Drabble: The More Things Change
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jeriendhalJust a silly little crossover.
Fraggin’ featherheads.
Terinu hopped from the balcony terrace, over to a drainpipe, then clambered up to the roof of the hotel. It was angled slightly, covered in a tough layer of photo-electric plastic and gave a spectacular view of the Galen city, which he completely ignored.
What the frell was Leeza and Rufus thinkin’, dragging us all the way here?
He squatted on a corner of the roof, looking down on the street below, where galen by the hundreds walked, completely oblivious to universe around ‘em. There was a war out there, that was goin’ to run ‘em over for sure and they were just walking around like none of it mattered to them. As if they stuck their noses high enough in the air they could beat the Dominion with their egos alone.
“Hey, kid,” a gruff, gravelly voice said behind him. “Nothin’ personal, but could ya brood dramatically on another roof? I’m expecting company.”
Terinu turned to hiss at the stranger, but shut up as soon as he got a good look at him. Alien for sure, of race he’d never seen before, not to mention about two and half meters tall, with dark red skin and a barrel chested body supported by two goat legs that looked too small to support his weight. His left hand was proportional to his body, while the right was huge, looking like it was made of red stone of all things. Two blunt discs emerged from his forehead and he looked at Teri with bored yellow eyes while he chewed on a lit cigar. He also happened to be naked except for a large brown trenchcoat and a pair of shorts, but Terinu didn’t figure that was very important just now.
“What the fragg are you?” he finally choked out.
“Name’s Hellboy. Get lost, kid. You don’t want to be here.”
Teri’s tail lashed in annoyance. “Fragg off, I was here first.”
Hellboy rubbed his cheek, which was covered by bristly black sideburns, looking irritated. “I ain’t got time for this.” He strode forward, hooves clicking on the plastic roof, a red tail lashing behind him.
Terinu sprung to his feet, hopping ten meters to the opposite corner of the roof. “Back off!”
The big red guy stopped, pulled his cigar out and flicked it over the side of the roof. “Kid, I’m real short on time and I ain’t interested in seeing anymore dead bodies tonight. Get lost.”
“Why should I listen t' you, Red?”
A figure moved at the edge of Terinu's vision. He turned to see a little galen girl, maybe all of seven years old, walking along the edge of the roof towards them. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and she seemed oblivious to either Hellboy or Terinu's alien appearances.
“Would you be my friend?” the little girl asked.
“Aw, crap,” Hellboy muttered. “Last chance, kid. Get ye gone, it'll be a lot safer for ya.”
He pulled out an enormous pistol from the depths of his coat and pointed it at the girl's head.
“Hey, what the fragg are ya doing!” Terinu yelled. He stepped forward, putting himself between Hellboy and the little girl.
“Kid, get out of the way! That ain't what you think it is!”
“I'm not gonna let you... ahhh!” He spun around as the little girl grabbed his wrist, the bones underneath her hand compressing painfully as she held him with an inhuman grip.
You'll be my friend, won't you?,” she asked. He froze as the little galen girl's jaw opened wide, wider than any galen ought to be able to manage, and her incisors extended out from her mouth, growing nearly four centimeters in length.
There was a roar off to his left and the galen girl screamed in agony as the arm she gripped Terinu with was blown off at the elbow. He leaped away from her, landing beside Hellboy, who kept steady aim at her with the smoking barrel of his pistol.
“Nice shot!”
“Hell it was,” Hellboy replied, “I was aiming for her head!”
You're not very nice, the girl, or whatever she was, said. Before Hellboy could get off another shot, her tongue shot out from her mouth, wrapping around the big alien's legs and pulling him off his feet. His gun fell out of his hand and skidded off the edge of the rooftop as she dragged him towards her ever widening maw. It was a good half-meter across now and Terinu could feel a breeze at his back as she seemed to suck the very air towards her.
“Run, kid!” Hellboy yelled. He smashed his enormous right hand into the plastic roof. Starry lines radiated outward from where he struck, but it didn't break and the girl-creature continued to drag him towards her.
Terinu didn't hesitate. He flicked his tail as his spurs rose up on his head. His body felt warm as the bion rushed through him and he narrowed his eyes as the beam lanced out from between his spurs and struck the creature directly in the head.
Images flashed before his eyes, of the little girl, of great space going creatures trapped in prisons of crystal, of a goddess bound in an iron shell, of undercurrents that manipulated the universe while the creatures that dwelled within it remained oblivious. Then the creature's body flopped down, like a puppet with cut string, smoking slightly from the cauterized hole at the top of its neck.
Hellboy drew himself to his feet and straightened his coat, looking at Terinu warily. “Thanks, kid. Nice trick ya got there.”
“Thanks,” Terinu muttered, feeling his pound. He thought it might burst from the images he had seen. “What the fragg was that thing? It looked like a little girl!”
“That a was nim'readi,” Hellboy said. “Sorta like a Galen vampire. It eats souls, then chomps your body like an after dinner mint.” He pulled out another cigar and lit it, then kneeled over the girl's, the nim-readi's rather, body.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for the maker's mark. This things don't come into the world by themselves. They're called up by wizards, to act as servants. There'll be a wizard's mark on her somewhere.” He said this with the matter of fact air of a professional, as if people talked about vampires and wizards all the time, and were expected to be believed. “I have to track the guy down before he tries to call up something he really can't handle.”
“Where is it, usually?”
Hellboy sighed. “Buried in their foreheads usually.”
“Sorry.”
“Don't sweat it. It would have made things easier though.”
Terinu rubbed his forehead, feeling it pound from the aftereffects of killing with his bion. “What does it look like?”
Hellboy shrugged. “Could look like anything. The important thing is that it's a symbol of the power the wizard wants to harness.”
“Something like this?” Terinu drew in the dust of the rooftop, making the sign of what looked like a crooked cross, with four bent arms.
“Where'd ya see that?”
“When I killed her... my bion, it makes a connection between me and my target. I can feel it when someone dies, except what I was getting off her didn't make any sense. I saw this pretty clearly though.”
Hellboy sighed. “Nazis... why is it always frigging Nazis?”
The End
Fraggin’ featherheads.
Terinu hopped from the balcony terrace, over to a drainpipe, then clambered up to the roof of the hotel. It was angled slightly, covered in a tough layer of photo-electric plastic and gave a spectacular view of the Galen city, which he completely ignored.
What the frell was Leeza and Rufus thinkin’, dragging us all the way here?
He squatted on a corner of the roof, looking down on the street below, where galen by the hundreds walked, completely oblivious to universe around ‘em. There was a war out there, that was goin’ to run ‘em over for sure and they were just walking around like none of it mattered to them. As if they stuck their noses high enough in the air they could beat the Dominion with their egos alone.
“Hey, kid,” a gruff, gravelly voice said behind him. “Nothin’ personal, but could ya brood dramatically on another roof? I’m expecting company.”
Terinu turned to hiss at the stranger, but shut up as soon as he got a good look at him. Alien for sure, of race he’d never seen before, not to mention about two and half meters tall, with dark red skin and a barrel chested body supported by two goat legs that looked too small to support his weight. His left hand was proportional to his body, while the right was huge, looking like it was made of red stone of all things. Two blunt discs emerged from his forehead and he looked at Teri with bored yellow eyes while he chewed on a lit cigar. He also happened to be naked except for a large brown trenchcoat and a pair of shorts, but Terinu didn’t figure that was very important just now.
“What the fragg are you?” he finally choked out.
“Name’s Hellboy. Get lost, kid. You don’t want to be here.”
Teri’s tail lashed in annoyance. “Fragg off, I was here first.”
Hellboy rubbed his cheek, which was covered by bristly black sideburns, looking irritated. “I ain’t got time for this.” He strode forward, hooves clicking on the plastic roof, a red tail lashing behind him.
Terinu sprung to his feet, hopping ten meters to the opposite corner of the roof. “Back off!”
The big red guy stopped, pulled his cigar out and flicked it over the side of the roof. “Kid, I’m real short on time and I ain’t interested in seeing anymore dead bodies tonight. Get lost.”
“Why should I listen t' you, Red?”
A figure moved at the edge of Terinu's vision. He turned to see a little galen girl, maybe all of seven years old, walking along the edge of the roof towards them. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and she seemed oblivious to either Hellboy or Terinu's alien appearances.
“Would you be my friend?” the little girl asked.
“Aw, crap,” Hellboy muttered. “Last chance, kid. Get ye gone, it'll be a lot safer for ya.”
He pulled out an enormous pistol from the depths of his coat and pointed it at the girl's head.
“Hey, what the fragg are ya doing!” Terinu yelled. He stepped forward, putting himself between Hellboy and the little girl.
“Kid, get out of the way! That ain't what you think it is!”
“I'm not gonna let you... ahhh!” He spun around as the little girl grabbed his wrist, the bones underneath her hand compressing painfully as she held him with an inhuman grip.
You'll be my friend, won't you?,” she asked. He froze as the little galen girl's jaw opened wide, wider than any galen ought to be able to manage, and her incisors extended out from her mouth, growing nearly four centimeters in length.
There was a roar off to his left and the galen girl screamed in agony as the arm she gripped Terinu with was blown off at the elbow. He leaped away from her, landing beside Hellboy, who kept steady aim at her with the smoking barrel of his pistol.
“Nice shot!”
“Hell it was,” Hellboy replied, “I was aiming for her head!”
You're not very nice, the girl, or whatever she was, said. Before Hellboy could get off another shot, her tongue shot out from her mouth, wrapping around the big alien's legs and pulling him off his feet. His gun fell out of his hand and skidded off the edge of the rooftop as she dragged him towards her ever widening maw. It was a good half-meter across now and Terinu could feel a breeze at his back as she seemed to suck the very air towards her.
“Run, kid!” Hellboy yelled. He smashed his enormous right hand into the plastic roof. Starry lines radiated outward from where he struck, but it didn't break and the girl-creature continued to drag him towards her.
Terinu didn't hesitate. He flicked his tail as his spurs rose up on his head. His body felt warm as the bion rushed through him and he narrowed his eyes as the beam lanced out from between his spurs and struck the creature directly in the head.
Images flashed before his eyes, of the little girl, of great space going creatures trapped in prisons of crystal, of a goddess bound in an iron shell, of undercurrents that manipulated the universe while the creatures that dwelled within it remained oblivious. Then the creature's body flopped down, like a puppet with cut string, smoking slightly from the cauterized hole at the top of its neck.
Hellboy drew himself to his feet and straightened his coat, looking at Terinu warily. “Thanks, kid. Nice trick ya got there.”
“Thanks,” Terinu muttered, feeling his pound. He thought it might burst from the images he had seen. “What the fragg was that thing? It looked like a little girl!”
“That a was nim'readi,” Hellboy said. “Sorta like a Galen vampire. It eats souls, then chomps your body like an after dinner mint.” He pulled out another cigar and lit it, then kneeled over the girl's, the nim-readi's rather, body.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for the maker's mark. This things don't come into the world by themselves. They're called up by wizards, to act as servants. There'll be a wizard's mark on her somewhere.” He said this with the matter of fact air of a professional, as if people talked about vampires and wizards all the time, and were expected to be believed. “I have to track the guy down before he tries to call up something he really can't handle.”
“Where is it, usually?”
Hellboy sighed. “Buried in their foreheads usually.”
“Sorry.”
“Don't sweat it. It would have made things easier though.”
Terinu rubbed his forehead, feeling it pound from the aftereffects of killing with his bion. “What does it look like?”
Hellboy shrugged. “Could look like anything. The important thing is that it's a symbol of the power the wizard wants to harness.”
“Something like this?” Terinu drew in the dust of the rooftop, making the sign of what looked like a crooked cross, with four bent arms.
“Where'd ya see that?”
“When I killed her... my bion, it makes a connection between me and my target. I can feel it when someone dies, except what I was getting off her didn't make any sense. I saw this pretty clearly though.”
Hellboy sighed. “Nazis... why is it always frigging Nazis?”
The End
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Nice one...
Poor Teri, that must have been quite confusing what he "saw" killing her off.
I hope no Galen girls were hurt in the making of this fic... *grins*
I wonder what Teri would have thought seeing him with his horns... *grins*
[quote]“Nazis... why is it always frigging Nazis?”[/quote] Yes, why...?!?!?
mjkj
PS: missing word(s)? [quote]This things to come into the world by themselves.[/quote] suggestion: "These things don't tend to come into the world by themselves."
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Date: 2008-03-09 01:36 pm (UTC)