Post by HELLBOY on Oct 28, 2011 11:24:23 GMT 1
((Open to any BPRD))
"Hellboy you aren't supposed to be here. Agent Sherman is calling shots."
The old home was a three story colonial that had fallen on hard times, so hard it leaned and when the wind blew it whistled. Its history of hard times infact merited federal investigation. The Haslett house had more recently been the sight of a mysterious phantom fire that three officers claimed to have responded to but in the morning no signs of fire damage could be found. The Bureau was discreetly called in. Hellboy wasn't good with discreet.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be real good and keep out of sight." he said over Manning who was still talking on the other end of the line. "I can't go back. We've already buttoned up all the hatches here. The Riles building is secure and if we're going to get to the bottom of it we need atleast twenty four hours alone with the old girl and her lurking uglies. Bye bye."
Hellboy nodded his chin at Liz who watched him blatantly lie to the BPRD director. He gave an innocent shrug. A few recruits had come with (Hellboy had used their naivety to strong arm a ride in the 'BPRD wagons') and they now kept exits under surveillance as well as answered neighbor question. Manning was right about one thing - this was Liz Sherman's rodeo and Hellboy was comfortable letting his better half take the reigns. He didn't like dealing with recruits anyhow.
"Alright, Kid." He said peeking out curtains they'd drawn to hide the red demon. "That lockdown pap I fed Manning may work but this house is giving all kind of a freaky vibes already. Did you read the case history on this place?"
Hellboy had been thumbing through the paperwork on the ride over and one particular page had caught his attention. He opened the fold of papers and pointed with a red finger. The history detailed the home's architectural creation dating back to 1907 The house had been built by Amadeus Riles, a man known for his obsession with the occult and after he was found dead by his grandchildren they each began to develop supernatural abilities, physical traits and strange pyschoses.
"It was said Amadeus' granddaughter Louella Wilson began experiencing pyrokinetic spurts; burning down the town church in 1912 and the home on several instances." Hellboy turned the page, continuing to read aloud. "Townspeople attributed her fiery curse to an affair they believed she shared with the devil himself - most often identified as an enigmatic investor who owned the local wood mill known only as Steve Graves."
He looked up at her. Hellboy smiled wide. This was clearly getting him psyched.
"Kind of familliar, huh? Ever been spooked by a house this much?" He set the case file on a nearby end table. "Apparently his grandson became the mothman; huge guy with red eyes and moth wings. Thirteen different owners have been murdered upstairs. One in the attic. I kinda want to start at the attic."
"Hellboy you aren't supposed to be here. Agent Sherman is calling shots."
The old home was a three story colonial that had fallen on hard times, so hard it leaned and when the wind blew it whistled. Its history of hard times infact merited federal investigation. The Haslett house had more recently been the sight of a mysterious phantom fire that three officers claimed to have responded to but in the morning no signs of fire damage could be found. The Bureau was discreetly called in. Hellboy wasn't good with discreet.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be real good and keep out of sight." he said over Manning who was still talking on the other end of the line. "I can't go back. We've already buttoned up all the hatches here. The Riles building is secure and if we're going to get to the bottom of it we need atleast twenty four hours alone with the old girl and her lurking uglies. Bye bye."
Hellboy nodded his chin at Liz who watched him blatantly lie to the BPRD director. He gave an innocent shrug. A few recruits had come with (Hellboy had used their naivety to strong arm a ride in the 'BPRD wagons') and they now kept exits under surveillance as well as answered neighbor question. Manning was right about one thing - this was Liz Sherman's rodeo and Hellboy was comfortable letting his better half take the reigns. He didn't like dealing with recruits anyhow.
"Alright, Kid." He said peeking out curtains they'd drawn to hide the red demon. "That lockdown pap I fed Manning may work but this house is giving all kind of a freaky vibes already. Did you read the case history on this place?"
Hellboy had been thumbing through the paperwork on the ride over and one particular page had caught his attention. He opened the fold of papers and pointed with a red finger. The history detailed the home's architectural creation dating back to 1907 The house had been built by Amadeus Riles, a man known for his obsession with the occult and after he was found dead by his grandchildren they each began to develop supernatural abilities, physical traits and strange pyschoses.
"It was said Amadeus' granddaughter Louella Wilson began experiencing pyrokinetic spurts; burning down the town church in 1912 and the home on several instances." Hellboy turned the page, continuing to read aloud. "Townspeople attributed her fiery curse to an affair they believed she shared with the devil himself - most often identified as an enigmatic investor who owned the local wood mill known only as Steve Graves."
He looked up at her. Hellboy smiled wide. This was clearly getting him psyched.
"Kind of familliar, huh? Ever been spooked by a house this much?" He set the case file on a nearby end table. "Apparently his grandson became the mothman; huge guy with red eyes and moth wings. Thirteen different owners have been murdered upstairs. One in the attic. I kinda want to start at the attic."