Just Another Day in Paradise

Just Another Day in Paradise
Author: Chaotic Captivation
Rating: PG-13…for now at least…
Categories: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Horror, Drama, and Romance
Content Warning: Mild Profanity, Sexual Situations
Spoilers: None really…just watch the movie…
Author's Notes: This story contains a Hellboy/John Myers romance. Flames are not accepted. I do not own these characters…except Dominic…
Please review if you find the time to do so. I would really like to know if anyone is actually enjoying this story. Other then that, here’s chapter two.
Is there anything out in the woods? If so what is it? Who is Dominic Spenser? Stop reading this and get on with the bloody thing!
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CHAPTER TWO
Hellboy let out a small grunt when another tree branch slipped from his hand and smacked him across the face. That had to be the tenth time that had happened and it was seriously starting to get on his last nerve, nothing could make the fact that he was getting beat up by trees any worse…

A smothered chuckle was heard to his left, and he cast a quick glance only to see Myers covering his mouth trying to hide his non-discrete amusement. A twitch formed in Hellboy’s eye.

Never mind…it could get worse.

John smiled to himself as he saw Hellboy try to maintain some form of dignity…only to have it backfire and hit him once again… literally. A smoldering glare from the said demon had John coughing into his hand and attempting to put on a straight face…attempting, and failing miserably.

“Watch it boyscout…” Hellboy growled angrily, although truth be told he didn’t really mind that John was laughing, oh no. It was just the fact that he was laughing at HIM! No one laughed at Hellboy and lived to tell the tale about it!

*SMACK!*

Hellboy paused as John burst out laughing at his current situation. No amount of glaring was going to shut the kid up. He was having too much fun with this. “Keep it up, I’m warning you.” He snapped and John shot him a quick glance filled with amusement and mischievousness.

“Warning me? What for?” He asked innocently and Red growled.

“Keep laughing and I’ll use you as my personal shield for the rest of the journey…”

“Admitting to the fact that you need protection from trees Red?” John laughed and ‘eeped’ suddenly when Hellboy grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him off of the ground easily, pulling them face to face.

“Now Red, put Myers down. It’s not his fault that your weakness just happens to be lifeless shrubbery.” Abe said softly and Hellboy groaned.

“Not you too Blue!” Hellboy said frustrated as he turned to look at the Sapien. Abe didn’t say anything, but it was obvious that he was enjoying this little nature walk. John and Hellboy might not have realized it yet, but they were very amusing to have around. Hellboy acting all tough until John found his tiny flaws then prodded him until he ‘exploded’ and would threaten bodily harm to the small agent, but then Abe would step in and ‘save’ him from the potentially dangerous demon. Red would never hurt the boy intentionally, but it was still fun to watch.

“AWOOOO!”

A loud unearthly howl echoed in the forest as soon as the last moments of daylight shone over the horizon. Red quickly lowered Myers as he reached for the Samaritan. All three of them where suddenly on the alert, looking for whatever creature had just awoken to the world.

“Blue?” Hellboy asked as Abe gently took off his glove and felt around the area, searching for the things signature.

“Its new…fresh. A type of wolf…fledgling though, it’s been separated from its pack. Odd…” Abe paused and both John and Hellboy looked at him. “It seems as if this creature…is human.”

“Wait, you just said wolf…” Hellboy started and John blinked.

“You mean…like a werewolf?” He asked disbelievingly. This time, all attention was turned to him.

“A what, Scout?” Red asked and Abe cocked his head to the side.

“Werewolf Red, human mythology. Shapeshifter. Supposed to only appear under the light of a full moon, it is said that if bitten by the next full moon you too shall be cursed.” Abe supplied and Hellboy sighed.

“Great…how do I kill it?”

“According to lore one could destroy a lycan by shooting it with a silver bullet in the heart…or head.”

Hellboy nodded and took out some silver bullets to place in his gun.

“Blue, take the kid back to the truck. Wait for me there.” Hellboy ordered and started to walk away…

“Wait one minute! I’m going with you!” John snapped and Hellboy sighed.

“No, you’re not.”

“And why not? And don’t tell me that it’s because you like to hunt these things alone because frankly, that’s a stupid answer. Everyone needs help sometime Red and I intend to be there for you when you realize that little fact.” John stated as he crossed his arms, a sign that Hellboy knew all too well as the sign that no matter what he said- John was coming.

“Look Scout, if this thing truly is a were-whatever, then I don’t want to take the risk of you being attacked by it.” He tried and John huffed.

“You could be attacked too, actually more likely than either Abe or I because of the fact that you’ll probably be the one that fires the most shots at it and it will want to kill you first.” John said and Hellboy looked to Abe pleadingly.

“A little help here Blue.” He asked and Abe nodded.

“What Hellboy is trying to say John is that we are not human, therefore the bite of a lycan is less likely to have an effect on us. However, if it were to set its eyes on you we might not be able to get to you in time.” Abe explained and a sort of crest-fallen look overcame John’s eyes.

“Oh…I see. Um, it’s okay. Abe you can go with Hellboy, I’ll go straight to the truck and stay there…I promise.” John said as he plastered a fake smile on his face.

They think that they have to protect me…I guess they’re right, I mean I am the weak link in this group…I should just stand back and let them take care of it… John thought to himself as he turned and disappeared, heading back to the truck.

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Hellboy nodded as he turned, preparing to head after this werewolf, when he noticed that Abe wasn’t following him. He was just standing there, staring off in the direction that John had gone in.

“Hey Blue, let’s go.” Hellboy stated, effectively bringing Abe out of his thoughts. Abe turned and gave Hellboy a strange look.

“Perhaps you were too…quick to tell him to go back to the truck Red.” Abe said somewhat distantly and Hellboy frowned. The one time that he actually managed to get Myers to listen to him and go wait where it was safe and Abe was trying to tell him that he had made a mistake?

“Pfft, why?” Hellboy asked and Abe seemed to debate telling him something…something about John he was sure of it. “Blue, spill; we don’t have all day.”

“It is just…John has been…doubting his position here at the agency. Being a ‘newbie’ as some of the more senior agents have taken to calling him, he thinks that he’s a weakness and that sometimes it might be better if he weren’t even here…at all.”

Hellboy froze, feeling as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured down his back. He slowly turned around and an unreadable look was on his face.

“What?” The question was asked in a dangerous tone of voice. One that Abe rarely heard come from Hellboy’s mouth unless his buttons had been seriously pushed one too many times. “What ever gave him that idea?” Abe paused, not knowing if he should tell Hellboy the whole story, since he didn’t want to be the cause of several deaths. No matter how well earned they were.

“Pressure Red, lots and lots of pressure.” Abe concluded, deciding not to name names. Hellboy wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what was going on. He had watched from afar as some of the others targeted John for their own personal scapegoat, and he hadn’t actually considered that what they had said to the runt had actually had an effect. Every time he watched John would handle himself well and seem unaffected, which was the only reason that Hellboy had let that sort of abuse slide. He thought that they would stop, but now he realized that they had done some serious damage, and if John left…He would personally kill each and every one of those bullies and then drag Myers back kicking and screaming if he had too.

Abe nodded as he followed along with what Red was thinking. He too had known about the others, but John always came to him afterwards and very subtly Abe had erased those fears from his mind with comforting words. He looked up at Hellboy and let out a gentle sigh.

“Perhaps we should try to make this up to him…” He said slowly and Hellboy’s fist clenched.

“We shouldn’t have too; he’s stupid if he believes a word that any of them say.” Red growled, but mentally he agreed. John might have been one of the strongest humans that he had ever seen, but he was like a small child at times. The simplest of things got to him like no other. “…Pizza and a movie?” He offered and Abe nodded.

“Pepperoni is his favorite, along with anything dealing with a good mystery.” Hellboy nodded and sighed.

“Very well. Lets kill us a mutt and deal with Scout as soon as possible.” Hellboy looked around the surrounding area. “Where is it now Blue?” He asked and Abe ‘felt’ around the area, a frown coming to his face as he realized that he couldn’t find it. He slowly turned around, before he caught onto it-and he gasped.

“Oh no.” Hellboy knew something was wrong instantly.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s over there…it’s after John!” Abe said and both of them quickly took off in the direction of the youngest member of their group.

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John had his hands stuck inside his pockets as his feet shuffled on the ground. He didn’t really want to believe that he was useless to Abe and Hellboy, but all evidence pointed differently. Even his first time with Hellboy- he had gotten clipped by a car and if Red hadn’t had come to his aid, he wouldn’t even be walking amongst the living today. He sighed, despair slowly creeping in. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he resigned. Then Abe and Hellboy could get a new agent, one who was fit to stand by their sides.
John looked up to see the truck only a few feet away. He’d wait till he got back to the Bureau then he’d talk to the proper people to do what had to be done. A shiver wracked his body. He didn’t really know what he would do after he left…
A twig snapping somewhere in the area around him caught his attention. John’s head snapped up and worried brown eyes searched the surroundings.
It must have been my imagination…that or it’s Red trying to pull a prank on me. John thought, but even in his own mind, he didn’t believe it.
“Red? Is that you?” He asked softly as he slowly pulled out his gun, trying to find the source of the disturbance. A deep, rumbling growl met his question and every hair stood on end. Before the towering creature even stepped out of the cover of darkness, John knew that he was in serious trouble.
Oh no! Please, Red come barging out of those trees any second and help me! He cried out in his mind as he saw those glowing yellow eyes focus on him, and the saliva dripping from the slightly open muzzle after the beast licked its lips. John took an involuntary step back when it stepped forward and a chuckle could be heard coming from the creature. It thought that this was funny! What part about the fact that he was about to die was amusing to that twisted dog?
…oh yeah, the part where he turned into doggie kibble after it did the deed.
John shivered and his grip on the pistol tightened as he swore he saw the thing smirk. Normally John would have started shooting already and just prayed to the wind, but he didn’t have silver bullets, and shooting this thing with anything else would probably only serve to piss it off and make it kill him slower.
Far too quickly, and far too soon; it attacked.
John jumped and rolled out of the way and spun around firing at it before dodging the second and third claw swipes. This thing was fast and most likely- if help didn’t arrive soon- he wouldn’t last very long. John bit his lip when one of his movements backfired and the werewolf swung backwards, connecting with his side and throwing him up against a tree. All of the wind was knocked out of his lungs and he rolled painfully to the side to avoid it again.
A loud howl echoed in his eardrums and he cried out when the weight of the thing jumping down on him alerted him to the fact that he was trapped. The werewolf howled again and John felt himself roughly turned over onto his back, making it to where he had to stare up at the thing straddling him. It had a self satisfied smirk on it’s face before it lifted up a paw, and brought it down upon John’s side.
John screamed in pain, twisting around trying to stop it and to just get away from the barrage of scratches he was getting. This thing was amused with his pain, he noticed that right away. It liked to hear him scream and attempt to fight back, although they both knew that he had no chance of getting out of this.
John arched away from it when it slowly started to press its blood covered claws into his abdomen, his screams no longer making much sound but still portraying how much pain that he was in. He watched through drooping eyes in disgust as it took it’s claws out and slowly licked the blood from them. As if it were merely tasting a delectable treat. It made him sick, and he realized now how true the others had been.
He was going to die, because he was unfit for this position. Now Abe and Red didn’t have to worry about him. They could move on, because he would no longer be a part of the picture…he wouldn’t exist anymore.