Opposites of a Different Kind

Anessa woke alone in her new room. How the hell did she get there the last thing she could remember was walking on the tarmac talking to Manning. With a gasp she reached behind her searching for her wings and found nothing. Looking around the room her sword was no were in site. Anessa took to her feet and found the full length mirror and turned around. She was still in her garb from the mission but the back of her shirt was torn to shreds with no sign of her wings. It suddenly felt like she had lost something, she felt incomplete. She must collapse when her body can’t take the power anymore, which in turn makes her lose her wings and sword. Running her hands through her hair she felt the dried blood and dirt and knew it was time for a shower.



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Drying herself off Anessa pulled on a pair of black cotton shorts and a white tank top and headed out for something to fill her growling stomach. The kitchen door swung open and she found herself with Myers and Hellboy both eating a sandwich only difference was the size of Hellboy’s compared to Myers. Hellboy’s was about three times the size of the younger agents.



“Geez H.B. hungry much? That thing is bigger than Myers head.” She giggled opening up the giant fridge doors pulling out some grapes and cheese.



Hellboy watched her walk in and immediately knew he was in trouble. She was wearing tight little shorts and an equally tight white tank top that resembled the one in his fantasy that stretched over her breasts. When she opened the fridge she bent down to the fruit drawer exposing more then she intended, which in turn made his pants a little tighter then usual. His staring must have been quite obvious since Myers punched his arm. “Hey I’ve got a bigger appetite then the quirt I need a bigger sandwich. Lay off me woman!” he quickly recovered shoving more of his sandwich into his mouth.



Pausing from her cheese cutting she pointed the knife at the red demon, “Don’t call me woman or I’ll cut off what makes you a man.” She threatened playfully poking the blade of the knife in his direction.



“Better listen to her man I’ve seen her use a blade before and she knows how to use it.” Meyers playfully butted in taking another bit of his dwarfed sandwich.



“Pfft I can take her!”



Popping a purple grape and a small piece of cheese in her mouth Anessa started to chew giving Hellboy a death stare, “Is that so?”



He watched her roll the grape around on her tongue before she bit down on the juicy ball and tried his damnest not to licks his lips. He had to get a hold of himself or this was going to be torture.



Myers saw the tension is Hellboy’s back and helped him out, “So how you feeling today? I’m sure you’ve noticed what you’re missing.”



“Yeah my back is a little sore, I think from when those ogres tried to rip my wings off. And yeah I was a little disappointed when I found them and my sword gone. I took a long hot shower and that seemed to dull most of the pain. How are you guys? I mean you guys took it the worst I’m sure being down in that hole for a month took a little out of ya?”



“Well it’s good to be back in my own bed and to have a shower and eat something else other then cabbage. It was a very long month let me tell you especially with this guy.” Myers pointed to Hellboy who was still stuffing his face.



“Hey! I kept your ass alive!”



Popping the last few pieces in her mouth she returned the bowl of grapes to the fridge and waved good buy exiting the kitchen.



“God she is good looking.” Myers smiled to Hellboy who quickly gave the agent a smack of warning on the head.



Her hand ran along the walls of the BPRD as she made her way to the library, it was about time to check in on her blue friend. Her thoughts drifted back to Red. God what a mess he was, chewing with his mouth open, mayo dripping down the corner of his mouth. A slight giggled escaped her at the picture in her head. What a goof. Entering the massive library she saw the fish man swimming around in his tank.



“Afternoon Angel of Death.”



“Excuse me?”



Abe motioned to the four books laying on the podiums before his tank, “I did some reading last night while you all were sleeping and I think I’ve got down what you are. And it is quite impressive. I’ve read about Angels of Death for years and hoped we would come across one. But we never did until you. If you look at the second book you’ll see an illustration.”



Anessa made her way to the book and picked it up running her fingers over the soft leather of the bound book. On the left page was a rough sketch it was of a woman with giant wings, dark feathers were colored in on each appendage. She wielded a large blade similar to hers. And on her face she had a marking, a tribal tattoo of some sort on her right cheek. She turned to the fish man in the tank and touched her face.



“Did I?”



He nodded and encircled around his left eye and let it trace down his check. Anessa touched the spot he pointed out and imagined the marking.



“It says you are a warrior servant of god most likely offspring of a high deity angel. You must have awoken your ability when you had your traumatic experience. The black feathers scattered about your wings represent the evil souls you have killed, vanquished if you will. Your sword is part of you warrior spirit along with your wings. Eventually you will be able to control when you have your wings and sword along with your marking around your eye. Turning them on and off like a light switch so to speak. Right now your body is not strong enough to support all the power so when you need it most your wings and sword will appear increasing your power. So officially you are an angel from heaven. I could barely contain my excitement when I found out. You are a goddess from the heavens above. Yes that has a nice ring to it.” Abe’s smile spread from ear to ear as he watched her from his tank.



Rubbing the back of her head she processed the information Abe had just given her. Flipping through pages she read a few tidbits here and there. She was an angel of death a reaper of rotten souls, an angelic being, an avenging warrior. She burst into a fit of laughter at the thought, “I am far from angelic Abe. But I guess I could live with the responsibly. I mean ever since I was a little girl I wanted to help people. That’s why I joined the ARMY.” With a smile she walked up to the tank and placed her hand on the glass, “Other then finding out who I am, how are you feeling? You’re color has returned to normal and you’re moving a lot faster.”



“I’m a little tired but other then that I am feeling quite good.”



“That’s good.”



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Returning to her bare room she sat down on her bed, well not her bed. The walls absent of her personality, the lacking of her own personal belongings suddenly made her feel so alone. She wondered what had happened to her apartment, to her friends, to her family? Why didn’t she think of this before? Did they think her dead? Did the Bureau tell people she had perished in Iraq with her unit? Or did they tell them she was on a secret mission. If she was going to make this her home she needed some answers and some of her own stuff. Heading for Mannings office she passed Hellboy in the hallway and gave him a quick nod and moved past him.



Buzzing the door it opened revealing Manning behind it. His chubby face erupted in a huge smile and ushered her in.



“Good afternoon Agent Davis it’s good to see you are awake. You had us worried there for a moment when you passed out on the tarmac. It was a shame your wings disappeared I would of loved to examine them.” Motioning her to sit Manning took his seat behind his desk.



Anessa ran her hand through her red hair and sat down, “I’m sure there will be plenty of time to look at them. Look Manny I got some questions I need answered. I’ve been here for about two month’s right? Now before that I was considered MIA in the field. I wanna know what happened to my life sir? My stuff, my family and my friends. Am I dead to them? Is my stuff in a land fill somewhere?”



With a small chuckle Manning took out a cigar from his front pocket and lit the end of the brown tobacco with a wooden match. Puffing slowly on it exciting the red embers at the end he leaned back into his large leather chair. “Calm down child your family and friends don’t think your dead and your belongs are not in the trash I assure you. As a matter of fact that was the next order of business once we knew you would be good for the bureau with the last mission proved without a doubt. Your friends and family were informed two months ago you were found alive in Iraq. But you’ve been in a secret location for debriefing and recovery. They are just waiting for your call my dear. And your apartment is still there along with your belongings awaiting your arrival.”



As if a giant load had been lifted of her shoulders she collapsed back into the chair with a long sigh. Looking back up at the chubby agent she laughed as he winked.



“Would you like me to send a few agents to pack up your stuff and bring it here? Or would you like to do it?”



“Actually I think I would like to do it. Would I have permission to take a small vacation of sorts to pack up my things and see my friends and family?”



“But of course take as much time as you need. It’s good to have you aboard Agent Davis. But remember this is a government secret no one must know what you are doing. Make up what ever cover you must but we do not exist.”



“I understand. But what if by some reason my wings reappear I mean I can’t exactly say they are a Halloween costume?”



“Well….. I guess be as discrete as possible and be sure only the ones you trust are able to see them.”