|4:15AM, September 11, 2001
“I hope Brooklyn gets back soon,”
Angela said lazily as she lounged with Broadway and Lexington.
“Why? Do you have something
you need to tell him?” Lexington asked.
“Just the same thing I want to
tell you. That I am with egg and that you’re going to be an uncle.”
“Your what? That’s great.
How long have you know?” Lexington exclaimed.
“Just a couple of weeks now.”
“Well I bet Brooklyn will be excited
to hear he’s going to be an uncle, I can’t wait to see the look on his
face.” Lexington said as he shook Broadways hand in congratulations.
“Bet it’s almost as funny as the
look on your face was.” Broadway said.
5:15AM, September 11, 2001
Gliding through the air,
Brooklyn was lost in thought about how his life was with the clan and over
his latest heartbreak. Just then Brooklyn became aware of a shadow
that came across him. Looking around for the source of the shadow,
Brooklyn was greatly concerned when he saw Demona heading towards him.
Why me? Thought Brooklyn
as he was chased through the skies over New York City. I just go
out for a little air and I end up being chased all over the city by this
Seeing that dawn was only
a matter of minutes away, Brooklyn quickly dove for the roof of a near
by building. Finding a good hiding place, Brooklyn hoped that he
could hide there until nightfall again, and then he could make his escape.
5:50AM, September 11, 2001
Demona had given up her hunt
for Brooklyn for now. He had chosen a well concealed hiding place
during the chase, not that it mattered much since he would be stuck there
until nightfall. Feeling the first rays of daylight strike her skin,
Demona doubled over in pain as she transformed in to her human form.
Standing up as though nothing
had happened, Dominique simply picked up the suitcase with her human clothing
that she had pre-positioned the day before. Taking one last look
around, Dominique had to admit that she always did like the World Trade
Towers, not only did they provide a great view of the city, but were an
excellent place for a gargoyle to take off from. Realizing that she
had a couple of hours until her first meeting, Dominique quickly put on
her human clothing before going to a restroom to freshen up a bit.
11:00AM, September 11, 2001
Dominique Destine considered her
self-lucky, she had finished her early morning business meeting ahead of
schedule and had left the World Trade Center buildings not fifteen minutes
before the first jet had crashed in to it.
Stupid humans. Dominique
thought, only they would do something so vile to themselves. But
then again this suited her just fine.
After the buildings had
collapsed, Dominique tried to get as close as possible to the destruction
so she could revel in the lose of so many human lives. Because the
air was still think with dust and debris it had been easy for her to approach
the wreckage unnoticed. Standing not more than a block from the wreckage,
Dominique wore a smile upon her face until she found the one thing she
was not expecting to find.
Looking down at her feet,
a face was staring back at her. It was made of stone, and had several
large chips and cracks in it and was missing everything below the neck.
None of this prevented Dominique from recognizing the fact that she held
Brooklyn’s head in her hands.
She didn’t know that he
had been on one of the Twin Towers. The force of this revelation
almost sent her to her knees. Yes Brooklyn was part of Goliath’s
clan, and was her enemy. She knew that he hated her, but this was
not something that she had been expecting, the lose of a gargoyle by the
hands of humans in a terrorist attack that was aimed at humans.
Cradling Brooklyn’s head
in her arms, Dominique began to run. She didn’t know where she was
going, nor did she really care, all she wanted to do was to get away.
5:15PM, September 11, 2001
As the gargoyles awoke, they
noticed that something was different about this night. Having lived
in New York City for a number of years now they were used to the sights
and sounds of aircraft flying over the city. But for some reason
there has no sound of aircraft tonight.
In addition to that their
nostrils were effect by a unique smell that none of them had every smelt
before. Something that was acidic, smoky, oily, dusty, and had an
almost charred smell to it.
Looking around, Lexington
was surprised to see that Xanatos had his entire defense batteries activated
and had three of his steelclan robots actively patrolling around the castle.
“Goliath, we need to talk.”
Xanatos said as he approached the clan.
“What is the meaning of
approaching us in your battle armor Xanatos.” Goliath asked.
“Goliath, today, while the
clan was in hibernation, we were attacked by terrorist. Two jumbo
jets crashed in to the World Trade Center buildings destroying both of
them. Another plan was crashed in to the Pentagon. All aircraft
in the nation have been ground. Its bad Goliath, we are practically
at a state of war. Casualty estimates are up to six thousand.”
Xanatos said somberly.
“Oh my god.” Hudson
“Has anyone seen Brooklyn?”
“No, not since last night
when he left.” Broadway said.
7:20PM, September 11, 2001
Landing on one of the castles
outer walls, Demona was quickly set upon by both Goliath and Xanatos.
“What do you want Demona?”
Xanatos asked, obviously not in a good mood.
“We are in no mood for your
trickery tonight.” Goliath added.
“I am not here for any sort
of trickery tonight. I am here for a different reason.” Demona
“And just what is that reason
and what are you carrying in your arms?” Xanatos asked as he noticed
the covered bundle in Demona’s arms.
“I saw the attack on the
World Trade Center towers today. I know the humans say that they
expect to be over six thousand dead from the attack.”
“Why do you concern your
self with the number of human deaths?” Goliath asked.
“Because I know that their
reports are wrong, the number is closer to six thousand and one dead.”
As she spoke, Demona showed Brooklyn’s head.
“NO!” Shouted Goliath
as he rushed to Demona to more closely examine the head.
“I’m afraid its true Goliath.”
Demona said slowly. “I found his shattered body in the ruble this
morning. Despite everything that has happened between us Goliath,
I knew that you would want his body returned to you. This was the
best I could do.”
“Thank you, the rest of
the clan will appreciate that you made this effort.” Xanatos said
as he laid a hand on the shoulder of the grieving Goliath.
Slowly rising to his feet
while still cradling the head of Brooklyn, Goliath looked Demona square
in the eyes.
“We need to talk to the
clan and let them know what has happened to Brooklyn. Will you please
come with me and do this Demona?”
“Wait just a minute Goliath.
We can’t just let Demona go walking around the castle.” Xanatos said.
“Yes I will join you Goliath.”
Demona said, obviously not caring about what Xanatos had just said.
A few moments later both
Goliath and Demona entered the main living area of the gargoyles.
A deafening silence fell over the room as the clan realized that Demona
was with Goliath.
“Mother, what brings you
here?” Angela asked.
“There is something I needed
to tell you.” Demona said haltingly.
“What do you need to tell
“It concerns Brooklyn.”
Suddenly Angela began to
feel sense of dread rise up in her.
“Is, is Brooklyn alright?”
Angela managed to ask.
“I’m am sorry my daughter,
but I am afraid that he is dead.” Goliath said.
“He’s dead.” Angela
repeated softly as she slowly fell to her knees.
shouted as she sprang to her side.
“Are you sure about that
Goliath? How do you know?” Hudson asked.
“Because I found he shattered
body at the World Trade Center today.” Demona said.
“She then brought this information
to me a few moments ago.” Goliath said as a way of backing up what
Demona had just said.
“No, he can’t be dead.”
said as he embraced his daughter.
Approaching Demona, Lexington
asked the question that had been on his mind. “I don’t get it Demona,
this isn’t your style. Why did you bother to come here and tell us
Facing the small, green
gargoyle, just so she wouldn’t have to watch her daughter mourn the loose
of one of her clan, Demona answered.
“Today, when I saw the towers
collapse, I has happy at the lose of so many human lives. But all
that changed when I discovered Brooklyn’s shattered body. That was
one of the last things I was expecting to find, so the shock of it killed
any joy I felt. This terrorist attack had not just effected humans,
but had now included us gargoyles as well.”
8:50PM September 12, 2001
Broadway held Angela
in his arms as she continued to weep over the loose of Brooklyn from the
terrorist attack. There was little he could do to comfort her as
he too was crying over the loose of his rockery brother. Even though
he had always tried to be as strong as his rookery brothers, Broadway had
to admit that this was a situation that was worse than anything they had
experienced since the death of the clan.
“Yes.” Angela said
through her sobs.
“ I know how you feel about
“No you don’t!” She
yelled. “He was clan, he was close to use he was…”
Grabbing Angela’s shoulders,
Broadway spun her around to face him. “And what makes you think he
was any closer to you than I was? We both suffered through the destruction
of our clan and the betrayal of Demona. We saw humanities hatred
toward us, and the rare love a few humans had for us. I know better
than you might think about how much his loose affects us. So don’t
try to tell me how much it hurts you, because it hurts me more!”
Surprised at Broadways statement,
Angela became very quite before speaking again.
“I was very close to Brooklyn
too.” Angela said. “He and I shared some private times together.
We talked a lot, he confided in me about some of his fears, his concerns,
and his dreams.”
Broadway became very quite
as he thought about what Angela had said. He knew that Angela had
always been more friendly towards Brooklyn than to Lexington, now he was
finding out just how much so. Broadway also considered the fact that
perhaps he did not want to know the answer, that instead things should
be left alone. That now was not a time to be jealous and to soil
his memories of Brooklyn.
1:00AM September 12, 2001
Elisa Maza walked up
to her partner Matt Bluestone as he handed her a cup of coffee. Both
officers had been on duty for close to seventeen hours now, and it looked
like they would stay that way for at least the next twelve.
“Elisa, are you alright?
You look pretty pale.” Matt asked in concern.
“I just got done talking
to Goliath. He said that Brooklyn was killed at the towers this morning.”
Elisa said expressionlessly.
“My god.” Matt said
as he lowered his head.
Although neither cop wanted
to admit it, suddenly the impact of the day’s events hit home and truly
2:40AM September 12, 2001
Demona and Goliath stood
on one of the castle’s battlements and stared in the direction that the
Twin Towers had once stood.
“That was a very compassionate
thing you did tonight, coming here to let us know about Brooklyn.”
“I know. I also know
that some in the clan still find it hard to believe that I am not here
to cause trouble.” Demona admitted.
Changing subjects, Goliath
asked. “How do you feel that we are going to be grandparents?”
“I feel torn Goliath.
I now realize the monster that I had become. I was so wrapped up
in my own hate and self pity that I would go so far as to destroy any and
everyone that opposed me, even gargoyles.”
Turning to face Goliath,
Demona continued to open her soul to her former mate, and the one person
she still carried about more than anyone else in the world.
“I still disapprove of your
beliefs Goliath. I do not believe that humans and gargoyles will
ever live in peace. I also know that I was wrong to want to kill
or hurt gargoyles. After today I have changed my mind, I will never
again hurt a gargoyle.”
After several seconds of
silence, Goliath asked the question that finished Demona’s statement, even
though he already knew the answer.
“And what of your hatred
toward humans? Do you still hate them so much that you will continue
to seek their destruction?”
“Yes Goliath, I will not
rest until they are destroyed and gargoyles are safe.” Demona said.
“That’s what I thought.”
“You’re not angry about
my decision?” Demona asked looking at Goliath in mild surprise.
Placing his hand on Demona’s
shoulders, Goliath talked not down at her, but simply to her.
“You have lived a hard life
for much longer than I have and have seen things that have caused you to
harden your heart. While I still disagree with you about humans,
I know that this is something that only you can answer for your self.
In the past you were willing to destroy both humans and gargoyles who opposed
you, after tonight you have decided that you do not hate gargoyles who
disagree with you as much as you once thought you did.”
“What is your point Goliath?”
Demona asked beginning to become annoyed.
“My point is this.” Goliath
said in a slightly raised voiced before softening it again. “My point
is that it took a while, but you changed your opinion about gargoyles.
Perhaps given enough time you will also change you mind about humans.
Until that happens, I will be waiting for you. Waiting for the day
I can welcome my angle of the night back in to the clan.”
Demona simply stood there
and let Goliath embrace her as his words sunk in. After several minutes
Demona broke the embrace and wiped a tear from her eye.
“Thank you for being honest
with me Goliath. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to say goodbye
to our daughter before I leave.”
Years later, as historians
and scholars wrote about the events on September 11th and they tried to
be as accurate as possible with dates, names, and figures, one truth would
always escape them. In the final analysis, the number of casualties
was higher than anyone could know, and age old hatreds, some a thousand
years old, were laid aside for the greater good.