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      ‘ ANDERSON… ‘

Hand holds gun up, eyes down sight.

       ‘ JUDGMENT… ‘

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All so UNNECESSARY. It made her sick. Being a PSI Judge, she felt their pain––––her throat burned from their screams. MC-1 wasn’t so different from the Cursed Earth. A festering reminder of the atrocities EVERYONE was capable of.

“First degree murder of a Street Judge. Life in the ‘cubes.”

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Oh all the street lights May know your name Out in the moonlight Don't you feel no shame Oh don't you worry You little flame Baby all the street lights Will know your name

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Big brown eyes lifted from the furry creature purring in her lap to the two men standing before her. That’s what she saw. Men. Not freaks. Despite her busted lip, Cass smiled and when she smiled, she smiled with her whole heart. While scratching the back of Alfonso’s ears, Anderson lowered her mental shields. She let Abe search freely. It was the right thing to do. She was a stranger in their home. Although…there was a part of her that was afraid of what he might think. Her childhood and her home wasn’t for the faint of heart.

“Hi,” she replied in a soft voice mostly because it was hoarse from the elemental changes and her ordeal with the car. “I made sure he didn’t get wet. Wrapped him up in my towel.” Even though Cass’ fingers felt frozen to the bone, she wanted to make sure HB’s cat was comfortable. Selfless. 

“I’m not a new transfer. I, uh, I’m not from around here. There was an accident and I was brought here. By Manning.” She didn’t want to overwhelm them with all the details. 

Abe peaked her interest. He was a psychic like her. In all honesty she felt relieved to be around someone she could relate to. Cass stood and cradled the cat in her arms, towel still separating him from her wet clothes and skin. She took a few steps closer to Agent Hellboy. He towered over her, but she didn’t appear to be intimidated. She was fascinated. As she was about to hand over his cat, she noticed his wound. “Oh Stomm, are you okay?” From her height of five feet she tried to get a better look at his wound. She stood on tippy-toes and tried to get a better look. “I might have somethin’ in my belt for that. Helps with the swelling.” High tech MC-1 med kit. It always came in handy and although it was meant for Judges to use, she wouldn’t mind sharing. 

“The name’s Cass.” She held her hand out while managing to balance Alfonzo with one arm. She looked at them both, not sure who would shake her hand first.

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Hellboy braced himself, chin lifted up and face hard as the young woman looked up. Abe had the misfortune of his face not being as expressive, often being caught as simply stoic rather than the serenity the fishman blessed. But in times like this, Red would imagine, are the moments that he could set himself like Brother Blue.

Both were startled, Abe’s more clear through the tentative mental connection than Red’s sagging of his jaw. Both reactions lasted a moment, and Hellboy constructed that wall again to hide the uncertainty. Abe’s shields were lowered, though he never had much strength behind them. It was a rarity when he dealt with another telepath.  

Alfonso simply purred, taking all of the attention in stride and comfortable in the warm of lap and towel.

“No,” Hellboy said slowly, his tail still and held just above floor, “Don’t sound like you are … Manning?” Voice thick with skepticism, “So tall, belly hollering, threatening to close everything that isn’t by the book Manning?”

“Indeed,” Abe replied, helpfully, “The very same.”

“Huh.” Amber eyes watched the woman stand up slowly, not terribly shocked to see the woman wasn’t large. The uniform gave her some volume in theory, but there went that. Hellboy isn’t shocked.  "Bet he offered a great not-apology.“

Gaze flick up, remembering his hand, "Ah, yeah. Give it an hour of two and it’s fine. I ain’t…” The gaze settles back on the petite woman, “You’re carrying medical supplies?”

There is pause once more, though Abe seems to be the slightly more extroverted at the moment, “Abraham Sapien, pleasant to meet you Cass.” Webbed hand is offered to be shaken while Red transfered the ice pack from his good hand to his normal hand.

“Hellboy.” He offers, still unsure about Cass before him, “That’s Alfonso you’re holding.”

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He had his reasons. She’s sure he’s seen it before. A lost soul with nowhere to go being taken in and embraced only to betray and trick those who helped. But Anderson wasn’t like that. Not that she could flat out tell him. Words only did so much. The telepath, Abe, knew. But HB? He’d probably have to get used to her. She was on his stomping grounds. The Alpha male. 

“He hit me with his car,” she stated bluntly. She wasn’t shaken up by the incident. She was sore, but fine otherwise. There had been crazy d jumps before. This one just might be permanent. Cass fingered the cracked orb hidden in one of her belt pockets. It looked like onyx. Felt just as cold too. “Not that I blame him entirely. I jumped a dimension. I ended up here--on mistake--in the middle of the street. And he hit me. Nothin’ major. Just a busted lip and some bruising.” She was used to being roughed up. Had a high pain tolerance but boy was she looking forward to taking a shower and resting up.

“ ‘Course I carry med supplies. You don’t?” She was a Judge. A PSI. She couldn’t afford to be down long in the streets of MC-1. She inhaled and found it painful to do so. No speedheal here. Drokk.

The blonde took Abe’s webbed hand in hers and gave it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, too. I mean that.” She let go of his hand and nodded in Hellboy’s direction. “I’ve never met anyone else like me before. It’s a nice change. People like us? They’re thrown outside the wall. Mutie Land they call it. I’m the only one allowed in the city and that’s because I don’t make people sick with radiation and I’m an ace up their sleeve.” 

Her attention went back to the cat in her arms. She offered him back to his owner. “He found me. I’ve never seen a cat before. I have to admit he scared me a little at first. He’s a big sweetheart though.”

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Judge Cassandra Anderson Appreciation Post

THIS BADASS RIGHT HERE

THIS MY FRIENDS IS JUDGE MOTHERFUCKIN’ CASSANDRA ANDERSON

SHE’S A FUCKING TOUGH NUT BAMF WHO YOU DO NOT WANT TO CROSS IN A DARK ALLEYWAY OR CALL A BITCH BECAUSE SHE WILL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS

SHE WAS BORN IN SOME SHITTY APARTMENT COMPLEX AND WHEN SHE WAS A KID SHE LOST BOTH OF HER PARENTS TO RADIATION CANCER YET SHE STILL KEEPS ON SMILING

SHE PERFOMED BELOW AVERAGE IN HER JUDGE TRAINING BUT SHE PASSED ANYWAY BECAUSE SHE’S ONE OF THE MOST MOTHERFUCKING POWERFUL PSYCHICS THE ACADEMY HAS EVER CAME ACROSS

SHE WENT OUT ON HER FIRST MISSION WITH THE INFAMOUS DREDD TO INVESTIGATE A FUCKIN’ TRIPLE HOMICIDE AND SHE DID IT WITHOUT BLINKING

SHE CAN READ MINDS. SHE CAN FUCK WITH YOUR MIND, SHE CAN KICK ASS, SHE CAN MAKE FUCKING RAPIST MEN WHO SKIN PEOPLE PISS THEIR PANTS WITH FEAR AT HER PRESENCE

SHE LET A CRIMINAL GO BECAUSE SHE KNEW IT WASN’T HIS FAULT AND THAT HE WAS SCARED. SHE TOOK DOWN A DRUG LORD WITH A NORMAL ASSAULT RIFLE. SHE OPENLY DEFIED JUDGE DREDD

EVEN FUCKIN DREDD KNEW SHE WAS TOO FUCKING BADASS TO LET GO

WHEN SHE FINISHED HER MISSION AND SHE WAS FUCKING BLEEDING, SHE DENIED MEDICAL HELP

JUDGE CASSANDRA ANDERSON IS BETTER THAN YOU

YOU BETTER WATCH OUT

YOU BETTER NOT CRY

YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT I’M TELLING YOU WHY

JUDGE ANDERSON WILL FUCKING BREAK YOUR FACE

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I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a relationship is. They can love each other, but that doesn’t mean they get along or are happy all the time. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad and worried or fight. Them being happy and loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me.

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It had all started when she had confiscated the orb. Judge Death had been defeated again, but she had to go back and make sure. The orb was supposed to take her straight to his, or rather it’s location, but instead she ended up here in the middle of the street. 

The thunderstorm was intense; She’d never felt rain on her skin that didn’t burn. Cars had swerved to miss hitting her. All but one. She hit the hood and rolled off to the concrete below. The car ride was a blur, but the psi managed to convince the stressed out individual that she was no ordinary citizen. She was brought to Broom and looked at by some strange men to make sure she was physically alright. Just a few bruises and a split lip. Nothin’ to worry about.

Wet boots squeaked down the pristine hallways and a thick towel was wrapped around her small shoulders. Broom had been so warm. So understanding. The cup of cocoa warmed her naked hands; Gloves were stashed in one of her pockets. The fire she sat in front of during the deep conversation with Broom had stopped her shivering, but she’d feel much better once she found her room. It was short notice and she was starting to get turned around. 

Then she stopped dead in her tracks. What was that noise? A meow?

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Manning was in a mood. You can tell when he’s in a mood when IDs needed to be flashed like cheap magic tricks. Manning is fairly new though he’s not much younger than Pops, spent a few years in the FBI from the 60s on, so that might mean something. But then Pops dealt with World War Two and the Occult Wars and came out fine in the wash.

He tries not to laugh when one of the new kids asks for his ID, tail flicking with agitation as he rests a packet of ice on his eye with his right hand. Left hand waves the kid away and he knows that Abe is sighing somewhere. And good ol Brother Blue is probably digging out his ID despite no one in the world looks like either of them. 

It’s a rarity when he’s too sore to wait for Abe, but it’s one of those nights. The rain didn’t do much help at all with the Gowrow (which shouldn’t be so far East of Arkansas) and he is going to be sore in the morning. Without much thought, he pulls open the door to his chambers, knowing they’re going to change the lock in the next few hours.

Typical. He wasn’t even in the mood to leave HQ.

Suddenly, a blur of brown darted from the depths of his rooms, not even pausing to show affection. Freedom is on the whispered paws as it darts down the hallway and to just about anywhere. Heavy sigh escapes, “Crap.” Door is carefully shut, just in case if there are followers to the escape. 

Knowing his luck, it’s Alfonso. Alfonso is fearless and smart enough to be fearless and of all his cats that had to escape tonight, it was going to be this one. Clay would probably volunteer to go after Fonzie, but Fonzie will think it’s a game. No matter what the world thinks about cat behavior, there’s always an Alpha.

He catches Abe in the halls, and bless the guy, he waits for Red to explain, “Alfonso is off to found another colony in this place. Stupid cat. I’ll find him before something decides to eat him or even worse, one of the agent takes him home to the kids.”

Alfonso meows again, pawing delicately to the new human. He’s a large cat, suggesting Forest Cat heritage, though his coat and face shape wouldn’t be approved by any cattery as pure breed. Large lamp eyes study Cassandra and without hesitation the delicate walk becomes a trot, side arching against the strange human’s calf and purring, once again pleased he found territory that no one else in his pride could claim. Another musical meow leaves him and he looks up expectantly at Cassandra.

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The four legged creature frightened her at first. She let out a gasp and took a few steps back, fingers tightening around the coca in her hands careful not to spill it. Was this what she thought it was? A cat? A real cat? Her pulse escalated and she stood there, frozen for a good minute or two before she slowly sat down. 

It was a cat, but it was just a cat. 

A beautiful one, too. She set the cocoa aside and took the towel from her wet shoulders and fluffed it properly before draping it over her lap and chest. She didn’t want to get this magnificent creature wet. As if on cue, the animal stepped on top of her like a piece of furniture before settling in her lap. A shaking hand reached out to stroke it’s fur.

“Well hi there,” her soft voice echoed through the halls. “What’s your name?” A smile graced her lips. “My name’s Cassandra but you can call me Cass,” she whispered as if the animal could understand her. “I’ve never seen a cat in person before,” she spoke in a hushed tone as she stroked the soft fur. 

Anderson was blissfully oblivious to the fact that Red and Brother Blue weren’t far. She was in her own little world, stroking an animal that had long been extinct where she was from. And the little guy purred, rubbing his scent wherever he could.

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“Have you thought of a bell, Red?” The voice was cut and clear down the hallway, akin to parent reminding their child to pick up all their toys with exasperated fondness. The foot steps far lighter than the agent beside him. The breathing apparatus had been removed, the fish man close enough to his tank for it to be necessary. 

The deeper voice was agitated in the echoes of their distance. “Yeah, I have, if we weren’t housed so closed to the Weird and Wonderful all the kids would one. But, we got mothmen slumming it near by and those brass things ain’t church bells.”

“I have researched cat behavior, and I assure you, Alfonso must be-” There’s pause from the lighter voice, a sudden flutter of thoughts scattering across Cassandra’s brain. Cautious, but not entirely hostile. But he had been too late as two figures turned the corners. 

Hellboy caught the pause in his partner in crime’s tone, ice still held to injury, amber eyes turning from willowy fishman to the figure down the hall. The clothes reminded him of the Feds, though he didn’t recognize the figure with golden hair who sat in the middle of the hallway. He stops on booted feet, tail frozen as thoughts run and hammer away. Pops didn’t tell him about  new transfer and as he studied the petite form.

Abe, bless his scaly soul, spoke first. “Oh, hello.”

Two words were enough to break the ice, and it came quicker when he recognized the furry figure curled up in the woman’s lap. Despite agitation, and so much discomfort, Red coughed, “So did the Professor find a cat whisperer here?" 

Pops had to tell the new gal about he and Abe, right?

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Big brown eyes lifted from the furry creature purring in her lap to the two men standing before her. That’s what she saw. Men. Not freaks. Despite her busted lip, Cass smiled and when she smiled, she smiled with her whole heart. While scratching the back of Alfonso’s ears, Anderson lowered her mental shields. She let Abe search freely. It was the right thing to do. She was a stranger in their home. Although...there was a part of her that was afraid of what he might think. Her childhood and her home wasn’t for the faint of heart.

“Hi,” she replied in a soft voice mostly because it was hoarse from the elemental changes and her ordeal with the car. “I made sure he didn’t get wet. Wrapped him up in my towel.” Even though Cass’ fingers felt frozen to the bone, she wanted to make sure HB’s cat was comfortable. Selfless. 

“I’m not a new transfer. I, uh, I’m not from around here. There was an accident and I was brought here. By Manning.” She didn’t want to overwhelm them with all the details. 

Abe peaked her interest. He was a psychic like her. In all honesty she felt relieved to be around someone she could relate to. Cass stood and cradled the cat in her arms, towel still separating him from her wet clothes and skin. She took a few steps closer to Agent Hellboy. He towered over her, but she didn’t appear to be intimidated. She was fascinated. As she was about to hand over his cat, she noticed his wound. “Oh Stomm, are you okay?” From her height of five feet she tried to get a better look at his wound. She stood on tippy-toes and tried to get a better look. “I might have somethin’ in my belt for that. Helps with the swelling.” High tech MC-1 med kit. It always came in handy and although it was meant for Judges to use, she wouldn’t mind sharing. 

“The name’s Cass.” She held her hand out while managing to balance Alfonzo with one arm. She looked at them both, not sure who would shake her hand first.

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