" I refuse to step into that white shit on the ground. I demand one of you to carry me."

I said, glaring at the snow covered ground. Cold and I, we don't mix. I like warmth, cold is well...cold.

" You are such a big baby."

Liz said, shoving me out of her way, so I landed on my butt in the snow. Narrowing my eyes I was tempted to throw a ball of electricity at her, but then got a better idea. Grabbing a ball of snow I chucked it at her, hitting her in the head with the damn thing. She didn't move for a second then she bent down and picked up some of her own snow. Turning she had an evil glint in her eye. Then I had snow in my face. She was so fucking dead. Getting off the ground I grabbed more snow and started to chase her, throwing handfuls at a time, hitting her or missing her. It didn't matter right now.

" I think they are acting like five year olds right now. What do you think Blue?"

" It's entertaining."

" Yeah."

I turned and gave a sheepish grin at the two men. Liz turned around so I took that opportunity to run over and dump all the snow on her, getting it in her hoodie and down her shirt. Then I full on sprinted over to the guys, grabbing onto Abe and hiding behind him. Red wouldn't do a damn thing if I hid behind him. Liz slowly turned around, glaring at me.

" I will get you back."

She hissed, then stormed in the direction of the cabin we were staying at. Smiling I jumped onto Abe's back and pointed to Liz's receding form.

" Onward my gallant steed!"

He sighed and started to walk after Liz, Red laughing,

" I guess Dad was right, we still act like children...some more than others."

Narrowing my eyes I flicked him off and closed my eyes,

" At least I know how to listen and follow orders Hellboy."

-time skip-

Looking down at the reports I nearly groaned when another large stack was slammed down on the desk. Four freakin hours I've been reading file after file after file. The description was the same, each time there was one survivor who hid where the thing couldn't get them. The description was a tall being, over eight foot tall with long limbs and smelled of decay.

" Remind me why did I let Manning sign me up for this? I hate the cold and I hate him."

Abe shrugged, Liz and Red had left about two hours ago saying they were going out to get some information hands on.

" It's our job."

Grumbling I picked up a newer looking file and sighed.

" This one looks like the man who Manning is friends with. He is claiming that he hired some men from town to help clear and dig for their oil productions. He said at first the men were fine with the saliery they were given then they started to demand more. Claiming that he was holding out on them...then one day a worker didn't show up. That's when the attacks started to happen."

Continuing to read I found that the man's name was Richard Billington. His workers have been disappearing and then reappearing, bodies mangled and just about unrecognizable. He is becoming scared that he will be next, that he wants the situation to be taken care of.

" Hey Abe, do you have your books of magical creatures?"

I asked, flipping through yet another file, they were starting to look very similar, then one caught my eye. It was a missing person's report. It was a local who went missing and his wife filled out the report. Saying that He had been muttering how he wanted his 'damn' money. Then he stormed out of the house, then nothing. The next file said that she was found dead, mangled in such a manner that it was like the workers. This cannot be a coincidence.

" Yes, I never go on a case without them. Do you have an idea of what it could be?"

Nodding, I continued to look through the files, then Abe set the books in front of me. Grabbing the first volume I leafed through the pages, trying to find some clues on what the creature attacking the people could be. After about ten minutes I found something.

"The wendigo may appear as a monster with some characteristics of a human, or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous. It is historically associated with cannibalism, murder, insatiable greed, and the cultural taboos against such behaviours.The legend lends its name to the disputed modern medical term Wendigo psychosis, which is considered by psychiatrists to be a form of culture-bound syndrome with symptoms such as an intense craving for human flesh and a fear of becoming a cannibal. In some Indigenous communities, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are also seen as a manifestation of Windigo Psychosis.The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody."

I read, it fit with some of the files I had read. The bodies were mangled as if something had attacked and ate them. The worker becoming greedy for the money.

" I believe we have found what we are looking for."

He nodded, in thought. I turned to call Red and Liz but they must have gotten the same idea because my phone went off.

" Red."

"Ellie, it's a Wendigo. Native American shaman man, told us that it needs to be killed or everyone will die."

" Well then, let's get the job done."

-time skip-

I sat down in the snow, planning Hellboy's death. By Me. He was using me as bait. Why not Liz, oh right. He loved her, why not use Eleanor as bait because she is small and innocent looking.

" How are you Ellie."

" I will beat you with a damn shoe. Do not talk to me."

" Be nice to the red monkey. He is thinking for the people who are left here. Suck it up and I will get you a cup of coffee when we get back to the cabin."

Grumbling I looked around, trying to see if there was any new development. Fast movement out of the corner of my eye made me spin around, something was here...it flashed to the other side of my small clearing. It was circling me, hunting.

" Guys...it's here."

I shot up, looking around, letting my features morph into my true self. Then it rushed at me, Jumping up I let out a burst of fire. It turned and swiped at me, knocking me onto the ground. It then let out a hair raising howl. This was going to be delightful. Firing a ball of electricity at it, I grinned as a large bullet came blasting into its side. Liz was on fire, literally. She started to have the ground below it burn, so fire slowly crawled up its legs. Getting up I ran up to it and punched it in the face, blasting it with my own blast, as it flew back it kicked up, clawing my midsection. Hissing I nearly grinned as Red let his gun kiss it and Liz burned it to a crisp.

" Eleanor are you alright? It looks like it got you pretty good."

Shaking my head I glanced down,

" Yeah I'm fine. Just a scratch."

Smiling I shakily walked over, glancing at the now chard Wendigo. That had gone over quicker than we had thought, simple and fast. Manning would be happy with us...or rather he should be.

" Does this mean we can go home now?"

I asked, placing a hand over the wound, it stung but it would be healed in a few days or even a few hours.

" Yeah, let me just call Manning."

Liz said, pulling out her cellphone and then hitting a button. Warm government building here I come.

-time skip-

" It wasn't that bad Ellie."

Glancing at Red I debating if I wanted to kill him now or later. After a moment's thought I came up with later. Liz and Red thought it would be funny to switch the sugar with salt and then creamer with the sour milk. Worst wakeup call ever, and they thought it would be funny to record my reaction to the poison, then sent it to every person on base. The one time I let someone make me coffee other than Abe or myself, never again was I going to trust them. Waving my hand in his direction I turned and grabbed a book, I had wheeled myself into the library on my desk chair, and I regret nothing. Spinning as I read I contemplated my revenge on the two.

" Fine be a grouch. Be the kid for a while. I know that I have been the kid for too long. At least you can go out without having to get every camera on your ass. At least you can look human."

Stopping, I looked at my brother, he looked pissed now. Getting up I tossed the book onto the table and pushed past him.

" Where are you going?"

He called, without turning around I said,

" To put on a fake look and be someone I'm not. Cause you think it's easy."

-time skip-

Sitting outside of the cafe I sipped on the coffee that wasn't tainted with a content sigh. It felt weird to be surrounded by normal people without them looking at me like I was some monster.

" Excuse me miss, I can't help but notice that you are sitting alone. Mind if I join you?"

Glancing up I saw a man with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was human, but he had a vibe that made me nod. Picking up my book, I attempted to shut people out, only for him to talk again.

" I'm Max Ride. How come you are sitting alone?"

Raising my eyebrow, I set down my book.

" Because my brother annoyed me enough to leave the ...house."

He nodded and then the waiter walked over and set down a mug of coffee. Glancing at it then him I grinned,

" How many shots of espresso?"

" Three. You?"

Grinning even more,

" Four. They wouldn't let me do five."

He snickered, reaching for his drink,

" Well it's nice to meet a fellow coffee fanatic. I used to slip them a few bucks to give me five, but then I nearly had a heart attack a few years back and then I toned it down a bit."

Blinking I shook my head,

" When i was younger my father wouldn't let me have any coffee, but when I started working then he caved in."

Max blinked,

" How old are you?"

Shrugging I casually took a sip of my drink, almost wanting to tell him how old I was.

" Depends on what you want to know. Just know, I know enough to scare you."

He nodded, then motioned to the book on the table,

" What are you reading?"

This was almost as bad as being interrogated.

" Something my father gave me before he passed. More of a child's book, but it's a good one."

Setting down some money for the waiter I gathered up my things. I wanted to get away now, this man was asking too many questions for my taste. Might as well head over to the bookstore to see if they had anything that Abe would like. He still hasn't pissed me off yet, so might as well pick him up something. Annoyance flared through me, who the hell did Hellboy think he was. It wasn't easy to change looks, it was a lie. I had to act normal, he could be himself. People prefer for me to look human. It wasn't fair, Hellboy can kiss my butt.

" Wait, please! I'm sorry if I annoyed you."

Spinning around I saw that the man had gotten up as well and was now running in my direction. Waiting for him to catch up I couldn't help but smile as he bent over, hands on his knees and huffing.

" Please...I'm sorry. Can I please try again?"

He was sweet, maybe I should give him a chance.

" Fine...My name is Eleanor Broom. Nice to meet you Max Ride."

His face split into a large grin. This was going to be fun. 

Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have been having so much fun writing this story. I hope to see you all in the next chapter. Have a fantastic day!  By the way, I love coffee so much, espresso in coffee is just fantastic!                                                                                                                     ~Lanie