Well, it's been a long time since I posted a chapter, much less a story. I started this story while on a family vacation back in May this year. But, after weeks of college work, I'm finally on top of it and can get back to my writing. I decided to try my hand at Gargoyles again. Hopefully, this will turn out better than the last two attempts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles. They belong to Buena Vista and Disney.
Chapter One- WHAT?
He was submerged in warm, liquid, his arms were relaxed at his sides and his eyes were closed. Slowly, voices reached his ears although how he could clearly hear them in his liquid prison, he was not quite sure.
"How is the subject?" an accented voice asked.
"Procedure complete and successful. Subject is stable, Doctor."
"Excellent. Now, we can begin testing him."
'Procedure?' the captive person thought. 'What procedure? What are they talking about?' Opening his eyes, he could make out the blurred outlines of the scientist in the room.
"Ah. It appears Project Ebony is awake. Drain the tank," the doctor ordered.
'Ebony? Who is Ebony? I'm David Xanatos, not this Ebonly they speak of. They must be going blind and crazy.'
The sound of rushing water reached Xanatos' ears and he felt himself being gently placed in a standing position in his prison. The reason of his captivity still eluded him, but hopefully an answer would be forthcoming.
The glass tube that separated him from the outside world slowly rose into the ceiling. With the wet glass gone, the world came into clear focus. That included the people in the room. The doctor with the accented voice proved to be none other than Anton Sevarius!
"Welcome to the world, Ebony," Servarius said.
"Who's Ebony?" Xanatos asked while noticing that he was much taller than Servarius.
"That's you, my boy."
"No, I'm not. It's me, doctor. David Xanatos."
"Not anymore. Now, you're called Ebony."
Grabbing Servarius' shirt, Xanatos demanded, "What did you do?"
"Just a simple improvement."
"Why?"
"Revenge, Ebony. You took me off the payroll and cut my funds. So, I took the liberty of doing you a similiar courtesy."
Xanatos released the mad doctor, feeling shocked about the situation. He had no idea yet what had been done to him, but he wasn't going to have to deal with it for very long.
"Well, undo your little 'courtesy'," he ordered.
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
"And why not?"
"There's no cure. I did a permanent change on you."
It was then that Xanatos became vaguely aware that he was standing with his heels off the ground. Something dark and leathery behind him caught his eye. He glanced back and saw a pair of bat-like wings as black as night attached to his back. Steeling himself, he looked down at himself.
His body was the same dark color as his wings. He had four sharp claws on each hand, his feet were three-toed and also clawed. A strong muscular tail protuded from his posterior. He felt his knees buckle slightly. He had been genetically changed into a gargoyle.
The sight of his altered form caused the billionaire to fall into a panicked state. Pushing past Servarius, Xanatos bolted out of the lab and into the hall just as an alarm blared. The altered human paid no heed to the assistants who attempted to detain him. He simply pushed them aside as he ran down the hall and out the door to freedom.
Well, what do you think? I couldn't find any stories where Xanatos was turned into a gargoyle, so I decided to fill that gap. R&R.