Writer: Sabaku No Kel
Fandom: Hellboy
Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers
Title: Blind part 2 (apart of it at least)
Words: 3914/???
Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter M for violence and Minor character death)
Warning: Gay kisses, blood, hurt, violence, minor character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this.
AN1: Hello lovelies. I know I said I would have this story by today, and I do, it's just not finished yet. I've been writing halfway through the night these last couple of days, despite having to go to work the next day every day, but there was just a lot of stuff going on in my life that I couldn't finish it in without giving you all something I'm dissatisfied with. Work was just a mess for me cuz they put me up in a different store, where'd never worked before so I didn't know where to find anything and then there was money stolen and I had to get in contact with the police and so much more shit I don't want to bother you guys with right now. So this part of the story is written, the first part, I have more but I'm not sure if I'm happy with it so I've decided to keep that part, get some sleep since it's really late over here right now, and (hopefully) finish the rest of the story within the next 24 hours. I hate to do this to you guys but it was either this or nothing at all cuz I've officially been up for well over 24 hours despite my 5 days a week 8 hours a day work schedule and I'm dying. I hope you all can forgive me and just check back within the next 24 hours please.
p.s. would it be easier for you guys if I added the last part to this chapter or if I put it up separately? Either way is fine by me but I'm wondering what's easier for you guys to see when the update is here.
000 Blind pt. 2 000
The steady drip of the leaking ceiling was a welcome sound in the silence the two agents currently found themselves enveloped in. As they moved with purpose through the semi-darkness of the eerie laboratory their minds were set on their goal; take out the mad scientist wannabe before history could repeat itself, a goal that sounded easy enough to achieve but in their line of work things were never as easy as they appeared.
John's gun was a solid force in his hand, a reassurance that was still appreciated even after years of field work, as he searched for any sign of their target. He didn't know what he was looking for and he wasn't sure where they were headed either (though neither was Hellboy) but he still kept his eyes peeled because if there was one thing he learned in his time as a BPRD agent it was that bad guys, human or otherwise, always creeped up on you when you weren't looking.
Focusing on his surroundings John studied the room (though hall was probably a more accurate term when considering the size of it) closely, checking for any secret hiding spots and finding none as he looked up, up,
up at the high ceiling and the many wires and busted lamps hanging above them. Only half of the lights were still working and only half of those were actually on constantly instead of flickering on and off every other second. Amongst the mostly broken bulbs hung at least a hundred different wires, almost all of them appearing to be connected to the largest piece of machinery in the room. John assumed that, since it was the only machine that was actually on, it was a generator of some sort, what it was powering though he didn't know.
John would have liked to study the thing some more but his neck was starting to hurt from craning his head up, not to mention the fact that those flickering lights were making him see weird shapes moving in the darkness. Rolling his head to relieve some of the soreness John closed his eyes as his fingers pressed into the muscles of his neck, the ache slowly starting to dissipate. Mere seconds after his eyes slid closed though the sound of wood bending and quickly breaking made them snap back open only in time to see a large support beam falling right towards him. Frozen with fear John stared wide-eyed at the large, wooden beam as it fell, leaving no doubt in his mind that it was going to squish the life out of him the moment it hit him.
"
Shit! John, look out!" He heard Hellboy yell but the words didn't fully register in his head until he felt something hit him, knocking the wind out of him as he rolled and hit the ground. The crash of the support beam landing barely a foot away from where he was currently laying made his ears ring as the shock made dust and bits of gravel rain down from the ceiling, covering his body in a layer of grey.
It was almost a second later that he realized dust wasn't the only thing covering him though.
"Ugh,
ow." John groaned, raising his head an inch of the floor as his fingers prodded at the bit of his skull that was sure to have a bump when he woke up tomorrow. He opened his eyes and raised himself up a little, leaning on his arms but getting no further as the heavy body of his charge covering his lower half prevented him from moving any further. Just as he was about to get worried that Hellboy might have been seriously hurt while trying to save him the demon groaned as well and moved off him slowly, his weight no longer holding John down though the thighs on either side of the agent's hips still prevented him from getting up.
"You okay there, Scout?" Hellboy asked, eyes scanning over his liaison's body for any signs of physical injuries.
John nodded. "Yeah, nothing some Advils won't be able to fix." He said, forcing a small smile as Hellboy gave a single nod of his head, lingering only a second longer before raising himself up. The second did not go unnoticed by John, just like it hadn't every other time he had (almost) gotten hurt, as the agent felt his heart warm over the fact that his charge was so obviously worried about him.
Hellboy offered out a hand to him and John didn't even have to think before he had accepted it as he was quickly hauled back to his feet. Hellboy was still looking at him and though his face was a mask of indifference John knew what was really going on underneath it. The demon had seen a lot of people get hurt over the years, some had even passed away right before his eyes, and so John didn't find it at all strange that sometimes his charge needed some extra reassurance that the people he cared for were really as fine as they were saying they were.
Stepping closer until they were almost chest to chest with each other John took Hellboy's stone hand in his own, his other still held in the flesh hand as his charge had yet to let go since helping him back up, and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Thanks for the save by the way, if it weren't for you I'd be flatter than a pancake right now." John said, keeping his tone light as he smiled again, slowly sliding his fingers from the tips of HB's own up his arms and to his shoulders. Some of the dust from before had settled there and John made sure to gently pat every bit of it away until it was all gone before sliding his fingers down, now dustless, leather and over the hard muscles of the demon chest.
"No problem, kid." Hellboy said, his trademark smirk on his face as he ran a hand through John's hair which must have been just as full of dust. After messing with it for a few seconds too long, despite the fact that he knew how much John hated it when his hair wasn't just perfect, the agent promptly decided to make an end to it as he leaned up to press his lips against the demon's own. Hellboy hummed in approval, the sound going no further than John's mouth, as he used the hand still in his liaison's hair to angle his head better, lips parting as their kiss grew more intense. Their kiss was all slow strokes and caring touches, their actions guided more by their need for physical reassurance rather than their lust. When they eventually parted again they were both breathing heavily, due to both the lack of oxygen as well as the intensity of their kiss, as they unconsciously leaned their foreheads together to please their need for continued physical contact.
Once their breathing had returned to normal Hellboy let his hand fall from John's hair, placing it instead on the agent's hip which he squeezed lightly. John opened his eyes to find the demon looking at him.
"You think it was coincidence that thing just so happened to fall while you were off guard?" Hellboy asked despite that fact that they both already knew the answer.
"No." John admitted, not only because coincidences were rare in their line of work but also because the beam had been steady when he'd studied the ceiling earlier, ergo there was no reason for it suddenly fall on its own. Still, something wasn't adding up.
"There was no one up there and no way to
get up there either though." He said, glancing up again to find the ceiling still very high above them, the walls too high and steep for a human to climb. John had a thought. "Unless you think a demon might be haunting this place?" He asked, not having considered the possibility earlier because there had been no reports of a demon sighting.
Hellboy shook his head. "A demon would have shown itself by now." Hellboy said and John nodded, pretty sure a demon would have attempted to eat and or slice him to ribbons instead of trying to squish him with a support beam.
His partner sighed. "Well, whatever it was it's gone now, we'll just have to be extra careful from now on." Hellboy said, voice all business, as he tipped down to give John one last quick peck on the lips before stepping away, separating their bodies before the temptation to give in to his baser urges became too much.
"You're right." John said, leaning down to pick up his gun which had fallen earlier during the tussle. He checked it for any damages and then proceeded to check the magazine, despite not yet having fired any bullets, just to be sure. He saw Hellboy whip out the Samaritan and nod, once, before once again taking the lead as they resumed their search.
After searching the room, looking high and low but finding no sign of their target, they decided to search the rest of the floor as well. They walked and searched and kept their guard up for the better part of an hour but, other than some rats, still found nothing. Eventually they decided to go back to the room again and check one last time, if by then they still hadn't found anything they would call it a day and return back to the BPRD to report on what they had seen so far. The room was just as empty when they returned as when they had left and other than the liquids still boiling over their fires (which was really a clear sign that someone had been there right before they'd arrived) there was no sign of movement.
Hellboy snorted. "Nothing. If you ask me our bad guy probably legged it ages ago." The demon said as he holstered his gun again. "Better to get back to HQ and face Manning rather than waste more time here." Hellboy said, shrugging his shoulder as John grimaced, remembering the chewing out they had gotten the last time they'd come back from a mission without anything to show for it.
"You're probably right, just let me get some of these notes as evidence so Manning won't pop another blood vessel." John said, reaching for a stack of papers on the table closest to him. The papers turned out to be schematics and blue prints for several different robot body parts and as he picked up the paper that was on top found it was a detailed plan for a robotic arm. Strangely enough some of the words had been scratched out, replaced instead by English words such as 'propellant cartridge' and 'gas distribution lines'. It weren't just words that had been scratched out either, many changes and additions had been made to the already complicated plans as well, red lines crisscrossing across the paper in a way that probably only made sense to the person who made them. The thing that bothered him the most though was the small note written in the sidelines of the blueprints referring to a weapons plan, the fact that he couldn't find said weapon plan leaving a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
John turned back to his partner, about to ask the demon's opinion on the revised prints and missing plans, when a sudden shine in the space just over Hellboy's shoulder caught his attention. It was only there for a second but as he kept his eyes trained on the spot one of the bulbs nearby just so happened to flicker back on and he saw it again, instantly recognizing the shine for what it truly was.
The head of an arrow.
The tip of the lethal projectile was pointed at the exposed back of his partner, pointed in a straight line for the demon's heart, and though Hellboy was certainly tougher than most guys there was no doubt in John's mind that an arrow through the heart would kill him just as quickly as it would anybody else. For now though they were still in the clear as it seemed the shooter was waiting for the perfect moment to take his shot but perhaps, with a bit of careful planning and good timing, the agent might be able to use that to his advantage.
Placing the blueprints back on the table John pressed himself against the demon's chest, making sure to move slowly so as to not give the shooter a reason to fire. Hellboy raised a brow at him, looking both surprised and confused at the agent's behavior, not that John blamed him, he wasn't exactly one for public shows of affection after all.
"Kid, what are you-?" Hellboy started to ask but John shushed him by placing a single finger over the demon's lips.
"
Sssh. Just follow my lead and trust me, okay?" John whispered, making sure the shooter couldn't see him talk as he leaned his head on Hellboy's shoulder, keeping his eyes on the shine of the arrow head. The demon's flesh hand wrapped around his hip and squeezed as his charge gave a slight nod, just the fraction of a movement too small too notice if not experienced up close. Hellboy might not be aware of what was going on, and John couldn't tell him either because then he might do something hasty, but his partner trusted him, trusted his judgment, trusted him to make the right decision.
Hellboy literally trusted him with his
life and John would make sure to keep that trust.
Placing his hands on the demon's chest John pressed his lips to the other's ear, whispering; "When I say 'now' you turn around as quickly as you can but you have to make sure to cover your chest with your stone hand, okay?" John relayed, kissing the shell of his partner's ear gently before moving down, trailing pecks down the side of his charge's neck.
"Got it." Hellboy whispered back, fingers twitching on John's hip, as his eyelids fluttered at the feather light sensation of his liaison's lips on his skin. With half-lidded eyes John kept his gaze firmly on the light reflected of the arrow tip, heart racing as it was slowly pulled back, the shine disappearing into the shadows as the flickering light was no longer able to reach.
Any second now that arrow would be fired, John was sure of it, because if he had actually been unaware of their shooter this would be the perfect moment to take out not only Hellboy, but him as well. He was sure the shooter wouldn't be able to resist the chance of killing two birds with one stone, John just had to hope he got the timing down just right.
Wait for it,
wait for it.
There was a whoosh of air as the arrow was fired and John screamed; "Now!" as he jumped back. Hellboy, doing as he was told, instantly turned around and covered his chest with his stone hand, protecting his ribcage from the incoming projectile. The arrow was only a second away now but the demon noticed it before it could hit him, swatting the projectile out of mid-air with the back of his stone hand. Before the arrow could hit the ground Hellboy had whipped out the Samaritan again, John following his lead as they raised their guns to the large gap high up the crumbling walls from where the arrow had been fired. The sound of gunfire bounced off the walls, glass raining down from where several bulbs had been hit by stray bullets, as they both unloaded a round of bullets before ceasing fire, waiting. For several long seconds everything was still, there was no movement and everything was quiet but just as quickly the situation got turned around, a shape emerging from the shadows high above. The shape was definitely human though as it swung from the wall to one of the beams supporting the ceiling it was obvious it wasn't entirely human.
The man, for John could see now that it was that, flipped himself up on the beam, crouching low and covering the rest of his body with his arms.
One of which was made entirely out of metal.
Recognizing the design of the robot arm from the blueprints he'd held before John's eyes widened, realizing now that the changes made to the design were so the robot arm could be used by a human being instead of by a monkey. Obviously it was also meant to be used as a weapon, if the automatic crossbow worked into the design was anything to go by.
The man glared down at them from his perch, yelling something at them in German and though John couldn't understand a word the man was saying he was pretty sure they were being threatened.
Turning to his partner John asked; "What did he say?"
Hellboy didn't look at him, not breaking his glaring match with the part man, part robot. "Let's just say it wasn't very nice and keep it at that, shall we?" He said, the tone of his voice enough to tell John that whatever the man had said had obviously hit one of his partner's sore spots.
"Listen, pal, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice." Hellboy said and the man laughed in that way only crazy people could, followed by some more German yelling. Out of the corner of his eye John watched as the demon's brow furrowed into a frown, fingers tightening on the handle of his gun. Before he could ask what was going on though the man lifted his arm and pointed the crossbow at them, giving them barely a second to dive out of the way before arrow after arrow was fired automatically.
John rolled to the right and Hellboy to the left, putting too much space between them for the arrows to be able to hit both of them. Instead the madman focused his attack on his charge, Hellboy goading the German by throwing insults, and thus giving John the chance to take a clear, carefully aimed shot. He fired and the bullet hit the man square in the chest, going straight through one of his lungs. The crazy laughter abruptly ceased, as did the rain of arrows, as the German gasped and wheezed in pain, groaning as he lost his balanced and fell to one of the tables below. Upon collision several pieces of glass broke and the liquids went everywhere, the man having miraculously missed landing on any of the burners, as his body lay motionless on the table.
John kept his gun firmly pointed at the man's body (it wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten up after he was sure they were dead) but when after several seconds the man had yet to move the agent looked over at Hellboy and shrugged. Getting his meaning the demon motioned for him to stay where he was, John lowering his gun as his charge marched over to the slumped body.
"Yo, nutcase, you up?" Hellboy asked, poking the side of the man's head with his gun. Other than the lazy lull created by the motion the body remained motionless.
Hellboy snorted. "Should have chosen the easy way, pal." His charge said, holstering the Samaritan again.
The exact moment Hellboy's hand let go of his gun though the man's arm shot out, grabbing the nearest container of chemical liquid and smashing it into the demon's shoulder, taking him by surprise. As the leather jacket burned away where the liquid had touched it Hellboy cried out in pain, the vicious liquid starting to bite at his skin as well.
"Red!" John yelled out as his partner collapsed to his knees, gritting his teeth against the pain as he gripped his shoulder. The man had raised himself back to his feet by now, chest still bleeding from both the bullet wound and the cuts he'd received from landing on the glass. None the less the German shakily raised his arm, obviously operating on the last bit of strength left in his body, as he pointed the crossbow at Hellboy.
Body controlled by fear for the demon's life John did the first thing he could think of to distract the man threatening his charge. "Hey,
schwanzlutscher!" John called, using one of the German insults he'd learned from his old college roommate to, hopefully, catch the madman's attention. It worked as the German paused, focus divided between the two partners. "Stay away from my boyfriend." He said, raising his gun and shooting the man straight in the forehead this time.
Blood went spraying as the German's body flailed, force of the hit sending his body flying backwards.
The madman was dead but all was not safe yet as by some unfortunate twist of fate the man's finger caught on the trigger of the crossbow. Luckily the bow was no longer pointed at Hellboy though it still fired several arrows all over the room. One of those arrows hit a beaker of clear liquid, the liquid instantly igniting and exploding as glass went flying before John could even realize what had happened. The shrapnel of the beaker was blown all over the room and though Hellboy, while on his knees, was safe from the glass, John was not.
At such great speed did the bits of glass get blown across the room that there was no chance for the agent to blink, let alone duck, as pieces of shrapnel hit him hard. Several shards of glass hitting him in the chest, knocking the air out of his lunges, while most of it hit him in the face and as John felt the sharp edges cut into every inch of exposed flesh felt pain explode behind his eyes as everything went dark.
The explosion was over within a second but it had lasted a lifetime for the agent, the force of the explosion suddenly knocking his body back as he hit the ground, more pain than he ever imagined possible pouring from every cell in his body.
All he could see, all he could feel, was pain and even as coherent thought began to leave him John still felt the pain. The strange realization that he couldn't feel his fingers and toes, and later his hands and feet, anymore normally would have made him panic but now he welcomed the numbness, anything other than the pain was good.
Still, even as his body began to slowly fade from his senses there was something that pushed from the outside of his little bubble of growing nothingness.
A sound.
"…"
A desperate voice.
"…hn!"
Calling… calling him.
"-
ohn! John, please, say something! Anything!" The voice begged him but he could not give it what it wanted, his voice was gone, just like the rest of him soon to be.
"We have to get you back to base, Abe can fix you. He
will fix you." The voice, so familiar, said and though John wanted to believe it (him?) he didn't know if he could.
There was vague sense of weightlessness, like his body was floating away, as John felt the numbness overtake him.
He passed out.
000 Blind pt. 2 000
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Sabaku No Kel~~
