So what? - Fic
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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman, Dr. Tom Manning, Dr. Johan Krauss, Abe Sapien
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG –13 for gun violence
Word Count: 1,150
Setting: Hellboy 2, when Manning calls the meeting after HB is stabbed and Nuada escapes.
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses vol2.week37
Johnny Cash- God's Gonna Cut You Down.
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
AN: Borrowed Dialog. What Liz SHOULD have done when Krauss and Manning said ‘No’, in my not so humble opinion. Really because I just like to see Manning and Krauss put in their place because they're both rotten pricks in this flick. I can see a pregnancy making Liz do this. Yep. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
graylikeme for talking me into pushing her that much farther. *smooches*
She was going to explode.They were all waiting for it. Manning had nearly called in a team of black suits with fire extinguishers. Liz Sherman had stood so quietly, holding the cylinder in her small hands without making a sound though out the whole meeting.
Anyone who knew her knew this was a very bad sign. She was going to snap. She would scream and say terrible things, or perhaps worse, she would burn something. There was a reason the briefing room was made of concrete.
Dr. Krauss continued, sliding a transparency of the map over another one, pinpointing the exact location that Prince Nuada would have escaped to.
“The cylinder yielded coordinates to Northern Ireland. Right about…here.” His gloved finger smashed down at a spot that was not on the standard map, only the one the cylinder had produced.
Every eye in the room turned to Liz. Her eyes where already red from tears, her knuckles white from clenching the cylinder so tightly. “Great.” She broke the silence and met Manning’s eyes and Krauss’ dome where his eyes should have been. “So, we know where he is. What are we waiting for? We should get going!”
Manning looked the map over, almost afraid to speak. It was true to his form. The man was a coward and he knew if he waited long enough, someone else would do the dirty work. Krauss took the lead and defended the Bureaus decision. “The Prince will demand the crown piece, Agent Sherman.”
“So, we give it to him.” She said without any hesitation.
“Doctor Manning?” Krauss looked to his colleague for back up. The director of the BPRD made a face that few saw. He looked regretful, truly sorry as he raised his tired eyes to the young woman.
“I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that.” He said softly, leaning his hands on the table.
“Hold…” Liz’s voice quivered as she twisted the cylinder in her hands. “Hold on here. What are you saying?”
“The Golden Army must not awaken.” Krauss said, his thick accent making it impossible to tell his he felt any remorse for his decision. Liz didn’t notice Abe Sapien walk into the room. Manning, who refused to look at her, did. He held up his hand as Abe paused by the door. No one saw the little glimmer of gold in his webbed fingers.
“So…what?” Liz’s voice was thick and bitter with tears. “You’re just going to let him DIE?” She slammed the cylinder on the table. “Is that it?”
“I’m sorry, Agent Sherman. We called Washington. We have our orders.” Krauss’ voice was still void of emotion.
“What about you?” Liz looked at Manning with more hate in her eyes than he had ever seen; more than Hellboy, more than The President, more than anyone ever had. He had his head down when she pulled the gun from her belt.
“He saved your life.” Her eyes burned with tear as she raised her shaking hand and pointed the gun at him. He tensed, knowing she was the best shot in the entire bureau. All she had to do was blink and he’d be dead.
“Liz…” Abe spoke up before she looked him in the eyes for half a moment. He backed down a second later. It was clear something non-verbal had been exchanged between the two, but what was unknown. Whatever it was, Abe agreed with Liz and began to slowly move closer to her.
“I know…” Manning held up his hands to her. “Liz… don’t do this.” He pleaded with her before Krauss interjected.
“Agent Sherman, I know this is difficult for you…”
“YOU DON’T!” She shifted her hand to press the gun to the dome of Krauss’ suit. She knew it would do nothing to harm him, and more to the point he did to. “You can’t even begin to understand. I won’t let him die.” She fixed her eyes on where his eyes should have been, if Krauss was anything more than a bunch of gas in a suit anymore. She doubted he was. She doubted he even had the capability to love anyone or anything. He couldn’t understand what she was feeling.
“May I remind you that I am the one in charge of this team!” Krauss’ voice had emotion now, anger and authority. Liz has no respect for either, not anymore. She had nothing left to lose.
“There is no doubt about that sir. You are the leader. That is what you are.” She pulled the gun away from the dome and aimed it back at Manning who once again tensed so much he looked as though he might wet himself.
Her eyes stayed on Krauss. “If you were ever human, that time is long gone.” She hissed though her tears as she plucked the cylinder from the table. Her eyes darted over to Abe, who has taken a place beside her. She pressed the cylinder into Abe’s hands and stepped closer to Manning.
“I’m going to need a plane.” She said in a tone that could have frozen lava.
“No. I can’t. We called Washington, and the President said…” Manning began with a heavy coating of fear in his voice.
The shot that flew past his head was enough to make his ears ring so loud he thought he misheard her next words. Krauss turned and saw the bullet hole and the crumbled concrete before he turned back to her. “Agent Sherman! If you continue with this foolish display, you will be brought up on charges! This action is grounds for life imprisonment or worse! Do you understand? ”
“Yes.” She said calmly as she fired again. The suit of thick fabric and cold metal crumpled in a heap to the floor as the room filled with gas. Liz’s eyes were glued to the form as it twisted around, much like the smoke of one of her mortally wounded boyfriend’s cigars. She was thankful to make him shut up. He was worse than Manning.
No one said a word as the cloud gathered into a rough form that was vaguely human. “If you understand the consequences, then why are you doing this?” The billowing mass if cloudy air demanded of her as if nothing had happened at all.
Manning on the other hand looked ready to faint.
Liz fixed the cloud of fogginess with a look that few had ever seen. Abe recognized it immediately, and the long dead Agent Clay had once said it was the most terrifying thing on the planet. Liz narrowed her eyes before she spoke again.
“Because my babies need a father.” She didn’t notice the gasp that dropped out of Manning’s mouth, or the fact that the smoky gathering seemed to flinch. Her mind was on other things that were far more important. “Now, like I said before, I’m going to need a plane.”
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG –13 for gun violence
Word Count: 1,150
Setting: Hellboy 2, when Manning calls the meeting after HB is stabbed and Nuada escapes.
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week37 Johnny Cash- God's Gonna Cut You Down.
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
AN: Borrowed Dialog. What Liz SHOULD have done when Krauss and Manning said ‘No’, in my not so humble opinion. Really because I just like to see Manning and Krauss put in their place because they're both rotten pricks in this flick. I can see a pregnancy making Liz do this. Yep. Thanks to
graylikeme for talking me into pushing her that much farther. *smooches*She was going to explode.They were all waiting for it. Manning had nearly called in a team of black suits with fire extinguishers. Liz Sherman had stood so quietly, holding the cylinder in her small hands without making a sound though out the whole meeting.
Anyone who knew her knew this was a very bad sign. She was going to snap. She would scream and say terrible things, or perhaps worse, she would burn something. There was a reason the briefing room was made of concrete.
Dr. Krauss continued, sliding a transparency of the map over another one, pinpointing the exact location that Prince Nuada would have escaped to.
“The cylinder yielded coordinates to Northern Ireland. Right about…here.” His gloved finger smashed down at a spot that was not on the standard map, only the one the cylinder had produced.
Every eye in the room turned to Liz. Her eyes where already red from tears, her knuckles white from clenching the cylinder so tightly. “Great.” She broke the silence and met Manning’s eyes and Krauss’ dome where his eyes should have been. “So, we know where he is. What are we waiting for? We should get going!”
Manning looked the map over, almost afraid to speak. It was true to his form. The man was a coward and he knew if he waited long enough, someone else would do the dirty work. Krauss took the lead and defended the Bureaus decision. “The Prince will demand the crown piece, Agent Sherman.”
“So, we give it to him.” She said without any hesitation.
“Doctor Manning?” Krauss looked to his colleague for back up. The director of the BPRD made a face that few saw. He looked regretful, truly sorry as he raised his tired eyes to the young woman.
“I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that.” He said softly, leaning his hands on the table.
“Hold…” Liz’s voice quivered as she twisted the cylinder in her hands. “Hold on here. What are you saying?”
“The Golden Army must not awaken.” Krauss said, his thick accent making it impossible to tell his he felt any remorse for his decision. Liz didn’t notice Abe Sapien walk into the room. Manning, who refused to look at her, did. He held up his hand as Abe paused by the door. No one saw the little glimmer of gold in his webbed fingers.
“So…what?” Liz’s voice was thick and bitter with tears. “You’re just going to let him DIE?” She slammed the cylinder on the table. “Is that it?”
“I’m sorry, Agent Sherman. We called Washington. We have our orders.” Krauss’ voice was still void of emotion.
“What about you?” Liz looked at Manning with more hate in her eyes than he had ever seen; more than Hellboy, more than The President, more than anyone ever had. He had his head down when she pulled the gun from her belt.
“He saved your life.” Her eyes burned with tear as she raised her shaking hand and pointed the gun at him. He tensed, knowing she was the best shot in the entire bureau. All she had to do was blink and he’d be dead.
“Liz…” Abe spoke up before she looked him in the eyes for half a moment. He backed down a second later. It was clear something non-verbal had been exchanged between the two, but what was unknown. Whatever it was, Abe agreed with Liz and began to slowly move closer to her.
“I know…” Manning held up his hands to her. “Liz… don’t do this.” He pleaded with her before Krauss interjected.
“Agent Sherman, I know this is difficult for you…”
“YOU DON’T!” She shifted her hand to press the gun to the dome of Krauss’ suit. She knew it would do nothing to harm him, and more to the point he did to. “You can’t even begin to understand. I won’t let him die.” She fixed her eyes on where his eyes should have been, if Krauss was anything more than a bunch of gas in a suit anymore. She doubted he was. She doubted he even had the capability to love anyone or anything. He couldn’t understand what she was feeling.
“May I remind you that I am the one in charge of this team!” Krauss’ voice had emotion now, anger and authority. Liz has no respect for either, not anymore. She had nothing left to lose.
“There is no doubt about that sir. You are the leader. That is what you are.” She pulled the gun away from the dome and aimed it back at Manning who once again tensed so much he looked as though he might wet himself.
Her eyes stayed on Krauss. “If you were ever human, that time is long gone.” She hissed though her tears as she plucked the cylinder from the table. Her eyes darted over to Abe, who has taken a place beside her. She pressed the cylinder into Abe’s hands and stepped closer to Manning.
“I’m going to need a plane.” She said in a tone that could have frozen lava.
“No. I can’t. We called Washington, and the President said…” Manning began with a heavy coating of fear in his voice.
The shot that flew past his head was enough to make his ears ring so loud he thought he misheard her next words. Krauss turned and saw the bullet hole and the crumbled concrete before he turned back to her. “Agent Sherman! If you continue with this foolish display, you will be brought up on charges! This action is grounds for life imprisonment or worse! Do you understand? ”
“Yes.” She said calmly as she fired again. The suit of thick fabric and cold metal crumpled in a heap to the floor as the room filled with gas. Liz’s eyes were glued to the form as it twisted around, much like the smoke of one of her mortally wounded boyfriend’s cigars. She was thankful to make him shut up. He was worse than Manning.
No one said a word as the cloud gathered into a rough form that was vaguely human. “If you understand the consequences, then why are you doing this?” The billowing mass if cloudy air demanded of her as if nothing had happened at all.
Manning on the other hand looked ready to faint.
Liz fixed the cloud of fogginess with a look that few had ever seen. Abe recognized it immediately, and the long dead Agent Clay had once said it was the most terrifying thing on the planet. Liz narrowed her eyes before she spoke again.
“Because my babies need a father.” She didn’t notice the gasp that dropped out of Manning’s mouth, or the fact that the smoky gathering seemed to flinch. Her mind was on other things that were far more important. “Now, like I said before, I’m going to need a plane.”
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