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Feb. 26th, 2010

Liz had asked him to straighten up, so Red shuffled a few things around, cleared out spots to sit down, and shoved some things under the bed.

He's laying on the bed now with a group of cats, giving them extra attention as he waits for Liz to come in with Laura.

"One of you guys gets new digs today, how 'bout that?"

Something is amiss...


What is that noise?


It's almost like nails on a chalkboard, but --


but what the hell is that thudding sound? Like something hitting a wall...

Manning, Director of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, is on the trail of a mystery. He pops another antacid as he walks down the hallways of the Bureau, following the strange screeching noise that detoured him from heading to his office.

He turns a corner just in time to see the tip of a red tail disappear around the bend.


His eyes narrow and he picks up the pace, reaching the end of the hall and turning, stopping in his tracks when he gets there.



What he sees is Hellboy from the side, and the big red ape has just slammed Manning's desk into the door jam of an open storage closet.

"Hey!" Manning shouts and Red looks up.


Hellboy turns his attention back to the desk, Manning's desk, and starts forcing it through the door.

"Hey! Hey, stop! That's my desk, you -- "

Dropping the roll of Tums in his hand, Manning starts to run.

Red works more earnestly and shoves the desk with much noise, and probably damage, through the door. His tail snakes around the door hand and pulls it closed behind him just as Manning arrives.


Mar. 26th, 2008

The door opens to a muddy, tree lined bank. The lake waves make plopping sounds as they lap against the shore and the air is filled with the sounds of insects and lake birds. 

It's secluded enough, the tree line dark and save for the floating bits of wreckage not far off shore the waters are empty. Dusk is nearing and it is cool but not cold yet.

When Hellboy steps through the door he sinks to the tops of his boots in the soft mud. Looking down he grumbles and lifts a leg to pull it free. 

"Welcome to Monster Island, home of snakes, beavers and our friend the Ogogpogo."  

Feb. 3rd, 2008

The lake had been quiet for years, small incidents and sightings were reported but nothing extraordinary. Ripples in the water, splashes in the dark and shadows moving far below the surface of the water, all events that could be explained away as common occurances and none falling under the catagory of dangerous that would require intervention. 

Then the first swimmer disappeared. 

Authorities dragged the lake bottom but the body of the Edmonton vacationer was never recovered. A week later another swimmer vanished and heads started to turn. When a fisherman was yanked off a pier in front of dozens of witnesses by whatever he'd hooked and was then swallowed by the lake word was sent to the bureau. 

The Ogopogo was designated a major threat and Hellboy was dispatched. 


The small boat had been trolling the lake for three hours and hadn't picked up a single sonar blip bigger then a trout. Hellboy had finished all the sandwiches that had been packed and crushed the last Red Bull can in his stone fist as the boat made a slow turn near the shoreline, prepared to make another lap over the lake. 

"This bites." Red grunted, peering over the edge of the boat. "Where the heck is this thing? That's what I hate about fishin, it always takes so damn long and half the time you don't even get a bite." 

He walked to the back of the boat and stood beside one of the boat's crew who had been assigned the task of chumming the water. The man was scooping ladle fulls of blood, guts and fish bits from an oversized bucket and carefully dropping it out into the water. It was a monotonous task and the man looked as bored as Hellboy felt. The bucket was still mostly full and Red saw that there were three more still waiting to be opened and ladled off the edge of the boat. 

"Screw this." Red grunted and grabbed the chum bucket away from the man. He hefted it up and spilled all its contents overboard. Tossing the empty container back into the boat he then bent and pried the lids off the others and dumped them as well. 

"Stop the boat." He commanded and after hesitating only a moment the ship's Captain complied and cut the engines. 

With out the drone of the motor and the splash of thier wake the lake grew still and silent. Bureau agents and crew members who had been bored out of thier minds just moments before now stood around tense, excitement and fear growing as they waited. 

Hellboy stood at the railing, watching the water and waiting for something to show. The chum was at first stark against the water, bobbing on the waves and spreading along the sides of the boat. Then the stew began to sink and dissolve in the water and finally, it was gone.  

Red waited. And waited. And finally called it quits. 

"Let's get out of here." He threw up a hand to wave the Captain to start the boat again and turned his back on the railing and walked away. 

After a few moments the Captain stuck his head out the cabin window and shouted, "She's not starting up!" 

With an exhasperated sigh Hellboy shook his head. "Great. Fricken great. I hate stinkin...fishin..." He trailed off when he saw one of the crewmen gaping at him in fear. No, not at him. Behind him. 

Hellboy looked over his shoulder, and then up and turned around to see the snarling face of a creature glaring down right at him. The head was connected to a serpentine neck that just kept rising and rising up out of the water. The beast let out a low gutteral growl and a hiss and reared back, preparing for a lunge. 

Hellboy's shoulders sagged and he clenched his stone fist, "Aw, crap." 
A deserted gas station in the middle of no where West Virginia. Agent Myers was standing outside leaning against a black SUV that screamed government vehicle. This far from base the garbage truck just wasn't really that practical.

He paced a little nervously, watching the building and waiting for some sign from inside. There was a shot and he jumped, about to run in when the door swung open. A set of bells jingled on the handle and Hellboy stepped out dragging a strange body behind him.

"Hey Myers you got any cash on you?" Red asked as he dropped the body infront of the agent.

Dumbly Myers pulled out his wallet and held up a few bills, staring at the Mothman at his feet. "Money? Yeah, yeah I do. Why?"

Hellboy deftly snatched the bills from the man's hand and headed for the car. "I got a tab in there needs payin." He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder at the gas station and got climbed into the back of the car.

Myers stared after him then back at the dilapidated building. "What?"

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