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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.

Chapter List
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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: Mostly grammar and spelling. Added to the shower scene slightly and as with most of the other chapter's revamped a few paragraph's/sentances.
'Thinking'
"Talking"
Story
-Flashback
Chapter 7
Liz's Pov
For all the self-control I thought I had gained staying at the B.P.R.D the last few years, I wasn't entirely prepared for the sudden impulse to scorch HB but I knew it wouldn't do any good with him being fire proof and all. Instead I sent him a deep glare, hoping to at least penetrate his thick skull, how could he be so insensitive. Never mind, this -is- Hellboy we are talking about but from seeing him with her all of last night when he was so careful and worried, made me think he had changed a little. I think the saying 'old dogs never learn new tricks' almost comes into play here. I turned my head from giving him my best glare to looking down searching the face of the girl cautiously, the tears had been shortly visiting as they stopped falling and her face seemed struck by shock and almost horror. John was from his expression torn between doing something to his tall demon boyfriend and comforting her so I made the choice easy for him, if not a little sadistically by wrapping my arms around Brookes shoulders and hugging her to me, she didn't object and closed her eyes, resting against my body shakily, my hand rubbing her back slowly. Seeing this John smiled thankfully at me which I smiled back at, waiting for him to lay into HB, he almost literally stalked over to Red and went about whispering angrily, obviously not wanting Brooke to hear, there were only a few words which I made out, making me wince a little in sympathy at the harshness 'oh well, he needs to get it into his head she's still fragile about all this'.
Brooke seemed to calm easily as she rested with me, her shaking slowly dying down and I could see Abe watching me with her, admiringly and I couldn't stop the sudden blush that appeared across my cheeks. I looked at him shyly with a smile before I turned to watch the argument between Red and John, it was mostly HB trying to defend himself and Myers muttering angrily, I noticed with a grin that Red was fast losing the fight and all of a sudden with a last muttered comment it was done, Hellboy turning and leaving the room with a few grumbled words of his own and John turning with a flushed but angry face and walking back to us, Abe joining our small circle.
"Well that went well I think" Abe's amused voice rung out over our silence, the almost sarcasm made me and John laugh softly before I felt the girl shift around in my arms, looking herself over but seeming relaxed. "I think she could use a shower that's alright isn't it?" Johns question caught Blue by surprise before he nodded his head, still looking thoughtful, "I should think so, I'll get back to my research and I will be here when you are done". The ex-agent nodded his head, leaning over a little to be at eye level with Brooke, his gaze so kind and his voice sincere "Would you like a shower?...I'll take you there and you can get cleaned up, wear some fresh clothes after" watching her fidget I thought she would disagree but she just nodded quietly and at his beckoned hand she moved carefully out of my arms though looking back at me with a grateful smile, I gave her back a last rub before she was out of my reach and stood there letting out a sigh. Abe glanced at me curiously at this "something wrong?", I shrugged my shoulders, walking slowly to the table, hand running over the papers slowly as if looking for something of interest "I just have nothing to do now, guess I could get something to eat...I'm a little hungry". At this we both stopped talking and went about our ideas, Abe working on figuring out Brooke's situation and I strolled to the kitchen slowly, lazily to get something to eat.
No One's Pov
So where was Hellboy at this moment in time might you ask?...He was scowling to nothing in particular as he made his way to the kitchens, not intent on waiting till his lunch was brought to his room to get food in his stomach, he was stubborn that way. During this short little journey he was plagued with constant rewinds of the scene back in the library, his little lover complaining about him, insulting him and above all telling him he was useless. That was the last thing he was told before he left the library, he didn't understand why John had been so upset, it's not like he purposely fixed ears and a tail on the girl and used her despair for his own amusement. It just happened. "Stupid idea to not have told the brat before when she had found out about the ears" he muttered to himself, grabbing and holding onto a phone that had been attached to the wall, his stone hand crushing it and in no doubt breaking it. 'Oops' Hellboy frowned, dropping the remains of the phone and scampered quickly to the kitchen that was just around the corner, pushing open the double doors and resting his back to the wall beside them with brilliant timing as Manning's passed down the hall in the direction of the destroyed phone.
He peeked out one of the circle windows on the now closed kitchen doors, seeing a frightened agent rushing around the corner and past the kitchen, obviously Manning's had found his little accident, honestly he didn't do it purposely, it just happened. 'Wait, why does that sound familiar?' he thought to himself, he shrugged it off with a grin at adding to Manning's list of irritating behaviour but was shocked out of his amusement but a voice "HB what are you doing down here?" he tried to give an innocent teen act but couldn't quite pull it off as he looked at his ex-turned close friend. "Nothin' Lizzy, just hungry" she shook her head not sure she liked the easy use of her nickname, just like him having seen the scared agent flash past the doors. "I don't think I want to know what you did but if Manning's finds you down here he won't be happy, you should go back to your room" her voice dropping to an uninterested tone as she spoke, turning and finishing off fixing a sandwich for herself, ham and cheese with lettuce.
'Damn, terminate goody goody act, she's seen right through it' he stopped his innocent act and walked to one of the large fridges, opening it and pulling out an already made turkey and mayonnaise sandwich with what was probably one of the chefs names on the packaging, he tore that off anyway and threw it in the garbage can before taking a large bite, murmuring "mnmn". Liz shook her head almost exasperated "see ya" she was out the doors with her sandwich in hand before he could swallow and ask her to stay, shrugging he held the sandwich partially in his mouth while his hands busied looking for something to drink from the fridge.
John's Pov
Over in another area of the Bureau saw me sitting on one of the plastic, uncomfortable chairs outside of the shower block, I couldn't go in I was male and she was well...female so it would be wrong, besides I asked her if she wanted me to come in but not look, just encase something happened but she had told me she would be ok, her voice had been quiet it was calm so I believed her. Why I didn't just ask Liz to take her I don't know but I wanted to be helpful. So here I was sitting and waiting for her, trying not to worry about her in there by herself, god knows what she could be doing or thinking at this point in time. What if she was collapsed in the shower, what if she went through another change and I didn't know...no wait I would know because she would scream or...I would be wondering what was taking so long. That was what I was not wondering, just curious or maybe really curious, actually…only a little curious honest.
For a few minutes I wondered what would happen when she got used to the changes, would she leave or would she stay with us and be a part of our team? Then it occurred to me of why we brought her here in the first place, because Manning's said she was a threat, I snorted softly at that idea 'she's no more a threat than say...I am and that's not saying much as it is'. She's here for the safety of the public or so Manning's thinks but would she be detained like those monsters down in the jailing area. I hoped not and as I sat here I turned my head, looking around for something to occupy me while I waited when I noticed with some embarrassment the spare change of clothes I had grabbed for her on the chair beside me, great she had nothing to change into, that's probably why she wasn't out yet, it had been about half an hour.
More Or Less Brooke's Pov
30 Minutes earlier -
Being left in the room, she looked around curiously and a little bit nervously. The room was large and tiled in a light blue colour 'like water' she thought ironically, there were lots of shower stalls lining the walls and a couple of wooden benches in the middle to sit at. She saw the towel left on one bench for her by the man that had just been with her, John he had said his name was and nodded to herself. She started to strip quickly, not wanting this to take too long and leaving her dirty clothes in a pile by the bench with the towel. She stepped in the shower, bravely turning on the water and tensing as the cold droplets touched her dirty skin, she turned the dial adjusting the water to be very warm then relaxed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest almost protectively as she stood there. Any one person that went through the changes she did and the incident with being shot would in their right mind be thinking this through right now and be in hysterics but Brooke had already done the hysterics and didn't want to ponder too much on it. She thought 'if I don't think about it, it won't bother me, I don't want to cry anymore, I have to get used to this and I don't want to Burden those people anymore...if they are people, am I a person am I-nonsense, listen to me, I am doing exactly what I said I wouldn't do' she sighed and tried to keep the thoughts from entering her mind again by grabbing the generic brand of shampoo and getting a decent amount on her hands before rubbing it into her dirt and blood caked hair. As her fingers rubbed over her scalp almost massaging she groaned, the pressure nice after not having much chance to relax for the last several days. Then suddenly she froze feeling her fingers pass over something that didn't feel quite right, something sticking up from her head. Her eyes opened wide in shock and her breathing accelerated, hands held still before she remembered what it was, her ears.
It took a while after that to get herself moving again, to rid herself of the panic and when she did she rinsed off the shampoo and looked at the shower stall wall in front of her determined, determined not to let it bother her. She lifted her hands up to her head, running them along wet and clean hair till her finger tips brushed over one furry ear, she didn't shy away this time, running her fingers over the ear up to the point then down the other side and at last gently holding her hand around the furry ear gently as a whole. "It feels...nice" she couldn't think of a better, alternative word but the pressure to her new set of ears was, even how she loathed to admit it, relaxing. Now less panicked about her new set of ears she gathered some shampoo again on her hands and started to clean the blood off of them, not able to help but hum quietly in bliss at the feeling, almost as if she were a cat being petted. Once clean she rinsed off the shampoo again before washing her hair with the conditioner and stood there under the spray of the shower as that rinsed away too.
Deciding she had come to find this 'ear' situation a lot less stressful she thought it would be obvious what the next step be taken was, her tail. She tensed uneasily '-my- tail, it just doesn't sound right, doesn't sound natural but then again I suppose healing wounds isn't natural either and I deal with that just fine'. Moving her hands from her ears she braced herself, lowering one hand from her head downwards and around until she felt more fur though caked in blood. Taking a breath she wrapped her fingers around her tail, holding gently before she let go, running her hand over her tail slowly to the end where the tail fell out of her hand, John had said that not once since the tail and ears had appeared had they moved, not even a twitch. She frowned trying not to think about that either but the thought kept niggling into her brain like it belonged there. Why didn't they move, 'why do I want them to move, it's bad enough they are there!' she frowned, what if there was something wrong with them, they seemed...like dead limbs. She shook her head quickly as if to erase the last idea. "Oh" she murmured, holding a hand to her forehead, all this contrast like thinking was starting to give her a headache, she took some shower gel, again generic like everything else in this stall and started washing her body and lastly her tail, this at least giving her a distraction from the thoughts swirling around dangerously in her already over filled mind.
As she was rinsing of the soapy bubbles she frowned, she could hear something, almost like a bell or an alarm, she shrugged slightly gathering John would come in to get her if there was an emergency. She winced a little suddenly, lifting her hand where she had felt a sharp pain, she looked at her hand paranoid, searching not seeing anything, she then relaxed 'I probably knocked it no biggie'. Brooke carried on rinsing off then just relaxed under the water not feeling like getting out just yet though she couldn't have been there any longer than half hour. After a few more minutes she could swear she still heard the sound from before, it was almost clearer now, a ringing is what it was but it didn't sound right, there were no panicked footsteps past the door, no shouting, no smashing of any kind, she couldn't smell or see smoke so why was some kind of alarm ringing. It took Brooke only moments to realise it was her, her ears not the building itself, only she could hear this, she felt her heart beating faster but tried not to let it bother her 'I-I lost blood earlier, it could be an after affect' although the words were comforting enough her heart rate didn't slow down any in fact it only increased in her panic. All of a sudden the ringing rose to a high pitched tone in her ears, painfully resounding over and over again, she froze, it was like her head was trying to split apart, she braced her palms on the shower wall for support, "ngh" she bit her lip not wanting to cry out 'it's nothing, I won't bother them, it's nothing' she repeated to herself waiting for it to pass. Right then and there she seriously thought her situation couldn't get any worse, I guess that's why they say don't jinx it because as she tried to relax she felt another sharp pain in her hand but this time it didn't go away, it was in each of her hands, each of the fingers and each of the bones in each finger, she clenched her hands together almost to the point of her knuckles going white before she unclenched them with a sharp gasp, feeling something tearing through the flesh of her finger tips and dig into the skin on her palms "w-wh- oww" she stared down at her suddenly bloodied hands, her mind not even taking in the fact she now had claws extending from each of her fingers where her nails had been, the red liquid of her body running down her fingers and palms before one small drop ran down her forearm.
Her breathing deep now as she stumbled out of the shower and struggled to keep her footing, she failed and collapsed on to the hard tiled flooring, she bit her lip harder, forgetting about the sharp teeth she had been told she had and managed to pierce through her lip. She laid there for a few more moments, panting quietly as she looked across the floor to the towel she wanted to get, a fine spray of blood landing on the tiling in front of her, she wanted to wrap her hands in the towel, and find somewhere to curl up until horrible pain in her head faded, the ringing not lowering a notch at all. She placed a hand on the floor ready to try to push herself up, claws making a small tapping sound as she did, her blood smearing over the floor and leaving bloody prints as she only ended up in falling back against the hard surface again. With that another searing amount of pain making itself known, causing her to make a small whimper, she muffled it against her arm before looking down to her feet where the source of the pain was, the growing, the ripping of flesh, the sensation of something beside her usual body parts 'dear lord, what am I turning into?'. The new claws on her feet and hands in addition with the ears and tail made it clear she wasn't going to be human at all for much longer, she expected in time she would start sprouting hair all over her body to match her recent fluffy additions.
Suddenly she realised her naked state and wanted to be covered encase someone actually came in looking for her. Incase John realised how long she had been in here. Pulling herself across the floor slowly and finally managing a crawl with some effort she grabbed at the towel, then lost her strength and fell back to a laying position and the towel falling to drape across her torso covering her. She ended up hitting her head gently on the edge of the bench and she lay where she fell there on her back, exhausted, too exhausted to cry out at the hit, 'where did all my strength go, w-whats with this pain?'. Brooke let out a few agonised gasps, still managing to keep from crying or screaming so far, to be honest at this point she felt so out of it she didn't know if she could produce a scream. 'Oh my head, my ears...I can't hear anything but that sound!' she tried to focus on something, anything to keep her awake, to keep her conscious but she felt her head weakly loll to the side and just as she saw the outline of a figure enter the room she blacked out, no longer in pain or uncomfortable but blissfully falling into the abyss of sleep once more.
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