Date started: Friday, August 28,1998
Date finished: Wednesday, April 14, 1999
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Disclaimer: Gargoyles belongs to Disney and/or Buena Vista Television.
In no way was I trying to do anything with these wonderful characters for
my own personal gain. I love writing, and I love Gargoyles. (So don’t sick
your rabid lawyers on me, please!! ;-)
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Of course everyone recognizes which characters are property of The
Great Disney Imagineers, but Pyper A.K.A. Maya A.K.A Anea L. Yolen, Micheal
Reyman A.K.A. Ray E. Manning, Nicholas O’Connor A.K.A Niko, and Demona’s
lackies along with Kate belong to me. All other new characters hale from
my lil’ ol’ noggin’ ;-) while I borrowed Owen’s secretary, Ms. Chambers,
from Tara O’Shea (please forgive me :-)
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I write stories for fun and the enjoyment of others. This is my first
story posted on the ‘net. Sooooo, all reading beyond this point be prepared
for mini typo demons who love to reek havoc here and there ;-P
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Dedication: I’d like to especially thank Kelly, my local fellow garg
fan for being my beta-reader :-) Lotsa love to ya! ;-) I’d like ta tip
my hat to Steph who helped me with building my ‘site with HTML, and let’s
face it, without her I wouldn’t be able to post this. All others out in
the Gargoyles Fanfic Universe, I’ve probably read most of if not all your
fanfics. You’ve all been great inspirations, and I’d just like to say all
you authors are AWESOME!! Most of all, I’d like to praise and pay homage
to the Great Mouse for without him there would be no Gargoyles ;-)
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Also, I’d like to extend a taloned hand of welcome to anyone with questions,
comments, or suggestions. Constructive critcism is always welcome :-) I’m
also a proud member of Clan Moray, a Yahoo! Club, so peeps again I holla,
"Criticism is welcome!"
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Author’s note: This story as well as all my others will be taking place
after "Hunter’s Moon." You might see a few familiar lines from the TGS
series as well as other stories that I felt were too good to pass up not
using (Remember: Immitation is the finest form of flattery ;-), but
the whole plot was mine alone so if you can find it in your hearts to forgive
a beginner fanfic writer ;-)
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Warning: From here on in there’s a few little snippets of PG language
and innuedoes, not much so don’t sweat it, but if you have too delicate
a palette then I advise you not to read on. Other than that little unnessecary
warning, everyone I hope you like ;-)
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All right, lemme see......... I’ve got all my little creativity demons
busy at work, "No dawdling people! We’ve got a deadline yesterday!!" My
imagination and I have a train booked for the Creation Station, and my
fingertips are prancing upon the keys........... yup! I think we are set!!
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The night sky was filled with stars, each
twinkling and glittering like silver tears in adark velvety cradle. The
moon was full and radiant, illuminating the night with its luster.
One would expect a night like this to be peaceful,
but the natives of this isle of towers, glass, and stone know better. The
cool night air was filled with the lively, and rather noisy, sounds of
the Manhattan night hours. The blaring of claxons, sirens, and car alarms
echoes through the dark and narrow alleyways sending the occasional small,
furry creature scurrying deeper into the shadows of twilight…..
….. and Brooklyn also knew the kind of trouble
that lurked where unsuspecting victims never dared to speculate. The night
was slow, there was none of the usual crime tonight, although most of the
offenders were either incarcerated, considering new job options, or seeking
psychiatric help.
The crimson gargoyle grimaced, a sudden bitterness
rising in his heart. His rookery brother Lex was a techno-geek with a love
for anything computerized and paid homage to the God of Microsoft. Goliath
had Elisa, Broadway had Angela, and Hudson….. well, two outta three wasn’t
bad. Though, his track record with women wasn’t nearly as impressive. He
remembered, before the massacre of his clan, he was much content in causing
mischief with his rookery brothers, too young to contemplate the need of
companionship. Now, in this new time and place loneliness had set in. His
infatuation with Demona nearly cost the clan Goliath. Maggie the cat had
found her hero and protector in Talon, not him. Angela had found her love
in Broadway, considering the lonely heart club president of the clan only
as a friend. Oh yeah, luck isn’t a lady tonight, or any night—
A shrill scream, clear as a bell on a Sunday
morn, snapped Goliath’s
secon-in-command back to reality. He sighed, wings snapping open to
catch the updrafts. A quiet night in Manhattan?, he mused, What was I thinking?
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Kate screamed her fright, in hopes of a gargoyle
to be near. It was their gullible nature to try and hide their true demonic
personalities by "saving" people.
Predictable as ever, a growl proceeded the
sharp swoop of a winged figure, knocking both of Kate’s "attackers" a good
10 to 15 feet away. One crashed in the nearby dumpster, the top slamming
down after him. The second flew headfirst into a pile of trash cans and
ripped trash bags, sending a few yowling cats leaping out of harm’s way.
Playing the proper victim, Kate cowered in a dark corner; the shadows hiding
the victorious smirk plastered across her face.
The monster leaped down a few scant feet from
Kate, its beaked profile visible in the dim light of the alley. It cloaked
its wings, perhaps as not to look intimidating but Kate was taught better
than to rely on appearance alone when dealing with these unnatural beasts.
"I won’t hurt you Miss," it intoned in a deep
but scratchy sort of tone. This was Kate’s cue.
"Too bad I can’t say the same for you, you
monstrosity. NOW!!" she commanded, her smug smirk making him tense only
to growl aloud at the sudden piercing pain in his shoulder. He reached
over to have his talons retrieve a small dart the size of a human thumb.
Brooklyn first felt tired, then his limbs felt
heavier with each passing moment. He blinked to clear is blurring vision
when he fell to knees, the shadows of the back street playing tricks on
him. No, they really were moving. The groggy gargoyle lifted his
head at an angle to see men in dark blue costumes circle around him, glowing
hammers in their hands, ready to swing. Two maybe three threw themselves
across his back and wings. Too weak to struggle, Brooklyn only managed
to throw one off balance, but the offender relentlessly lept back on with
his arms locking around his throat from behind. Frustrated, the burgundy
gargoyle jerked as he stretched in a sudden jerk motion, succeeding in
shaking off all his assailants. Fearing for his safety, Brooklyn’s eyes
burned a furious white as he stood his ground, too groggy to climb, all
exits were blocked and he was trapped.
Without warning a slender shadow dropped from
above, landing protectively at his side with slanted eyes ablaze like the
dying embers of fire. It growled like a wildcat, making some of their attackers
step back, intimidated. Brooklyn didn’t know who the stranger was, but
he desperately prayed history wasn’t repeating itself (Reference to "Temptation").
Moments before...
The Manhattan skyline was clear with lights
sparsely dotting high-rise apartment buildings, and skyscrapers. A slender
figure stood atop an old brick apartment complex, her hair shimmering like
sterling in the faint moonlight, even though taken back in a hip-length
ponytail.
She was clothed in an oversized linen blouse
with baggy long sleeves, much like the shorts worn in the 14th, 15th, and
16th centuries. Over that was a satin sleeveless vest, open in front, embroidered
with beads and such in the shape of vines and leaves on the front. Snug,
long jeans and black boots with rubber soles warmed her legs and feet.
There’s going to be a good storm tonight,
she mused. The cool gentle breeze was that of oncoming rains despite the
sky’s clear appearance. Those clouds, not so threatening now in far distance,
showed this to be true.
A shrill scream jerked her out of her musings,
the abrupt calling for help filling the night air. It sounded like it came
from just a building over, in an alley, no doubt some punks trying to make
easy money. Well, no tonight.
Determined to help in any way possible, she
easily gained enough momentum to vault across to the neighboring building.
The possibilities of what happen to that wo