Hey y'all, here is a new story of Hellboy. This time I thought I would do the same as I did for my Fantastic four stories where it was all movie-verse and just added a character. For this one, John Myers is Maizie Myers, and the story will stick close as possible to the movie but I will have my own scenes integrated into it and some will be changed. I hope you all like this version. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own Maizie Myers and anyone else you do not recognize. Disclaimer last from this point on until the end.

Chapter One

A whirring of an old beat-up motorcycle came roaring up and shuddering to a stop in front of a gate of a building. The figure clad in jeans, t-shirt, boots, and leather jacket stood up from the bike, swinging a leg over the seat. The helmet came off next and pitch-black hair with small streaks of pure white strands throughout the hair, came tumbling out, reaching the middle of her back. Green eyes peered out beyond the gates. She put the helmet under her arm as she turned towards the intercom beside her and pushed a button.

The crackle of a mechanical voice coming through a box came through, "Yes?"

"Maizie Myers, F.B.I. transfer from Quantico," Maizie replied crisply.

Silence ensued for a quick moment before, to her surprise, the speaker popped out and whirred inside the concrete and in replacement, an eyepiece came out.

"Look at the birdie, ma'am."

She leaned forward, her eye gazing into the mechanical scanner. A flash of bright light came and her eye was scanned. An LCD screen popped up and an image of her appeared. The gates clacked opened loudly and she turned to look. Maizie slipped her helmet back on and as soon as she got back on the bike, she turned it on and rode into the complex. Once she parked, and grabbed her bags, she entered the building and into a large room where there was only a circular desk in front of her a distance away, a man standing behind it. She stopped in the middle of the room.

"Hello, I'm-" Maizie started to say before the man interrupted her.

"Late. Five minutes late."

"Yes, I-"

"Section fifty-one."

"If you would please let me, I-"

"Watch your hands and elbows."

Caught off guard, Maizie looked at the man with confusion, "I'm sorry?"

"Watch your hands and elbows," the man said again.

Suddenly, without warning, the floor she stood on started to descend and she looked down to see a circular portion of the floor break apart from the rest. She gasped at the movement, startled. She descended and landed on the ground. The second it landed; she quickly stepped off it and onto the marbled floor. She glanced around to see a set of large golden oak doors. She pushed opened the door with her shoulder and entered into a large room, one side filled to the brim with volumes of books, and the other side, a glass wall filled with water. Maizie set her bags on the steps and she walked to the four bookstands in front of the glass. Her fingers glided gently over the pages of one book, as a smile graced her features.

"Turn the pages, please," a voice came through in the silence through an intercom.

Maizie nearly jumped a foot in the air and she turned towards the glass, her hand over her heart. She took a step forwards, towards the thick glass. She peered into the water and a figure glided into her eyesight then out.

"Holy shit!" She screeched as she jumped backwards.

Maizie watched as the slim blue creature came back into sight. Her eyes widened as she took his appearance in. He had large blue eyes, gills on the sides of his neck, and a thin small mouth. He was clothed in swim trunks.

"If you don't mind?"

Once again she jumped. She looked behind her to where the large volumes of books were.

"These? You're reading these?" She asked.

The creature nodded as a voice came from behind her.

"Four books at once. Every day, as long as I'm here to turn the pages."

She looked to see an old man with white hair and leaning on a cane. She grinned with glee.

"Professor! It's good to see you again," she said as she went to him, extending her arms to give the old man a hug.

Professor Trevor Broom gave her his own smile and returned her hug.

"It's been quite a while has it not?" He asked as he stepped away and went to the books.

"Too long, old man, too long," Maizie replied.

She watched as Broom flipped the pages of the books, and Maizie looked back to the blue creature.

"So, how did it-"

"He. Not 'it'," Broom gently chided.

"Sorry," Maizie apologized.

Broom waved her apology away, and continued, "Abraham Sapien. Discovered alive in a secret chamber at St. Trinian's Foundling Hospital, Washington."

He pointed to a small paper framed on the wall beside the glass with his cane, "They took his name from this little inscription that was stuck on his tank. Icthyo Sapiens, April 14, 1865. The day Abraham Lincoln died. Hence the name, 'Abe' Sapien."

Broom lifted a plate from a nearby table, revealing four green eggs. Maizie gagged at the sight and smell of them.

"Rotten eggs, a delicacy. Abe loves them," Broom said as he fed one of the eggs through a chute that delivered the food into the water.

"I'll be sure to remember that," Maizie commented as she watched Abe eat them.

Broom smiled.

"Does he know about me?" Maizie asked.

Before Broom could speak, a loud slap against the glass caught their attention. They turned to look to see Abe looking at Maizie with his large eyes.

"Agent Maizie T. Myers, Kansas City, 76. 'T' stands for Talia, mother's oldest sister. Scar on your chin happened when you were ten, you still wonder if it's ever going to fade away," Abe said.

She rubbed self-consciously at the small scar on her chin as she watched him.

"Oh, is that all?" She quipped at him with a smile.

"You are quite…special," Abe said.

"Everyone is one way or another. Not a big deal," Maizie said before she turned to Broom. "How does he know that?"

Broom explained, "Abe posses a unique frontal lobe. 'Unique.' That's a word you'll hear quite a bit around here."

"I've heard that word all my life, Broom. Didn't think I'd have to hear it again. What am I doing here? Why'd you call me back?"

"Do you remember the inscription in the lobby? When you first came in," Broom asked as he looked at Maizie.

"Yes. 'In absentia luci, tenebrae vinciunti."

"Yes, you remembered. 'In the absence of light, darkness prevails.' For there are things that go bump in the night, Maizie."

She looked at him, "You're gonna say it aren't ya?"

He gave her a knowing smile, "We are the ones who bump back."