Date: 2009-09-30 02:49 am (UTC)
He did not just call me a freak. I draw myself up to my full height and fix Manning with a glare that allows him to see the threads of gold in my eyes. He opens his mouth mutters something about a worthless nobody in an old coat and something inside me snaps.

My fist connects cleanly with his jaw and I smile in pleasure as he hits the floor with a squeak. "You forget sir," I snap, "it was Trevor Broom who created this place...not you. And he did not create it for the government's use but for his own, to save people like Liz and Hellboy and Abe from the world's hate and scorn."

He and Liz are looking at the real me, the one I rarely show anyone, the brother to the Bad Wolf and the son of the Oncoming Storm. I am the Child of Time and I am angry.

"You will accept what help I design to give you little man," I add coolly, "but remember I am not doing this for your sad little group of suits who think they know everything, I am doing this in the memory of my friend Trevor Broom and those he considers his family....do you understand?"
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