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Posted by Hellboy
on 8/28/2008, 6:35 am
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Summoned by Nazi occultists, discovered and raised by Professor Trevor Bruttenholm from the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, the demon known as ‘Anung Un Rama’ defied his apocalyptic destiny to become the world’s greatest paranormal investigator – Hellboy.
Mike Mignola’s HELLBOY – Gotham Requiem Part 2
Outside ‘Chives’, one of the largest and finest gourmet restaurants in New Jersey, dozens of well-mannered families can be seen enjoying themselves, amidst the classical interior architecture of the restaurant, with masterfully crafted columns, gildings and cornices to reflect the rich Victorian era. Families took this opportunity to dress up and savor the 5-star delicacies that ‘Chives’ has been so famous for over the years. Friendly chatter and laughter fill up the place, as waiters and waitresses scurry in and out of the kitchen, making sure orders are placed to meet the incredible appetite of their customers. Little did they know that this uninterrupted and peaceful high-class dining haven is about to be invaded by an unknown force from beyond this world.
Suddenly a menacing presence crashes into one of the tinted high ceiling windows, a huge and long translucent fluid streams pass, knocking down a crystal chandelier, which sits perfectly in the middle of the hall. “Grrrrrghhhhhhh!” A high-pitched cry echoes throughout the restaurant. Waiters, waitresses and patrons alike jump out of their chairs and hide underneath whatever furniture they could find; men and women cowering in horror, screaming. Amidst the confusion, a deep voice is heard.
“Calm down folks! Nothing to be alarmed about! Just sit down and finish your dinner. By the way, where did that thing go?” At the entrance of the restaurant, a towering red cigar-chewing figure walks in, holding a large silver monstrosity of a gun in his hand. Hellboy looks around the establishment and sees the bartender pointing towards the back of the restaurant, hands shaking.
“Over there huh?! Hellboy remarks, walking up to the bar and picking up a glass filled with whisky.
“Bottoms up!” He smiles, gulps down the whisky and lets out a disgusting burp. The bartender looks on in astonishment.
“Man, all this monster chasing stuff is making me thirsty!” He puts down the glass and heads over to the washrooms. “You can bill that to the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense.”
“Abe, I’ve got it cornered in the restaurant. That thing is somewhere here.” Hellboy contacts Abe Sapien on the intercom.
“It has no where else to go Red. We have agents positioned all around the building. There’s no way it can escape without them knowing and Red! Please get this one alive. It’s only a minor water elemental. It’s perfectly harmless.” Abe Sapien replies.
“Harmless huh?! Are you talking about the same thing that dosed me with ectoplasm goo back in the sewer. You know how many showers I had to take to get that stuff off?!” Hellboy remarks.
“Red! Please!” Abe Sapien pleads on.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll be gentle! Come out, come out, wherever you are little water elemental. Red daddy here wants to play with you!” Hellboy continues searching for the menacing presence that came crashing into the restaurant.
“Sensors show that the elemental is located just east of your current position, Red.” Abe Sapien replies. Hellboy looks east and in front of him, a large wooden door with a golden signage reads ‘Ladies Room’. “Wonderful!” Hellboy reacts, his eyes rolled up. “Okay ladies! Ready or not, I’m coming in!”
Hellboy loads his gun and carefully slides into the ladies room. The washroom is empty. Aiming at all possible directions, he heads over to one of the toilets. Suddenly, a loud growl is heard. Placing his hand on his abdomen, he marvels at the unpredictability of the situation. “Man, not now! Abe! I got to shit! My bowel is acting up.”
“You have to what?! The water elemental is in there somewhere!” Abe Sapien responds in dire urgency, oblivious to what Hellboy is going through at the moment.
“I’ll worry about that later. I need to go now!” Hellboy dashes into the nearest toilet and drops his pants.
“Red, where do you need to go? Wait! Whatever you are doing, it’s working. The water elemental is trapped and incapacitated.” Abe Sapien replies seconds later.
“What the…!!!” Hellboy stands up; pulls up his pants and looks into the toilet. Inside the toilet bowl, the translucent fluid begins to dissolve, silently crying out in agony. “Holy crap! That thing is drowning in my…” Before he could finish, a group of agents rush into the washroom. “Don’t flush!! We’ve got it contained!” one of the agents remarks.
Wearing a pair of gloves, the agent walks into the toilet where the water elemental was. “Jeeeeeeezzzz! It stinks in here! What did you have for breakfast, Hellboy?”
“You sure you want to know?” Hellboy responds.
“On second thought, I’d rather not. I take that question back.” The agent replies as he carefully scoops up the minor water elemental into a clear glass jar, shutting it tight. Hellboy looks on and smirks, lighting up another cigar.
“I got it Abe. My crap beat the crap out of it!” Hellboy reports. “I didn’t know my crap could do that.”
“Repulsive! Err… Red! Dr. Corrigan would like to speak to you personally. Something of great importance.” Abe Sapien continues. “I’ll pass the line over to her.”
“Red! Something unusual is happening in Gotham City. Our information liaison from Gotham contacted us a few minutes ago. Oracle managed to upload all the files and information to us before communication was cut off. One thing we know for sure is that whatever is going on over there is definitely paranormal in origin. I know you are no longer our full-time agent, but I need your help to check this out.” Dr. Corrigan continues.
“According to Oracle, all attempts to contact Batman and Batgirl have failed. You’ve been to Gotham City Hellboy! You are the best person for this mission.”
Hellboy lets out a deep sigh. “Send me all the info and pack me some ammo, lots of them. I’ll head over to Gotham now.”
Hellboy calmly walks out from the restaurant as it starts to rain. Drenched to the bone, the worst thoughts begin to flood his mind. (“What’s happening Bats old friend? What’s happening to your city?! Where are you?!”)
“Red! Gotham is engulfed in a dense fog since we lost communication with Oracle. Air travel is out of the question. There will be a ship waiting at the harbor to take you as far as the coast of Gotham. You’ll find all the equipment you requested for on the ship.”
“Thanks Abe! I’ll see you soon. Red out!” Hellboy responds. “There goes my vacation plans. Gotham City, here I come.”
To be continued.
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