The Subdark Emissary Chap. 10

Chapter 10 – Bomb of Destruction</i>

The amphibian-like Abraham “Abe” Sapien sat peacefully in the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense library, seemingly enjoying a good book by a Mr. Lovecraft; but in reality was attempting to solve a Rubik’s Cube. Thirty years and only solved two sides, he’ll have you yet! His concentration broke and dropped the Cube as the B.P.R.D. building trembled. “Oh, even when Hellboy isn’t here there’s always some sort of trouble,” Abe sighed, picking up his Cube and placing it on a tabletop as he walked out of the comfortable library.

Outside the wood-coated library was hallways of cold metal as Abe sauntered down them. He finally located what he was looking for, a computer on a wall with numerous screens of various rooms. Ignoring those, Abe brought up one of the outside. It seemed to be snowing. Abe raised an eyelid and turned to a conveniently-placed calendar beside the computer to make sure he wasn’t being fooled; it was July. To much of his surprise, the “snowflakes” grouped together and formed a solid being. “Heartless,” Abe gasped. Something glinted on the screen. “What was that?” Typing rapidly, Abe focused the screen on where it glinted. He narrowed his eyes. “Is that…a bomb?!”

The Monster Minister floated silently in the air as his little Kuriboh minions inserted their arms into the Subdark Bomb, activating its countdown. The Kuribohs looked to each other briefly and dropped their heads. The Monster Minister turned away and flew up. The Bomb went off; the Subdark orb growing large and dragging everything within its radius in.

Horrified, Abe scrambled down another hallway. Upon reaching a keypad, Abe quickly punched in a code of digits. Beside the keypad was a palm scanner and he placed his hand on it. Sidestepping, Abe placed himself before a retina scan. Suddenly, red lights flashed and klaxons blared as a laser gun dropped down from the ceiling and directed itself at Abe. Its red light focused on his forehead and he yelped, “Agent Number 555243!”

The laser promptly disappeared back into its socket as an unnoticeable plate slid up on the wall above the keypad a la Star Trek, revealing a variety of guns to choose from. A feminine voice greeted, “Welcome, Mr. Sapien. Good hunting.”

“These security precautions, honestly,” Abe groaned as he rolled his eyes, grabbing two semi-automatic pistols, an uzi, a shotgun and a submachine gun.

A large, foot-thick, steel-locked door exploded clean out of its frame. Abe, used to this sort of thing by now, turned and saw a series of Bandit and Luna Bandit Heartless invading the B.P.R.D. base. “Good thing it’s Independence Day,” Abe said, offhandedly making a reference to a certain movie also featuring a secret area. Honestly, folks, if I have to explain these damn references it won’t be funny. You hear me? NOT FUNNY!

Abe looked around him confusedly. “Why do I have a strange feeling that I was part of an utterly ridiculous, fourth wall-breaking gag?” Ignoring it for now, Abe fired his two semi-automatics at the Heartless. The Heartless, never having faced a real-life weapon before, were caught off-guard by the swift bullets impaling their bodies. One Bandit touched its open wound and stared at its purplish blood. The Heartless screamed like a woman and promptly dropped dead.

Abe fought he way through the waves and waves of Heartless as he reached outside. Luckily, the Subdark space’s radius hadn’t reached the B.P.R.D. building. “Oh, this doesn’t look good at all,” he whispered as he approached the Subdark orb while still keeping his distance.

“Spiral Twister!”

“Feather Strike!”

Abe turned his head and swiftly jumped aside as a spinning, green flame and spinning blade-sharp feather hit the ground where he was standing just moments ago. Abe held up his uzi at two strange bird-like creatures flapping in the air over a young woman in blue with long red hair. “Biyomon, Hawkmon, don’t stop!” the young woman said. “He’s one of the Subdark generals!”

“Subdark generals?” Abe repeated.

“Right, Gwen!” Biyomon chirped, nodding.

“Most grieving,” Hawkmon sighed.

Abe set down his gun and held up a hand. “I assure you, I am not your enemy!”

“Prove it,” the young woman named Gwen demanded.

Abe held up his uzi again. The three of them gasped and flinched. He fired his weapon – destroying three Luna Bandits about to attack the girl and two Digimon. Gwen turned and saw the dissipating Heartless. “Huh, that works.” She gasped. “Watch out!” Two glowing purple disks formed in her hands and she tossed them, slicing the head off a Fat Bandit Heartless.

“Thank you,” Abe said and walked to the three. “Perhaps you can inform me of what is happening?”

“A whole bunch of Heartless is invading the world!” Biyomon said, panicky. “Heartless are…”

“I am aware what Heartless are,” he assured her. “Continue.”

Gwen continued, “A group of people called the Subdark generals were the ones who unleashed the Heartless, and they have built these bombs that created, well, you can see for yourself.” She gestured to the Subdark space. “They stole my grandpa’s motor home…” She saw Abe’s bewildered look on his face. “Long story. In a nutshell, his motor home is full of high-tech alien machinery and they’ve converted it into a massive airship as their main mode of transporting these Subdark Bombs. I ran into these two as I was looking to recover my grandpa’s RV.”

“This is strange,” Abe said, placing his hand on his chin. “I have heard of the Subdark before, but never have I ever heard of such a device that could bring the Subdark here.”

“Or maybe it’s bringing our world there!” Biyomon spoke up.

“That’s silly,” Gwen said. “Why would these guys want to bring out world into the Subdark?”

“That might not be entirely unsound,” Abe said; Biyomon smiled smugly at Gwen. “I have read of a legend, a legend of a being that solely existed in the Subdark; a lonely being that sought a new plane for its home.”

“You think that this thing is trying to take our world?” Hawkmon asked.

“Perhaps,” Abe said. “But it’s nothing I can confirm.”

“Well, it’s something,” Gwen said. “But, in the mean time, our main priority is to get back my grandpa’s RV before it can spread more of the Subdark.”

Abe nodded. “Right.”

“Look!” Hawkmon yelled, pointing into the distance. Everyone turned and squinted their eyes. A good kilometer away was the Monster Minister floating to Gwen and Ben’s grandpa’s airship.

“It’s the Monster Minister!” Gwen shouted. She hopped into the air and landed on a larger purple disk as a platform. She held out her hand for the others. “Get on!”

The Monster Minister floated through the air, in the deepest thought, but ceased as it heard something approached. Turning around, it saw the speeding platform with its passengers of Gwen, Abe, Biyomon and Hawkmon. The Minister pushed a button, creating a com-link between him and the airship. “I’m being followed,” he said in a deep and commanding voice.

“Ugh, can’t you do anything right?” the Digimon Emperor’s voice grumbled from the link. “All right, I’m sending something down.” The Monster Minister disconnected the link and actually looked disappointed.

“We’re almost there,” Gwen said.

“Can’t this thing move any faster?” Biyomon griped.

“Now, now, Biyomon,” Hawkmon chided. “There is no need to rush. After all, it was the tortoise that won the race.”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “I’m just saying there’s this giant centipede-like Heartless on our tail.”

Everyone’s eyes shot open and looked back. Slithering rapidly behind them was the long Pot Centipede Heartless with a body of pots. Gwen held out her hands and lowered the platform; everyone hopped off and readied themselves. Biyomon and Hawkmon flew straight for the Centipede, narrowly avoiding its electrified antenna. With the two Digimon keeping the Heartless preoccupied, Gwen and Abe unloaded their ranged attacks and destroyed part of the Centipede’s potted body. Realizing their plan, the Pot Centipede raised its lower half and the antenna in its rear end stunned Biyomon and Hawkmon. “No!” Gwen yelled.

“This is growing dangerous,” Abe said, reaching behind his back. “It’s time to up our ante.” He pulled out his Smash Ball and tossed it into the air. Spinning his semi-automatic, Abe pulled the trigger and shattered the Smash Ball. Abe spread out his hands and raised them, water emerging from the ground until it was twenty feet deep. The Pot Centipede floated helplessly in the water as Abe was in his element. Swimming with incredible speed, Abe threw multiple, lightning-fast punches at the Heartless as he swam past it. Abe swam down to the ground as the water drained back into the earth and the Pot Centipede was destroyed.

“All right, Abe!” Biyomon cheered as she latched onto the merman for hug.

“No time for that, look!” Abe pointed up at the rising Monster Minister with yet another Subdark Bomb. Abe pulled out his shotgun and fired, but the Minister easily evaded it. Shotguns are meant for close range. Gwen, Biyomon, and Hawkmon chased after the Minister into the air. Knowing that they’re coming, he pushed a button and twin laser guns popped out the bottom of his platform. The lasers guns fired and nailed the two Digimon right in the chests. Biyomon and Hawkmon fell out of the sky as Abe ran underneath them and caught them. The laser guns, however, were having difficulty hitting Gwen, until one finally destroyed her floating disk. Gwen landed on her feet and cursed. The Monster Minister was going to get away with the Bomb.

“Hello, Father,” a deep and gruff voice greeted the Minister sardonically. The Minister turned his sight to his front and saw a large, red demon hanging onto the Subdark Bomb, puffing away on a fine Cuban cigar. Hellboy smirked, “You’ve sinned.” Pulling back his enormous stone right fist, Hellboy punched it straight into the Bomb. The Minister, startled by Hellboy’s appearance, dropped the destroyed Bomb and the demonic prince to the ground and floated into the vacating airship.

“About time you got here, Red,” Abe said, catching up with his fellow agent.

“I like to make an entrance,” Hellboy shrugged. He stared at Gwen, Biyomon, and Hawkmon. “Who’re your friends?”

“I’m Gwen Tennyson,” she said. “And this is Biyomon and Hawkmon. We were trying to stop the Monster Minister.”

“You don’t say,” he responded. “Well, it looks like we’re in it together ‘til it’s done, huh?” They nodded. The five of them looked out into the horizon at the escaping RV airship, each thinking the same thing: They have to stop the Subdark from spreading.