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Category:
G through L › Hellboy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,554
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing ! Accept Cat that is, every one else I am just borrowing for a bit….
Back at Head Quarters:
“Oww Damn it!” I was laying on my stomach under the ministrations of Dr. Evans, who was currently probing the claw marks on my back. If I had been clawed by a wer- anything I would be turning fuzzy in a week. If it had been a ghoul of some sort that managed to Thwack me, well then I will just have a really nasty infection. Of course I didn’t really get a good look at the thing, I just killed it.
Hellboy came in looking no worse for wear, the punk had already gotten to clean up. Me, I still looked like the Bride Of The Living Dead. But on the plus side, all the blood was dry and I wasn’t ruining the furniture.
“Nice look Cat, we’ll be ready to trick or treat in no time. Now it looks like I get to be the good looking’ one since you are going sort of Frankenstein,” he smirked.
I just growled something nasty at him in French. The pore Doc had to stop working on my back until he stopped laughing. He wiped a tear away and pointed a finger at Hellboy.
“ When she is back up to par, Stay the hell out of her way!”
Red just shook his head. “I don’t want to know what she said do I?”
The Doc just looked at me. I shrugged , cussed because it hurt to shrug and told him I didn’t care. So the nice Dr. Evens simplified my inventive threat to ripping his tail off, beating him with it and then giving it to his kitties as a play thing. The Doc being the diplomatic sort, left out the more vivid details.
Hellboy just laughed at me and I just stayed pissed off. Where stitches would really suck right now the new adhesive gel they used instead is some seriously painful shit. And , did I mention it takes a while to dry, so should any one touch me in say the next hour or so I might just break my no crying rule. The Doc excused himself and Hellboy took the only stool, I obviously stayed on the table.
“ I cleaned your guns for ya’,” Hellboy held up my glocs in there holsters so I could see them as if they were a peace offering.
“ I checked your ammo stash too, and its about time to make some more. So if you are feeling up to it later we can go down to the armory and piss off some people.”
I smiled at the thought, both of us playing with volatile mixes that if a normal person got caught with, well it wouldn’t be pretty.
“You know Red, you don’t have to be nice to me just because I cant fight back yet.” I rolled my eyes up to look at him.
“Nahh, I’d rather play nice for now and yell at you later. If I pissed you off now, it would just give you too much time to think of something really nasty to do to me later.”
I grinned “True.. So do ya’ think you could get some of this blood off my face? Since you are up to being so nice at the moment.”
Red stood up, “Aww, but it brings out the color of your eyes so nicely.”
“Fine,” I sighed, “I’ll do it my self later.” I shut my eyes.
Of course the next thing I know a cool rag is being wiped across my face.
“Thanks Red,” I whisper.
Red doesn’t say anything but keeps cleaning my face. Now if only I could talk someone in to getting the blood out of my hair…Oh well its best not to push my luck any way.
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Back at Head Quarters:
“Oww Damn it!” I was laying on my stomach under the ministrations of Dr. Evans, who was currently probing the claw marks on my back. If I had been clawed by a wer- anything I would be turning fuzzy in a week. If it had been a ghoul of some sort that managed to Thwack me, well then I will just have a really nasty infection. Of course I didn’t really get a good look at the thing, I just killed it.
Hellboy came in looking no worse for wear, the punk had already gotten to clean up. Me, I still looked like the Bride Of The Living Dead. But on the plus side, all the blood was dry and I wasn’t ruining the furniture.
“Nice look Cat, we’ll be ready to trick or treat in no time. Now it looks like I get to be the good looking’ one since you are going sort of Frankenstein,” he smirked.
I just growled something nasty at him in French. The pore Doc had to stop working on my back until he stopped laughing. He wiped a tear away and pointed a finger at Hellboy.
“ When she is back up to par, Stay the hell out of her way!”
Red just shook his head. “I don’t want to know what she said do I?”
The Doc just looked at me. I shrugged , cussed because it hurt to shrug and told him I didn’t care. So the nice Dr. Evens simplified my inventive threat to ripping his tail off, beating him with it and then giving it to his kitties as a play thing. The Doc being the diplomatic sort, left out the more vivid details.
Hellboy just laughed at me and I just stayed pissed off. Where stitches would really suck right now the new adhesive gel they used instead is some seriously painful shit. And , did I mention it takes a while to dry, so should any one touch me in say the next hour or so I might just break my no crying rule. The Doc excused himself and Hellboy took the only stool, I obviously stayed on the table.
“ I cleaned your guns for ya’,” Hellboy held up my glocs in there holsters so I could see them as if they were a peace offering.
“ I checked your ammo stash too, and its about time to make some more. So if you are feeling up to it later we can go down to the armory and piss off some people.”
I smiled at the thought, both of us playing with volatile mixes that if a normal person got caught with, well it wouldn’t be pretty.
“You know Red, you don’t have to be nice to me just because I cant fight back yet.” I rolled my eyes up to look at him.
“Nahh, I’d rather play nice for now and yell at you later. If I pissed you off now, it would just give you too much time to think of something really nasty to do to me later.”
I grinned “True.. So do ya’ think you could get some of this blood off my face? Since you are up to being so nice at the moment.”
Red stood up, “Aww, but it brings out the color of your eyes so nicely.”
“Fine,” I sighed, “I’ll do it my self later.” I shut my eyes.
Of course the next thing I know a cool rag is being wiped across my face.
“Thanks Red,” I whisper.
Red doesn’t say anything but keeps cleaning my face. Now if only I could talk someone in to getting the blood out of my hair…Oh well its best not to push my luck any way.
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