hellboys cat

Hellboy stayed still holding Cat carefully, he wasn’t gonna grab the cuts again. Over the past seven years he had learned a little about women and nothing about Cat. Sure he knew she didn’t have a family, foster homes had passed her around and somewhere along the way a little girl got lost in the dark only to be found in a monsters den trying to save some kids. Maybe she hadn’t done it to save the kids but just to keep it from happing again. She was a killer but she hadn’t been crazy, not yet. About the only thing he could tell that first day was that she was female and carried more knives than any one else he had ever seen. It should have looked funny, but on her it fit. For absolutely no reason she trusted him even though all the men and lights had freaked her out. Getting her to come back with him had been a real bitch, but worth it.

The shower incident had been funny, since Cat wasn’t a shy girl and hot water was with in reach; she had slithered out of here cloths faster than a greased pig and Hellboy only had time to gape at her and turn around. He had seen one thing though, that her knives had made up all her wait, she was painfully thin. He had thrown a shirt in after her in hopes she would wear it. When she came out of the shower though, it was all she was wearing with her skin pale from lack of light and green eyes that dominated her gaunt face with a pronounced bone structure. But most surprising of all was the thick braid of strawberry blonde hair that crawled down her back. So he had to make some snide remark just in time to have a knife imbedded in the chair between his legs. She had just smiled and crawled into his bed, (Damn Woman) So he had put up the knife, took off his shirt and got in to bed shoving the chit over to make room. She grumbled and punched him in the gut before rolling over snoring softly. He couldn’t help laughing as he turned off the light and passed out.

At some point in the night she had gotten cold and ended up curled up next to his chest. He remembered sleepily pulling her close tucking her against him and pulling a blanket over them both. He could feel the ribs of her back pressed against his stomach. He wondered how she had survived the Dark, the predators. How had she become a predator of the creatures that ate any thing from flesh to souls. And he really wanted to know how she could sleep so easily next to him after all the monsters she had faced. And now he knew, well at least as much as she would tell him. Every one had thought it was hilarious when they found out her name was Cat. It was ironically fitting for a demon to have a cat. The Guardians of the under world and all. Or maybe she was just a guardian of the underground.

He had helped her learn how to talk to people and not to be suspicious of everything and how to like 6 square meals a day. She had taught him how to throw knives and that little girls can fight really dirty.. Cat had slept in his room for the first few weeks before any one realized: A) she was female B) she was human and C) it was rather in appropriate for them to sleep together. They should have left well enough alone…. After giving Cat her own room, that’s when the screaming started.

It seems that while living in the Dark, Cat never slept enough to dream. But now that she could sleep, the monsters had followed her home. That’s when Hellboy had learned a very small very determined girl could crawl threw the vents connecting all the rooms. The first time Cat had dropped out of the vent he had tackled her. But the minute he hit her, he knew who it was and twisted enough so that he didn’t land on top of her. He wanted to be mad, but the haunted look in her eyes wouldn’t let him.

Eventually everyone got the idea and for the sake of everyone’s sleep, Cat was allowed to stay with Hellboy. Over time the dreams came less and less and Cat could sleep on her own, but every once in a while she still crept in to his room so that he could guard her dreams.

Hellboy stroked her hair absently, wondering about his currently indisposed enigma. She was stubborn, bitchy, funny, hateful, kind , dangerous and at moments like these utterly helpless.

When Cat had realized that he took on the monsters alone she never said a word and just went with him. Oh there had been some damn good fights over that.. Red would loose his temper and throw large things in her general direction then she would loose her temper and throw small things at him with way too much accuracy. And obviously she got her way. (Again, Damn Women.)

Now teaching Cat how to play with guns had been the job for the rest of the guys. Hellboy figured that they needed to get to know Cat and the easiest way to do so was to teach her something that she wanted to know. Clay had been the first to jump in by taking Cat down to the Armory to show her how much more there was to an arsenal other than knives.

Cat took weapons very seriously which the armorer liked, not being a very social man himself, he found a kindred spirit. Thus the weapons master took over her training much to the surprise of, well , damn near everybody. He started with what she knew, knives , getting her to show him just how proficient she really was. She had taken him her assortment of knives, which he found crude but serviceable. He then gave her a set of ten throwing knives and let her at a dummy. After she had tested the weight and balance of each knife she launched them with speed and accuracy into various kill zones of the body. The weapons master could not find her wanting.

The weapons master then introduced her to guns. He started with the smaller hand held versions, fit more for a women’s hand. Cat got the idea pretty quick and surprised every one by liking the heavier guns. The ‘Monster Sluggers’. After leaning to use the guns, he taught her about ammunition and eventually how to make her own for those special occasions when normal bullets just wouldn’t due.

Lead was fine for humans and Fey, silver was for Vamps and Were’s. Holy water tips mixed with odds and ends was the General catch all for everything, and everyone had there own variation.