| September 24, 1996
“Brooklyn, how are you doing?”
Xanatos asked as the young gargoyle walked into his office.
“Ok all things considered.”
The fact that Brooklyn hadn’t
even bothered to make a wisecrack did not go unnoticed by the multi-billionaire.
Turning the large computer monitor that sat on his desk around so that
it was facing Brooklyn, David Xanatos began with a question.
“Do you know what all these
red dots on this map represent?”
“No I can’t say I do.”
“They represent places where
there has been some type of physical evidence of a gargoyle.”
“Gargoyles like us?”
Brooklyn asked as he estimated there were about two-dozen red dots on the
“No, more like the none
turning to stone during the day variety. Sound familiar?”
“You mean all these gargoyles,
are like Rick? That they claim to have been humans before.”
“That is as yet unknown.
But its something that I think we would all be interested in finding out.”
“So why tell me and not
Goliath about this?”
“I did, and we came up with
a plan to find out. That’s where you come in.”
“Is this another one of
your plots? I bet you really didn’t tell Goliath.”
Sighing, Xanatos decided
to change tactics. “Brooklyn, I’ll cut right to the chase.
Right now you are not a real popular guy among the clan. Goliath
was this close to throwing you out of the clan.” David held up his
thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart.
“He was?” Brooklyn
asked in surprise, a small knot forming in his stomach.
“The only thing that saved
you was the fact that you would be at the mercy of the world, and he couldn’t
bring himself to do it. But I think sending you out on your own would
be a good thing.”
Three days later, as Brooklyn double-checked
the pack with his gear, the rest of the clan gathered on the western most
tower of castle Wyvern.
“Man, you’re going to have
so much fun. Be sure you keep us up to date on your adventures.”
Lexington said as he helped Brooklyn to finish packing.
“Take care of yourself out
there.” Broadway said.
Turning to face him; Brooklyn
offered his hand and said “No hard feelings then?”
“Nah, we’re rookery brothers.
I can’t hold a grudge.” As he took Brooklyn’s arm.
“You be careful out there.”
Elisa said as she hugged Brooklyn.
“That goes double for me.”
Added Angela, as she did like wise and at the last second added a small
peck to the side of his beak.
“Whatever you find out there
lad, remember, as long as you face it like a gargoyle, you’ll do ok.”
“I’ll remember that Hudson.”
Appearing from the stairway
of the tower, the Xanatos family made their entrance.
“Before you leave Brooklyn,
I hope you will accept this small gift from my family.” David said
as he handed an envelope to the gargoyle.
“There is a thousand dollars
in small bills, a debit card and a credit card, and a phone card.
Feel free to use it anytime.”
“Thank you.” Brooklyn
“It’s so hard to shop for
a gargoyle, we decided that in this case cash was the best gift.”
Fox said with a wink. “Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”
“Bye bye.” Added Alexander.
Sensing that everyone else had
said his or her piece, Goliath thought now was the proper time for him
“Brooklyn, you know we will
be worried about you while you are gone…”
“I know I know, be careful…”
Holding up his hand to stop
Brooklyn, Goliath finished what he was going to say. “Yes be careful.
But I also want you to know that no matter what happens, I trust you will
make us proud by doing the right thing.”
Brooklyn said as he accepted his leaders out stretched hand.
“Since its not even October
yet the days are still longer than the nights. You had better get going
lad and make use of the night as best you can.”
Nodding his head, Brooklyn
picked up his gear, slung it across his back, said his final goodbye then
jumped off in to the night sky.
October 25, 1996
Damn, Rick thought, we’ve been
on the run for the past two months now and we keep getting chased by who
ever it is that’s hunting us. I’m left with no choice then; we need
to find some allies, some strong friends. And the closest and strongest
one I can think of is Goliath’s clan. But I would rather not do that,
the clan will accept them just like they did me, but Goliath will try to
assert himself as our leader. But at the least it would ensure my
guys had a warm, dry, safe, place to stay.
Just then Rick’s attention
was brought back to the present by a sight that he wasn’t sure was there.
It looked like a gargoyle, but the darkness of the night made him not sure
if he had even seen it. Besides no one from Goliath’s clan would
be this far from the city. Watching the unknown gargoyle
land below, Rick indicated for Harper to join him. After quickly
explaining his plan, Rick swooped down to where the other gargoyle stood.
As the two gargoyles faced
each other in the small clearing they had both landed in, Rick did a quick
once over of his potential threat. The first thing he noticed was
that the gun that was strapped to its leg did a lot to steal Rick’s advantage
of numbers. The squad had been out of ammunition for the past few weeks
“My name is Rick.
Who are you?” He asked taking control of the situation.
“My name is Demona,” The female
gargoyle said with a certain amount of seductive slowness as she stepped
in to the moonlight. “And I think we have a lot we can offer one
One month and a thousand miles away.
“Lets go, lets go. You’ve
got four minutes left. You had better move faster.” Rick shouted.
Running past him carrying
sandbags from one corner of the gymnasium to the center of the room, Rick’s
Roughwings, as they had started calling themselves, were receiving a real
“Very good guys, you managed
to pile all the sandbags with five seconds to spare. Still you did
meet the standard.” Rick said as he climbed to the top of the sandbag
pile. “Now for the fun part. The name of the game is king of
the hill. The rules are simple; knock me from the top of this pile.
The only other rule is that it’s all fun and games until someone losses
an eye. You think you can handle that?”
Looking at their leader
for a second, the remaining gargoyles looked at each other before charging
up the sandbag pile at once.
His attention distracted
by the simultaneous attacks from Harper and Hannibal, Rick was caught by
surprised when Athena snuck behind him and gave a quick yank on his tail.
Unfortunately for her, she lost her balance and fell down the sandbag pile
and landed on her back. Taking advantage of his being off balance,
Harper and Hannibal managed to push Rick off the mound and watched as he
fell and landed with his face right between Athena’s breast’s.
Quickly standing up, Rick
knew that he had to do something to regain his dignity quickly as he watched
Harper, Hannibal, Duke, and Machiavelli laughing uncontrollably.
“Atten Hut!” He shouted.
“Every one that laughed at this little misfortune, run a lap around the
gym and then knock out ten push ups.”
Once the other Roughwings
had started running their laps, Rick helped Athena to her feet.
“Sorry about that, kind
of embarrassing wasn’t it.”
“Yeah, but maybe next time
you shouldn’t do it with such a large audience.” She retorted playfully.
“I’ll have to keep that
in mind.” Rick said with less amusement.
Watching a short distance away
stood two gargoyles, one a lean and attractive female. The other
was a male that stood nearly as large as Goliath, but with a much less
personable disposition. His brown hair and grayish green skin contrasted
against his partners red hair and blue skin. The scar that ran down
his right pectoral muscle contrasted against her flawlessly smooth skin.
“Are you sure this is a
good idea?” Aries asked Demona as they watched from an overhead observation
“Yes, just look at them,
they have a real loyalty for Rick. The harder he pushes them, the
harder they work. Plus you must admit, he is quite skilled in both
armed and unarmed combat and has taught them quite well. As I hear
it, he beat you by a good margin in a shooting contest.”
“A weapon is one thing.
But the true test of a warrior comes from defeating his enemy with his
own hands. Just look at them, running around with sandbags, now wrestling
around with each other. I still say you should have made me their
leader and not left Rick in his place.” Aries said with barely hidden
“Why Aries, what’s the matter,
having a spat of inferiority complex? Don’t you see what he is doing,
first he tires them out with exercise, then he builds up their spirit with
a little bit of play. Is that why you’re in such a foul mood, you
weren’t invited to play in their games?”
“No, I just disagree with
“I also hear that Rick has
a special nickname for you too. What is it he calls you, Sarge?”
The low growl of irritation
that came from his throat gave Demona all the answer she needed.
Now all she had to do was find out why Rick calls him that.
Later that day, Harper stood
at the doors leading in to Demona’s office. He didn’t know why she
wanted to see him, but it must have been important if she couldn’t wait
for Rick to return from the weapons evaluation that he was doing for her.
Knocking twice, he was greeted with a pleasant voice telling him to enter.
“Harper, please sit down.”
Demona indicated toward a seat that was in front of her desk. “I
just wanted a chance to talk to you one on one, to get to know you a little
“What would you like to
“You're pretty loyal to
Rick aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
“What about me?”
“I didn’t know loyalty to
you was required.”
“Its not. But Rick
must have done something right to earn your trust and respect, I just wanted
to know what it was so I could do the same.”
“You make it sound as if
you want to buy my loyalty.”
“Not in the least.
I just wonder what leadership skills he has that I might be able to learn.”
“In that case, its a simple
thing, he made us feel like a family, and taught us that there is more
to life than being a soldier. For example, I have learned a lot about
music from him, both how to play and how to appreciate it. If I’m
not mistaken, is that not Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D Minor you have
playing in the background?”
“Ahh, I see.” Walking
over to the wet bar she kept in her office, Demona began to fix her self
a scotch and water. “Would you care for a drink?”
“No thank you. I’m
still on duty.”
“Then maybe you can answer
a question for me. I heard that Rick has a special nickname for Aries.
I was wondering why does he call him Sarge?”
With a slight smile Harper
said, “Only if you answer me a question first.”
“What is your question?”
“Does it irrate Aries when
he’s called Sarge?”
“Yes it does.” Demona
said as she sat on the edge of her desk, letting a lot of her thigh show.
Chuckling a little before
responding, Harper explained the story of Rick and Sergeant, and how Aries
looked a lot like Sergeant did.
“I see.” Demona said
as she walked behind Harper. “But why else would Rick insult Aries like
that? The only thing that it has caused is tension and a lack of
cooperation between the two.” Demona asked as she laid a hand on
“That I don’t know, but
Rick is the smartass type, he may just do it out of reflex.”
Standing up Harper asked,
“Is there anything else you wanted to know?”
“No. But I would like
to be able to talk with you again sometime.”
“Perhaps, but for now I
need to return to the training of the Roughwings in Rick’s absence.”
Watching as Harper walked
out of her officer, Demona made a mental note that Harper was going to
be hard to seduce, unlike Duke, Machivalli and Hannibal. But with
those three plus, Aries and the two gargoyles under him, in addition to
the new gargdrones that were coming on line, she would soon have a powerful
clan of her own.
The next day, Aries smiled
as he watched his two gargoyles, Ivan and Genghis, square off against two
Roughwings. Although he hated to admit it, Rick did have a good idea
in having a contest to see who was the best gargoyle. Of coarse Aries
already knew who would win this contest hands down. Both he and Demona
had worked hard to train his two gargoyles, and now they were going to
see the fruits of their labor.
“Hello there Sarge, looks
like you're ready for today’s contest.” Rick said
Growling, Aries let his
displeasure at being called that name be known.
“All you Sergeant types
are the same, you have a real bad disposition and no sense of humor.”
“How would you know?
There is no Sergeant in you’re Roughwings.” Aries said.
“Now there isn’t, but when
I first meet them they had one with them. Sergeant 13 it was.”
Growling again, Aries began
to clench and unclench his fist as a wave of anger beginning to swell with
in. Sergeant 13 is dead? I knew him, fought by his side, he
was a great soldier, he wouldn’t be killed easily unless, unless someone
had helped to kill him. Aries thought.
“Like I said, you guys have
n….” The rest of Rick’s sentence was cut off as Aries landed a powerful
punch to his face.
Taken by surprise, Rick
reeled and fell backwards as Aries landed blow after blow. Landing
on his back, Rick rolled to his left before assuming a crouched position.
Charging at him, Aries swung at Rick’s head. Dodging to the right,
Rick counter attacked with a blow to the stomach, which seemed to do little
to slow Aries down.
“Wow, check it. Rick and
Aries are going at it!” Duke shouted.
“What?” Hannibal asked,
his inattention allowing Ivan to sucker punch him.
Charging again, Aries plowed in
to Rick and they both fell to the ground and rolled around a few times
before Rick flipped his opponent off of him.
“Come on Rick, beat that big blow
hard.” Machiavelli shouted in supported.
“No way, Aires will wipe the floor
with him.” Genghis countered.
“In your dreams pal.” Duke
Assuming the offense, Rick
closed the distance between him and Aries and landed two good punches before
being head bunted. Another powerful blow sent Rick falling to the
“Look at the, he’s getting his
ass kicked.” Ivan cheered as Rick fell.
However, even as he fell Rick
used his tail to sweep Aries’s feet out from under him.
“You were saying?” Machiavelli
Taking advantage of the situation,
Rick ran to a near by wall and used it to propel himself back the way he
came. At the end of his flight Rick’s hand connected with Aries head.
Unfortunately, Aries had decided to get up and personal with his opponent
and had begun to run towards Rick in order to grab him.
“Ah crud, these two are going
to kill each other. Athena, go and get Demona. Duke, Ivan,
help me to break this up!” Harper shouted.
Finding himself in a crushing
bear hug, Rick realized that his options where now extremely limited.
Reaching out with both his hands, Rick grabbed a hold of Aries’s neck and
began to squeeze. It had come down to a battle of attrition, which
would pass out first.
So involved where the two
combatants that they completed ignored all attempts to separate the two
of them. Even when darkness had claimed them they didn’t know it
was because of oxygen starvation, but instead a rather irate Demona standing
over the two with a tranquilizer gun.
October 18, 1996
“So Lexington, how do you
feel a month after Goliath made you second in command?” Broadway
asked his younger rookery brother.
“Not to bad so far.
Although I’m starting to see some of the headaches that Brooklyn had to
“What kind of headaches?”
“Well for instance, having
to try to play peacemaker between Goliath and Xanatos.”
“Tell me about it, boy did you
see how irate Goliath looked with Xanatos tonight?” Broadway asked.
“Yes, but I don’t know why.
I thought father had set aside his differences with Xanatos.” Angela
“You know Xanatos, he’s
always scheming about something. Probably spent half the day dreaming
up some elaborate plan just to bother Goliath.” Broadway chuckled.
“Why do you and Lexington
always speak so badly of Mr. Xanatos? He’s always been a polite and
nice man when I talk to him.” Angela asked.
“Angela, I don’t want to
sound mean, but you are a little naive of the new world still.”
“Naive?!” Angela said
in disgust and anger. She could not believe that Broadway had just
said that to her.
“I, uh, um, what I meant.”
Broadway stammered as he realized that he had just stuck his whole foot
in his mouth.
“Angela, look down there on that
building. Do you see what I see?” Lexington asked as a way
of avoiding an argument.
Following his gaze, Angela
saw what Lexington was pointing at, a lone figure sitting on the roof of
He was cold, wet, hungry, tired,
and scared. Despite all this, Kenny just sat there, his arms wrapped
around his knees and his wings wrapped around him, as he watched the three
gargoyles land not fifty feet from him. Approaching slowly, they
kept their hands in plain site, as if they were trying to reassure him
of their intentions.
“Hello there. My name
is Broadway, this is Angela and Lexington.” Broadway said as he introduced
the group to Kenney.
Barely lifting his head
in response, all Kenney said was his name.
“Kenney,” Angela said, “If
you want, you can come and stay with our clan. It will give you a
dry place to rest during the day.”
“Where are you from?”
Kenney managed to organize his thoughts enough to ask.
“We live in New York.”
“You’re from here?”
Kenney asked as he slowly stood up, his wings falling to this side to revel
his coppery colored skin. “How long have you been gargoyles?
Where are you staying now? Are there more like us? How are
you surviving like this?” Kenney began to ask in a rush.
“Hold on there, one question
at a time please.” Lexington said. “If you want to come with
us spend the day with us then we’ll answer all your questions.”
“You mean you live there?”
Kenny asked in disbelief as the four gargoyles approached castle Wyvern.
“Yep, isn’t something?”
“Man, how in the world did
you get such awesome digs?”
“It helps to have a friend
with a billion or two just lying around.” Lexington said.
“We will give you a tour
of our home later. For now lets get you dried off and something to
eat.” Angela said.
“That sounds like a good
idea, it’s been a few hours since I’ve had anything to eat.” Broadway
“Goliath, I have something
to show you.” David Xanatos said as he entered the castles library.
“What is it this time Xanatos?”
Goliath asked, annoyed that his reading had been interrupted yet again.
“There is a nice young lady
that I would like you to meet.” Xanatos said with a slight smirk
as if he was about to play a gag on a friend.
Careful to mark his place
this time, Goliath returned his copy of Great Expectations to the bookshelf
before considering Xanatos.
“A nice young lady
for me to meet, why Xanatos, I didn’t realize that you were in the match
making business also.”
“Why Goliath, was that a
joke?” Xanatos asked with a chuckle before finally sobering up.
“I’ll cut straight to the point. A few days ago a lost and scared
female gargoyle was discovered at my shipyard in Norfolk. She was
quickly nursed back to health before being brought to Manhattan.”
“You’ve discovered another
gargoyle?” Goliath asked, his earlier irritation quickly forgotten.
“Yes, she is in my office
this very moment and is looking forward to meeting your clan.”
“Why was it necessary to
nurse her back to health?” Goliath asked as the two walked towards
the very center of the Xanatos empire. “A stone sleep should have
taken care of all but the most sever injuries. Unless she doesn’t
turn to stone, just like Rick.”
“You’re correct on the assumption.
She doesn’t turn to stone during the day, and also like Rick she makes
the claim of being human at one time.”
“This is most interesting,
and bothersome.” Goliath commented.
A couple of hours later a
much drier, warmer, and well feed Kenny followed his new friends on a tour
of their home.
“Man does he ever stop eating?”
Kenny asked as Broadway munched on his third apple since leaving the kitchen.
“Not that I know of.”
“Hey I have to keep my energy
up you know.” Broadway said.
“Yeah, it might be hours
until his next snack.” Angela teased.
An hour later Kenny asked
his tour guides where the bathroom was.
“There’s one around the
corner and down the hall.” Lexington answered.
“Thanks, be back in a minute.”
After Kenny had rounded
the corner, Broadway asked Lexington what he thought of Kenny.
“He seems ok. He’s
not psychotic or possess any strange powers.” Lexington said half
“I like him, he seems nice
enough. A little more personable than Rick was, he’s more like Brooklyn.”
“You think so?” Broadway
Lexington was about to say
something when a loud scream came from down the hallway.
Racing down the same hallway
that Kenny had gone done not more than a moment before; Angela, Lexington,
and Broadway found themselves facing two gargoyles locked in a fight.
The first one, Kenny, had his back against the wall and was trying desperately
to keep his opponent from reaching his throat.
The second gargoyle, the
one trying to strangle Kenny, was female with red hair. Her skin
was a light green color similar to that of Lexington’s. She appeared
about the same size as Angela, but with her wings flared in anger it was
difficult to estimate her exact size. With her eyes glowing in anger,
it was impossible to tell what color they were, but the way she was snarling
left little doubt that she had a healthy set of teeth.
“Who the heck is that?”
“Never mind, just brake
those two up.” Lexington said as he attempted to intervene between
Grabbing the female around
the waist, Angela attempted to pull the two combatants apart with little
success. However, Angela’s tugging did allow Kenny to break free
and retreat to a safe distance.
“Kenny what happened?”
Broadway asked as he helped Angela to restrain the struggling gargoyle.
“I don’t know. I opened
the door to the bathroom and she was in there using it. I guess I
startled her because she screamed. I shut the door and tried to apologize,
but then she attacked me.” Kenny answered.
“Lexington, Angela, Broadway.
What is going on here and who is that?” Goliath asked as he pointed
A couple of hours later…
“Ok, things have officially
gone weird now.” Kenny commented as he watched the Manhattan clan
turn to stone as the sun rose over the horizon.
“I see you didn’t know that
the gargoyles had that ability.” Xanatos said.
“No I didn’t.”
“I can see why, you're not
like most gargoyles.”
“Not like most gargoyles?
I don’t even know what a “normal” gargoyle is supposed to be like.
Especially since I’ve never been one before.” Kenny said.
“That’s why we want you
to talk to this other gargoyle. Like you she is new to the gargoyle
way of life.” Xanatos said
“But she tried to kill me.”
“True, but she is much calmer
“Even if she doesn’t want
to kill me, she might not want to talk to me.”
“Well you can either try
to talk to her or you can try to talk to the gargoyles.” Xanatos
said as he made a slight sweeping motion with his hand.
Looking at the clan as they
sleep in their stone slumber, Kenny decided that Xanatos did have a good
“What? To busy running
your business to spend an afternoon to make a new gargoyle feel welcome?”
Kenny said sarcastically.
“Actually yes.” Xanatos
said with out missing a beat. “But not to worry, I have arranged
for Owen to be at your service should you need anything today.”
“Is he like Jeeves?”
“Something like that.”
Xanatos said as he slowly opened the door in front of him.
Following behind him, Kenny
found himself standing inside a large room that was full of couches and
chairs. There were also several desks, small tables, bookshelves,
a large stereo system, and a big screen TV. Sitting in the middle
of this room on one of the couches was a red headed female gargoyle.
“Kenny, I would like to
meet Tammy.” Xanatos said. “Tammy, this is Kenny, a gargoyle
just like you.”
“Hello.” Kenny said.
Ignoring his outstretched
hand, Tammy stared hard at Kenny.
“I’m sorry if I startled
you earlier.” Kenny apologized.
“Hell of a way for me to
meet the other gargoyles Mr. Xanatos.” Tammy said.
“Believe me it was not my
intention for us all to be introduced that way.”
“Humpf, well try harder
next time.” Tammy said as she stood up and stretched. “I don’t
know about you guys, but I’m starved. What is there to eat?”
“Ask the butler.”
“There are a variety of
items in the castle’s kitchen which the staff will prepare for you.”
Owen Berrnett said.
Taken by surprise, Kenny
stammered out, “What? Where did you come from, how did you sneak
up on us like that?”
“Cool, he came out of no
where, just like a magician.” Tammy said with amusement as she watched
An hour later, both Kenny
and Tammy sat at a table in the courtyard of the castle enjoying breakfast.
“I haven’t eaten this well
in a while now.” Kenny said.
“Me neither. My brother
used to cook for us on Sundays, he made these great omelets.” Tammy
“How many siblings did you
“You mean do I have?”
“Have, had, its all the
same, its not like they know who we are now.”
“That’s a cruel thing to
say, I still have two brothers, two parents, and lots of other family out
there.” Tammy said defensively.
“I’ve got a brother out
there too, but I know he sure doesn’t know that I’m still alive.
Both our past lives have been erased.”
“No, not entirely.
I still remember my past.” As Tammy spoke a few tears ran down her
Uh oh, now what have I done?
Kenny thought. First I surprise her and she attacks me, and now less
than six hours later I have her crying.
Luckily, for Kenny at that
moment a butterfly flew landed in front of Tammy.
“Oh he’s beautiful.”
Tammy said while wiping the tears from her eyes. As the butterfly
began to fly away, Tammy stood up and began to merrily chase it.
“She certainly is in touch
with her emotions.” Owen said as he began to clear away the dirty
“Man, how do you do that?
Do you have any idea how unnerving that is?” Kenny asked annoyed
that yet again he had been taken by surprise.
October 9, 1996
Freezing at the sound of the vehicle
coming his way, Brooklyn quickly dropped to the ground and hid in the tall
grass. Leaving behind a trail in the early November frost that covered
the ground, the old pickup truck came to a halt. Watching as three
figures climbed out of the truck that had parked not more than a hundred
meters from his location; Brooklyn decided that he would go the opposite
direction. That was until he heard them mention something that gained
his full attention.
“Come on Billy don’t you
want to see the gargoyle I found?” Asked a tall lanky kid of seventeen
“No not really Frank.
I could have gone to the movies with Sara tonight instead of stomping through
old Mr. Peterson’s fields just to see some gargoyle you “claim” to have
seen.” Answered Billy with little enthusiasm.
“So how come you’re here
with us instead of out at the movies with Sara?” Asked the shortest
of the three.
“That’s a good question
Matt, how come Billy isn’t out with Sara tonight.” Frank asked as
he stopped and turned to face his friend.
Grinning slightly as he
walked up face to face with Frank, Billy replied. “Because her brother
Ryan said he would kick my butt if he caught me making out with her again.”
“That’s awesome. You
da man.” Matt said in good cheer.
“No kidding, I guess we
underestimated you Billy.”
“So did Sara, till I showed
“Yeah right, I’ll believe
that when I see it.” Snorted Matt.
“Suit your self.”
Billy said as he began to reach for his belt buckle.
“You do and it won’t be
Ryan kicking your butt tonight.” Frank threatened good naturally.
His interest peaked at the
mention of the word gargoyle; Brooklyn followed the three youths as they
made their way across an open field that lead to a small stream.
Sliding down the steep banks of the stream, Frank and company stepped under
the small bridge that spanned the stream.
“Man, there’s nothing here.”
Matt said dejectedly.
“Oh really?” Frank
said as he turned on his flashlight. Almost instantly, the photons
of light began to alternately be reflected or absorbed, depending on their
wavelength, by the creature that lay on the ground in front of them.
“Holy spit, you weren’t
kidding.” Billy said.
“Is it alive?” Asked
“I don’t know.” Answered
Frank. “It was here earlier this afternoon, so if it is dead it couldn’t
have died that long ago.
“Lets take it back to town,
I bet the city museum would pay good money for this thing.” Billy
“But first we should make
sure that it won’t hurt us.” Matt said as he began to lift a large
rock with every intention of bashing in the head of the gargoyle.
Suddenly a low growling
sound drew the attention of the trio.
“What was that?” Asked
Billy in a worried voice.
“I don’t know, but I’m making
sure it didn’t come from that thing.” Matt said as he cocked his
arm to throw the stone at the gargoyle in front of him.
Suddenly something blurred
by and knocked both Matt and Frank on their butts.
“What the heck was that?”
Billy asked suddenly very afraid.
“It was me.” Brooklyn
said as he raised his arms and wings in an attempt to make him appear larger
and more threatening than he was.
Apparently it worked, as
Billy soon left two things behind. The first was a small puddle where
he had been standing; the second was a cloud of dust as he set new records
for the quarter mile dash.
“Dddon’tt hhurt me.”
Frank stammered as he and Matt stood up again.
“Than leave, NOW!”
With in a matter of seconds
both Matt and Frank were well on the way to breaking all speed records
set by their friend not more than a minute ago.
Taking a minute to calm
himself, Brooklyn picked up the dropped flashlight and shone it on the
gargoyle. As Brooklyn approached the gargoyle on the ground, he first
noticed the long hair, which made him guess it was a female. The
second thing he noticed was how dirty she looked, almost as if she hadn’t
bothered with personal hygiene in about a month. The smell that came
from her reinforced that theory, along with two other smells.
The first was the smell of cheap
alcohol that seemed to come from every pore of her body, while the second
smell was stronger, sharper, and slightly sweet. Brooklyn couldn’t
place it until he picked up the cigarette that was dangling from her lips.
He had seen small tightly rolled things like this before back in New York.
Shaking his head, Brooklyn crushed out the joint, returned to the still
unconscious gargoyle and put her on across his shoulders.
October 10, 1996
“Who the hell are you?”
Asked the female gargoyle as she awoke from her drunken stupor and laid
eyes on Brooklyn.
“My name is Brooklyn.”
The minutes slowly passed
as the two sat in silence.
“Where did you come from?
I thought I was the only gargoyle around.” Amanda said.
“You were, but then I showed
up. So I guess that kind of changes your assessment then doesn’t
it.” Brooklyn said.
“Who are you? You
must be some one that I know. Otherwise where would you have come
“I’m from New York City.”
“New York City. I
don’t know anyone in New York.”
Again the minutes slowly
slipped by as the two sat there and waited, until Brooklyn spoke.
“I’ve told you my name,
“Nice to meet you Amanda.”
“Why did you come here?
And why are we in a cave? The last thing I remember was passing out
under a bridge.”
“You did. Fortunately,
I was there to save you from being attacked, captured, or worse by some
humans who had less than a friendly disposition towards gargoyles.”
A short time later Brooklyn
turned to stone as a new day dawned. Taken by surprise by the turn
of events, Amanda intended to make use of the opportunity to leave.
Just as soon as my head
stops throbbing, She thought.
Leaning back against the
cave wall, Amanda closed her eyes and tried to take slow steady breaths.
Slowly her heart rate and breathing slowed, as did the throbbing in her
Amanda awoke to sound of
someone growling and the sensation of stone chips being showered on her
skin. Turning her head towards the direction of the sound, Amanda
was surprised to see a gargoyle awaken from its stone slumber.
“But, but, how did you do
that?” Amanda asked as she began to stand up.
“Do what? What do
you… hey!” Brooklyn said as he raced to catch Amanda as she fainted.
Laying her down, Brooklyn
found her pulse to be weak and rapid while her breathing was shallow.
In addition Amanda’s cheeks were flushed, her skin felt warm yet dry.
After a few seconds Amanda began to stir as consciousness returned to her.
“Don’t try to move to much,
you're dehydrated.” Brooklyn said.
“I’m fine. Just leave
me alone.” Amanda said defensively.
“Sure, I could do that.
But then how far do you think you will get? Unless you happen to
like crawling on your hands and knees.”
At that Amanda shot Brooklyn
a dirty look that if translated in to words would never have made it to
a Disney movie.
Ignoring the ugly look he
had just received, Brooklyn simply stood and walked to the mouth of the
“I’m going to get some water
for you. If your smart you’ll stay here and wait, if not, well I’m
sure you won’t get too far.”
Turning back around, Brooklyn
leapt to the sky and flew off.
Returning to the cave that
he had spent the day in, Brooklyn sighed as he saw Amanda’s barely conscious
form laying mere feet from the entrance. Opening the small knapsack
he carried with him, Brooklyn fished a bottle of water from the bag and
knelt down. Opening the bottle, Brooklyn took a quick whiff of the
contents, the strong smell of chlorine telling him that the disinfectant
tablets were working.
Gently lifting Amanda’s
head in to his lap, Brooklyn spoke to her.
“Here, drink some of this,
it will make you feel better.”
After a few sips of water,
Amanda slowly opened her eyes and looked blankly at Brooklyn’s face.
Not only was he in a dominant position over her, the small amount of light
in the cave made his beak like face look mean and dangerous, yet Amanda
felt no fear. The fact that he was aiding her should have made her
feel safe, yet she felt nothing. The feel of his skin against hers,
something Amanda hadn’t felt since May, should made her feel happy, but
Despite all the reasons
that Amanda had to feel good, safe, happy, pleasure, or any one of a thousand
other emotions that most people prefer, she felt none of these. Instead,
after all the months Amanda had spent feeling fear, sadness, or bitterness,
she now felt the next best thing. She was comfortably numb.
November 17, 1996
“Come on Broadway, why don’t you
want to go to the concert with me?” Angela asked.
“Because I just don’t.”
“Humpf. Fine then,
be like that.” Walking to the other side of the room, the female
gargoyle stopped so that she was standing directly between Lexington and
“How about you Lex?
Would you like to go out on a date?” Angela asked as she put a hand
on her hip.
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Why not, its not like anyone
else is going out with me tonight.”
“Still I think Broadway sort of
“No, go ahead Lex. I won’t
stand in your way.” Broadway said.
“Well I was looking forward to
watching my new anime tonight.” Lexington answered as he tried to
look for a way to get himself out of the verbal crossfire.
“Oh come on Lex, it’ll be
fun.” Angela teased as she let her tail slide across Lexington’s
“Ok, you guys convinced
me.” Lexington said as he stood up and began to follow Angela.
Landing in Central Park a
short time later, Angela, Lexington, Kenny, and Tammy sat in a large tree
as the out door concert began.
“Thank you for inviting
us to come along with you.” Tammy said as she sat down next to Lexington.
“No problem.” Lexington
“How come Broadway didn’t
come along too?” Kenny asked.
“He just didn’t want to.”
Angela said dryly.
“To bad, he’s going to miss
a great Tchaikovsky concert.”
mean this is a classical concert?” Tammy moaned.
“Yeah, no fair not telling
us what kind of concert it was. I thought it would be a rock concert
or something.” Lexington said sounding equally disappointed.
“Hey if you don’t like it
then you two can leave and Angela and I will stay here and enjoy it.”
“Sounds good to me.
Come on Lex, let’s go see if we can catch a movie or something.”
With that Tammy took to the air.
“What’s bothering you Lexington?”
Goliath asked the young gargoyle.
“It’s Broadway and Angela,
it just seems like they don’t get along as well as they used to.”
“Every relationship has
difficulties. In time they will work things out.”
“If you say so.” Lexington
said sounding less than convinced, but swallowing his comment that Goliath
was probably the last person to be giving that kind of advice. “But
both Angela and Kenny have been gone a long time.”
“What do you mean, I thought
you and Angela went to the concert with Tammy and Kenny?”
“We did at first.
But when Tammy and I found out that it was a classical concert, we decided
to leave. Angela and Kenny stayed behind for the concert, but it
should have been over hours ago.”
“Hmmm. I see.”
Looking at his calendar,
David Xanatos saw that it was almost December 1st. Which meant that
in another day or two he would be flooded with reports from his vast financial
empire about the previous month’s earnings, and projections for the current
month. Rubbing his chin in thought, Xanatos paged his faithful assistant.
“Owen, are we still able
to track the location of Brooklyn?” David Xanatos asked.
“Yes sir, currently he is
still in South Western Tennessee. He has been there for the past
month now, there is the possibility that our tracker has malfunctioned
and is sending inaccurate data.”
“Yes that is a possibility,
but something tells me that’s not the case. I wonder what Brooklyn
could have found that is so interesting?”
December 12, 1996
“Amanda, do you know where we are?
Amanda? Where are you?” Looking around he finally spotted his
companion as she was landing near a tree.
Following her to see just
what was so interesting that she would take off on her own like that, Brooklyn
soon landed where Amanda had. Looking upward, he saw that she had
quickly climbed half way up the tree and was intently focused on something.
Climbing to join her and to get a look for him as to what was just so interesting,
the branch they both sat on gave a low creek and sank down a fair amount.
Brooklyn called her name to no avail.
Following her gaze outward
Brooklyn saw what she was so focused on, two people, a man and a boy, playing
in the yard in front of a trailer home. The man was older, fifty-five
maybe sixty, a bit over weight, balding, and looking quite the bit like
a hick wearing his overalls. The boy was around ten years old, lean
but active, his long sandy blonde hair gently swayed in the wind.
“Do you know who they are?”
“Well who are they?”
“They are my family.”
Turning to look back at
the two again, the young boy happened to turn around so that Brooklyn could
see his whole face. In the front of the hair was a distinctive cowlick,
his nose had a slight upturn look to it, and in between the two were a
pair of green eyes. Brooklyn knew where he had seen these features
“He’s your son isn’t he?”
“Was my son, now he is just
another motherless child.”
“What do you mean motherless?
You're still alive, couldn’t you still care for him?”
“No, it would be too difficult.”
“How? It's not like
you turn to stone during the day…”
“Trust me, it would not
work.” Amanda interrupted.
“Well at least he has a
father to raise him.”
“Lucky him.” Amanda
said bitterly as she turned and leapt in to the sky.
Brooklyn couldn’t help but
to stand there awestruck for several seconds before joining her.
“Amanda, Amanda, talk to
me, what’s wrong?” Brooklyn asked as he caught up to his companion.
Turning to face Brooklyn,
Amanda had tears streaming down her face. “It's not fair, life is
not fair.” She sobbed.
“No, life is not fair.
But I will be, I’m willing to listen if you’re willing to talk.”
Reaching out with her hand
to take Brooklyn’s own out stretched hand said more than any words she
would have choked on at that moment. Slowly and gradually changing
the direction of their flight, the two gargoyles simply enjoyed each other’s
company as they headed home for the night.
Wrapping a wing around Amanda as
they entered the small cave that they had been living in for the past few
weeks, Brooklyn bit back the questions he had so Amanda could open up when
she was ready. Guiding her towards the pair of chairs they had, Brooklyn
carefully set them a few feet apart, and slightly off center, so they could
talk. After a few minutes with no response from Amanda, Brooklyn
became bored and decided to make some hot chocolate to make use of his
Placing a cup in front of
Amanda finally drew a response from her.
“Thank you Brooklyn.”
She smiled. “You’re so sweet and thoughtful. That’s why I feel
comfortable around you.”
“I always try to take care
of the ones I care about.” Brooklyn said.
“I guess I owe you an explanation
for my behavior this evening.”
“You don’t need to tell
me now, it can wait until your ready.”
“The boy we saw is my son.
The man is my father. I haven’t seen them since I was changed almost
six months ago. I don’t even know if they know I am missing, all
I know is that they are afraid of me in my current body.”
“If all the records about
you have been erased like you say, and others have said, then it is possible
that their memory was erased too.”
“Perhaps, but then why couldn’t
my memory have been erased too? Instead I have to remember all the
times my father would be drunk, the times he would beat me, or molest me.
I remember all the happiness I had from my son Johnny; he was the one thing
I did that I had a choice over. Someone I could raise so that he
would not be a loser. And now, now all that is lost to me.
Now my son, my one source of pride and happiness is being raised by my
father. My father, the biggest source of pain and hate in my life.
I have the strength to kill him, and if I did then who would raise Johnny?
Some foster family? It’s not fair. Damn it! It’s not
fair!” Amanda screamed as tears ran down her checks.
His eyes wide with astonishment,
Brooklyn was at a loss for words, instead all he did was wrap both an arm
and a wing around Amanda as she shook with sobs.
“Its ok Amanda, cry all
you want. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” Brooklyn softly
spoke in to her ear.
Yawning wide Amanda’s eyes
finally focused enough to take in her surroundings. The first thing
they came across was Brooklyn, frozen in stone yet laying there looking
at her. She didn’t remember much of last night, she had stopped to
look in on Johnny, and then Brooklyn had been there for her as she spilled
her guts. Vaguely, she remembered going to bed, but that was all.
Looking at her watch Amanda
saw she had a few hours until it would be night. Good, I can make
use of this time then Amanda thought.
With the sun disappearing
beneath the horizon, a new day began for Brooklyn as he awoke from his
stone slumber. But something was different from when he went to sleep;
he was the only one on the pile of blankets and sheets that passed for
a bed that he and Amanda shared. Plus there was the smell of hot
food in the air coming from behind him.
“Well good morning there
handsome.” Amanda said as she placed a couple of plates on the makeshift
table they had. “Breakfast is almost ready, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. I would
ask how you’re feeling, but I guess that is an obvious answer.”
After eating, the two young gargoyles
decided to go for a walk through the woods. Because neither one spoke
as they walked hand in hand, the sound of the night came through loudly.
Crickets chirping, animals burrowing, insects buzzing, deer foraging, and
guns clicking as rounds were being chambered.
A shot rang out somewhere
in the forest and Amanda staggered and then fell to her knees before Brooklyn
“Amanda, Amanda, are you
ok?” Even as Brooklyn asked he could see that she wasn’t, the wound
was high in her chest and there was a lot of blood everywhere.
“Brooklyn my sweet, always
“Shhh, don’t speak, save
Shaking her head Amanda
indicated that she knew the end was near. “Its ok Brooklyn, I know
I’m about to die.”
“Don’t say that Amanda,
I’ll take care of you.”
Placing a finger on his
lips to quiet him, Amanda continued “Brooklyn, do you know what I liked
about you the most? It was the fact that you accepted me as I am,
even when you first meet me and I was drunk, dirty, and a pitiful sight.
No one else except Johnny has ever done that. That is why I love
you, you have shown me unconditional love.” As she spoke her eyesight
became blurry with tears.
“I know, Amanda, I love
you too. And I always will in my heart.”
Leaning down, Brooklyn kissed
Amanda for the last time in life but not in love.
Noisily crashing through
the thicket a short time later, two hunters came out in to the open.
“Hey bubba did you see me hit
the deer? Put the bullet right in its neck, we won’t have to chase
it for long before it dies.”
Eyes glowing with anger,
Brooklyn jumped upon the hunters. Plunging his hand in to the abdomen
of one, he pulled it out in an upward motion. The bloody trail of
intestine that came out ensured that the end would come quickly.
Turning to face the other human, Brooklyn grabbed the man’s throat and
squeezed it until a snapping sound was heard. Releasing the now limp
body, Brooklyn stood there for a minute trying to slow his breathing.
What have I done?
I’ve killed humans; I’ve killed innocent people. I’m no better than
Demona. Brooklyn thought with disgust.
A short time later, standing
before the makeshift grave that he had dug for Amanda, Brooklyn wept for
her one last time. To bad it had to be now, in another couple of
weeks it would have been Christmas, and we both would have had something
special to celebrate, Brooklyn thought sadly. Standing up and looking
at the moon, he realized that there were only a couple of hours until daylight.
Not wanting to spend the day in the cave, Brooklyn decided to collect just
a few things before continuing his trek westward.
December 22, 1996
“Hey Athena, I heard a rumor
that Rick is planning something special for us for Christmas. Do
you know anything about it?” Hannibal asked his partner as the two
passed the time during their guard shift.
“I’ve heard some rumors,
but why are you asking me?” She replied.
“Oh come on, like Rick doesn’t
tell you things.”
“What? Are you implying
that I get special privileges him?”
“I didn’t say that, only
that other than Harper, he spends the most time with you.”
“That’s because he thinks
I’m a good conversationalist.”
“So what do you talk about
in your conversations then?” Hannibal said with a smirk on his face.
“About ways that we can
make your life as miserable as possible.”
“Ah ha, I see. A likely
Athena simply gave Hannibal
a universal gesture that let him know how she felt about the conversation.
“Is that a threat or promise?”
Suddenly his attention was
drawn towards something else.
“Look up there” He said
“It looks like a gargoyle.”
“Yeah I know, but no one
is supposed to be coming this way tonight. And Harper did say that
this site was to be well protected while the weapons evaluation is going
“Your right, I guess we
had better go and investigate then.”
Rick stood with his arms
crossed as he waited for the van to arrive with Athena, Hannibal and whomever
this unknown gargoyle was that they had captured. About an hour ago
he had received a call from the weapons evaluation complex that there was
some kind of disturbance. Now he waited, and silently worried that
neither Athena nor Hannibal had been hurt. Although he looked calm,
the rhythmic tapping of his tail was the only thing that betrayed this
Finally the van arrived
and backed up so the doors were facing him. When they opened out
came Hannibal and Athena, neither one looking much worse for the wear.
Rick let out a slight sigh of relief at this sight, but between them they
carried a stretcher with a gargoyle on it.
Taking a closer look at
the unmoving body in the stretcher, Rick recognized who it was, Brooklyn.
“Take him to my quarters.”
“But shouldn’t we take him
to the aid clinic?”
“That won’t be needed.
Once day light comes he will turn to stone and that will heal all of his
“How do you know that?”
“Remember I had a life before
I meet you guys.”
Awaking from his stone sleep,
Brooklyn found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. Lifting his body
to a sitting position, Brooklyn realized that he was lying on a bed.
Now how did I get here?
He wondered, the last thing he remembered was being in a fight with a pair
of gargoyles. Hearing the sound of a doorknob being turned, Brooklyn
turned his attention to the now opening door and watched in surprise as
Rick walked in.
“Good to see that you’re
awake Brooklyn.” Rick said.
“Good to see you too.
I assume your going to tell me where we are and how I got here, or do we
get to play twenty questions.”
“Same old Brooklyn.
For your first question, you are in my room at the training complex the
Roughwings stay at. As for your second question, you were brought
here last night so you could receive medical attention. Which of
coarse you didn’t need, but they didn’t know that at the time.”
“Who is this they you keep
speaking of, and who are the Roughwings”?
“The they I keep referring
to are members of the Roughwings, they are my clan.” Rick explained.
“Your clan?” Brooklyn
asked in surprise. “When you left New York, you still didn’t want
to admit that you were a gargoyle, and now you have a clan of your own.”
“I guess a lot can happen
in six months.”
“You can say that again.”
Indicating for Brooklyn
to follow him, Rick said, “As long as you’re here, I’ll give you the nickel
As they walked through the
large complex that served as the training/ living are for the Roughwings,
the two friends exchanged stories of the how’s and why’s that fate had
brought them back together. Yawning, Rick glanced at a clock and
saw it was almost six in the morning.
“I didn’t realize it was
so late, I had better get some sleep for tomorrow. I’ll take you
to the room we set aside for you. By the way your stuff is already
“Thanks Rick. Even
though I would have liked for you to stay with us in Manhattan, it looks
as though you are doing pretty well on your own. You have a clan,
and a nice place to stay.” Walking in to the room that had been set-aside
for him, Brooklyn stopped, turned, and asked the question that had suddenly
popped in to his head.
“By the way, just who pays
for all this stu…” The rest of his sentence cut off as he turned
Sighing, Rick knew that
sooner or later he was going to have to tell Brooklyn the truth, but for
now he had dodged the bullet.
The next evening, the Roughwings
were all gathered in a large room that had several small tables along the
walls and a large round table in the center. On all the small tables
were large amounts of food, turkey, duck, roast beef, ham, potatoes that
were prepared in four different ways, enough rolls to feed thirty people,
twelve different kinds of fruits and another twelve different kinds of
vegetables. On the round table were seven sets of plates, silverware,
and drinking glasses.
“Seven places, I wonder
who the extra guest is?” Duke wondered out loud.
“Probably Demona, heck she
paid for this so I bet she wanted to join us.” Machiavelli answered.
“Come on Harper, you can
tell us, who is it?” Hannibal asked.
“Sorry guys, but I’m in
the dark about this one too.”
Just then the door opened
and in walked two gargoyles.
“Good everyone is here.
Before we get started I would like to make an introduction.” With
that Rick indicated towards Brooklyn. “Roughwings, this is Brooklyn,
he’s from New York. I know some of you have met all ready but just
consider this a formal introduction. Brooklyn, meet Harper, Machiavelli,
Hannibal, Duke, and Athena.”
During dinner there was much
eating, drinking, conversation, and merriment from all. Harper showed
off his musical skills by playing his flute, while the rest of the clan
showed their lack of singing skills as Rick lead them in a badly mangled
iteration of Jingle Bells. Machiavell was freely letting the jokes
fly as Duke played with his food by juggling several rolls in the air while
Hannibal read some of his poetry. Everyone that is, except for Brooklyn.
He spent most of the night in thought, and stealing glances at Athena.
“You seem to be spending
a lot of time looking at Athena.” Harper leaned over and whispered
to Brooklyn. “You know you might have more success if you actually
talked to her.”
“She just reminds me of
“Well then, you must be
a lucky guy then.” Harper said with a wink.
“Brooklyn, have you met
the other gargoyles yet?” Machiavelli asked casually.
“No, what other gargoyles?
Just how many of you guys are there?” Brooklyn’s interest now peaked.
“Aries, Ivan, Genghis, and
our boss Demona. Maybe you can get a job from her like the rest of
Shooting Rick a dirty look,
Brooklyn loudly slammed his glass on the table. “What the hell are
you thinking Rick? You’re working for Demona. How long were
you planning on keeping that from me?” Brooklyn demanded.
“We only work for her as
advisors and security. That’s it.” Rick said.
“Advisors, what do you advisor
her about? Better ways to kill people. I thought you were a
good guy, just a little miss understood. Guess I was wrong.”
“That’s not fair Brooklyn.
Just because I work for Demona doesn’t mean I’m at her beck and call.
Other wise I would have told her about you.”
“Like that means anything.
Sooner or later she will find out that I’m here. Thanks for helping
me Rick, but come tomorrow night I intend to leave. I can’t stand
to be in the same building as her.” Brooklyn said as he tossed his
napkin on his plate and walked out of the room.
“Brooklyn wait.” Rick
said as he began to stand up.
“No wait. He doesn’t
want to talk to you Rick. Athena, go and talk to him, and keep an
eye on him.” Harper said quickly.
“I don’t get it. What
was that all about?” Duke asked.
“Demona has sworn to destroy
Brooklyn and his clan. They have a history together, little of it
good.” Rick answered. But he sure seemed a lot more venomous
this time. I wonder what could have happened over the past few months.
“Brooklyn are you ok?”
Athena asked as she almost jogged to match Brooklyn’s rapid stride.
“What do you think?”
Was his cold reply.
“I can see your hurt.
But that’s no reason to take it out on Rick, he’s just doing what he thought
“What he thought was best?
What a joke, why the hell is he here working for Demona then? That’s
not what is best. He’s just helping her to kill all humans in the
name of gargoyles.”
“You’re not serious are
“As a heartattack.”
“But Rick would never do
anything like that. He wouldn’t go around killing people for no reason
“Then why is he involved
“Because of us.”
Now it Brooklyn’s turn to
be confused. “What do you mean by that?”
“About three months ago
Rick became our leader and faced a real desperate situation. We were
being hunted down by some elite military units and were out of supplies.
Rick decided that the best way for us to have shelter, medical supplies,
and to be safe was to find someone who was rich enough they could provide
those things. Demona happened to be the first one he ran in to.
You see, he didn’t do it because of any ideals that he has or any ideals
that Demona has, he simply did it for us.”
“I didn’t realize that.”
“Well you didn’t give him
the chance to explain.”
“Yeah your right Amanda.”
Brooklyn said as he lowered his head.
“Who is Amanda?”
Snapping his head up, Brooklyn
stammered out an apology. “Sorry about that. I was thinking
of somebody else.”
“Well who was she?”
Athena asked again.
“She was someone I cared
a great deal about.”
“I see, what did she look
“A lot like you, but she
had longer hair and green eyes.”
“Well I guess I should be
flattered that you called me by her name then.” Athena said as she
laid a hand on one of Brooklyn’s arms. “What happened between you
“What do you mean?”
“You said you cared a great
deal about her. Implying a past tense, unless I am mistaken.”
“No you’re not mistaken.
I would just rather not talk about it.”
“Ok, then shall we return
to dinner? I bet everyone else is still there.” Athena said
while offering her arm.
“Sure, why not. I
do owe Rick an apology.”
“There you go, that’s the
sprit, I’ll even be your date for the night then.” Where did that
come from? Athena thought, It must be the wine starting to talk.
Halfway to their destination,
Brooklyn began to hesitate.
“What’s the matter Brooklyn?”
“I just don’t feel like
being with a crowd tonight. And I don’t think I can talk to Rick
right now, I should wait a until tomorrow when I am more collected.”
“Ok. What would you
like to do then?”
“Well since I don’t know
my way around here I will need an escort to my quarters. Do you know
where I can find one?” Brooklyn said with a small grin.
“I’m not sure, maybe if
you ask nicely one will appear.”
A short time later, the
two of them stood in front of Brooklyn’s quarters.
“Thank you for putting up
with me tonight.” Brooklyn thanked his escort.
“No problem. Now can
I ask you a favor? Can I use your bathroom, I really got to go.”
Athena almost pleaded.
Walking out of the bathroom
a few minutes later, Athena happened to pass by a small picture sitting
on a table. Picking it up she looked at it and wondered.
“Brooklyn, is this a photo
“Yes it is.”
“When was it taken?”
“Not long before she…. Not
“Brooklyn, you’re crying.”
Athena said with surprise as she touched a teardrop that ran down his face.
“I thought you would be more like Rick, he rarely shows emotion like that.
I can see why Amanda would have fallen for you.” As she spoke, Athena
laid a hand on the side of his face.
“It was so unfair the way
she was taken from me.” Brooklyn began to sob. “We were just
walking in the woods when she was shot by some hunters.”
Wrapping her arms around
him, Athena held Brooklyn as he cried and told his sad tale.
“Duke, Hannibal make sure
that Mach gets back to his quarters ok, he’s had a little to much to drink.”
“I don’t have to much drink.
I make it.” Machiavelli slurred.
“Sure you can son, but what
if Duke can’t make it. Better to go in buddy teams.”
“Any word on Athena or Brooklyn?”
Rick asked his friend after Machivalli and his escorts had left.
“Nope, not a peep.
Do you want me to go find them?”
“No. Athena is a smart
girl, she can handle anything that might come up.”
“That’s what was me worried.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. I will see
you in the morning then, good night.”
“Good night.” Rick
responded before deciding to follow up on a hunch.
Walking a nice slow and
leisurely pace gave Rick time to organize his thoughts. He was going
to apologize to Brooklyn for not being honest with him, and to let him
know that at least on his part there was no bad blood between them.
Finally arriving at the private quarters of his Roughwings, Rick made his
way down to the end of the hallway. Standing before Brooklyn’s temporary
quarters, Rick saw that the door was open. Sticking his head in to
look around, he found his two lost gargoyles. One of them, Brooklyn,
was lying in bed and asleep. The other, Athena, was gently pulling
a blanket over Brooklyn.
Wow, they sure moved fast.
I’m going to have to ask them about this tomorrow. Rick thought with
amusement as he backed away and left them in peace.