happened as I ran after her, suddenly worried, I had seen her picture but seeing her in person, I felt sorry for her, I knew I shouldn't but she seemed so fragile and the file had said she didn't have any family so it was hard for me to imagine a young girl like her making it on her own in New York City without any support, I can see why she started stealing not that it made it right of course.
Brooke's Pov -
Here I was running again, I was getting sick of running from all these guys in suits, what do they want? what do they want with me?!...I spent a few minutes thinking about anything I had or had done that might be the reason but all that kept coming to mind was my visit to the police station, sure I had been caught once but these guys aren't cops and unless there was some top secret amazing pictures on that digital camera I found in the bag I snatched I doubt these guys where after me for stealing and that didn't seem the be the likely reason as they weren't police from the looks of their weird clothes. So why where they chasing me, I didn't look any different to any other person, I didn't have any money...money! This has got to be about money but I paid my money this week, in full.
You're probably wondering what money and to who, well ever since I moved into this city I had no one, nobody to help me, I went to a café one night, to treat myself with the very little money I had and bumped into a guy. He was about 5FT 7" not tall for a guy but he was taller than me still with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was skinny but he was strong and he had a kind smile on his face, one I hadn't witnessed from many people in the last few months in this area. He offered to pay for a slice of pie which I accepted, we talked for a while and he almost seemed to understand me, find an interest in me so it wasn't surprising when I immediately said yes when he asked me to meet him back at that cafe again a couple of nights later.
I had made a special effort to look good for him that night, having found out his name was Marvin just before we had last departed. He said he worked with computers, a well-paying job from what he told me, so I told him of my struggles to find work due to my age and lack of qualifications and he sympathised, told me he would put in a good word with his boss for me. Naturally I was ecstatic and very thankful, so when he leaned to kiss me that night, outside the café with the faint sound of a cheesy love song playing in the background, I didn't pull away. This was the start of a very affectionate three week relationship, until I started noticing little things, like how he would rather go out by himself at night and tell me I wouldn't want to go, how he would never get up before the late afternoon, usually after dinner time now that I thought about it, how he would brush aside my complaints saying they were "women's problems", how he had said he would speak to his boss but every time I tried to ask what his boss said he dodged the conversation saying he was tired and would talk about it later. After another week or so of this I also noticed how he would start ordering me around, telling me what to wear, how to do my hair, what to eat and drink, when to go out, when to get up. Enough was enough!...I pulled him aside one day and said that I couldn't take anymore, that he was practically suffocating me in this relationship. He had obviously not been pleased but the part that shocked me the most was the hug he gave me, I at first thought that finally things would end but after feeling two very sharp pains in my neck I could tell I was wrong.
As it turns out Marvin was a vampire, I didn't really feel that surprised because after all I wasn't exactly normal myself, a brief memory of my recent prison stay popped into my head, the wound on my arm, the sudden healing and the unscarred flesh. I shook my head and went back to thinking about Marvin, as much as I disliked doing so. I had wriggled, squealed and pushed trying to get him to stop biting me, which he didn't straight away, seeing him finally pull away made me feel relief as I covered the wound on my neck with my hand, glaring at him. I had shouted and screamed at him for lying to me, him treating me poorly then lastly him biting me. He could have killed me; though I think this just amused him if the sudden smirk on his face was anything to go by, it caused a horrible feeling to creep around in my stomach. I remember his words still as clear as day "If you refuse to be mine directly then I shall own you through everything else, your property, your friend's, your money...any money shall go directly to me...or you'll be finding yourself becoming dinner". I had thought about how cocky and rude he seemed but I knew his threat wasn't empty or false, I knew he would follow through on his threat and next time I may not be able to fight him off. I had also thought about lying and giving him less money than he had asked for but he knew how much I recieved and he had friends that could check up on this so with a rejected sigh I agreed to his terms and did without fail every week give him my money. I knew it wasn't right, I knew I was giving up too easy and he was also being too cocky in expecting me to give up but it is how things went. So now you know. Now you know why I steal for money, you know now why I hate him, why also I am again alone and untrusting.
Then it hit me, like a sudden splash of cold water, my healing!...the police had witnessed the fact that my wound had healed only an hour after I was put in the cell, I mean wounds don't just vanish that fast like magic, not even leaving a scar, it was just unnatural. I realised then that they must have told someone and it leaked to a group of possibly "unnatural freaks" hating type group, maybe they were after me to kill me!...Dear god I was in big trouble this time, so deciding that I didn't want to be tortured for hours by some weird group I made the decision not to stop running till I thought I was safe, I pushed the small nagging idea that maybe I was just blowing this whole thing way out of proportion and over exaggerating. Though the thought of a torturous cult fresh in my mind made me bolt as fast as I could, weaving through alleyways, knocking my shoulders, hands or arms on brick walls and fences as I ran recklessly, desperate to get away.
John Pov -
As we rounded a corner, I all but fell into a brick wall, Hellboy grabbed my arm gently to pull me back from it then we both started running again, we had been chasing her for a long while now through the older, abandoned parts of town. Hellboy had told Liz and Abe to just go back to the bureau via a spare car, saying me and him had a pinpoint on the 'brat' as he called her and would have her back shortly. Though it seems two of the agents that had escorted us here didn't think we could handle it, having joined up with us and running ahead, though I am not sure how they managed to run faster than Hellboy and me. A glimpse of the report I had seen in the briefing room again flashed through my mind with her photo, her name as I had come to learn was Brooke and as far as we know she has no clue why we are chasing her let alone who we were.
I wondered for a moment if she was afraid or if she felt brave, I didn't want to scare her, I just had to do my job besides the fact I now wanted to suddenly help her. I don't know where that came from but I do. She started to bang into walls, almost miss turning corners, trip here and there but she was still faster than all of us, she was smaller though and very agile yet in her apparent rush she was clumsy. I noticed that she seemed to be more panicked now than when I first saw her; I again wondered what she was thinking, feeling, still feeling sorry for her. My god am I turning into a mothering hen all of a sudden? When we saw her stop way up ahead in front of a large brick wall we assumed we had caught her until she surprised us by jumping up and holding onto a metal ladder from a cheap apartment buildings outside stairway, it fell down a bit more and she climbed up it, then jumping the small distance from that level of stairs to the brick wall. Her hands grabbing at the top of the wall as she pulled herself up, she managed to stand up on it with a bit of a struggle, looking down at us panting heavily from the run and with a relieved look in her eyes at having practically put the wall between us and her for now.
She didn't wait long before she started to walk along the wall carefully to the end of the wall towards an adjoining bit of fencing that would take her down between two buildings. I went to call out to her but before I could one of the agents in front of us shouted to her "Stop right there!...I have a gun and I need you to get down here so we can escort you to a safer place". Her eyes widened as she saw the gun but I knew it wouldn't change her mind, she was on that wall and wasn't going to hand herself over now. He again issued a warning to her, I heard agitation in his voice, I remember that he was in the team that first went to find her, she had outran him before and for her to do it again WITH backup must be very embarrassing for him. "Get down here now or I'll shoot, I have a job to do and I am not letting you get away again!" was his threat, I wasn't sure what to do this time, knowing nothing I could say was going to sway her to us and this agent didn't seem worried about morals. I looked to Hellboy for help but he was concentrating on the agent, I could see his shoulders tense as if he knew something bad was going to happen and surely as I thought that, it did. As Brooke went to continue walking not changing her mind despite his threats, a shot was fired, it felt like everything suddenly went in slow motion as Red grabbed the agents gun off him to stop him getting off another shot, I think I shouted out 'NO!' but I can't be sure, the only thing I was sure of was the sudden painful silence and the image in my mind of the bullet piercing through the girls left shoulder.
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