Opposites of a Different Kind

Outside the Bureau the weather descended upon the weary earth. Rain pounded into the already soft mud. Lighting snapped across the sky like a whip which followed with deafening thunder. The dark skies of the afternoon mourned the loss of the sun as the thick clouds insolated the cold bitter wind. Myers stared out the window of his office waiting for the package they had been expecting for a few days. It was a miserable day cold, rainy and windy. Myers hated rainy days, the sun blocked from behind angry clouds it did nothing for his already sulky mood. Finally two headlights lit up the dark driveway. Within minutes the large metal gates swung open and the military truck pulled in. It was here.



Myers made his way to the back dock door and greeted the Military General with a hearty hand shake. “Good afternoon General Hopkins hope your trip was a pleasant one.”



The General took off his cap and smiled warmly at the young agent, “Thank you John and please call me George. I’ve known you for far too long for you to be calling me General Hopkins. And yes my trip went very smoothly.”



With a loud laugh Myers patted his friend on the back, “I’m sorry George just habit I guess. I hope you have the information we’ve been waiting for. We’ve been very eager to see it.”



The General nodded and handed Myers the “Above Top Secret” file. He took the carefully sealed envelope from his friend and turned the thick packet over in his hands. “I appreciate you coming all the way here to hand deliver this to me. I didn’t exactly want this Fed Exed.”



“Anytime John.” George put his cap back on and saluted the young man. Myers returned the gesture and watched the General get back in his truck.



Now with the information they needed Myers headed back inside the bureau to find out what they were dealing with.



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Hellboy sat in his huge black leather recliner, this large flesh hand ran over the soft fur of a random kitten that had taken perch on his massive lap. He lifted the remote into the air and flew through the cable channels hoping to find something interesting. He brushed some scattered crumbs off his bare muscled red chest and yawned. He was just waiting for a call from Manning, a call to scold him for luring the new girl into Blues tank. He laughed a bit imagining the scene. She jumps in the water and starts swimming around completely oblivious of the blue man swimming closer to her. Abe pops out of the water and she screams bloody murder. It served her right for calling him a demon. She had to of tattled on him already to Manning or boy scout. Just then his com went off.



“Hey Monkey man!” the familiar voice of Manning came through the speaker.



Here it came, “Yeah what do you want baldy?”



“Get off you lazy butt and come to the conference room.”



“Yeah yeah I’ll be there in a minute.” Grumbling under his breath he nudged the kitten from his lap and grabbed a black tank top and put it on. His boots echoed throughout the hallway as his heavy footsteps slammed against the marble floor. Pushing the conference door open he was greeted by Manning, Abe, the new girl Anessa and several agents including Clay in his wheelchair.



“Jesus lady did you need to bring the whole bureau in here to yell at me?” Hellboy growled at Anessa who sat innocently at the end of the table with Manning. Her hands were folded gently in front of her. A slight smile graced her full lips and her purple eyes flashed with mischief. He growled low in his throat as Manning and the agents stared at him confused.



“What are you talking about H.B? You’re all here to meet the newest agent of the B.P.R.D.” Manning asked sounding a little annoyed. Obviously there was something he didn’t know about. And he didn’t like being in the dark.



Hellboy shot Anessa a look, she didn’t tell? Manning had no idea of the stunt he had pulled last night. Her smile only got bigger as she pulled out the chair next to her.



“Come on Hellboy take a seat. It’s soooo nice to meet you.”



She was up to something but he had no choice if he didn’t sit down next to her Manning would know something was up. Hesitantly he made his way to the redhead and sat down next to her.



“Alright now that everybody is pretty much here, I’d like you all to meet the newest member Anessa Davis. She is a special agent but like Agent Liz Sherman she doesn’t look weird like Red and fish stick here. All we know for sure is that she has incredible strength under pressure and an uncanny ability to heal faster then a regular human being. But we don’t know if she can do anything else or even how to control her strength. But she will be starting testing this week, and should be ready to go out on missions in the next two months or so.”



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Myers sat at his desk and sliced open the envelope pulling the contents onto his desk. He read the big bold letter at the top of the report “Incident: Baghdad Basement slaughter Involving: Commander; Davis, Anessa” Flipping the file open he began to read the lengthy report. It described the discovery of the lost tank in Babil and the corpses of her unit. It got into the details of the search parties. The amount of fuel used and the man power it required to put on the search. A lot of bullshit if you asked him these were American citizens it should take whatever it was required to find them. Why the need to get the numbers involved. Passing though all the unnecessary paperwork Myers came to the page were they had found Ms. Davis lying in the streets covered in blood. She was dehydrated and malnourished, bruises littered her body. She was near death, a few more hours and it would have taken her. The report told of the soldiers making there way into the abandoned building. A mass of dead bodies were scattered throughout the upper levels of the structure. A door obviously ripped from its hinges caught the men’s attention. The men described the descent into the basement as the stairway to hell. Blood and body parts littered the stairs and floor. Carnage was everywhere it was horrible to witness. As Anessa had said all her men were shot close range in the head. Their dead bodies still hung lifeless from their shackles. The last set of shackles that were in the wall seemed to have been ripped clean off like they were nothing but warm taffy. She obviously had heightened strength. And the last sentence made Myers even more confused; the men reported the floor had large black and white feathers sporadically spread in the drying blood. The commanding office of the unit leading the rescue team thought it in the best interest to send Ms. Davis to the B.P.R.D for observation. The report said she was debriefed on the plane but she had no recollection of the incident.



Myers closed the file and leaned back in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose. Feathers, what would that have any business doing in the depths of a building. There were no reports of birds. Getting to his feet he headed out the door into the hallway. He needed to find Abe. They would need him to probe her mind gently for the memories of that day. If they were going to help her control her powers they needed to find out exactly what they were first.