Part 2

“YAH!” May’s leg made contact with the large punching bag once more. The bag swung side to side from the strain of every blow the teen inflicted upon its black surface. Ever since she had recovered from her injuries she had started to train like her father. Of course he usually lifted weights and the like while she chose a more agile approach. After giving the bag a good spin-kick, May took a deep breath before letting her right leg coast back to the padded floor. Sweat trickled down her forehead and off of her chin. She had been at that danm punching bag for what seemed like hours to her aching muscles. The red demon reached for her water bottle and squirted some of the cool liquid into her mouth before grabbing a towel to dab at her forehead. Ugh… She smelled like sweat. Shuddering, she headed for the door and down the hall where her room was located. She’d grab some clothes, have a nice hot shower, and be a lazy ass the rest of the day. Yeeeeah, life was good. May stretched her arms into the sky before entering her room and getting an outfit together. It was surprising that she was actually having a good day. It didn’t happen frequently. The teen’s grin broadened as she opened the bathroom door and got ready for a shower.

“May!” The demon child paused as she pulled her shirt over her head to look at the door. Hadly, the one who had called out her voice and knocked on the bathroom door knocked again. “Hurry up! Another mission just came up!” Quickly May jumped around until her skater pants were on before opening the door and looking up at her caretaker.

“What is it? What happened?” The small teen snatched her brush from the vanity and started to comb her hair, waiting for Hadly to explain.

“I’ll explain it in your room.” Hadly snatched her arm and practically pulled her to her room. “You get ready while I fill you in.” May scrambled over to her dresser one they had entered her room and started to put on the usual outfit she wore to missions as the young man turned on the television and began to instruct on what the mission was all about. “You know about that Black Magician guy, right?” The red demon paused, having forgotten all about the encounter she had with Yasashiku, the boy she thought was the magician thief about a week ago.

“Yeah, I know who your talking about… Why?” May looked over her shoulder at her caretaker while pulling on her gloves.

“You also remember about The Werewolves Claw I told you about a few days ago, right?” May nodded and sat on the edge of her bed to pull on and buckle her boots. “Well…” Hadly stepped aside so he wasn’t blocking the TV and turned the volume up.

A news reporter appeared on the television screen, standing just outside the New York museum holding a microphone. “Just mere minutes ago we received an anonymous tip that The Black Magician would steal the new artifact on exhibit tonight called The Werewolves Claw.” The reporter continued to fill in details of The Werewolves Claw and The Black Magician and May draped on her hooded cloak and lifted her raven locks out of it’s way before turning to Hadly.

“So we’ve gotta stop him from taking it because if he carelessly gets scratched by it, we’ll have a werewolf to kill.” The red teen snapped on her belt and looked up at her caretaker who was now standing at the door.

“Bingo.” Both took off out of May’s room towards the large garbage truck that was parked out back. HellBoy and the others had already gathered there waiting for Hadly and May. The large, red demon growled when they finally arrived, picking his daughter up and lifting her into the back of the truck.

“Took ya long enough.”

“Hey, I had to run out of the shower just to get ready. Unlike some people, I don’t go around being stinky.” May smirked and her father punched her lightly in the arm.

It wasn’t long until the crowd surrounding the New York museum parted to make way for the large garbage truck. May stared out of glass on the side of the truck that separated her from all the humans outside and let out a sigh before grabbing her gun and a few stun bullets. I wonder if I should tell Dad and the others that I think I know who The Black Magician is… The small demon rested her hand gun inside it’s halter on her belt before turning back to her father. “Shoot with only stun bullets, right?”

“Yup!” HellBoy loaded his own gun before standing. The large garbage truck pulled up to the back of the museum and the back door opened so that the B.P.R.D members could get out. Once inside the museum, all the members that were attending the mission surrounded the case that held The Werewolves Claw. May positioned herself right next to it, sitting on a chair with her legs outstretched and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Did he leave a time he was going to try and steal this thing on the note her left or whatever?” May looked through the glass case to her father’s large form on the other side. HellBoy shifted his weight as he leaned on the wall behind him.

“Yeah, at about… 1am.” May huffed and looked at her watch. 12:45. Wiggling in her seat, she stared at the ground until she heard her father state that everyone should look alive since it was 12:55. The red teen got to her feet and pulled her gun from its holster.

Sure enough five minutes later a round, steel ball fell from out of nowhere and landed on the tiled floor with a light clink. Smoke then began to pour out from the sphere. HellBoy and May put their arms to their faces and backed up until the smoke cleared. All of the men that had been on guard were fast asleep on the floor. Sleeping gas. What’s so magical about that? The red demon glared at the form that appeared out of the cloud of smoke. The Black Magician.

“Greetings, audience! It appears that I have two special guests with me tonight!” A smirk crossed his tanned features, his lone blue eye staring at HellBoy and May who were on either side of the glass case that kept The Werewolves Claw.

“May! Don’t let him get the claw!” May nodded and jumped in front of the case as her father charged directly at the young magician. The Black Magician spun around just in time to avoid HellBoy’s lumbering form and kicked him in the back with his foot. The large demon stumbled after not hitting his target and quickly spun around, pulling out his gun.

“Pick a card!” Before he could react a fountain of cards spewed from the magician’s black sleeve. HellBoy stopped and used his large, brick arm to block the barrage. But as the cards got closer, they seemed to grow as big as he was. Even though he kept telling himself it was merely an illusion, the large cards plowed HellBoy down until he was underneath a mountain of large playing cards. The Black Magician then turned to May who was in a fighting stance.

“YAH!” May charged, pulling her gun out as she did so.

“Tut, tut! I need a lovely assistant don’t I?” With a smirk, the thief pulled another sphere from his pocket and threw it at May’s feet, causing her to instinctively stop and use her arms to block her face. As the smoke cleared, the purpose of the bomb was revealed.

The red teen let out an ear-piercing scream as she looked down, now wearing a skanky play bunny suit along with fake bunny ears on top of her head. Frantically she dropped her gun and blushed a bright red despite her skin colour while trying to hide her revealed skin. The Black Magician gave out a laugh, now looking down from the roof with The Werewolves Claw in hand.

“You really do make a lovely assistant, HellGirl!” With that he was off. May let out a growl, forgetting about the ridiculous outfit she was in. Quickly she snatched her gun and ran towards the back door. At that time HellBoy poked his head from the mountain of cards and looked at his daughter’s fleeting form.

“Where did he go?!”

May didn’t bother to look back as she exited the building. “I think I know where he’s headed!”

The sparsely dressed demon leaped from building to building until she lost the magician’s trail. Standing on the edge of an old abandoned apartment building, she looked over what was in front of her gun in hand. May looked down at an old shack and got an idea. Leaping down, she walked in front of the downtrodden house and looked at the ground. Sure enough there were fresh footprints in the dirt that lead to the house entrance. The teen smirked and kicked open the already broken door. The high heels she was wearing clicked every time they made contact with the broken wood that was once used as floorboards.

“I know you’re in here!” May took another step and screamed as the floor gave way. The red demon tumbled down until she landed hard on her rear end on a dirt floor. Looking around she saw graffiti filled walls and old beer cans left from some party long ago.

“It’s rude to drop in on me like that.”

May spun her head around to see The Black Magician leaning against an old wooden table, The Werewolves Claw sitting on top of the table next to him. The teen glared back at him before pushing herself to a standing position. Her black hair was filled with wood chips and her outfit and red skin was covered in dirt from her fall. “Too bad for you that I can run in high heels.” She smirked, pointing the gun at him with one hand.

The young thief raised his hands as if in defeat. “Yes. Poor me.” He then looked up at her, his one blue eye glinting in the moonlight that came through the broken floorboards. “I was wondering…” He crossed his arms on his chest and stood up straight. “Why is the oh so famous HellBoy and HellGirl guarding something like this?” The magician stood to the side to reveal The Werewolves Claw.

May shifted her feet before lowering her gun. Was she aloud to give out such information? Though if she told him, he might give the claw back to her… “Because whoever gets scratched by its claws turns into a werewolf. And we really don’t need a wolf thief running around the streets of New York.”

“Oh really?” The Black Magician pulled off one of his black, silk gloves and looked towards May with a smirk. “And you believe that such things exist? Merely fairy tales.” The demon gasped as the thief pressed his finger in to one of the sharp claws until it drew blood.

“You idiot!” May took a step closer before stopping once she heard the young man chuckle.

“It’s rather amusing that someone as smart as you would believe in such a thing. The only creatures out of fairy tales that exists is you and your father.” The magician slid his glove back on, ignoring the blood that ran down his finger. May let one hand off of her gun, arms swinging to her sides. Were they wrong? He’s not turning into a werewolf… Suddenly the thief fell to his knees and let out a groan. May panicked and ran to his side, leaning down next to him.

“I told you!” His blue eye looked up at her through the hole in the skull mask that constantly covered his face.

“It was probably just tipped with poison or something… Werewolves don’t exist.” May’s face turned cold as she forced the thief’s shoulders up until he was looking at her.

“Yes they do. Everything in fairy tales exists! I exist, vampires exist, and werewolves! I’ve even fought Anubis!” The young man just snorted before clutching his stomach in pain. “See?! I’ve got to get you to The B-“ May paused, thinking of the consequences of taking a human into The B.P.R.D… But then again they’d have to deal with a wandering werewolf. “Ugh, fuck it.” The small teen yanked off The Black Magician’s cape and used it as a carrying case for the claw before looking back at the magician who was now covered in sweat. “As much as you hate it, you’re coming home with me.”

“What? No! I’m fine!” Despite his pain, he tried to protest as May started to pick him up. May let out a loud growl and looked around. Finding a piece of broken glass on the ground, she held it up to him.

“Nice ears, wolf boy.”

“AH!” The young thief slapped the piece of glass from the demon’s hand and back up against the table. “Just an illusion of the poison!” Reaching up with a gloved hand he felt his ears. Sure enough they were larger, pointed, and were covered in a little bit of black fur. “YAH!” While he was panicking, May swept him up in a piggy back and snatched the balled up werewolf claw before she started to run up the half broken stairs that lead to the first floor of the broken down building. She wouldn’t be able to leap roves since she carried so much weight on her back. As May did her best to keep to the back allies, she could feel every change The Black Magician went through as she carried him.

“Don’t tell anyone who I am, May…” He coughed away from her face as he used her shoulder as a chin rest.

“Ha! I knew you were Yasashiku!” Yasashiku grumbled. His top hat had fallen off a long while ago as they had started running, his ears were now on top of his head and covered in black fur. “Don’t worry, you can stay with me until we find a cure or… Whatever…” May rounded a corner and stared ahead. They’d have to run across a lit street to get to The B.P.R.D that was on the other side. “Hold on, Yasashiku!” The red teen crouched before darting across the somewhat deserted street and through the bars that surrounded The B.P.R.D. “Dad!” May ran to the back where her father and the others were getting out of the garbage truck and stopped, panting. “I got The Werewolves Claw and The Black Magician.”

“Well I’ll be danmed…” HellBoy took the cape and opened it. Sure enough, May’s gun and the claw were inside. He then directed his attention to the young man on his back, noticing his ears. “Lemme guess, the dumbass got scratched.”

“Yup.”

The large demon sighed before handing the possessions to Hadly, who was staring at May’s outfit and ready to pop into thousands of questions. HellBoy then picked Yasashiku off of May’s back and started to carry him inside. As they made their way to the medical room, Hadly once again turned to May.

“Where in the hell did you get that horrible outfit?”

“Huh?” May looked down, realizing she was still in the horribly revealing bunny suit.  “Oh my god!” Screaming and blushing, she took off in front of everyone else and bolted to her room. The others couldn’t help but laugh.

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May appeared in the medical room in her usual clothes and sat on the bench next to her father. “How’s dog boy?” Abe looked up from cutting off the rest of the tuxedo that had ripped when Yasashiku’s body had grown larger.

“Considering the fact that he’s now a werewolf, very well.”

The young magician was now completely transformed. His body was coated in black hair and he looked like a classic werewolf. Yasashiku let out a growl. “How long is this going to last?” Abe blinked, tilting his head to the side.

“Well… Until we figure out how to reverse the effects.”

The black werewolf moaned and put a furred arm over his eyes. HellBoy looked over to his daughter. “You should go get your new friend some clothes.” May gave an evil smirk.

“He could always wear that bunny suit he made me wear.” Yasashiku’s visible blue eye widened as he looked over to the red demon. May just laughed before standing and running out of the room.

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“How do they fit?” May peeked into her room to spot the black werewolf wearing a large olive green hoodie and khaki skater shorts with a hole cut out for his tail.

“Not bad.” Yasashiku looked up at her from his position on the edge of May’s bed. The only way you could tell it was still him was from his voice, eyes, and the longer black hair that was once the only hair on his head. The red demon walked over to him and patted his large shoulder.

“Don’t worry. It’s not that bad here…” The werewolf looked down at the ground, May let out a sigh before smiling again. “We’ll find a cure for you. Can’t keep your parents waiting that long, right?”