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     "     𝐢𝐭'𝐬 .     “     he considers how delicately he ought to put this . not for hellboy sake     —     heugh’s still in the middle of processing the glaringly invasive event that has violently transpired , and partially demolished apart of his home . the emotion that ought to evoke     (     other than confusion , sleepy and reluctantly syrupy like cold molasses ; that was well instilled     )     is still a challenging decision . he’s enough sense to be reasonable about the now . the wall was gone . it’d be a bit of money , but it could be mended , and there was no amount of anger or irritability that would see that done sooner . it makes parsing his words as he tries to dislodge himself out from his soupy grog a bit easier . a bit .     “     it’s , uh . you know .     “ 

     with the threat well mangled in his front lawn at the massive hands of his impromptu house guest , heugh lets himself fall onto an elbow , surveying the remnant damage speckled and splintered about .     “     taking it one moment to the next , currently . you ??     “ 

as heugh’s words begin to bubble forth, hellboy busies himself by picking up the largest chunk of wall from the ground before setting it close to the damage his body had done.   ❛  sorry about the mess,  ❜   as the adrenaline from the fight wanes from him, hellboy can feel embarrassment at his own wrecking ball nature creep up his spine. would he always be the bull in the china shop ? letting out a breath, he began to search the many pockets of his coat looking for the eighth indestructible cell phone he’d been afforded by the b.p.r.d.  (  after destroying the first seven, against all odds. )   ❛  if you want, we can host you somewhere for a week or so and i’ll uh  —  ❜  voice falters as he pulls the mangled remains of his now eighth destroyed phone, hellboy could laugh but instead just shoves the poor thing back where it came from,   ❛  i’ll get in contact with the ol’ department, they’ll pay for this no problem.  ❜ 

this was a mess. but generally most of his missions ended up like this, with a monster tossing him around for ten minutes before he could pull his shit together. hellboy’s trusty revolver was jammed and he could hear the few agents that had joined the mission panicking over the com in his ear. the only agent in sight was myers, across the narrow hall mirroring hellboy in an attempt to gain some cover from the thing rooting around in the room it lead to. there were reasons why he went these missions alone as often as he could, the things hellboy faced weren’t meant to be fought by humans. a frustrated grunt left him as he shoved the useless gun back into its holster and turned his gaze to myers,   ❛  hey, how you holdin’ up over there, big man ?   still feeling like this is the right job for you ?  ❜

there is no hint of malice in his voice, and for a moment hellboy takes his attention from the agent to peek his head into the room in an attempt to set sights on the thing they were hunting. turning back to myers, hellboy spoke in a quiet breath,   ❛  remind me to bring a sword or something next time, this revolver’s next to useless.  you uh  —  got a gun you can slide me ?  be real covert,  don’t wanna catch sunshine’s attention in there just yet.  ❜

if there was anything hellboy wasn’t, on the top of that list would be inconspicuous. considering he’d been a large and red all his life, the attention he often received was something hellboy had grown used to. moments before, he’d slipped into the shade of the alley in hopes of avoiding the usual downtown crowd ogling him. most people were harmless to his ego, they wanted a selfie with him or to touch his horns  —  sometimes they had sharp edges, but the words fell on deaf ears. what did he care if he was ugly when he had to worry about the end of the world? lost in thought, hellboy hadn’t noticed the staring right away but once they caught his eye he could feel heart begin to batter a little harder in his chest. what did a guy have to do to get a little peace in the city? not be red?

❛  stare any harder and you might pop a blood vessel, kid,  ❜   despite the mounting irritation hellboy was feeling, his voice remained a steady calm. he pulled a half finished cigar from one of his pockets and lit it with ease, pulling hard and letting the smoke curl around his next words,   ❛  you want a picture or something?  ❜

❛  we’ve passed the same damn   cabin   three times now, jack  —  ❜   a giant banyan hangs over them almost forlorn, its vines look as though they’re trying to pull the tree down into hell. with the moon a perfect pearl in the sky, allowing them plenty of light to travel with and it had been hellboy’s suggestion to walk on foot from where they’d landed rather than flying.   he’d thought it would give them some element of surprise, now he was eating those words.   hellboy let out an irritated sigh, halting his trudging steps and pulling a battered cell phone out to see it still had no service. any map of the area would be useless, they were lost in long undeveloped wetlands now.

❛  it shouldn’t be this hard to find an evil lair,  ❜   hellboy found his gaze drifting back to the cabin, which sat under the mammoth tree with a slant that looked as though a perpetual wind was trying to push it over. tapping his chin with forefinger, he turned back to jack and spoke matter of factly,   ❛  well, might as well go check the thing out.  ❜

     𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 . there isn’t much of a thought to be had for the section of his wall that has become a yawning , and jagged mouth breathing upon him the humid june night , the complete obliteration of his affects     —     a shattered dresser , a few other things jacob heugh could not think to name or recollect . the happening is what leaves him in the stupor upon his bed tossed sheets , a fabric he’s numb to , a voice that comes to him swimmy , and muddied by the rhythmic roar of exhilaration in his ears trying to tell him something he does not hear . it’s not panic , although , it’s close kin . he tells himself the children are not here but with his mother . arthur is not his spouse and does not occupy the space beside him and has not for years . the moonlight , blue and indifferent playing across the splintering hardwood and tufts of drywall , is not a flashlight mounted on the barrel of an angry gun . this is not then . he is here , now , just like the mangled creature that lay dying on his floor .     “     aw man . i just . i just cleaned .     “ 

@doomright· // sc

beads of sweat had began to make their way down his face, annoying reminders that despite his strength he was still somewhat human. chest heaved with breath as his right hand, with it’s massive stone girth, pressed hard into the chest of a writhing thing making gurgled attempts at speech. at the sound of the voice his body wretched up, bringing what was left of the vampire up with him in a gruesome display  —  ❛  ah shit,  ❜ as if waking from his own dream, hellboy looked around at the room, eyes finally landing on its occupant with a start,   ❛  heugh ?   oh, that’s just some bad luck.  ❜

MEME  PROMPT     :     💬

❛          if  we  stick  to  the  story ,     they  can’t  prove  anything .          ❜  

                                   FROM     : @doomright·