Opposites of a Different Kind

Anessa looked at the people around her, now alive and standing before her. Releasing her death grip on Myers she fell back on the mattress and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. None of them were dead.



“Are you alright my dear?” Abe asked his bright blue eyes blinking with interest. “You gave us a good scare when you stopped breathing.”



Anessa laughed uncomfortably putting her forearm on her forehead. It was all a dream a horrible nightmare. Wait? What? Stopped breathing?



“What do you mean stopped breathing?” she now realized she was in the library last thing she could remember. Abe was sitting in front of her making her remember that day.

She could feel a warm presence behind her, turning around she met Hellboy’s gaze. He had moved from his spot in from of the TV.



“You were rememberin far too much and your body couldn’t handle it. You were shakin and glowin I thought you were gonna float away. I think your body was trying to do something but Abe’s presence in your mind was preventing it from doin so.” Hellboy leaned down into her personal space, “Had to do some mouth to mouth on ya.” Leaning back he winked playfully at her and turned to leave.



“You?” she gawked touching her lips.



“Yep, me.” And with that he disappeared out the door.



“That bastard sat around for me to wake up just to boast about that?! What a jerk!” her mind raced with thoughts. A demon had his lips on her his breath in her lungs. And why were her cheeks so warm. She couldn’t be blushing?



“Ya Jerk!” she called in vain at the door.



Abe tilted his head pondering her outburst of undeserved anger, “Not so Anessa, he was quit concerned about you. When I came out of the trance he was already on you try to wake you up and without hesitation he started CPR. You should be thanking Hellboy he saved your life.”



Grumbling Anessa swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her whole body ached no doubt from there session in the library. Both Myers and Abe gave her a companionate look and moved out of her way as she exited the infirmary and headed towards her room.



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The next few days Anessa avoided Hellboy at all costs. She didn’t want to see his smug looking face. Or his smartass remarks about him practically kissing her. “What a jerk.” She thought as she turned up the speed on the tread mill. The rhythmic sounds coming from her Ipod and her chaotic mind left her oblivious to the being entering the Gym. Slowly it moved behind her and held out its weapon ready to attack.



Out of the corner of her eye she saw it, a blade a very large one. It moved threw the air towards her throat. With lightning speed she whirled around and tackled her assailant ripping the blade from its grasp placing it to the jugular.



“Hellboy!”



She looked down at the red demon she was now straddling. She pressed the blade further into his red flesh. Her purple eyes bore down on him.



“I should cut you to ribbons for that! I could have killed you, you fuckin jerk!” leaning back on her feet Anessa pulled the sword away from his throat and ripped the ear buds from her ears. She growled when she heard him laugh beneath her. Squeezing her thighs she silenced his arrogance and replaced his chuckle with a pained grunt.



“Damn you have strong legs. Wonder what else you could do with them?” his eyebrows wagged suggestively his hands moved to her thighs and pulled her forward on his chest. Frantically she stood getting as much space in between them as possible.



“What did you want anyway or did you come in here to kill me?”



Getting to his feet Hellboy straightened his black wife beater and motioned for her to give him the sword back. Reluctantly she placed the sword back in his grasp eyeing him warily. He twirled the heavy sword expertly it rolled over his palm and back over the end returning to his fingers.



“I’m here to teach you how to use a sword, defend yourself and if in the process we release what’s inside you……well all the better. I’m here to push you to your limits little missy and see what you can do.”



With a curt laugh Anessa folded her arms over her chest and stared at the demon, “If you don’t remember sweet heart”, her voice dripped with sarcasm. “I was in the ARMY and I know how to defend myself. And if you give me a sword I’ll show you how much I know about blades.”



Hellboy led her into the sparing room and tossed her a sword, “Alright princess show me what you got.”



Raising the blade above her head she took a ready stance, “Don’t call me princess.” She lunged forward; Hellboy deflected her attack with ease stepping to the side letting her run by. She recovered quickly twisting around making contact with Hellboy’s blade.



“Nice.” He laughed pushing forward on the blade, a high pitched scrapping sound reverberated throughout the room as the metal rubbed together. She pushed back sending him across the room. Both looked at each other is amazement.



“Holy shit! Where did that come from?” Anessa looked at her hands and back at Hellboy who was now getting to his feet.



“I don’t know but that was impressive………. Do it again.” Hellboy’s face was serious, play time was now over.



Slowly they began again; her skills were good but nowhere near as good as Hellboy’s. Pivoting on the ball of his foot he let her charge forward again and he caught her pulling her back flush with his chest.



“Concentrate; don’t let your emotions control you. Summon your strength like you would your voice but don’t get flustered.” Releasing her abruptly she swirled around and growled at the red man. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and concentrated.



Looking back on that day she remembered the feelings that had coursed through her. Then she remembered the power the heat that raced through her veins. The pure adrenaline made her heart race her body temp rise. Pulling those emotions forth she began to feel the power. Slowly she could feel it run from her head to her shoulders, then making their way to her hands.



Hellboy watched her intently; her nostrils flared her breathing increased. She was getting somewhere. Then he watched her hands tighten around the hand of the sword. He could hear the leather that bound the handle creak with her building strength. Then he noticed the glow, the one he saw back in the library as she remembered that horrible day.



Anessa could feel it and it was glorious the power rippled through her body making its way to her feet. It filled her chest and legs like hot lava a powerful energy that drove her body to its limits.



Her eyes snapped open and her purple iris’s swirled a brilliant deep purple. Hellboy readied his weapon she had found her strength and at this very second he was terrified.



“Are you ready now?” she cooed playfully stepping forward.



“How does it feel to have all that power running through you?” he tried to buy himself a few moments to ready himself.



Anessa stared at her hand which now had a soft glow to it. Flexing her thin fingers she smiled, “Amazing but yet it feels incomplete, there’s something missing.” Her eyes returned to him and his breath hitched inside his throat. They were changing colors from purple to red to blue to orange. Before he could say anything she attacked bringing her blade down only inches from his shaven horns. Her strength had heightened ten fold, he could barely keep her weapon away from his head. Now the fight was equal he needed to keep focused himself or she could easily decapitate him. He watched her movements fluid and smooth almost like poetry. Deadly but seductive she was beautiful, it was difficult to concentrate let alone fight back.



She found her opening and took the final strike making him fall back on his red ass. The blade stopped an inch from its target on Hellboy’s chest. The sword was quickly pulled away and was replaced with her hand. He took it and was pulled to his feet. His mouth opened to congratulate her for besting him but the blaring of the alarms prevented him from continuing.



“What the hell is that?” Anessa called over the ear piercing siren.



Hellboy returned both swords to their holsters and headed towards the door, “The monster alarm.”