Hellboy: Odd Jobs (27 page)

"Maybe you'd like to head back," I suggested. "By yourself."

I waited till she dropped into line behind Walker.

The summer heat, which had turned the ground hard, caused beads of sweat to pop out on my forehead, back, and arms as we made our way uphill. I had fallen maybe twenty yards behind Walker, Stephanie a few steps in front of me, when I heard his scream. Actually, it was more like a yelp, and for a moment I thought perhaps Walker had tripped and fallen.

I grabbed Stephanie by the arm and barked, "Don't move," as I moved past her and up the trail toward Walker.

Halfway to him I heard an animal snarl that seemed to be coming from all around me.

Stephanie whimpered, "Hellboy, Walker

don't just leave me ... "

I popped up to the top of the hill and looked over the crest mesmerized by the nearly seven-foot-tall giant looming on the path before me

Bigfoot!

Though the darkness remained almost complete, I could make out the height and shape of the beast that towered over the fallen Walker. In one of its massive hands it held a football-sized stone that reflected black against the moonlight.

Blood.

The photographer's blood probably, from where the stone had landed against Walkers skull.

Hearing my footsteps, the monster turned to face me, raising the stone to bash my brains in, should I stray within bashing distance. An aroma, something animal yet unrecognizable, filtered to me from the direction of Bigfoot.

"Remind me to get you some Right Guard for Christmas, big guy."

The beast grunted, its red eyes wide in the moonlight. He waved the stone like he meant to throw it, but I made no move to duck for cover. That threw the animal off a little I don't think it knew quite what to

make of my bravado.

I wasn't being that brave

I was trying to see if Walker was still breathing.

I felt Stephanie behind me, her hands coming to rest against my back as she practically ran into me in the dark.

Bigfoot's yowling grew louder, more agitated, and this time it raised the rock as if it were about to crash it down on Walker's skull again. Pressing back, I knocked Stephanie to the ground as I planted my feet and leapt forward. Bigfoot swung the stone in a long, flowing, almost artistic arc. My right hand, the stone one grafted on to my right arm, extended before me as I pushed to get to Walker before Bigfoot's rock could inflict more damage. A split second before the rock would hit Walker, it collided with my stone hand and glanced off.

Bigfoot screamed in anger and rage, his voice almost human, as he leapt out of the way of my second lunge.

I groaned as I smacked into a tree and fell to the ground. I rose to my knees and prepared for Bigfoot's counterattack, but it never came. Instead, a metallic roar erupted, lights flashed over our heads, blinding us, and dust swirled all around. I blinked furiously to clear my vision, but to no avail. I rubbed my flesh-and-blood hand across my face to clear the dust and then the lights and roar were gone. I blinked my eyes until I could see again, but gone along with the lights and noise was Bigfoot.

"What the hell was that?" Stephanie asked as we moved next to Walker.

I checked Walker's neck for a pulse

weak, but there.

"We gotta get him to a hospital."

Stephanie's voice was small. "How?"

I grabbed Walker and tossed him over my shoulder. "You lead the way," I said. "And use the flashlight. It's all right now."

"You don't think that ... thing ... will attack again if it gets the chance."

"No, I don't," I said, nudging her to get started. "I'll explain when we've got more time. For now, trust me.

Turn on the flashlight and let's get moving. Walker's time is running out."

She did as she was told without further argument. With the flashlight we traveled only slightly faster than before. By the time we got to the car, even I was wondering whether we'd get to the hospital in time.

We sat in the waiting room while the doctors fought to save Walker. The only news I'd gleaned before we were unceremoniously kicked out of the ER was that Walker's skull had been fractured.

"Is he going to make it?" Stephanie asked.

I tried to look truthful. "Yeah, he's tough."

She didn't buy that and shook her head. "I've never seen anybody so white before. It was like he didn't have any blood left in him ... " Her voiced trailed off.

I put my flesh-and-blood hand on her shoulder. "I told you, he'll make it."

She sat down in a waiting-room chair, picked up a plastic cup filled with coffee, and absently took a swig.

Her face screwed up as she realized the coffee was cold, then she swallowed it. "What the hell
was
that creature, Hellboy?"

My eyes met hers and held. "Bigfoot."

Again, Stephanie shook her head. "I thought Bigfoot was supposed to be friendly, scared of people. This thing seemed ... homicidal."

I shrugged but said nothing.

"What is it? You know something."

I continued to just look at her.

"Come on, spill. What was it?" Her face creased in thought, then she practically jumped out of her chair.

"That noise before Bigfoot disappeared. That's it, isn't it?"

"There's nothing I can prove yet."

"But there's something, tell me."

I explained my theory. We discussed it, looked at it from every angle, examined it thoroughly trying to find holes. We were just deciding our next course of action when the doctor came into the waiting room. She was a tall, thin woman with wispy blond hair peeking out from under her shower cap. Her greens were sweaty, but she smelled surprisingly good.

"Are you the ... people with Mr. Walker?" she asked. I guess it took her a moment to classify me as more or less human.

Stephanie stepped forward. "We work together."

"Well, you got him here just in time. He's going to be all right. It'll take some time, but barring any surprises, he should be as good as new."

"Can we see him?"

The doctor shook his head. "He's resting. Probably be the day after tomorrow before he's up to visitors."

Stephanie nodded.

The doctor answered a couple more questions for Stephanie, then left us alone.

After we got some sleep, Stephanie dropped me off near where we'd entered the park the night before, then she hit the road to interview some of the neighboring farmers to see if any of them had seen Bigfoot or signs of the monster in the fields that bordered the state park.

Though traveling through the dense forest was easier during the day, it wasn't a lot easier. The tangled undergrowth still pulled at my feet while the trail remained obscured in the shadows cast by the leaves and trees that seemed to go on forever, though I felt sure now that somewhere in this forest the trees stopped at least for a small space. Finally, I reached the foot of the hill where Walker had met Bigfoot the night before.

I made my way to the crest, then standing there I looked down at the drying puddle of blood in the grass.

Bugs hovered near, and in the bright sunshine the fluid appeared more crimson than it had in last nights moonlight. Other than the pool of blood, though, there seemed to be little sign that we had been here. Even the rock Bigfoot clubbed Walker with had disappeared; all that remained were a few footprints.

Bending to examine the footprints, I smelled something on the breeze. Not the animal smell from last night, something different. I caught another whiff and willed myself to relax. I had the feeling something had been following me, and now I knew what.

I looked down into the wide, surprisingly deep footprint and watched as a faint shadow crossed over it from right to left. Moving slowly, without any apparent rush, I leaned more forward, so that my weight now rested on my hands. Then, suddenly, I extended my right leg and swung to my left using my hands as the fulcrum.

My leg caught Ranger Holliman at the ankles and swept him off his feet, dropping him on his ample keester.

He fumbled for his holster, but before he had the strap undone I had a hoof on his chest and my own pistol pointed at his kisser.

"You've got to stop wearing so much Brut, Ranger Holliman."

He snarled, "I should have you arrested for assault, you fucking geek."

"That's not nice," I said pressing my hoof down a little harder on his chest. "Do you really want to call me a geek?" I could hear him gasping for air but he said nothing. Tough guy. I liked that. I pressed down harder yet.

"I'm ... " he huffed, " ... sorry ... " he puffed, " ... I called you a geek."

I released the pressure on his chest but didn't let him up. His breaths came in short ragged gulps as he struggled to replenish the air in his lungs.

"Why don't you move your hand away from that holster so I can let you up?"

Holliman's hand remained frozen for a moment, then eased away from the pistol. Reaching down, I plucked the gun from its holster, then offered Holliman a hand and jerked him to his feet. He brushed himself off, tried to recover what little dignity he might have left and held his hand out for the gun. I ignored him.

Instead, I nodded toward the footprint on the ground. "Still think there's no Bigfoot?"

He looked at the print but said nothing for a long moment. "Don't have to be no Bigfoot."

I nodded. "That's right, Ranger Holliman. In fact, I'd bet it isn't. I'd bet your chickenshit salary that this footprint is part of a hoax."

An aroma far closer to last night's than Ranger Holliman's Brut passed between us on the breeze. We both turned to see a furry head disappear behind a tree.

"That look like a fucking hoax to you?" Holliman asked, eyes wide. "Give me my gun and let's go bag the son of a bitch!"

I didn't even take time to glare at him, I just took a step in the direction I had last seen the Bigfoot; but before I got far, I caught a glimpse of the beast to our left. It was sprinting to outflank us, get behind us. It looked bigger, taller, than the one we had encountered the night before, though at this distance, over uneven terrain, it was hard to tell. I wheeled and took off straight for the animal with Holliman lagging behind me, when it slipped into a shadow and disappeared again. By the time I got to the shadow, there was no sign of Bigfoot.

This thing was a hell of a lot better at playing hide and seek in the woods than I was.

Hanging onto a tree, Holliman gasped for breath, his face nearly as crimson as my own. "What the hell was that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but it didn't move like a hoax. It just disappeared."

After unloading the clip from his gun, I returned Holliman's pistol and went back to the motel. Stephanie was waiting for me at my door when I arrived.

"How's Walker?" I asked.

"I called earlier but they didn't have much to say. He's still under sedation."

I nodded, unlocked the door and held it for her as we entered. "I saw it again ... sort of."

She whirled back toward me, blond ponytail swinging. "You did?"

"It looked different in the daylight, but I couldn't catch it. If it's a real Bigfoot, it's faster than I would have believed. What'd you find out?"

"Some of the local farmers said they've seen tracks, broken corn stalks, things like that. A couple even claimed to have seen the Bigfoot."

I nodded.

"And there was one ... "

"Yeah?"

"One even claimed that he once caught a glimpse of a Bigfoot baby with its father."

"What?"

She plopped onto one of the two double beds in the room. "That's what he told me. Said he was coming home late one night and this thing was in the middle of the road, got caught in the farmer's headlights, and dove out of the way at the last second. The farmer slammed on his brakes and stopped, but he couldn't find the Bigfoot or the baby."

"Some story. You believe him?"

Stephanie shrugged. "No reason to think he'd lie or make it up."

"Not even to see his name in the
National Inquisitor
?"

She considered that for a moment. "Nope. Not the type. What's our plan?"

I fell onto the other bed, stretched, and thought about that. Something still didn't feel right about this. "You game to go back into the park tonight?"

Smiling, Stephanie said, "I thought you'd never ask."

We parked the car in the same place as the night before, but this time we got there earlier. The sun sank behind the tree-tops and darkness enveloped us, though that was of little concern to me, since we were already hunkered down in position.

Three hours later, our legs cramping, and the chill of the May air infiltrating our bones, I saw the beast climb the hill. I tapped Stephanie, who lay next to me, and I looked through the night-vision lens of Walker's camera.

Bigfoot scanned the horizon, looked our way for a second, didn't spot us, and resumed his reconnoitre. As I continued to watch and occasionally snap a picture (I figured it was the least I could do considering what Walker had been through), Bigfoot reached into a furry hip pocket and produced a walkie-talkie.

I snapped three rapid pictures, thinking this boy had nothing on Kubrick's apes in
2001
.

"We just might have a fake here," I whispered.

"Let me see," Stephanie whispered back.

I handed her the camera, and she peered through the lens, saw him say something into the radio, and return it to its hiding place.

"Stay here," I said.

"Where are you going?"

"To end this," I said. "Get pictures, if you can do it without moving."

She nodded.

I edged out of our hiding place and around the base of the hill, the stale animal aroma from our last visit re-assaulting my nostrils. Bigfoot had his back to me. I got as close as I dared and sprang at him. He must have felt me coming because he turned just as I leapt, and instead of hitting him square in the back, I smacked him in the side, glanced off, rolled, and came up face to face with the giant.

He let loose with his most menacing roar and I grinned at him.

"That'd be good if you weren't just a seven-foot asshole in a Bigfoot suit."