Shooting You is Just My Way of Saying Hello (Open)

[piercehawkins]

Pierce froze as the gun was pressed to his head. The cold gun brought back pain in his shoulder, and caused him to shiver slightly. His skin tone turned very pale, and his hands flattened themselves. Through the corner of his eye, he looked to the belt of one of the hanging guards. Trying his best not to smirk at his secretive call for back up, he agreed with Anton.

" Okay just, right out that door " Pierce declared, one hand raising itself to point to the door he had entered through. The door that had gotten him into this mess.

[Sister Angeleanna]

The open hallways were eerily quiet as per usual. The day was winding down and the dawning of a new night would be upon them soon. The tall nun swept through the hallway with a slow almost lazy walk and paused to look at glass cabinet’s display of antiques. Simply extraordinary, she mused taking the extra time to appreciate the intricately carved Inca statue made of gold. Thick arms spread towards its side lifting up towards the heavens and held small turquoise disks. Next to it a handy little card read it was the god of the Moon and the statue had managed to survive the conquistadors in the early 1400’s. Leaning forward, she nearly fogged up the window to read the last part written in a different language before giving up at the strange symbols. She would have to ask Abraham or perhaps someone with the better knowledge of the ancient civilization.

Folding her hands, she moved onto the next display. She had spent her early morning with her daily devotional before contacting her Mother Superior to fill the abbess in on the events of her time with the Bureau. That had taken up the rest of her morning; the phone glued to her ear as she made notes and recited her experiences. Angeleanna ended the phone call in good spirits, Mother Superior pleased with the outcome so far. Perhaps tonight, she would have a chance to speak with Director Manning about assignment details. So far she had been on any, she had not been called or collected, but at least they had given her a locator and the generic belt to keep her stash of belongings. It now hung with the rest of the equipment the teams had.

Picking her pace up, Angel came at crossroad of hallways and momentarily paused debating her choices. She knew the hallway with the three jars of mutated creatures and several bronze swords lead towards the cafeteria and the one with the large picture of the loch ness monster and matching scales lead towards the library. So what did the last lead to? Her hands remained folded beneath the cloth of black material that hung about her shoulders before deciding to find out. When the time came when she was needed for anything, getting lost in the simple hallways would not look good.

Drawing to her right, she picked her way from one locked and secure case after the other. She glanced up as faint voices reverberated further down the hall as she closed the gap. The hall gradually curved and she couldn’t see the owner of the voices until she was very nearly upon them. The nun hadn’t announced her presence but neither had she hide herself and stood in the middle of the corridor effectively in front of the… hysteria that seemed to have unfolded moments earlier. Her blue eyes went to the first body on the floor, then the second before raising them towards the young boy and man before taking a sharp intake of breath.

She was indeed shocked, tearing her from her serene moment of happy wanderings to the devastation of the unknown. Dressed in her habit of black and white and as tall as a man she was a imposing figure without knowing her true strengths. The smile faded from her lips and her brow tightened, tugging at the faint wrinkles around her eyes. “Stop this immediately!” The deep tone of her voice boomed, she hadn’t meant for her voice to be quite as loud but it was an effective tool when needed. Angel eyed the stranger with the terrible weapon in hand, his aim at the defenseless young Pierce. She meet his gaze curious and openly as she attempted to fit the puzzles of the scenery into place. She did not recognize the man, but she hadn’t met many within the Bureau.

“Please,” her voice took on a softer edge as she sighed quietly. “There is no need for violence.” Slowly her hands came from underneath the scapular, exposing her open and empty hands. “Or weapons.”

[antonarkins]

“Stop this immediately!” Came a sudden booming female voice, and Arkin's turned to look, mostly curious.

A nun. An attractive nun, but a nun none the less.

“Please,” the woman's voice became softer, an attempt to placate Anton perhaps. He laughed. “There is no need for violence.” Slowly the nun's hands came from underneath the scapular, exposing her open and empty hands. “Or weapons.”

Anton laughed even harder, the gun still placed firmly against the back of Pierce's head.

"And the absurdity never stops. An angel, a hot spiky British chick, and now a hot nun? What's next? Hot werewolves? Fairly attractive zombies? Polite, tea drinking, demons? This place is so damn interesting I'm tempted not to leave," Anton said, doing his best to corral his laughter.

"But screw that aye? Here's the problem sister, I have these here little magic restriction bracelets firmly attached to my wrists - and I need the proper way of removing them permanently. So my little bird friend here is going to lead me to the fellow that can take em off, otherwise I'm going to shoot him in his head, you follow? You just stay nicely out of the way, or I'll shoot you too. I have no problem with hurting a nun," He said, quite earnestly.

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie scowled at the "hot British chick' comment, but stayed standing. That was until he shot her in both kneecaps. She fell to the floor hard, and a sound like a can opener piercing a can was heard as her thorns penetrated the floor.

"You--!" She began, but she was unable to finish her sentence as Anton's boot connected with her face. She fell face forward, hard, and felt the bone and cartilage that had once been her nose splinter against the floor. Blood was quickly cascading from her face, her knee caps, and she felt a few teeth fall from their sockets.

Alright. Now she was pissed.

She stayed motionless on the floor to provide he man with the idea that she was indeed unconscious, and who knew? She might have very well been dead to the man. He did not know the extraordinary power her body possessed tobe able heal itself. She let the teeth and blood run from her mouth to the floor, enough so that what would happen next would be diluted. Making a gagging noise that could have been the last sounds of a dying woman, reddish black acid that could certainly be mistaken for blood rushed from Frankie's mouth and spread onto the floor. It made the real blood hiss and evaporate, and it began burning through Frankie's clothes. She groaned slightly as she felt her knees push the bullets out of the wounds, and then felt bone, sinews, muscle, and skin be replaced. Frankie's nose began to take shape again, though it was still covered in blood, and lastly, Frankie's lost teeth were regrown in their socket. She averted one eye just as Sister Angeleanna, the nun, showed up. That bastard wasn't going to do anything to her.

Frankie continued to lay motionless on the floor for just a few more seconds. She had heard Angel's plea to stop the violence, but that wasn't Frankie's style. That, and she was tired of being patient. She had tried to reason with the man and failed, so he was going to suffer the consequences.

With a swift swipe of her leg, Frankie kicked towards Anton and then up for the expected jump, if he had thought to jump. If he did, he would receive a nice bone spur in the knee, if he didn't, she'd be worried about getting reconstructive surgery on his ankles. She grabbed a lever in the elevator and pulled herself to standing position. She was the sight of violence with her nose and mouth colored scarlet from her own blood, her clothes as well, though they had hints of the acid eating them away. She retracted the thorn on the back of her right hand in and balled up her fist. She didn't want to plunge the thorn into the man's brain, she wanted to break his nose. As she pulled her fist back, she smiled sinisterly. She always had a fondness for the Code of Hammurabi: An eye for an eye. She would deal with the nose part first, and then they'd see about the knee caps.

[antonarkins]

Arkins' ear twitched as he heard shuffling movements behind him, and he spun, rather swiftly, as Frankie kicked out at him.

Well, kicked out at the unfortunately placed human shield Pierce that is.

Arkins almost burst into laughter as her kicks rounded on the poor boy, it just wasn't that bird kids day was it? He sort of dropped Pierce, leaving the boy to his knew injuries and brought his gun to bear against Frankie.

"So...you have more superpowers? What, like some fairly attractive female version of Wolverine? With little bone claws and healing and the whole lot? Neat. Wish I had that, you have no idea how handy that would've come in, but I digress," Arkins said with a smile, studying Frankie somewhat intently. "I wonder if you can survive this?"

And with that he proceeded to loose roughly five shells at Frankie's head.

"Well this is becoming unnecessarily violent," Anton said pleasantly to himself.

Unfortunately for Arkins, his back was now turned to face dear sister Angleanna, but then again he hadn't really figured her as much of a threat.

[piercehawkins]

Pierce had heard Frankie's adrenaline pump just before the swipe. Then, instinct took over. Right before her kick had the chance to hit him, he jumped.

His large, over sized wings spread out fully. As his wings caught the gust of wings that had been made as he had sprung into the air, he was lifted a tad bit further into the air.

All that really went through his mind was, Shit.

' Shit, crap, damn, Nice one Feathers ' Were some of the rapid thoughts. ' Thats it, you're dead, say good bye to the life your living and hello to Mr.Bullet '

Hovering for a minute, he landed much closer to Angel than the other two fighters. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his large wings shwooped up into a smaller fold once again,causing another gust of wind.

Standing for a moment, he turned and apologized to the woman behind him.

" So Sorry sister " He said, biting his lip once again.

[hellboy]

Helboy hugged the edge of the wall closely. Gunfire? Shouting? The day was looking up. He peaked around the corner, surveying the scene. The hallway was full of new people, people who Hellboy hadn't actually managed to learn the names of yet, or had even really spoken to. Okay, except the nun, he remembered her vaguely.
Standing next to her was that winged boy that had come in recently, and ahead of them was someone Hellboy had never seen - along with the bloody body of some white woman. The man in question was wearing a prison uniform, a gun in his hand, and Hellboy instantly knew that he was the problem. He turned back around and readied himself. He didn't have his gun - but he wasn't worried. He rounded the corner swiftly, his feet pounding down the hallway.

"Make way! Coming through! Hey! Jumpsuit!" Hellboy called out, maneuvering swiftly past Angleanna and the bird-man, his right arm cocked and ready to crack the man in the head. The man turned his head suddenly, the sound of Hellboy's rapid approach more a clue than anything.

"Oh f*** me," Arkins muttered to himself, his eyes wide, at the sight of the gigantic demon-man rushing toward him. He ducked at the last moment, speed and training being his only momentary savior, as Hellboy's wild haymaker went sailing past. The stone fist was so close, Anton could feel his hair brushing it.
Anton dodged to the side, his shoulder slamming into the wall, and he turned and unloaded four shells at Hellboy's chest.
But Hellboy had been somewhat ready, he brought his arm up to block the gun. The shots were accurate, more or less, managing to hit places around Hellboy's chest - were he anything less, he'd be in serious trouble.

"Hey dammit! That hurt!" Hellboy said with a snarl, looking down at the scant few bleeding holes in his chest..

"Apologies all around. Perhaps this will make up for it," Anton quiped, before loosing three more shells, this time at Hellboy's head.

His hand flew foreward, toward the gun - and only one bullet sailed through his fingers, clipping the left side of his brow and sending a stream of dark red blood into Hellboy's eye.

The demon stumbled back, his left hand clutching his forehead as he swore loudly.
"Okay smart guy, now you're in for it!" Hellboy roared, blood dribbling down his face, and he tossed another wild punch at Anton with his stone arm.

Arkins was lucky, the blood and pain was momentarily distracting to Hellboy. He threw his own feet out from under himself, landing hard on his butt as Hellboy's fist collided with the solid stone wall. The wall buckled from the force, dust a debris crumbling down onto Anton, who swore loudly at the sight of it.

But Hellboy wasn't done, he brought his fist down toward Arkins, who pushed himself hard away from the wall and slid between Hellboy's legs. He spun as he went, intending to shoot his gun up Hellboy's spine. Instead, however, he felt himself being lifted suddenly up into the air, Hellboy's tail wrapped firmly around his right foot.
"Oh. Fantastic," Arkins muttered sarcastically before being whipped toward the nearby wall. He stuck his arms forward, using his forearms as a sort of buffer zone so his face didn't get cracked into the stone. He hit hard, dazed, and then felt himself being whipped back into the opposite wall, the gun in his hand flew out of his hand, coming to rest at Angelanna's foot.

Hellboy chuckled to himself as he rounded on the bleary eyed Arkins. Anton stumbled to his feet, and shook his head to sort of refocus himself.
"All done scar-face?" Hellboy asked with a grin.

" Nearing," Anton said slowly, "Any chance I could just give up, and go quietly without getting my head caved in further?" Anton asked somewhat earnestly, finally beginning to regain a semblance of clarity.

"How about you put your hands up and we find out together?" Hellboy said with a smirk.

"Fine," Anton said with a sigh, putting his hands up in the air. The demon dropped his guard slightly, approaching Anton somewhat cautiously. Arkins planted his foot, his body tensed, and as Hellboy finally came into range, he punched him right in the face.

Hellboy stumbled back a step, and rubbed his jaw slightly.
"Really? I thought we had moved past the fighting when you came to the realization that bullets just kinda piss me off rather than kill me," Hellboy said with a grim smile.

"Hey, this is my first fight with a demon, you can't blame a guy for trying right? I mean what else am I going to do? Not punch you? Actually, wow, I really should have not punched you," Arkins said with a mild laugh.

There was a beat of silence, and then Hellboy burst into laughter.
"You know, I bet we'd get along great if you weren't trying to kill me and people that I know."

"Well to be honest I was just defending myself. Trying to get my bracelets off so I could scamper away. Didn't have any particular plans for murder, but the people here are just so unhelpful," Anton replied with a mild laugh. But then the polite conversation was over. Hellboy and Arkins began to tense up again, clearly preparing for round two.

Meanwhile, somewhere behind Angelanna and Pierce, Solaufein was watching the ensuing mayhem with one wide eye, and sketching it all wildly in a little art-book.

[piercehawkins]

Pierce lingered behind in the back of the room, playing a witness to the fight before hand. His feathery, silver wings swayed gently as all the action took place before him. Obviously, some of the other members were finally processing the sound of gunshots with a cause, and flooding in. First, it was Hellboy. The big, red, ape that Pierce had barely ever socialized with in the whole time of him being a member of the B.P.R.D . Then, there was Sol, an elf who Pierce had seen a few times in the library, but never forced himself to talk to. Right away, Hellboy took action.

Pierce stepped out of the way as Hellboy began the fight. Bam Bam Bam, punch, gunshot, punch, more blood. The fight went on and on and on. Each gunshot that was fired caused Pierce 's sensitive ears to be launched into total pain. Soon enough, people get tired of the constant, literally ear splitting pain, and decide to do something about it.

Now, Pierce wasn't much of a fighter. Or an action taker. Or many other things actually. But, at some point, everyone has those days. And today, was just one of them.

For one moment, he was standing right there in broad visibility. Then the next, he was gone in a fwoosh.

" You boys done yet? " Came Pierces voice out of no where as he landed tightly between them. The iron like side of his fully spread wings was facing Anton, while his face looked towards the red demon before him.

[Abe Sapien]

OOC: This is a not so pleased message from your admin, Abe. I was going to lock this thread until things could be straightened out but that would cause more trouble then needed. I'm saying this now, no godmoding and no powerplaying. I am greatly displeased right now. Hellboy, every other thread you ran through takes place at different times of the day. Not all of them are simultaneously going on. I will be adding a time stamp rule to alleviate further confusion.

You're all free to keep playing, I'm not going to change anything and just let the scene play through.

[Frankie Guidicini]

The five bullets hit Frankie, one in the cheek, one through the upper part of her ear, one in the neck, one in the jaw, and the other in the side of the head. She fell to the floor as sprays of crimson splashed all over the walls and floor. Frankie crumpled backwards and lay still, blood pooling around her.

Well, this was probably it. That was the most damage she had ever taken. She had received an executioner's bullet to the head once in Russian, but that was one, not five. "Maybe I'll see you soon, Henry." We here last conscious thoughts as she prepared for darkness to envelope her. Only....It didn't come. Her body reflexively jerked and acid spewed from her mouth, bathing any close bystanders. The bullets clattered to the floor as skull, bone, and tissue was regrown. 'Well, that was anticlimactic...And a bit disappointing.' Frankie opened her eyes and groaned as she heard acid sizzling. She looked up and saw the Hellboy arrived. Well fine. He could take care of the prick, since the prick was obviously too much of a challenge for her. Jackass.

Frankie picked herself up, wiping blood from her eyes and stretched. She retracted the thorns and walked by HB and Anton, and began walking past Angel. On second thought, she turned back to the nun. "I could really use a cuppa right now, Sister. Care to join me?" She asked as nonchalantly as if there hadn't been a big fight that had just and was still occurring.

[Sister Angeleanna]

Her hands twitched, the gnawing urge to carry something in them remained curled up in the back of her mind but there was always a better way then raising a hand to strike. The nun cautiously kept her ground, observant to the threat directed at her. She took a slow even breath and let it out slowly through her mouth before slowly nodding her head. “I understand your distress but please, there is a much better way then threatening these people.” She kept her gaze straight on his, though the bodies littered through the hallway tore at her.

In the quick violent fight between the previously thought unconscious Francesca and the stranger with poor Pierce being tossed in the middle, Angel glanced around her for any signs of other agents. None had heard or arrived just yet and as she drew her gaze forward the brilliant flash or ivory wings clouded her vision and the angelic being landed in front of her. “It’s all right,” she murmured quietly to the young boy, before taking a protective step in front of him just as the last sound of gunfire rang out.

The nun watched the beautiful woman fall back; the sound of her body hit the hard floor and rang in Angel’s ears. She lurched forward unconsciously just a monstrous creature bulldozed into the fray. She froze to watch the battle unfold before the first gunshot sent her backing up and towards Pierce. They were all equally gifted in their strengths but the nun had sworn an oath to protect all and she would be of little use in the private waltz of blood and bullets. She drifted back to the fallen woman and startled when she vomited a dark liquid and rose up as if nothing had happened.

By this time, the fight had stilled and a dozen agent’s had converged on the group covering both ends of the hallway. Angeleanna set her hands on her hips and studied the new prospect. The two agents that had fallen were already being tended to, one even groaned as he awoke as a younger agent uncuffed him and turned to look back at Francesca. Several emotions flittered around her mind but there was a time and place for them. Instead, she dropped her arms and folded her hands. Though she had met the man everyone called Hellboy – or on occasion Red – on not so great terms, she was quick to adapt to his different purpose. However it was still a jolt of amazement every time she shared breathing space with him. Pierce, she had hoped was all right seemed indifferent to his previous bloody injury and took a place in the heart of chaos. She was tempted to grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him out of the harm he was putting himself into. Hellboy... she looked to the splashes of darker red that painted his crimson flesh, no mere mortal could survive what he went through and yet the creature stood and talked as if nothing had happened. She had a mind to tug on his ear too.

This wasn’t her Bureau. She was a mere guest and she had no authority and really, what would another body added to the mess accomplish? It was a hard choice to step back and she had to call upon her Lord’s strength to do so with piety, with extra piety on the side. “Well…,” she replied to Frankie, pulling loose a white handkerchief from her belt. She offered it to the bloody woman. “If you wouldn’t mind stopping by the medical facilities first.” Angeleanna shifted towards the petite figure. “Are you, all right?”

[antonarkins]

Pierce landed with some measure of force between Hellboy and Arkins, and Anton smiled. That boy just had no common sense, and he'd make the perfect shield once again.

But as Arkins moved to grab the second pistol concealed in his waistband - he heard a man yell "FREEZE!"

He turned, to look down the hall, his hand still on the gun, and felt the fight leave him.

Reinforcements had arrived, far too many for Anton to even have a snowballs chance in hell of winning. And it wasn't as if he was winning the damn fight in the first place.

"I SAID FREEZE!" Yelled the guard again, he and several of his compatriots pointing their guns toward Arkins.

"Yeah, yeah," Anton muttered quietly, pulling the gun out his pant's loosely and tossing it onto the floor.
As soon as he had, several of the men pounced on him, swiftly, and someone roughly, cuffing his hands behind his back.
"Hey! Easy! Easy man, it's not like I killed anyone, cut me some slack eh?!" Anton barked back at them, his head pushed handily onto the floor by one of the men's boots.

"So who the hell is he?" Hellboy grunted to one of the men.

"One of the new guys, he traded in prison time to work for us," the previously incapacitated older guard muttered as he approached, rubbing his throat.

"Fun. Maybe Manning should keep us informed the next time he brings in a dangerous criminal," Hellboy said with a frown.

"Hey, come on, I'm not that dangerous, I've only killed tens of people....I think! Most of them bad....probably!" Anton said with a smile. The older guard jerked Anton into the wall in response, causing the man to grunt painfully in response.

"We'll get him out of here, unless there's anything else?" One of the guards asked.

[piercehawkins]

Pierce only turned his head slightly, enough to watch as the criminal behind him was cuffed at last. A slight smile was on his face. Finally it was over, and he managed to make it out with only a few minor flesh wounds!

His wings folded themselves back in place once again, making them a lot easier to handle in a room like the one he was currently standing in. Stepping a slight out of the way, his body was turned slightly towards Anton. Though, he still stood between Hellboy and Arkins for safety reasons, he still couldn't resist wanting to look at the criminal whom had ruined his day as he was hauled off.

Then, he went and did something he just couldn't resist. Pierce launched a harsh right hook at Arkins, hitting him exactly where his pistol had hit him.
" There, now we're even " Pierce added before backing away.

His hands were then shoved back into the pockets of his bottoms as he watched the scene take place. With his wings still capable of spreading quickly, he continued to linger between the two males. Just incase one of them said something smart, and another fight began. Sure, he was sure the other officers could handle it, but he continued to stay for personal reasons unknown.

[antonarkins]

Pierce's punch connected squarely with Anton's nose and he the sharp pain of it breaking.

Well it wasn't the first time. So that was nice.

Arkins recoiled slightly, groaning for a second, blood already beginning to pour down his scarred face. He shook his head, snorting slightly to blow some more blood out, and then turned to smile at Pierce before breaking into fits of laughter
"Balls finally dropped, eh kid? Only took a dozen well armed men, an immortal chick, and some big ass demon," Arkins said in between loud laughter.

Hellboy chuckled slightly, shaking his head at the entirety of the proceedings, but continued to keep his distance - by and large due to the presence of the nun, who he was perhaps not on the best of terms with.

Arkins began to be dragged away, and offered little resistance until they neared Frankie and Angeleanna, Arkins slowed himself. He snorted a bit more blood out of his nose, before looking over at the women
"Ladies," He said with a nod and a smile, "Brit, my sincerest apologies for all the shooting of you. Hey, you come down to my cell and I'll make it up to you. That goes for you too sister," Arkins continued, laughing at his little joke.

[piercehawkins]

Pierce smirked slightly at the sound of the nose breaking. It was strange, the pleasure he was getting from the criminal's nose bleed. Wiping the blood from his own nose, he continued to watch the man as he was pulled off to his cell. Rolling his eyes at the comment, he didn't reply, very tempted to give him the stone cold finger. But, considering that there was a nun in the presence, he didn't.

Stepping back beside Hellboy, he crossed his arms, still watching as Anton was pulled away into who knows where. You think you would know someone better if they broke your nose, held you at gun point multiple times, and injured his friends. But, nope. At the thought of having to work with the mad man, he shivered. Just great. Hey, at least it would be exciting though.

Then, he remembered the guards he had tied up not to long before. He sighed as he looked over at the now untied men, he decided it probably would have been a good idea to go apologize...and untie them. But he decided that he would wait, until things mellowed out a bit