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It Will Come Back
Chapter 1: You know better, babe
Authors note: Hello, my lovelies! I am very excited to share my very first fanfic with all of you! Since this is my very first fanfic I just ask that you all please be gentle with my work. I am working towards being more skilled in writing. That's all, I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: Non-described wound and smoking
It started with an offering of help.
You were always a bleeding heart. Giving food to lost animals as a child. Always offering some money to whatever homeless person you’d cross paths with. Whatever soul down on their luck you would offer the least bit of kindness to them. You could say that you’ve always had a thing for strays.
The soup kitchen at the local church you were volunteering at was always satisfying to work at. Having gotten along with most of the staff and volunteers there, you felt as if you fitted right in.
Although after a long shift you were aching for a break. Having sneaked off to the back door of the church, you quickly sat down on the stone steps and lit a cigarette.
You always liked taking your smoke breaks here. Sitting on the church steps while staring into the dark woods at this time of night brought a sense of peace to you. The silence giving you time to wind down and relax.
However, the universe decided for whatever reason to break that silence. While you always heard rustling from the forest next to you, this sounded different. As if something bigger than some wild animal was about to pop out of the bushes.
The more the forest rustles, the more it gains your attention. Standing up, you scan the forest to find out where the rustling was coming from. As the sound came closer, you prepared yourself for whatever might come out.
‘Is it another drifter? No, they usually leave right after dinner is served-’ You thought until the noise revealed itself.
A man. Or at least you think it’s a man. Most men are not bright red, almost 7 feet tall, and… wounded?
After he stumbles out of the forest, he brushes off the leaves and vines that got caught on his impressive frame. As he looks up at you, he stops, as if shocked that you are here. He says nothing, only analyzing your appearance. You tense up, afraid of his intentions.
After a long, agonizing minute of silence, he speaks “You got any of those to spare?” pointing towards your side.
Unsure of what he means, you look around yourself until you realize he meant your cigarette. “Oh! Um…yeah, here.” You start walking up towards him as you fish out another cigarette.
He gives a look of surprise. You are not sure if he is surprised that you’re sharing with him or that you are approaching him. But either way he gives a crooked smile towards you.
“Heh. Thanks, kid.” As you hand him the cigarette, your arms start to goosebump as your fingers touch. Looking up at his eyes, their golden appearance can’t help but remind you of honey. Embarrassed by the thought, you look down, and notice his, rather gigantic, arm holding onto his bleeding side.
“Oh my god, are you alright?” You say to his shock. Twice in one night you surprise him.
“Heh-don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ve had worse.” He assures you. Despite this, you give a tight-lipped frown.
“Are you sure? Because that looks pretty bad. I have a first aid kit inside. Here, let me go get it.” You said as you started to run back into the church before he could reply.
Your exit left Hellboy alone with his thoughts. Why is this human being so nice to him? Why aren’t they running away in terror? Why are they helping him?
He wasn’t sure of the answers to these questions, and he wasn’t sure he could trust you. But he did know one thing, sticking around with you could be interesting.
The church door opening and shutting interrupted his thoughts. As he looked up from lighting his cigarette, his vision observed you, looking worried and lit up by the church's door light right behind you.
‘Heh.’ he thought. ‘Almost like a halo’
“Come sit over here so I can check out your wounds.” You say as you sit down on the steps. Opening the first aid kit, you pull out bandages, antiseptic, gauze, and paper tape.
He sighs, smoke coming out of his mouth and sorounding him like fog “I’m telling ya kid. I’ll be fine. I heal faster than most.”
“Doesn’t mean you should walk around with an open wound. That’s how you get an infection.” You argued.
Hes silent for a moment, watching you as you tend to his wounds. “Kid why are you doing this. I mean- most people see a big scary monster and they run for the hills, why don’t you?” He asks in a defensive tone.
You look up at him, not sure how to respond. “Well-” You start, “I mean, I can’t just let someone go around bleeding everywhere. I mean what kind of person would I be if I didn’t help you, even if you are a big scary monster- and for the record I don’t think big scary monsters ask politely for a cigarette.”
For the third time since he has met you, you have shocked him right down to his core. Giving him an unknown feeling in his stomach and making his chest feel tight.
“There, I think we’re all done.” You pronounced. “Now, I know you said that you heal fast, but I want you to take it easy for the next few days. Oh! And here.” You reached into the first aid box for a cherry lollipop. “Take this, the church always stocks the first aid kits with lollipops for any kids who get hurt. Not saying you’re a kid! I just thought it might make you feel better.” You rambled.
He takes the lollipop, and for the second time that night you feel goosebumps crawl along your arms.
“Heh. Well, ain’t you sweet.” he chuckles out.
Before the blush takes over your face, he gets up and flicks his cigarette butt into the garbage can next to him. “Well, thanks for the help kid. You have a nice night.” he says as he starts to walk away.
“Wait!” You blurt out.
He stops to look over his shoulder. Deciding to throw caution to the wind you nervously ask, “I know this is a cliche but, will I ever see you again?”
‘Christ’ he thinks, ‘if this keeps on going I gotta learn to stop being surprised.’
He smiles and pops the lollipop into his mouth “Sure kid. I’ll see you later.”
“Alligator.” You finish for him in a shy smile.
He chuckles as he walks off. Leaving you to wonder when you’ll see him next.
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