The "From The Pages Of..." Comics Universe RPG

[wiegeabo]

"You were at least twenty over the speed limit, and driving in a manner I would consider erratic," Randall Flagg said, shades hiding the reddish glint in his eyes. He put his hand over the pistol belted onto his waist.

"License and registration please, sir," Flagg said, smiling a toothy grin that had the essence of a wolf.

"Um, sure thing officer." I flash him my winning smile and reach into my pocket for my wallet. "Would you-?"

"Right." Sam pulls open the glove box and grabs the registration. He hands it to me, and I put it with my Angus Young ID.

"Here you go."

 

[Byrd Man]

The Doctor surveyed the room. It was dimly lit, and deep underground, ancient brickwork dripping water down onto a stone floor. They were in the secret annex of the British Museum, the age old home of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, under the noses of the Norsefire government. Hiding in plain sight, away from prying eyes. They had set up a large black steel table in the shadowy room, that the Doctor sat at now.

M was not there, but rather represented by a dark sillhouette on a portable television that had been set up on one side of the table. The Doctor leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, looking at the other people in the room. Price and his lackeys had set up all the equipment, before leaving. Though they were also in the service of M, he and his men were not members of the League.

The American woman who had introduced herself as Willow Rosenburg, there on behalf of Rupert Giles, was smoothing her red, flowery dress down nervously. Agent Bond sat across from him, his blonde hair having grown messy from his recent incarceration, his shirt open at the collar.

"Well this is all rather jolly isn't it?" the Doctor said, his voice loud in the silence.

"I'll be honest," I say as I sit up in my chair. "This place could use some throw pillows and a fresh coat of paint of get the Feng Shui of the room flowing properly and get us all in a better mood."

Everyone in the room stares at me like I just spoke in some ancient tongue. "Just a suggestion, you know. My name'sCharlie Crews, in case you were wondering."

 

[Carnage27]

V enters the room completely unnoticed, his stealth training never turning itself off. He merely stands there, and notices the intricacies of his new teammates as the sit and converse with one another.

It has been a long time since he had human contact that was not involved with killing Norsefire party memebers, and he shifts uneasily in boots. Blood trickles from the wound on his shoulder, but he ignores it.

The one person he can not put his finger on begins speaking, in an American accent, which almost floors him. Historically, the League was almost all British nationals, but it was not unheard of to have an outsider as a member.

"I'll be honest," I say as I sit up in my chair. "This place could use some throw pillows and a fresh coat of paint of get the Feng Shui of the room flowing properly and get us all in a better mood."

Everyone in the room stares at me like I just spoke in some ancient tongue. "Just a suggestion, you know. My name's Charlie Crews, in case you were wondering."

"Wonderful to meet you, Mr. Crews," V says, announcing his presence. "Wonderful to meet you all really. I have waited such a long time for this day. The day we would bring justice to those that oppress the people of Britain."

V smiles under his mask at the look of surprise that all of them give him. He has been painted as a terrorist and a murderer to the people of Britain, and those outside of the country only knew him from his cryptic message he broadcasted months ago.

"I see five are here here. Are we waiting on any other members?"

 

[Carnage27]

The rain drops hard on top of my head as I prowl through the darkened alleyways of New York, alone and no idea where to go next. Rorschach already said no to my plea for help, claiming he had enough on his plate and Darkman jumped town.

I can't really blame either of them. The city has gone down hill fast in a matter of weeks. All the work all of us had done for months, wiped away once Shredder got his hands on that damned sword. And now he's got my family. If they're even still alive. I don't know anymore.

And then a crazy idea goes through my head. I scramble up a fire escape, and head towards deep Manhattan, a place I rarely travel above the surface. One of the few people who never hesitates to help me lives there, and I need her now more than ever.

Within an hour, I'm standing on a fire escape, and I knock gently on the living room window of the apartment inside. A light comes on deeper in the apartment, and I see a silhouette of a woman carrying a baseball bat. As she approaches the window, her face lightens, and I can tell she's relieved.

April opens the window and gives me a look of relief with a hint of sadness, "Leonardo! You're okay! Where have you been? I heard about the others from Darkman before he left. Are they okay?"

"I don't know April. But I've got no where else to go. Can I crash here for a few days while I look for them?" I ask, the rain still falling hard, the drops soaking my already clammy skin.

"Of course!" she says, pushing the window fully open and allowing me entrance. "I've got a spare room in the back with a bed. Do you...use a bed?" she asks with a chuckle.

"Yea, I do," I laugh back. I rub my neck and ask sheepishly, "Could I ask you another favor?"

"Sure. Anything, Leo. You know I'm hear for you. You saved my life once, and I'll never forget that."

"Can you use some contacts to look for the others? I don't want them in the Shredder's hands for long," I respond.

"Of course, Leo," she says putting her hand on my shoulder. "I'll do what ever you need me to."

"Thanks," I respond before placing my belongings and heading back towards the window.

"You're going out again?" she asks surprised from the couch.

"I'm frustrated, and I need to go on patrol. The Foot needs to know I'm back, and I'm not happy. They'll pay for what they've done, and the Shredder will fall. Hard," I say before disappearing into the night.

April stands and closes the window while whispering, "Be careful."
​

 

[Byrd Man]

"Wonderful to meet you, Mr. Crews," V says, announcing his presence. "Wonderful to meet you all really. I have waited such a long time for this day. The day we would bring justice to those that oppress the people of Britain."

V smiles under his mask at the look of surprise that all of them give him. He has been painted as a terrorist and a murderer to the people of Britain, and those outside of the country only knew him from his cryptic message he broadcasted months ago.

"I see five are here here. Are we waiting on any other members?"

"I'm not sure," I say to the masked man. This has to be the man named V. Some people call him a terrorist, but I can remember a time when I was dubbed a threat to England and was packed off to the Village where my identity became a number. Happy times, indeed.

"Pardon me," a voice says from the top of the stairs. It's a man's voice, but one that I can never forget. I've been alive for almost a 150 years, but in that time I've only loved three women. That man used to be one of those women, and she was the reason I'm immortal.

"Hello," the man says as he steps up to the table. "Sorry if I'm late. My name is Orlando."

"Hello, Orlando," I say with a slight smile on my face. Orlando's eyes flash with recognition. Even after sixty-five years, he/she still remembers me. "Detective Charlie Crews, LAPD and member of the League."

 

[Carnage27]

​

The rain continues to splash down across New York, at this point it's a torrential downpour rather than a storm. It picks up even more as I cross over into The Bronx, somewhere I normally don't tread. It is gang controlled, and can tend to be a warzone at night. On top of that, it's Rorschach's territory, and he's not a fan of others taking over his job.

But I'm looking for a war tonight. I want someone to cross me. I want someone to rub me the wrong way. I know Master Splinter taught me differently, but Raph is right. Sometimes fear is an effective tool. And sometimes pain is as well. The lowest of the low are the ones that will know where to look for Shredder, and this is where I'm going to find them.

As I scour the rooftops looking for someone to interrogate, an alarm catches my attention further down the street. I rush towards it, but look like I've been beaten to the punch.

A scraggily looking man in a hockey mask wails on the perpetrator below with a wooden baseball bat. Strike after strike he goes after the other man, who seems to only have stolen a few things from the store below. The man in the mask seems to not care though.

Strike after strike from the bat rattles the perp's body, and I can see the man attempting to crawl away to survive.

But I stand there. Another blow lands in his ribs, crushing them in the process. The next on the shoulder, and I see his arm fall limp to his side. And the next one...

Is blocked by my sword, and I push the hockey masked man back, and lean down to the perp, "I'll call an ambulance for you. Just hold on."

"What the **** is your problem, punk!" the other yells. "I'm trying to teach this little puke a lesson!"

"How? By killing him? He doesn't deserve this. He stole some stuff, he's not a murderer. He's not dangerous."

"Don't tell me how to do my job! I've been working these streets for years. If you go easy on these *** holes, they multiply like cockroaches. It's justice. It's what they deserve."

"No, that's not justice. Justice is doling out a punishment proportional to the crime. Not this," I say as I stand, giving hockey mask his first good look at me.

"What the hell are you!?" he asks, shocked. "You...you're one of them turtles!"

"Bingo. We do exist. And who are you, scumbag?"

"Name's Casey Jones. I wouldn't forget it," he replies, taking another bat from a bag lying next to him on the ground. "And I'm the guy who's gonna take you down."

"You can try," I smile as he rushes me. He swings wildly with his weapons, and I easy knock them away with my sword, and quickly get behind him. I deliver a swift kick to the small of his back, sending him tumbling to the wet asphalt. I knock his bats from his hands, and put my blade to his neck. "Go home, Casey. Now. You've got your heart in the right place, but you're sloppy and out of control. You're supposed to be the good guy. Not the one people fear."

He simply nods, scrambles away from me, grabs his weapons, and leaves. As he does so, I send an anonymous call to 911 for an ambulence, and head back to patrol, before spotting something in an arcade window that makes me smile. And instantly, I know where to go for help.

"Flynn."

 

[Carnage27]

"Hello," the man says as he steps up to the table. "Sorry if I'm late. My name is Orlando."

"Hello, Orlando," I say with a slight smile on my face. Orlando's eyes flash with recognition. Even after sixty-five years, he/she still remembers me. "Detective Charlie Crews, LAPD and member of the League."

"I think we can dispense with the pleasantries, everyone," M's masked voice says from the screen at the front of the room. Her shadowy figure shifts as she continues, "I think all of you know why we are here tonight. Norsefire has held dominion over our homeland for too long. For over two decades we have had to watch as our countrymen were rounded up and slaughtered like cattle. We've had to watch as every right and freedom was slowly taken from us. And most of us were banished from our home or forced to live in exile as the evil of tyranny took hold of this country. But no longer, my friends. No longer shall we sit by and watch as our country is driven into the darkness of subjugation."

"So I have brought you here as a declaration of rebellion. And you select few shall be the catalyst that cause the people of Britain, who have been asleep for too long, back to the world. You, the extraordinary few who hail from this land. You the ones that will form the new League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!"

"Brava! Brava!" V exclaims at the end of her impassioned speech. Her words, seemingly pulled straight from his heart, bring a smile to his face under the mask. Something that hasn't happened in such a long time. "Gentlemen! Does this not speak to you as it does to me?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"So I have brought you here as a declaration of rebellion. And you select few shall be the catalyst that cause the people of Britain, who have been asleep for too long, back to the world. You, the extraordinary few who hail from this land. You the ones that will form the new League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!"

"Brava! Brava!" V exclaims at the end of her impassioned speech. Her words, seemingly pulled straight from his heart, bring a smile to his face under the mask. Something that hasn't happened in such a long time. "Gentlemen! Does this not speak to you as it does to me?"

"Oh, it does. There's nothing in my heart I want more than to see a free England," I say matter of factly. "But you'll have to pardon me if I am a bit skeptical on this matter. People said they needed a change from the monarchy and that bred fascism and national socialism. After the second World War, we saw Nazism for what it was and then screamed for a change and ran into the arms of Big Brother. It was by sure happenstance that the UK broke free of that idiotic dictator. And now Norsefire has become a far more effective and streamlined form of fascism and the Party. What does Norsefire give way to? Something better, or perhaps something more worse than all the previous mentioned parties and factions."

I clear my throat and shrug.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, but every predetermined path must be considered before a single step can be taken."

 

[Carnage27]

"I need your help, Flynn," I say from behind the man as he jumps up from his couch, obviously startled. "Sorry I surprised you. But your window was open. Better me than someone else, right?"

"Christ, man. You're gonna give a guy a heart attack. Where you guys been? You've been out of contact for a few weeks now," he says, sitting back down and rubbing his eyes.

"I know. I've been in Japan. And my family has been kidnapped," I reply curtly.

"What!? How?" he perks up, obviously worried. I smile on the inside, knowing that he truly is an ally to us. It's always good to know your decisions are justified.

"I don't know, but it's the Shredder. I need to find this man, Flynn. I need to know where his main base is. And I can't do that without you," I say, taking a seat on the floor.

"I don't know, Leo. To do that I'd have to go deep. Real deep. Deep enough to where they'd be able to follow me back up the rabbit hole. Deep enough to where they would find me. I don't know if I could risk that," he responds, shaking his head and looking at the floor.

"Why not?"

"Because...if they know I'm alive they'll go after my family," he says tossing me a picture he takes out of his wallet. "That's my boy, Sam. He's the real reason I'm running, Leonardo. If I wasn't sure those bastards would go after Sam to get to me, I wouldn't think twice. But...I just don't know, man."

I look down on the picture of father and son, and I can't help but think of Splinter. A tear wells up in my eye, but I quickly squash it down. I'm the leader. I need to be strong, especially at a time like this. It's what he would have wanted.

"I understand. Let me know if you change your mind over the communicator. I activated a new channel on it to make sure the Foot aren't listening," I say as I head towards the window, placing the picture on a table.

I head back out into the night as the slightest sliver of the sun begins to creep over the horizon.
​

 

[Carnage27]

I clear my throat and shrug.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, but every predetermined path must be considered before a single step can be taken."

"I agree with Mr. Crews," Doctor Who says agreeing with the American. "It is the scientific way of approaching the situation."

V simply stands there, arms folded across his chest, thought careening through his mind like a rocket through space. He can't believe the heroes M had assembled were sitting here, twiddling their thumbs with talks of science.

"Science has no place here, my friends. If you cannot feel within your soul this land's plea, the bursting of the people's will to be free, than humanity is truly lost. When the good people sit and debate what is obvious, when they sit idlely by and let evil tear across the world, there is no hope left. Luckily, I will not sit on my hands and do nothing."

He turns to leave and M says, "Wait!"

"No. You tried, but you have failed. If your 'league' decides on the right thing, you may seek me out."

And with that, he disappears from the room.

 

[Catman_prb]

"Um, sure thing officer." I flash him my winning smile and reach into my pocket for my wallet. "Would you-?"

"Right." Sam pulls open the glove box and grabs the registration. He hands it to me, and I put it with my Angus Young ID.

"Here you go."

Angus Young. Randall Flagg grinned his wolf-grin. Delicious. He knew the car. He knew the boys. And he knew that they would have the Colt in there. He was so close. SO close. So he did a very stupid thing, that the King would have flayed him for a dozen lifetimes over. He let his victory take control of him. He crumpled up the ID and wrenched the door off of the Impala, throwing it onto the road. He grabbed Dean Winchester by the throat and pulled him out of the car.

"Give me what is mine!" he shrieked, gritting teeth longer than any man's had a right to be.

He slammed the Winchester boy's head onto the roof of his car.

"Give me the Colt!"

 

[Catman_prb]

Have you ever fired a sawn-off lever action shotgun? It's entirely possible you have, though these days they're something of a collectors item. Now have you ever fired that sawn-off lever action shotgun at a werewolf? No. No I daren't say you have. It's petrifying. Almost pants-ruiningly so. I've seen a lot of horrible things, and thankfully it doesn't get any easier. I'd hate to see what happens when I become used to it.

We made good time into the main part of the Blood Factory. Jessica was almost good with that sword; she got a few of the vampires that ran towards us, but most of the killing went to Buffy and Hellboy. Good Lord did they kill. There were dead vampires, werewolves, all over the place. We came up to the main control panel quite quickly. This was the thing we had to sabotage. I leapt down a level onto the platform, throwing a punch with my kinetic ring that blew in the skull of one of the vamps protecting it.

The BPRD's resident fishboy jumped down next to me.

"You got any idea what to do Abe?" I asked, firing my shotgun again. I was saving my magic for what I expected to be an even more violent exit.

"I'm afraid I do not know Mr. Dresden," Abe said, firing off a big old revolver.

"Think I've found a flaw in the plan," I muttered.

 

[Catman_prb]

"I agree with Mr. Crews," Doctor says agreeing with the American. "It is the scientific way of approaching the situation."

V simply stands there, arms folded across his chest, thought careening through his mind like a rocket through space. He can't believe the heroes M had assembled were sitting here, twiddling their thumbs with talks of science.

"Science has no place here, my friends. If you cannot feel within your soul this land's plea, the bursting of the people's will to be free, than humanity is truly lost. When the good people sit and debate what is obvious, when they sit idlely by and let evil tear across the world, there is no hope left. Luckily, I will not sit on my hands and do nothing."

He turns to leave and M says, "Wait!"

"No. You tried, but you have failed. If your 'league' decides on the right thing, you may seek me out."

And with that, he disappears from the room.

"Well that went really well I must say!" the Doctor said, popping up from his chair "I mean, hey, who needs a plan when we can run around blowing up national landmarks!"

M glared at him and the rest of the League stayed stony silent. The Doctor shrugged and spread his arms wide.

"The only way I can think of to end an oppressive regime is to cut off the head. Weak governments, and believe me fascism is a weak government, are not like the hydra. Interesting creature by the way, bred my an old colleague of mine. Of course she was totally insane and so were they. Anyway, if you cut off the head, you kill the body,"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Well that went really well I must say!" the Doctor said, popping up from his chair "I mean, hey, who needs a plan when we can run around blowing up national landmarks!"

M glared at him and the rest of the League stayed stony silent. The Doctor shrugged and spread his arms wide.

"The only way I can think of to end an oppressive regime is to cut off the head. Weak governments, and believe me fascism is a weak government, are not like the hydra. Interesting creature by the way, bred my an old colleague of mine. Of course she was totally insane and so were they. Anyway, if you cut off the head, you kill the body,"

"That's the plan, but the Chancellor has friends in high places."

M presses a button on the table and a projection shows up on the far wall. A gray-haired man with an eyepatch walking through an airport.

"This photo was taken month ago. The man in the picture if Emilio Largo. Through MI6 and....private civilian contractors we have tied Largo with a man named Julius No, a former scientist who had chemical warheads in his possession off the cost of Jamaica. These weapons came from the same place. England. We believe Largo was brokering a deal between the Chancellor and Largo's organization, SPECTRE. Their plans were to use the base off Jamaica as a staging area and introduce Norsfire to North and South America."

"So what's the plan? Go after SPECTRE and then Norsefire?"

"No, actually. The plan is to launch a bold three front attack. Largo is still in London with plans to leave the country later this week. Captain Price and his team will intercept Largo while at the same time, two teams will take the Chancellor and Creedy, Susan's number two man. Our hope is to not only restore order in Britain, but to find out who is pulling everyone's strings. After 007's tireless work, all we have to show for it is a name. Ernst Stavro Blofeld. The leader of SPECTRE and the man who funded Susan's rise to power all those years ago."

The room remains silent for several seconds before M looks around.

"Any questions?"

 

[Carnage27]

I sit in the debriefing room at BPRD headquarters with Manning, attempting to keep my eyes from rolling out of my head, "Yea it went well. Godric and his boys shut down the factory, and stole the blood recipe from Dracula's boys. Can we move on now? I'd like to forget that I helped out a bunch of bloodsuckers."

"Fine, Red," Manning responds tossing a folder my way. "A woman was murdered not far from here in upstate New York and looks like something that'll be up our alley. Take Abe and check it out."

"A murder? Come on Manning," I protest.

"Go, Red. It'll be a nice change of pace," he responds.

**********
​

"So what's the deal?" I ask coming up through the house, one of the other agents leading me towards the scene of the murder. From the brief on the way over here, it doesn't sound like it's one of our problems, but hell they pay me either way.

"Right in here, sir," the other responds as I turn and head into the bathroom, and the sight that greets me is fairly shocking.

A woman lies on the floor with long claw marks ripped through her face, arms, and torso. Bite marks also line her body, and a pool of blood lies on the floor around her. But the oddest sight is that the mirror above the sink has shattered, almost as if something leaped through it.

"And you thought this wasn't going to be interesting," Abe says, shaking his head.

"Yea, yea. Let's get to work," I reply, heading towards the mirror. I pull out a scanner the Ghostbusters gave me for detecting paranormal activity, and it goes crazy as I go over the mirror. "Looks like whatever it was came out of the mirror. Never seen that before."

"No, we haven't. I think it may be time to do some research at Bereau headquarters," Abe responds.

Hellboy and the BPRD
in
URBAN LEGENDS
​

 

[Carnage27]

"No, actually. The plan is to launch a bold three front attack. Largo is still in London with plans to leave the country later this week. Captain Price and his team will intercept Largo while at the same time, two teams will take the Chancellor and Creedy, Susan's number two man. Our hope is to not only restore order in Britain, but to find out who is pulling everyone's strings. After 007's tireless work, all we have to show for it is a name. Ernst Stavro Blofeld. The leader of SPECTRE and the man who funded Susan's rise to power all those years ago."

The room remains silent for several seconds before M looks around.

"Any questions?"

"I want Susan," V says reentering the room. The group jumps a little at his sudden appearance. "I apologize for my outbursts. I realize it was out of line. But I have been fighting this fight for longer than I care to remember."

He sits at the table with the others, "I've had a plan in place to take down Susan and Creedy for about a year at this point, which I could perform by myself. Having help will simplify things greatly, though."

 

[Byrd Man]

"I want Susan," V says reentering the room. The group jumps a little at his sudden appearance. "I apologize for my outbursts. I realize it was out of line. But I have been fighting this fight for longer than I care to remember."

He sits at the table with the others, "I've had a plan in place to take down Susan and Creedy for about a year at this point, which I could perform by myself. Having help will simplify things greatly, though."

"Very well. Tell us your plan. If I like what I hear, I'll approve it and let you head up the team to go after Susan. You will lead but at the end of the day you will follow orders, V. End of story. Now, tell us what you have."

 

[wiegeabo]

Angus Young. Randall Flagg grinned his wolf-grin. Delicious. He knew the car. He knew the boys. And he knew that they would have the Colt in there. He was so close. SO close. So he did a very stupid thing, that the King would have flayed him for a dozen lifetimes over. He let his victory take control of him. He crumpled up the ID and wrenched the door off of the Impala, throwing it onto the road. He grabbed Dean Winchester by the throat and pulled him out of the car.

"Give me what is mine!" he shrieked, gritting teeth longer than any man's had a right to be.

He slammed the Winchester boy's head onto the roof of his car.

"Give me the Colt!"

"What the f-!" is all I can get out when my baby's door is pulled off and I'm lifted into the air.

"ggurgglrrlgskss" is all I can get out after that.

Next thing I know, I'm eating the top of my car. But then I hear that reassuring click.

"You're letting him go, one way or the other."

"Just shoot his ass!"

 

[Carnage27]

​

"So the fourth has returned?" the Shredder says, not breaking his meditation to look up at one of his two lieutenants, Tatsu.

"Yes, Master Shredder," the other responds with a bow. "The men we stationed at the turtles' home were found dead. Killed by a katana."

Shredder stands and approaches a television in his quarters, flipping it on before continuing, "Then it won't be long before he finds us and attacks us. Have the two Cyberdyne warriors that survived their first battle been upgraded to my specifications?"

"Yes, and the process did nothing to the souls resting inside. The warriors await your command."

"Have them stay here for now. But send a squad of soldiers out looking for the leader of the turtles as a-"

"Is there an ancient Japanese ninja society controlling our city?" the TV says. Shredder turns to see the reporter April O'Neil staring back at him. "It's the question many Japanese-Americans have been asking. The recent wave of crime, corruption, and hush-hush from the police force have reminded them of happenings from the sixties when an organization known as The Foot penetrated every level of the countries-ZZZZZZZZZZ."

The TV fizzles out as Shredder tosses a dagger through it, "Then find her. Silence her."

**********

"It's starting to get cold," April says as she climbs up to the roof of her building, where I am currently meditating.

"I know," I respond, uncrossing my legs and standing. "I saw your piece on the Foot. You shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?" she asks, folding her sweater covered arms over her chest.

"Because now they'll come after you. They aren't people who like to be messed with," I respond, shaking my head. "My brothers and Master Splinter were trained to fight the Foot. We knew the risk when we stood up against them. You're not ready for what they'll do."

"I'm a grown woman, Leonardo. I can take care of myself and make my own decisions. And your lone gunslinger act isn't going to bring back the guys and Splinter. And no matter how many times you think it, them getting caught wasn't your fault," she responds in an angry tone.

"How is it not? I left and they got captured!"

"If you were here you would be with them now. And you'd most likely be dead!"

Her words hit home because I know they're true. If I was here we would have gotten captured anyway. And Shredder would have killed us. The only reason they're most likely alive is to have me come find him.

"You're right. I'm sorry," I say heading towards the edge of the roof. "I'm headed out on patrol. I'll be back later."
​

 

[Carnage27]

"Very well. Tell us your plan. If I like what I hear, I'll approve it and let you head up the team to go after Susan. You will lead but at the end of the day you will follow orders, V. End of story. Now, tell us what you have."

"So far, from what I have gathered, they have no clue on any of your upcoming interference to their regime. Their sole focus is finding me, and stopping me. I will be in contact with both Susan and Creedy, both of whom have been at odds with each other for years. I will offer each of them to kill the other man in exchange for amnesty, which they will not give me. I will set up a meeting with both for the night which Largo will be intercepted. My team will go after Susan, and the other will meet with Creedy. Both will be at the spot, as both will want to kill me personally," V lays out his plans as the others look on intently.

"Is that agreeable?"

 

[Carnage27]

Hellboy: Urban Legends
Part 1​

"Find anything?" I sigh, half-heartedly flipping through pages of a paranormal research book written by the man I considered my father. "Because I don't have anything."

"You don't have anything, or you haven't been looking?" Abe chuckles, not looking up from the pages of his book. "You never were very academic, Red."

"Nope, only got what I need up here," I say, pointing to my head.

"Well yes, I actually have found something," Abe says, bringing the book my way. He plops it down and flips to a chapter titled "Bloody Mary". I can't help but give him a sideways look, which he responds to with a lecture, "I know, it's an urban legend. But it may be one with more truth than fiction this time. I've been reading, and it seems as if attacks like this have been occurring ever since the sixties. All the bodies were found mangled in front of the bathroom mirror. Psychics have investigated and have said they found lingering traces of an evil presence from the mirror."


"So what? We stand in front of a mirror 24/7 and wait for this mirror ***** to show up?" I ask.


"No, first we need to go back to the last scene and have Johan check it out," Abe says quickly.


"Awwwwww! Not Strauss!"

 

[Carnage27]

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Returning to April's apartment after an uneventful night of patrol, I find the building on fire, flames stretching up like demonic hands towards the sky. And the black smoke from the blaze rises and mixes with the inky darkness.

Dread fills me, but I push it aside and rush towards the building. I leap off the neighboring building and smash through the window of her apartment, and the heat instantly almost batters me back. But I press on.

I continuously yell April's name, praying that she's still conscious, and alive, when I find her. It only takes me a few moments to come across her, lying on the floor in the bathroom. She's been knocked out, so I scoop her up and escape through the same window I came in through.

But once I'm at ground level, a cadre of Foot ninjas emerge from the shadows, weapons drawn. I unsheathe my sword and place April on the ground and stand in a defensive stance over her, "You want her? You're going to have to kill me first."

"That's the idea, Turtle," one of them laughs as he approaches.

They rush at me, and I swing wildly with the katana. I drive the first few waves back, but am hampered by having to protect the unconscious April. My strikes only have a limited range, and it's easy for the Foot to sneak up behind me.

As a third wave of attackers prepares to rush me, I hear an odd battle cry from above, "Goongala!"

As I look up, Casey Jones crashes into a group of the ninjas, sending them sprawling. I use my advantage to leave April and attack those that haven't already retreated from being injured. I slice at two of them, leaving deep gashes along their chest, but not killing them. Their friends pick them up and run off into the night as I turn back to Casey, "Come on, the cops will be here soon. We need to get out of here."

Once we're a safe distance away, I pat Jones on the back, "Thanks for the help. I take it you thought about what I said the other night?"

"Yea, man. You really hit home. And you were right," he says, looking down at the knocked out April. "Where are you gonna take her?"

"A friend's place. And then I'm going after the Foot," I say scooping her up again.

"I'm going to help," he blurts out.

"No, not this time. This is my fight. But there may come a day when we need your help. I'll be in contact," I say as I disappear into the night.

 

[Catman_prb]

"What the f-!" is all I can get out when my baby's door is pulled off and I'm lifted into the air.

"ggurgglrrlgskss" is all I can get out after that.

Next thing I know, I'm eating the top of my car. But then I hear that reassuring click.

"You're letting him go, one way or the other."

"Just shoot his ass!"

Flagg looked at the younger brother and realised his error. If Winchester had been looking, he would have noticed the brief flicker of frustration in the man in black's eyes. Instead he grinned his wolf grin.

"Yeah Sammy, shoot me," Flagg said "Shoot me and give up the last chance of ever seeing Jessica again. I could bring her back you know,"

Flagg moved quickly, moving the bulk of his body behind Dean, his spindly hands around the elder brother's throat.

"I could give her back to you, bring your mother back. I could give you your family again. No more hunting, no more fighting the fight. Just one big, happy, Winchester family. All you need to do is give me the Colt,"

 

[wiegeabo]

Flagg looked at the younger brother and realised his error. If Winchester had been looking, he would have noticed the brief flicker of frustration in the man in black's eyes. Instead he grinned his wolf grin.

"Yeah Sammy, shoot me," Flagg said "Shoot me and give up the last chance of ever seeing Jessica again. I could bring her back you know,"

Flagg moved quickly, moving the bulk of his body behind Dean, his spindly hands around the elder brother's throat.

"I could give her back to you, bring your mother back. I could give you your family again. No more hunting, no more fighting the fight. Just one big, happy, Winchester family. All you need to do is give me the Colt,"

"Shoot him!" I try an gurgle out. To Sammy's credit, the gun doesn't even waiver a little.

"How do you know about Jessica?"

Oh great. "He's not Yellow Eyes. Shoot. Him!" And my air is finally cut off as the big bad squeezes harder.

Sam sighs, then aims the gun away. NO! He puts the gun up, slowly setting it on the hood of the car. I can feel some air as Mr. Grumpy eases off a bit.

And then Sam thrusts his other hand towards us and me and the big guy go flying apart. As much as the weird me out, sometimes Sam's freaky force powers come in handy.

I quickly crawl away and into the driver's seat of the car. Sam grabs the colt and slides in beside me. Rubbing my throat, I start the engine.

"Wait, wait! Drive!"

"WHAT?!" I leap out of the car, as Sam slides over. I pop open the trunk and pull out a shotgun just as the cop starts getting back to his feet.

BANG

He goes flying back to the ground. Which gives me just enough time to lift the ripped off door and slide it into the trunk. It barely fits and I just hope it doesn't go flying.

BANG

I put the big guy down again as I jump into the passenger side and shout "GO GO GO!!!"

The wheels skid and the car starts rolling.

"Why didn't you use the Colt?!"

"We don't have that many bullets left."

I point. "Well that would have been a good time!" I look out the rear window. "Oh crap."

"What?!"

I sigh. "We forgot about his car..."

 

[Carnage27]

"Well?" I ask the ghost standing in front of me. Johann Struass, represented by the floating jumpsuit in front of me merely shakes his head as he analyzes the smashed mirror which Abe and I had examined earlier. "Come on it's been almost three hours."

"Zhis is not a set pattern, Hellboy. But I have gathered vhat seems to be a fair amount of info from the mirror. A violent spirit was indeed present here, and is vhat most likely killed zhe woman," the apparition says with certainty.

"And what can we do about it, Johann?" Abe asks.

He turns back to me. At least I think he does. I can never tell with him. Probably one of the reasons I've never trusted him. That and he sounds like a German. Never trusted Germans, "Call zhe Ghostbusters. We will probably need zheir help."

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"How's it looking, Ray?" I ask the man standing next to me as he works on electrical wiring beneath a mirror deep within the BPRD headquarters.

"It's almost done," he says, nodding to Egon Spengler. "If this spirit shows up, once she springs from the mirror, she'll be trapped in this field for up to five minutes before being incarcerated in the trap below. Now we upped the power on the trap to make sure this thing is stuck in there. We don't know how powerful it is."

"Sounds great," I nod.

"I still don't like this," Liz Sherman, one of our agents and a pyrokinetic, says as Egon straps her into a harness. "Why do I have to be the bait?"

"Because, Liz, this thing only attacks females," Abe responds with little worry.

"Besides," Egon adds, "we've got the harness you're in rigged to an EMF reader. The minute it detects a presence it will pull you out of harms way."

"Sure," she says as the two Ghostbusters announce that the trap is ready. As per their orders, we leave the room, leaving Liz in there by herself.

The next few moments pass by without incident, but they feel like hours. Liz is a good agent, invaluable to the department. And on top of that I see her as a little sister. We took her in off the streets and taught her how to control her ability. I don't know how I'd deal with losing her.

But suddenly, a scream and a crash is heard, followed by the wailing of a very, very angry woman. We rush in as fast as we can to find Liz, cut up from shattered glass, but otherwise unharmed.

But floating above her is the frightening apparition that committed the murder that started this investigation. Her black hair swirls unnaturally above her like she's caught in a tornado. Her arms flail as she attempts to escape the trap, but it's to no avail. Blood flows from her eyes and mouth, and her clawed fingers are coated in what I can only imagine is the blood of her victims.

I approach the poltergeist carefully, "Who are you?"

"Oh come now demon," she says in a seductively creepy voice. "Don't you know all our names? We both came from the same place."

"I don't have time for your crap," I say, grabbing her face with my stone hand. "Why did you start attacking people? Before this your legend was merely to frighten. What gave you the power to physically interact?"

"You have no idea what is coming to this world, Anung Un Rama," she hisses through my fingers. "As he gets closer his servants will appear and reap the souls of the innocent. As his presence grows stronger in this world those that serve him will feed off if it like milk from the tit. You stand no chance, Anung Un Rama. And he will succeed in bringing about your birth right."

And with those final words, she's sucked into the trap, and Ray collects it, placing it into a charged container, "You want us to keep her? Or do you want to take her?"

"We shall take her," Johann responds, taking the container. "She will be kept safe with us."

"Red...you okay?" Liz asks, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Yea...I need to go talk to Manning."
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