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Posted by Hellboy
on 9/12/2008, 5:50 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 3
The New York New Jersey harbor is dead silent and cold, with only the occasional squeaks from city rats that scurry in and around the garbage bins, scavenging for food. The rain has stopped and the black sea water has returned to its calm and natural state. Fog begins to envelop the horizon, making its way into the docks, covering what is left of the night view with only the moon as the only light source. Hellboy walks up to the jetty, gazes up into the sky and wonders where his transport is. He lights up a cigars and blows the smoke into the thin chilly air.
“Where the hell is my ride.” Hellboy murmurs. Suddenly a ghastly while glow begins to appear within the fog, followed by the sound of the distant splash of water. A ship emerges from the fog, slowly gliding on the water towards the jetty. Hellboy smirks, as if he has seen such a sight many times before. The ship anchors 20 feet away from the jetty and the same while glow that appeared in the fog immediately starts to form into a murky pathway from the ship’s deck right until the jetty where Hellboy is standing. “About damn time!” Hellboy tells himself, as he begins to walk on the eerie pathway towards the ship. As he makes his way to the deck of the mysterious ship, a dark bony figure emerges from the fog and greets him.
“Hellboy my friend!” the dark bony figure calls out to him. “Hendrik! Long time no see! How are you?” Hellboy replies.
“It’s always a pleasure to have you on board the Flying Dutchman. I’m dead as always, thank you!” Captain Hendrik van Decken answers with a smile on his pale white face.
Hellboy steps into the deck of the Flying Dutchman, looks around and glances back at Captain Hendrik. “You and your boys still look good after…how long is it? 200 years?”
“213 years to be exact! Of course we look good. What you do expect ghosts to look like?” the Captain replies. “Come! All the equipment you requested from the Bureau is at the lower deck. Some pretty fancy toys I can see.” Captain Hendrik smirks.
“Well, when you are up against creatures such as elementals, demons, witches and warlocks, the fancier the better!” Hellboy replies. “What about the information?”
“He’s down there.” The Captain assures Hellboy.
“He?” Hellboy asks. “Yes! Your information is a human being if you can call him that. At least that’s what he wants us to acknowledge him as. Mr. Dimitri Verran, that’s his name.” The Captain answers as both of them make their way into the lower deck of the ship. “Cabin 3, that’s where he is. Hasn’t said a word since we picked him up at the docks of Budapest. I guess he only wants to speak to you.”
Hellboy walks up to Cabin 3 and before he has the chance to open the cabin door, a mellow voice calls out to him from inside. “Come in Mr. Hellboy. I’ve been expecting you. We must discuss now. We have lost enough time as it is.”
The door creaks open as Hellboy enters the dimly lit cabin. Sitting on top of a wooden cargo crate is a gangly figure of a man. A man with bloodshot red eyes, silvery white residing hair and slightly decaying white skin. “Can I offer you a drink, Mr. Hellboy?” The gangly man holds up a cup filled with purple liquid.
“Naw! I’m good! You the guy that knows what’s been going on in Gotham City?” Hellboy asks.
“Indeed! I am the one. Gotham is no longer the city it used to be. It has been overrun by vampires and ghouls for 50 years now. The crime fighter we all came to know as the Batman does not exist anymore. The same goes for all his crime-fighting partners.”
“You’re shitting me right?!” Hellboy reacts, surprised at what the gangly man has said.
“I wouldn’t imagine doing that to you, Mr. Hellboy. What I am telling you is true. My twin brother, Ramanoff Verran, the last of the vampire lords has stolen my spellbook and with that, he has summoned an undead creature from the catacombs and opened up a time portal, altering reality to his favor. He now rules over Gotham. Many have suffered, many have died and many have become their worst nightmare… vampires.”
“How do you know all this and why would you want to help me save Gotham? You are after all one of them!” Hellboy questions the gangly figure.
“You see, my twin brother and I share a very unique gift. I can see what he sees and please let me clarify. I may be a vampire but I am not one of them. I’m quite the opposite actually. I find it quite distasteful when they feed on fresh human blood. I can’t stand the sight of it.” Dimitri answers.
“Let me get this straight! You can’t stand blood! I’ll be damn!! What about your cravings? I’m sure your body craves for fresh blood. What do you do when the urge comes? Wait, don’t tell me!” Hellboy pauses for a moment and looks at the wooden crates in the cabin. “These wooden crates… prune juice!! You survive all these while on prune juice?!!” Hellboy reacts in sheer astonishment.
“Very observant of you Mr. Hellboy. Yes! Prune juice. It’s utterly amazing what this liquid can do for someone like me.” Dimitri replies with a hint of a smile. “Now back to serious matters. Where were we? Ah Yes! The only way to change history and restore Gotham back to its original state is reclaim my spellbook and summon the same creature that opened the time portal. But there is one slight problem!” Dimitri continues.
“Which is?" Hellboy interrupts, eyes rolled up in amazement.
“If I can see what my brother sees, so can he! We ARE twin brothers!” Dimitri explains.
“I don’t give a shit! I’ll kick Ramanoff’s ass whether he sees it coming or not!!” Hellboy replies.
Before Dimitri could respond, Captain Hendrik enters the cabin and interrupts. “Hellboy, we are almost at Gotham City harbor. My scout tells me there is quite a huge welcoming party waiting us at the docks. You better come take a look!”
Both Hellboy and the Captain head towards the helm of the ship. Using a spyglass from one of the shipmates, Hellboy spots at least 20 or more police officers standing at the docks waiting for their arrival, all armed to the teeth. Police squad cars can be seen in the background, emergency lights flashing, illuminating part of the dark and brooding harbor.
Hellboy hands the spyglass to the Captain, draws out Good Samaritan and begins loading, as the Flying Dutchman slowly glides closer towards the docks. “Time to party boys! Lock and load!!!”
To be continued.
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