The Triangle Ch. 2: Elisa

By Cosmic Inspiration

Disclaimer: The Gargoyles animated series is the property of the Walt Disney Company and Buena Vista Animation, and originally created by Greg Weisman. Stories of TGS are the creation and property of the TGS staff and used here with their consent to other fan fiction writers with the condition of acknowledgement. No copyright infringement is intended and not authorized by the copyholder. This writer makes no profit from this story and only writes for fun of creativity and entertainment as a fan of the series. All original characters are the property of the author Inspiration.

It was a night like any other on the mean streets of the Big Apple, a night of seemingly never ending police work of protect and serve; of catching the bad guy and delivering justice; and then of boring as hell paperwork afterwards.

Or rather it seemed to begin that way.

Detective Elisa Maza of New York City's 23rd Police Precinct had just apprehended a known street robber and drug addict, then passed the junkie off to her fellow uniformed officers when her police radio buzzed to life.

"Attention all units, mysterious disturbance reported at Eerie Building, Central Park South. Repeat: mysterious disturbance at Eerie Building, Central Park South. Disturbance reported to be an explosion from unknown cause. Proceed with caution."

It would have almost seemed like fate that she happened to be close by the reported address of some unidentified disturbance, but then as a police detective Elisa did not believe too much in fate.

In one swift and graceful movement she had a magnetized police light on the roof of her very unlikely squad car, a red 1960s Ford Fairlane, and her siren wailing as she sped quickly to the reported disturbance, speeding down the street so fast she ignored New York traffic lights and other motorists, coming dangerously close to getting into an accident.

A curious crowd had already gathered and large piles of stone debris covered the streets, and more continued to fall. Getting out of her car, Elisa stared up at the tallest building in New York City, or even possibly the world, its very top stories obscured by low cloud cover as though trying to rise above the clouds and touch an intangible unending sky.

Red lights briefly flashed as explosions thundered in fury as though from small bombs echoed from above, a new rain of stone debris fell to the streets as a seemingly miniature apocalyptic meteor shower, a yellow cab sat crushed by a steel beam abandoned in the middle of the street. It was as though a small war had broken out high above.

More people gathered to witness the destruction with awed curiosity, several uniformed officers trying to keep the crowd away and under control should a possible riot beak out, Elisa quickly making her way to one she instantly recognized.

"Get back!" warned the officer to the growing crowd, then noticing Elisa as she held up her badge.

"Maza, 23rd, what's goin' on here?" she quickly asked with authority.

"Got me, Detective," Officer Morgan said as they looked up to the unseen chaos above, "Must be a heck of a party up there."

Yet more stone debris fell, causing Elisa to jump back and land on her back from the impact, but she was not fazed by it. Dust momentarily blurred her vision, but she was able to warn back several by standers who stood too close to the alleged war zone.

"Or you'll wind up street pizza," she sighed with slight annoyance, thinking people should know better.

Something peculiar then caught her observant eye as she glanced back at a nearby large stone, several deep scratches blemished it in a random pattern as though from a powerful animal claw.

"Claw marks?" she mused with confused curiosity as she touched them.

Elisa stared back up to the obscured fortress in the sky with suspicion to see yet more stone debris rain down to the street below, causing more damage, among which was now a ruined fire hydrant that spewed its contained water as a small downpour.

Elisa narrowed her eyes as she tugged at her jacket to keep from getting drenched by spouting water, then glimpsed back to the marked stone, one question going through her mind that needed answering;

"What could be strong enough to leave claw marks in solid stone?"

Before long the explosions ceased, and it grew quiet from above. The gathered crowd murmured amongst themselves, demanding answers as to what had really happened to cause such a terrible explosion at the top of the city's tallest building.

"What do you figure that was all about, Detective?" inquired Officer Morgan, curious as she was.

"I don't know," she said with quiet determination, "But I'm going to find out."