Just Another Day in Paradise
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G through L › Hellboy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,751
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Three
Just Another Day in Paradise
Author: Chaotic Captivation
Rating: PG-13
Categories: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Horror, Drama, and Romance
Content Warning: Mild Profanity, Sexual Situations, violence and disturbing visuals
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.
Characters I do own: Dominic Spencer, Evil werewolf who needs to die.
Sorry! My internet went out for a while, and I was unable to post these chapters! Forgive me!
Yay! You guys wouldn’t believe my reaction when I found out that I had reviews. I was higher than a kite! I wanted to thank those who did review and say that I really, really appreciate it.
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CHAPTER THREE
Hellboy didn’t even mind the branches smacking him in the face anymore. He didn’t care that he was making a lot of noise in the process of trying to get to the truck. He didn’t care about much actually. He just wanted to be sure that he got to John before that creature did.
Abe was doing a very good job of keeping up with him, especially considering that his main element was water and not land. He himself was worried for the boy, and was starting to wonder how they had managed to wander this far from the truck in the first place, and why they had let Myers walk back all of this distance all by himself.
Shots were heard in the distance suddenly and Hellboy’s heart jumped in fear. That was John, he was sure of it, and if he was shooting at something, then that only meant one thing- the werewolf had found him. Red tried to pick up his pace, but he had already been running as fast as he could over the uneven terrain.
They were getting closer…when they heard John scream in pain. It echoed over the land and deafened Hellboy as he came upon the clearing. He prayed that he wasn’t too late to save him; he had to be on time. He had already lost his father, he lost Liz, and he would not lose John too.
Hellboy ran into the open clearing…he felt his blood run cold, and considering that he was a fire entity- that was quite an achievement. It took a total of three seconds for him to take in the entire scene. There was the blasted creature, its arms and mouth covered in blood, and underneath it was the still, bloody form of John. From his vantage point, Hellboy knew that if John wasn’t already dead- he would be in the next few minutes. Blood was everywhere, and his vest looked like someone had run it through a shredding machine. He could only imagine what the flesh underneath those rags looked like.
The creature turned to assess the new arrivals. It didn’t seem frightened by them, just annoyed that they had ruined its fun. It sized them up, and then let out a low growl. Warning them that if they even thought of coming closer to its kill, it wouldn’t hesitate to attack them too. Red, who had been standing still for that time, staring down at John, slowly let his eyes travel up to the werewolf. His normally somewhat calm eyes had gained an unearthly glow to them, like embers straight out of a fire. His look spelled death for the unfortunate soul who had dared to challenge his wrath.
Abe watched fearfully as Hellboy latched the Samaritan and placed it back in its holster, before cracking his knuckles and approaching the beast. Fury was in every movement that he made, well contained under the surface, but it had been called upon. And it would not leave until justice had been dealt.
It wouldn’t leave until this thing was in agony, for it had dared to touch one of his.
With a snarl, Hellboy launched himself at the werewolf; only to have it meet him halfway. Hellboy kept trying to grab it, but the blasted thing was too damn nimble and fast! It kept avoiding capture and using its claws to scratch at Red. All too soon it realized that its new targets skin was thicker then the other one and its claws weren’t doing much damage. With that in mind, it grabbed a hold of Hellboy's arm- and bit.
Amongst the commotion of the two fighting. Abe had rushed to John’s side. The agent was unconscious as Abe quickly took a tally of his injuries. After a few seconds he let out a small sigh of relief. John’s vest had taken almost all of the damage, leaving only red scratches in their wake. The main problem was the puncture wounds on his side, which was where most of the blood was coming from. Other then that- the creature had missed anything vital. Although Myers would need medical attention, he would survive to tell the tale.
Red paused as he felt the creatures teeth close in on his right arm. A small self-satisfied smirk crossed his face as he cocked an eyebrow to the beast’s attempts. A chuckle tore itself from his throat as it tried to tear into his arm.
“Hey ugly…” Hellboy started, grabbing the Samaritan with his left hand and putting it up against the werewolf’s chest. “Wrong arm.” He said as he pulled the trigger and the thing let out a high-pitched scream as it was thrown backwards by the momentum of the pullet tearing through its heart. Hellboy quickly returned his gun back to its holster and rushed to Abe and Myers side.
“He should be fine Red, but we need to get him back to B.P.R.D.” Hellboy nodded and reached down, picking Myers up and caring him back to the truck. Abe opened the door for him and he climbed in, supporting Myers head. He didn’t even need to tell the driver to go before he felt the truck start off in its preordained direction.
As the truck took off from its original parking place, none of the occupants noticed the snapping of twigs or the glowing yellow eyes as a bulky figure stepped from the shadows and went to its fallen comrade’s side. It paused, calling to the other and turned away; waiting for the other to get up and follow it.
It seemed confused when the other werewolf just kept laying there. Why wasn’t it answering it? Slowly approaching its side its nose twitched as it smelt blood…the others blood. Cooing softly to the other it nudged it with its muzzle, trying to get the other to wake up and follow it, the nudging becoming more forceful and needy when the other made no signs of getting up.
A strangled cry erupted from its throat as it realized that its companion was dead. Tears running down its face as it cuddled next to its fallen friend, trying to protect the body from the cold of the night. Slowly, a new sent rose to its nose and it paused, looking for the cause of it. Blood…unknown blood, demon blood. The blood of he who had killed his lover.
A snarl rose to its lips as it tilted its head back and howled into the night. Whoever killed his mate would suffer, they would die-and so would anyone close to them. He would teach them the meaning of pain, before he drained them dry and gained restitution for his dead lover. Oh yes, they would pay…He would bring more to their cause, and destroy them.
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Red sighed as he looked down at the smaller form in his arms. He wanted nothing more then for those doe brown eyes to open up and for Myers to say that he was fine and that Red didn’t give him enough credit. Hellboy shook his head mentally, amber eyes gazing intently at the agents face. John didn’t realize how much credit he did give him.
-He was tougher then nails where it came to dealing with him, and most of the time when other agents went scurrying, John had held his ground.
-He was a fricken conundrum. Often making many wonder how someone with such a pure heart untainted by the trials of this world could face up to evil after evil and still wake up with a smile on his face.
-He had an excellent sense of humor hidden behind layers of shyness that Hellboy was slowly breaking him out of, and he took everything he said in stride.
-He was the most beautiful thing to watch on the battlefield that Hellboy had ever laid eyes on…
Wait… Hellboy paused. Since when do I think of John as beautiful? I mean he’s almost as graceful as Abe sometimes, and when he just comes out of the swimming pool…oh stop that train of thought! Darnet Red, get a hold of yourself!
Now that Red truly though about it…John was beautiful. Not in the way that Liz was, or any of the female kind- but a softer kind of beauty. His face was smooth and lacked the roughness that was his birthright as a son of Adam. His brown eyes mirrored his soul and showed what it truly meant to ‘wear one’s heart on their shoulder’.
The sudden lurching of the vehicle told Hellboy that they were back at headquarters. He barely gave Abe enough time to open the first two doors before he grew impatient and just started kicking the doors open.
He’d get Myers help now…
Then he’d deal with these new thoughts and feelings later.
As long as Myers was there to bring him his breakfast and fight next to him in battle, as long as he continued to come to work smiling; as long as he was safe and happy…Red was content to watch him from afar.
Author: Chaotic Captivation
Rating: PG-13
Categories: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Horror, Drama, and Romance
Content Warning: Mild Profanity, Sexual Situations, violence and disturbing visuals
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.
Characters I do own: Dominic Spencer, Evil werewolf who needs to die.
Sorry! My internet went out for a while, and I was unable to post these chapters! Forgive me!
Yay! You guys wouldn’t believe my reaction when I found out that I had reviews. I was higher than a kite! I wanted to thank those who did review and say that I really, really appreciate it.
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CHAPTER THREE
Hellboy didn’t even mind the branches smacking him in the face anymore. He didn’t care that he was making a lot of noise in the process of trying to get to the truck. He didn’t care about much actually. He just wanted to be sure that he got to John before that creature did.
Abe was doing a very good job of keeping up with him, especially considering that his main element was water and not land. He himself was worried for the boy, and was starting to wonder how they had managed to wander this far from the truck in the first place, and why they had let Myers walk back all of this distance all by himself.
Shots were heard in the distance suddenly and Hellboy’s heart jumped in fear. That was John, he was sure of it, and if he was shooting at something, then that only meant one thing- the werewolf had found him. Red tried to pick up his pace, but he had already been running as fast as he could over the uneven terrain.
They were getting closer…when they heard John scream in pain. It echoed over the land and deafened Hellboy as he came upon the clearing. He prayed that he wasn’t too late to save him; he had to be on time. He had already lost his father, he lost Liz, and he would not lose John too.
Hellboy ran into the open clearing…he felt his blood run cold, and considering that he was a fire entity- that was quite an achievement. It took a total of three seconds for him to take in the entire scene. There was the blasted creature, its arms and mouth covered in blood, and underneath it was the still, bloody form of John. From his vantage point, Hellboy knew that if John wasn’t already dead- he would be in the next few minutes. Blood was everywhere, and his vest looked like someone had run it through a shredding machine. He could only imagine what the flesh underneath those rags looked like.
The creature turned to assess the new arrivals. It didn’t seem frightened by them, just annoyed that they had ruined its fun. It sized them up, and then let out a low growl. Warning them that if they even thought of coming closer to its kill, it wouldn’t hesitate to attack them too. Red, who had been standing still for that time, staring down at John, slowly let his eyes travel up to the werewolf. His normally somewhat calm eyes had gained an unearthly glow to them, like embers straight out of a fire. His look spelled death for the unfortunate soul who had dared to challenge his wrath.
Abe watched fearfully as Hellboy latched the Samaritan and placed it back in its holster, before cracking his knuckles and approaching the beast. Fury was in every movement that he made, well contained under the surface, but it had been called upon. And it would not leave until justice had been dealt.
It wouldn’t leave until this thing was in agony, for it had dared to touch one of his.
With a snarl, Hellboy launched himself at the werewolf; only to have it meet him halfway. Hellboy kept trying to grab it, but the blasted thing was too damn nimble and fast! It kept avoiding capture and using its claws to scratch at Red. All too soon it realized that its new targets skin was thicker then the other one and its claws weren’t doing much damage. With that in mind, it grabbed a hold of Hellboy's arm- and bit.
Amongst the commotion of the two fighting. Abe had rushed to John’s side. The agent was unconscious as Abe quickly took a tally of his injuries. After a few seconds he let out a small sigh of relief. John’s vest had taken almost all of the damage, leaving only red scratches in their wake. The main problem was the puncture wounds on his side, which was where most of the blood was coming from. Other then that- the creature had missed anything vital. Although Myers would need medical attention, he would survive to tell the tale.
Red paused as he felt the creatures teeth close in on his right arm. A small self-satisfied smirk crossed his face as he cocked an eyebrow to the beast’s attempts. A chuckle tore itself from his throat as it tried to tear into his arm.
“Hey ugly…” Hellboy started, grabbing the Samaritan with his left hand and putting it up against the werewolf’s chest. “Wrong arm.” He said as he pulled the trigger and the thing let out a high-pitched scream as it was thrown backwards by the momentum of the pullet tearing through its heart. Hellboy quickly returned his gun back to its holster and rushed to Abe and Myers side.
“He should be fine Red, but we need to get him back to B.P.R.D.” Hellboy nodded and reached down, picking Myers up and caring him back to the truck. Abe opened the door for him and he climbed in, supporting Myers head. He didn’t even need to tell the driver to go before he felt the truck start off in its preordained direction.
As the truck took off from its original parking place, none of the occupants noticed the snapping of twigs or the glowing yellow eyes as a bulky figure stepped from the shadows and went to its fallen comrade’s side. It paused, calling to the other and turned away; waiting for the other to get up and follow it.
It seemed confused when the other werewolf just kept laying there. Why wasn’t it answering it? Slowly approaching its side its nose twitched as it smelt blood…the others blood. Cooing softly to the other it nudged it with its muzzle, trying to get the other to wake up and follow it, the nudging becoming more forceful and needy when the other made no signs of getting up.
A strangled cry erupted from its throat as it realized that its companion was dead. Tears running down its face as it cuddled next to its fallen friend, trying to protect the body from the cold of the night. Slowly, a new sent rose to its nose and it paused, looking for the cause of it. Blood…unknown blood, demon blood. The blood of he who had killed his lover.
A snarl rose to its lips as it tilted its head back and howled into the night. Whoever killed his mate would suffer, they would die-and so would anyone close to them. He would teach them the meaning of pain, before he drained them dry and gained restitution for his dead lover. Oh yes, they would pay…He would bring more to their cause, and destroy them.
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Red sighed as he looked down at the smaller form in his arms. He wanted nothing more then for those doe brown eyes to open up and for Myers to say that he was fine and that Red didn’t give him enough credit. Hellboy shook his head mentally, amber eyes gazing intently at the agents face. John didn’t realize how much credit he did give him.
-He was tougher then nails where it came to dealing with him, and most of the time when other agents went scurrying, John had held his ground.
-He was a fricken conundrum. Often making many wonder how someone with such a pure heart untainted by the trials of this world could face up to evil after evil and still wake up with a smile on his face.
-He had an excellent sense of humor hidden behind layers of shyness that Hellboy was slowly breaking him out of, and he took everything he said in stride.
-He was the most beautiful thing to watch on the battlefield that Hellboy had ever laid eyes on…
Wait… Hellboy paused. Since when do I think of John as beautiful? I mean he’s almost as graceful as Abe sometimes, and when he just comes out of the swimming pool…oh stop that train of thought! Darnet Red, get a hold of yourself!
Now that Red truly though about it…John was beautiful. Not in the way that Liz was, or any of the female kind- but a softer kind of beauty. His face was smooth and lacked the roughness that was his birthright as a son of Adam. His brown eyes mirrored his soul and showed what it truly meant to ‘wear one’s heart on their shoulder’.
The sudden lurching of the vehicle told Hellboy that they were back at headquarters. He barely gave Abe enough time to open the first two doors before he grew impatient and just started kicking the doors open.
He’d get Myers help now…
Then he’d deal with these new thoughts and feelings later.
As long as Myers was there to bring him his breakfast and fight next to him in battle, as long as he continued to come to work smiling; as long as he was safe and happy…Red was content to watch him from afar.