Hellboy: The Lost Army (Novel) by Christopher Golden & Mike Mignola

Author:Christopher Golden & Mike Mignola
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Horror, Fiction
ISBN: 9781569711859
Publisher: Dark Horse
Published: 1997-07-15T13:51:16.856000+00:00

“Snakes,” Hellboy said with great disgust. “I hate snakes.”

“Jesus! Burke,” Meaney cursed. “He walked right into it.”

“You’re all going back,” Hellboy declared. “Right now. Back to the cave and then out of here. I should have come alone to begin with. I don’t know what I was thinking. I never work well in a group situation. Let’s go.”

“Just a moment,” Anastasia said, annoyed. “I’m in charge here, and I say nobody’s going anywhere.”

Hellboy pushed past Arun to take both of Anastasia’s hands in his own. In the dim glow of their flashlights, he looked into her eyes and saw fear and determination at war.

“’Stasia,” he said softly. “I know you have a lot of courage. You’re a tough woman, and you’ve been through a lot. But being down here is just asking for trouble. I know you think this has all been just like old times. I feel that way, too. But it isn’t really. It’s a lot more risky.”

“Well, why should we go back and you stay?” she asked.

“I’m a lot harder to kill than you are,” Hellboy answered.

Anastasia chuckled. “Lucky for you, or I’d have killed you long ago.”

Hellboy smiled, but behind him, Professor Lahiri grunted some noise of disapproval. That was enough for him. Obviously, Arun had feelings for Anastasia, but that was no reason to . . .

“Have you got something you want to say?” Hellboy snapped angrily.

Arun seemed fearful, but when he said, “No,” Hellboy knew he was lying. Professor Lahiri was a terrible liar.

“Let’s go,” Anastasia ordered, then turned to Carruthers and Meaney. “You know we can’t go down and get him. Is there anything you want to say about him now, or a prayer he might have liked?”

“Indeed,” Carruthers said softly. “An old Welsh blessing that Chris Burke particularly liked. ‘May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you’re dead, old friend.’”

“Now, madame, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stay with Hellboy,” Carruthers noted. “I’ve got a score to settle with whomever is responsible for this.”

Hellboy was about to argue, to insist that Carruthers go topside with the others, when he felt a sudden warmth and wetness at his hip. There was a muffled noise, as if someone were speaking through a gag. And in the canvas bag tied to his belt, something moved.

“Oh, I think I’m going to be . . . ,” Arun said. And then he was. Hellboy found the stench rather nauseating.

He opened the bag and before he could even pull out Lady Catherine’s head, she shrieked, “The door is disappearing!” and then the head was still. She was dead again.

“The door is . . . ,” Hellboy repeated.

Then he ran, hooves chipping stone, sending shattering echoes through the tunnel. Fifteen paces. Twenty paces. Thirty paces and he could see the green glow up ahead again.

“Wonderful,” Agent Meaney said behind him. “The entrance is gone, sealed up somehow. It’s like somebody slid that huge stone into the doorway, closing it up. But that’s ridiculous.

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