A sorry excuse fore a human made its way down the silent road that lay just beyond the busy freeway. Bruised, tattered and torn Kallista knew she would be an easy target for who ever lurked in the dark of the night. She did her best to avoid the shadowy places unsure of what threat that may be hidden there. Yet she managed to stay just outside the light of the bright streetlamps, her thoughts on the dark haired stranger who had just rescued her.
A sound of laughter reached her ears as she rounded the corner heading for a row of shops. Before her a group of girls stood, chatting happily one another. They seemed to be looking at something that the one girl was holding.
Kallista continued to walk forward uninterested until a word spoken snapped through her consciousness like a burning flame. Someone said her name! Darting another quick and nervous look their way she was shocked to find all had gone silent and were now eyeing her knowingly. It was then she also saw what the one girl was holding. It was a gun! …..and it was PINK! Her alarm grew further as she saw a picture of her held in the other girl’s hand.
“Is that her? Thor said she was on her way here.” One girl murmured to the others.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t look like her.” Another girl replied doubtfully.
“If it IS her maybe we can turn her in and get that reward the police are offering for her!” Another girl replied with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“DARKANE!!” The girls all yelled in unison.
“What?” Darkane answered innocently. “Just think of all that money!”
The girl holding the pink gun rolled her eyes and stepped out to talk to Kallista.
“Hello Kallista. Nice…uh…..hairdo.” She finished lamely.
The girl was interrupted by the roaring of a car fast approaching. It slid into a parking space sending a wave of dirty cold sludge over Kallista.
A tall boy with spiky brown hair got out of the drivers side and grinned at all the other girls.
“There you are. I was trying to find you.” He grinned.
“Dragona.” The girl with the gun smiled and shook her head.
“Anyone see Aquila?” He asked cheerfully then did a double take at the mud covered figure near his priceless car. “What the heck is THAT? Get away from my car!”
He threw something at the muddy threat and it caught the figure right in the chest. Kallista flew backwards and hit the side of a brick wall. A mountain of snow from the roof above was loosened and fell on her like an avalanche.
“Well, that takes care of THAT!” Dragona said happily as he joined his other friends.
He started to say something else but Kallista shook of her fright, scrambles out of the pile of snow and ducked through a doorway of the closest store. The musty smell of old books greeted her as she briefly took in her new surroundings. Gleaming wood floors with rows and rows of full bookshelves met her gaze where ever she looked. A quaint fireplace was in one corner of the room with two comfortable chairs in front. The fire flickered merrily from its safe place filling the store with cozy warmth.
Ducking behind a row of books she made her way towards the back aware that the girl with the pink gun had followed her inside.
Through the narrow slit of the shelves just above the row of books she could see two people in front who sat on tall stools chatting with each other as they looked through volume after volume of books.
The boy kept looking up and would give the beautiful redhead lingering soft glances. An idea formed in Kallista’s head as she made her way towards the two in front mindful of the girl behind her making her way closer to her.
It was obvious to her that the two in front were in a special relationship and Kallista found that particularly useful.
Walking nonchalant along the rich brown wood of the checkout desk she stealthily palmed the letter opener that rested on the counter.
Slipping behind the redhead she wrapped her arms around the girl and held the sharp letter opener to her pale throat. Whipping her about and using her as a shield she faced the two people with a leer. If she was going to be treated like a criminal she might as well act like it.
“Stay back or else the girl gets it!” She snarled.
Rage showed through the once calm demeanor of the boy as he glared at her.
“Lay one hand on my Ven’s head and you will wish you had never been born!” He breathed fiercely in a rich Irish accent.
If only he knew she already regretted it.
“Is this who I think it is?” The girl spoke beautifully in a proper English accent. “Oh dear, I wish I was wearing my red dress.”
Kallista did a double take and wondered why the girl was not so concerned.
“That thing?” Niall questioned gesturing towards Kallista. “No. I don’t believe it. This is some kind of wasted humanoid guttershit that needs to be taken care if. Now get your filthy hands of my woman before you regret it!”
He vaulted over the counter and landed next to the girl with the pink gun.
“If I may please borrow your gun for a moment Lizzy I would like to get rid of some garbage in my store.”
“Wait!” Lizzy spoke up then continued, speaking in a low voice to him. “Ven is right in her guess. This is Kal. But not the one we know. Not anymore.”
Niall widened his eyes at the one who held his love so forcefully.
“I will never forgive you Kal if you hurt her.” He spoke softer trying to hide the hate in his eyes and appeal to the one they all thought they once knew.
In her arms Ven became more rigid and Kal could feel the fury of the girl rising.
“You let me go now Kallista.” There was no mistaking the steel in her voice. “Just a warning, I am no fainting court lady. I can take you down easily. Now, no more upsetting my Niall.”
Staring into the steely eyes of the other two and feeling the fury of the one in her arms, Kallista felt confused and realized the situation had grown beyond her capabilities.
Niall grabbed Lizzy’s pink rifle and aimed it.
“Let Ven go Kallista.” He spoke with deadly force.
“Don’t worry Niall. I’ve got this.” An Australian voice said from behind her.
Startled, Kal turned around only to be struck across the fast with a rock hard fist.
The lights began to dim as she fell to the floor. Hellboy stepped back out of the way watching with hands in his pockets as the tattered figure fell.
“You are going to have to clean again in here Niall.” He spoke to his friend.
But Niall was to busy holding Ven in an embrace and making sure she was all right.
Lizzy was now holding her gun again and gave Niall a little dirty look for snatching it away.
“Now. What do we do with THAT?” Hellboy asked as he nudged the unconscious figure with his boot.