Hindsight

Hindsight
Kireania

AN: OK so I’m typing these out really fast and I love it. This chapter is also first person but it’s a split between John and Hellboy. John is the first one HB is Second and John is the last one. The next chapter is going to be my OFC POV again. I hope everyone is enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Read and Review

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Warning: Cussing. Again nothing major here. Uhhh unless getting hit by a car is major?

Chapter 3: Boring Trip, Bad Night.

Our trip back to the plane was uneventful. Loading up was uneventful. We debriefed everyone about what happened up on the mountain, of course we left out the part about talking to Krys. I didn’t even think about the cave that much, except to mention that we stayed there until the storm blew over.

Abe gave us both looks that said he knew we weren’t saying everything but he didn’t push it. I wanted to ask Hellboy if Abe knew about Krys but with all the other agents around I knew better than to risk it. I now had her trust and Hellboy’s to keep their secret and I would be damned if anyone would learn it from my lips. I must be acting out of it because the other guys were looking at me strange like I was supposed to say something.

“What?”

They all just shook their heads and one just mumbled something about me staring at them. I must have just zoned out without meaning to. Great I’m going to go insane. Sighing I push everything that happened on this mission to the back of my mind and I just close my eyes. I had planned to keep them closed the entire trip but I felt like someone was watching me and when I open my brown eyes I notice that I am right but I am wrong at my guess as to who it was. I had thought it was other agents again. Nope, it was Red. He had a smirk on his face as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, exactly what I was going through.

I meet his eyes and tilt my head and to my surprise his smirk just widens just before his eyes turn away and he’s looking out the window watching the ground zip below us. I’m confused. Sitting back in my seat I huff and blow at some of my hair, it rises a bit but then it just falls back down uselessly. Perfect. I close my eyes again determined to go to sleep and wake up in a better mood.

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Scout’s taking this pretty hard. I can tell he wants to help her and its driving him nuts. It drove me insane at first too. Not being able to say anything, do anything. We’re stuck. We can’t just barge in and save her like we normally do. We can’t call up the police and report anything because we don’t truly know.

I know she is being hurt but that’s me. I’m not even supposed to be in contact with anyone outside of the BPRD. If Manning even got wind that I knew this girl he would try to take my computer to try and find her and then he would see what she knew and try and suppress everything. Then she would be in deep shit with her family.

The kid understands why he can’t say anything but it’s against his nature not to try to help. I grin and turn away fully when he goes back to trying to sleep. He’s going to have issues the next few days. He’ll learn. I had too. Every time I threaten to tell someone how bad off she is, she signs off and doesn’t sign back on for a couple of days and it terrifies me. What if something happens during that time that she can’t heal from? What if she truly needs me and she refuses to ask for my help because I’ve gone and pissed her off? I can’t help it when I piss her off, I just worry about her.

She’s not like me. She’s told me herself that she gives in as soon as anyone glares at her. She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t fight back. I think once she even mentioned that she doesn’t cry out in pain any more because her family doesn’t like it.

I might not know what she looks like but whenever I think of her I always imagine a frail girl with wide eyes. She probably has tons of scars from all the beatings she’s been put through, but they’d be hidden like on her back. I can only think of her skin as pale, seeing as she isn’t allowed out, with dark tattoos that mark her as being owned or punished. Her hair is long, that I know she’s told me that because it was annoying her one day, though I’m not sure what color her hair is. I can’t see dark hair in my mind without seeing Liz so I’m going to pretend she has blonde hair.

Sometimes I imagine that she’s waiting for me at the BPRD and that she’s safe and not actually in danger, but then as soon as I get back I remember that she’s not there and that she could be hurt beyond help any day. Abusive people can be unpredictable. I want to growl and scream and shoot something hell more than that I want to hit something but I can’t so I lock the rage away. Since meeting her I’ve had to learn to do that a lot. I’ve actually learned that I can use my anger on the missions they send me on. It’s a release but it doesn’t help as much as one might think. At first it did but now my anger seems to be much more directed and much more specific. I have names; I will have faces to go to those names if I have anything to say about it.

“Something else happened up on that mountain didn’t it, Red?” I turn my head away from the window and look at my friend, Abe. I raise an eyebrow at him in my usual smart ass way.

“What makes you say that?” I know that Abe can read thoughts but I know that he won’t dive to deep unless he has to. So unless Krys was in the forefront of the Boy Scout’s thoughts we should be fine. Besides I have a sneaking suspicion that Abe knows about her already.

“It doesn’t take a psychic to see that he isn’t his usual self. And your debrief showed nothing out of the ordinary so I must assume that you are both leaving something out of the briefing.” It’s obvious that he is concerned and I can’t blame him. Myers is big part of our team; we all look after him in our own ways.

“He’ll get over it” Abe frowns at me and I know he’s seriously debating digging deeper but I get up and walk deeper into the back of the plane thus showing him that I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. He gets the message and just shakes his head and goes back to his seat to sit down. John will come to him if it’s anything major.

One very good thing about Abe is that what he knows Father knows but that’s it. He won’t tell Manning or anyone else unless it’s absolutely necessary and Father is basically the same way. Hell Father won’t even let on to me that he knows a secret of mine until a long time after I’ve told him the damn thing.

I sit in the dark alone with my thoughts, once again trying to convince myself that Krys is safe and not in danger. There’s no window back here so I can’t watch the scenery pass but it wasn’t like it was holding my attention anyway.

The cold metal that I was sitting against sent chills through me but I ignored them easily enough as I saw in my mind a pale blonde girl waiting for me at the BPRD as a surprise. I don’t know how she figured out who I really am or where the BPRD headquarters is but however she did it, she’s there waiting for me. I don’t notice when I slip into sleep and my day dream becomes just a dream.

I get out of the garbage truck we always use to travel around the city in. I am soon followed by Abe and the kid. Scout doesn’t have to ride with us but he does just because he always does, I never really ask him why doesn’t ride with the other agents.

Stretching a bit I look around and notice that there is a group gathered to meet us, that in itself is not a major shocker but I easily pick out a new face. She’s standing right next to Manning and she is damn gorgeous. I barely hear Manning start to rant about some new pictures of me that have been put out there and my recklessness on this last case. I guess he notices because suddenly a manila folder is being flapped in front of my face and I take a step back and glare at him.

“Are you even listening to me? Of course not. You don’t care that you cost this agency millions of dollars just to cover up your sightings alone…” Once again I tune him out. Of course I don’t care. I’m not the one that wants to keep us a secret. A small laugh gets my attention. It belongs to the new girl.

She has huge eyes. There’s fear in them but not fear of me, but fear in general. She’s smiling when she sees me that’s good. Her clothes don’t fit really fit her. But I don’t linger on that. Her skin is pale and her hair is long and blonde. It takes a moment but I suddenly recognize her. Krys.

I’m shocked and I want to ask her what she’s doing here but I can’t do that with Manning and the others around so I motion to for us to get out of here and she nods. Somehow no one seems to notice us slip out and I am grateful that Manning is so focused on just yelling at someone that he’s forgotten about me. We walk around and since everyone is gathered in the hanger where the truck is stored there aren’t any other agents walking the halls. It’s just us.

“When did you get here?” It’s a stupid question to start out with but I couldn’t think of anything else. I’m tongue tied. I’m not a word person and with her right here I just blank on my thoughts.

She seems to know what my thoughts are because she smiles brightly as she speaks softly that she arrived just a little while ago. Her small fingers left to push her hair behind her ear and I see one of the tattoos she’s told me about. I reach out and with my left hand I touch it gently. She flinches out of reflex but after a moment she tilts her head farther to the side to let me see better. It’s smooth and faded, obviously one of her older ones. She starts talking telling me that she ran away because she wanted to be with me and she didn’t want to be scared anymore. I nod silently and just let her talk. I want to kiss her so badly but I hold back, I don’t want her to think that she needs to be with me to stay here. She is welcome here as long as she wants there are no conditions on that.

“You’re safe here.” That’s all I get a chance to say because suddenly she’s in my arms shaking. A smile is on her lips yet tears are pouring down her face. I don’t know whether she is upset or happy so I just hold onto her and try to calm her down. To my shock she pulls away just enough to stand on her tip toes and kiss me.

I can taste her tears along with her lips, I’m addicted instantly. I can’t help myself as I pull her closer and press my mouth against hers with more force. She instantly opens up and I slip my tongue inside without thinking that I should slow down. I moan and I hear her whimper in return. I can’t tell if her hands are trying to pull me closer or push me away but I’m not paying them any mind anyway, I just want to get more of her.

Finally we both have to breathe and I let her have her lips back for the moment. My darkened eyes look her over and at first she looks nothing short of amazing but after a moment I notice she’s shaking. I curse at myself as I instantly realize that I probably pushed her way too far.

I carry her lighter than it should be body to my room and easily maneuver through the doorway and around the horde of cats that litter my room. I set her trembling body down and I leave her for a moment to go shut the door to my room. I feel like a real ass but when I look back at her she is watching me with calm eyes. Maybe I didn’t screw up so bad after all…

“Hey uhh…sorry about…yea…out there.” I stumble over my words again but she seems to understand what I mean yet again.

She opens her arms out to me and I don’t hesitate. I’m there and I’m holding her close. We lie down on my bed side by side and just stare at each other, smiling. I can tell that she’s happy and I can see that she sees that I am as well. It feels perfectly corny. My eyes start to sag as a drowsiness comes over me.

She whimpers in fear and I hear her beg me not to go. I try to say that I’m not going anywhere that I’m just tired but I can’t my entire being is too heavy. My eyes close heavy and I hear her call my name in that soft begging whimper that she does one last time.

I open my eyes to find myself alone and still on the plane. I want to groan out in annoyance. That had to have been one of the most clear and realistic and best dreams I’ve ever had about Krys. I almost feel like crying, except I don’t really cry. Growling under my breath I look over at the other occupants. Obviously I wasn’t the only one to make use of the time flying back as sleep time. I spot more than half of the agents, including John, asleep. At least the Scout looks more relaxed while he’s sleeping I notice from my dark hidey hole.

Getting up from my position I walk up a little and look out a window to see where we are. I notice that we are actually quite close to being back home. I can actually recognize some of the shapes of the buildings and the patterns that they are in from jumping across them so many times during one of my many break outs. We must be starting our descent if we’re close enough that I can make those out.

I shouldn’t really be up and walking around in that case but I don’t really care right now, its gonna take something really shaky to throw me backwards. The pilot announces that everyone should be seated due to landing blah blah blah blah. I completely tune the voice out and just watch as we get closer. Everyone must have slept the entire trip…that’s a long sleep. We have been busy lately.

I feel the plane bump against the ground and my body jolts up but I hold my balance. No matter what people think I’m not that bad at staying still when I want to. Landing feels like it takes forever but I’m sure that’s just me wanting to get off this damned plane. I’m ready to get back to my room and get on my computer and count the minutes to when I can talk to Krys again.

The plane has stopped but I know I still have a while till I can get out and sure enough I know its going to be even worse when I see the kid talking with Manning who just hopped on board. John walks over to me and he seems frustrated and annoyed which is unusual but considering what he’s learning to deal with I’m not shocked besides, who the hell is a perfect ray of sunshine when they just wake up?

“Manning seems to have gotten a call ahead of us getting back and it was suggested that I was to be given the rest of the night off. He’s basically told me to stay in the city and that I won’t be allowed back at the agency until tomorrow afternoon.” He runs his hand through his hair roughly and I can’t say I blame him. Who ever made that call was just being stupid.

“Hmph. You should be jumping for joy. I don’t think you’ve had a break since you got here.” I don’t like that he won’t be at the BPRD tonight but I don’t say anything. Maybe this is what he’ll need to figure out how to deal with Krys.

“That’s not the point Red. I don’t need one. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t even know why they’re…” He’s becoming louder and a little hysterical. Perhaps he does need this.

“Just take the time kid. Nothings gonna happen.” I wave him off and push him towards the plane’s door to show him that he should get going. “Bye” I have that little tone in my voice like that one time I duped out on him to visit Liz when he first joined, he just shakes his head and gives up. I watch him leave and am slightly jealous that he can just walk out of here and mingle. That jealousy leaves quickly.

Now that Scout was out of the way everyone started bustling about to get Abe’s and my crates ready so that we can be transported to our garbage truck and then we will switch over and go home. I ignore it all that is until I’m called to load up.

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I can’t believe them. I don’t need a break. I’m perfectly fine. I at least though HB would back me up on that seeing as he botches anytime I’m taken away from babysitting him for any reason, except when it inhibits his working alone gig. I walk out of the hanger and notice that there is a cab waiting for me. I curse Manning under my breathe as I slide into the warm vehicle. Our plane had been under services so we had to out service a plane from a different hanger.

“Where to bud?” The voice is a fake cheery with grittiness from smoking that I can smell.

“Central Park please.” Probably not the best choice seeing as that place is never safe but I can walk around and besides I can drop by and say hi to Liz. She lives around there I think.

I glance back at the airport that is steadily leaving my view. Now that I’m no longer near Abe I’m not afraid to think about Krys. I was so worried about giving away Hellboy’s secret, now my secret too, that I was in a bad mood the entire trip. Red must have known and that’s why he had been smirking at me. That in itself annoyed me.

I know he’s had years to get used to this but how could he do nothing? Krys obviously needs someone. I put my face into my hands and sigh heavily. I really need to calm down and get my thoughts in order; they’re starting to just turn in circles. I wonder if Red ever went through the same thing. Most likely, he cares about her far more than I do, hell he loves her, and I’ve just met her.

The driver stops at a decent part of the park and I thank him and get out. Manning must have prepaid him because he zooms off before I get a chance to ask him how much I owe him. Rolling my eyes I look across the street and judge the speed of the oncoming cars. No need to repeat my first day car injury. I jog across the street and just start wandering down the busy streets, looking in at some of the diners and shops that are open late and many that are 24 hrs.

Needless to say my thoughts are on the rampant again and I barely know where I’m heading. I just cross street after street sometimes I take a left, sometimes a right. I am focused enough that I stay in the business part of town. I don’t need to get mugged on my night off, that thought just makes me chuckle. John Myers, BPRD Agent faces off against many different creatures on a daily basis is mugged by a normal human. That would be a great headline for the Agency newsletter, if we had a newsletter anyway.

I hear a commotion in the distance and at first I think it’s just a club but the noise is getting louder. A moment later I recognize the sound. People are screaming. New Yorkers don’t scream over many things so I know this is bad. I instantly rush towards the noise.

I’m about two blocks away so I cover the distance easily and quickly. But I’m barely fast enough to see what happens. There is a group of, what takes me a moment to realize are, werewolves chasing a young girl. She leaps up to jump on top of a car to try to get away but one jumps up and hits her in the back with such a force that it sends her flying into the windshield of another car, which she shatters and bounces off from only to hit another car and then roll off the hood to land in the middle of the road on her back. Ouch. That couldn’t have felt good.

Without thinking I rush over to the girl and I kneel next to her and feel for a pulse, which might sound stupid considering what just happened to her but I do it anyway. And shockingly enough she has one and though it’s really fast its quite strong. There’s blood on my fingers when I pull them away so she’s obviously bleeding but she’s alive and right now I have to deal with the approaching werewolves.

They’re snarling and bearing they’re teeth at me and I know my bullets won’t do anything but I shoot at them anyway and sure enough they barely sting the damn creatures. Dammit all to hell this is supposed to be my damn night off. My gun is quickly emptied and I pull out another cartridge and load it in.

The first bullet hits directly between the closest werewolves’s eyes…it drops instantly. I stop and blink for a moment as do the other creatures. Weren’t my bullets just useless? What the hell? Then I remember that Red had made me some special bullets since we’ve been having issues with me being in direct contact with beings, like these, that normal bullets just didn’t do anything with. I thank what ever is up in heaven that I still had those cartridges on me and I start back up at shooting the others. This time my bullets hurt them and they have to back off at least a bit.

The girl is stirring. I try to tell her to stay still but my voice is lost in the sound of my gun firing round after round of the deadlier bullets. Finally I’m out of that new cartridge. I have a few more cartridges but I have to load them. I look at her to see her staring at me and her eyes hold fear as if she’s scared I’ll hurt her. As I reload my gun I try to tell her I’m not going to harm her.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I know you probably hurt a lot right now but can you stand?” I get a nod at my question and she stands on her own and before I get to ask if she can move I find out for myself because out of nowhere another of those damned wolves jumps us sending us in opposite directions. I curse and shoot at it. I am so glad I have better aim than Hellboy right now. I barely realize how close I came to hitting her with these bullets. I don’t know how they’d affect her besides just being really painful.

Avoiding the writhing body on the ground I grabbed her arm and we began to run down the street. I know that I saw way more than just two or three werewolves when the original group was there so I’m desperately looking around trying to find out where’d they had gone to hide. I glance at her to see how she is and I see that her face is full of terror and some of it is actually directed towards me. She still doesn’t know what to make for me. What ever has made this girl so terrified of everything has done a good job at it.

I duck into an alley for a moment to get my breath back and to call headquarters. I can’t handle all of these guys by myself.

I push the numbers in with my thumb and hold the phone up to my ear. As soon as Manning answers I talk. “Manning its John Myers. Yea. No I need some agents out here. I also need Red out here. No we have a big ass group of werewolves prowling about. I think I’ve killed or at least injured two of them but I’m going to run out of bullets sooner rather than later.”

I gasp a little since I’m out of breath from running and glance at the girl beside me. She’s staring at me with wide mismatched eyes. I see something in her eyes I didn’t expect to see. Recognition.

“Manning look I just need back up and Red’s going have to be it. No I can’t stay in one damn position. I am being fucking chased. How about Central? Yea I can try. Good. Fine get there.”

As soon as I hang up the phone her voice fills the small gap. “Proof”

I blink in confusion. Huh? Proof? What did she mean by proof? Why did she just ask me for proof? What did she just hear in my conversation that made her ask…for…PROOF…Holy shit, KRYS!

“Krys?” I gasp out her name but she just shakes her head.

“Proof.” I understand. It doesn’t matter if it’s online or in real life she needs to make sure she knows who she’s talking to. My mind races back to the conversation I had just had with her less a little over twelve hours ago.

“Uhhh…well the proof you ask for from Red is the line “You won’t let me save you.” But you get that from Red so I assume you mean him…” I rambled on a little but I stopped when I saw her relax slightly and tip her head back and cover her eyes. I wanted to ask if she was alright but a moment later she looked right at me and she gave me a small smile.

“Well now Red can no longer say he didn’t save me.” I don’t ask what that means because I hear a movement farther down the alley and a snarling noise. Damn they found us, of course I knew they would they can smell us but damn that was too quick. I grab her arm again and we are off running yet again this time back out onto the busy city streets. I’m hoping all the cars and lights will slow the creatures down and the smells will confuse them for a little. I doubt we’ll have that much luck though.


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