To Have Everything Lost...
by Brynnmissy
byrnnmissy@yahoo.com
Gargoyles belongs to Disney/Buena Vista. Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are the property of Disney/Buena Vista. No infringements of these copyrights is intended, and are used here without permission.
Author's Note: This story is about anger, depression, and solitude. "In the Gargoyles world, it happens to Elisa. In ours, it happens to me."
Please read and review, thanks. :)
Never in her life had Elisa Maza ever felt so lost. Her life had now lost meaning, in more ways than one. She had lost her best friends to her enemy. No longer was she the benefactor in their lives. Now, she was just a friend. For the time that the Clan was in the clocktower, she felt like she had a sanctuary. It was a place that was her little secret, just like little kid.
Now, that little secret was let out. The entire city has now seen footage of her friends, so now they have to hide in the castle in the clouds. No longer could she just take a coffee break and visit Goliath for a few minutes. Now she had to drive across Manhattan to see her...
What is her relation to Goliath now? Obviously, she showed him how she felt. He responded in his way as well. Now was she going to court him? Date a gargoyle?
Almost screaming out in frustration, Elisa laid down on her couch, where she had been sitting for the last hour or so, running thoughts through her head. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to sleep. Finally, the weary woman fell into a fitful sleep. Images surfaced in her dreams. Goliath and the Clan, Matt and her job, the castle, her apartment... Finally, a image appeared, and that image struck Elisa so hard that she actually awoke. All she saw was herself. In her now disoriented mind, Elisa thought to herself, "That is what I can make sense of. I can control my body, and that is all I can control."
This is how Elisa Maza found control, and now she was going to take advantage of it.
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Several weeks later...
"Come on, Elisa. You haven't had anything at all during shift! You've gotta be hungry!" Matt Bluestone was begging his partner to go and get something to eat. For the last couple of weeks it seemed, she ate less and less. At first, Matt thought it was just because they hadn't really had the time. Chavez has really been piling the cases on the pair for the last week and a half or so, therefore, any extra time Elisa had, she had spent with they guys at the castle. She really had no time to eat anything, and it was beginning to show.
Her eyes had taken on an exhausted look, but her body didn't. In fact, her breaks were spent down in the precinct gym, running, lifting weights, or sparring with someone. When questioned as to why she spent so much time down there, Elisa's reply was, "I just need to get in better shape, that's all."
In Matt's eyes, that was the last thing she needed. Elisa had lost a lot of weight in the last little while, if that was even possible. She had always been on the slim side, now it was straight out bean pole. So again, he asked her, "Please, come with your partner to get something?"
Elisa just looked at her partner, once again willing herself not to go.
"No, I'm actually going to head out to see the guys right now. I'll probably grab something on the way there."
It was a flat out lie, and both knew it. Matt just shrugged his shoulders, knowing that she wasn't going to go with him. He grabbed his keys and called over his shoulder as he left, "Okay then. Have a nice night."
Elisa stared at her partners retreating form, one side of her wanting to catch up with him and actually eat something. But her other side wouldn't let her.
'No, you can't let yourself be weak.'
So, sighing to herself, she shut down her computer and locked her desk, and walked out to her car. Elisa drove her car through the streets of New York, subconsciously headed towards the Erie Building, home of the richest man, and the home of seven ancient gargoyles. As she pulled into the parking structure, she prayed that tonight's visit would be better than the last.
by Brynnmissy
byrnnmissy@yahoo.com
Gargoyles belongs to Disney/Buena Vista. Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are the property of Disney/Buena Vista. No infringements of these copyrights is intended, and are used here without permission.
Author's Note: This story is about anger, depression, and solitude. "In the Gargoyles world, it happens to Elisa. In ours, it happens to me."
Please read and review, thanks. :)
Never in her life had Elisa Maza ever felt so lost. Her life had now lost meaning, in more ways than one. She had lost her best friends to her enemy. No longer was she the benefactor in their lives. Now, she was just a friend. For the time that the Clan was in the clocktower, she felt like she had a sanctuary. It was a place that was her little secret, just like little kid.
Now, that little secret was let out. The entire city has now seen footage of her friends, so now they have to hide in the castle in the clouds. No longer could she just take a coffee break and visit Goliath for a few minutes. Now she had to drive across Manhattan to see her...
What is her relation to Goliath now? Obviously, she showed him how she felt. He responded in his way as well. Now was she going to court him? Date a gargoyle?
Almost screaming out in frustration, Elisa laid down on her couch, where she had been sitting for the last hour or so, running thoughts through her head. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to sleep. Finally, the weary woman fell into a fitful sleep. Images surfaced in her dreams. Goliath and the Clan, Matt and her job, the castle, her apartment... Finally, a image appeared, and that image struck Elisa so hard that she actually awoke. All she saw was herself. In her now disoriented mind, Elisa thought to herself, "That is what I can make sense of. I can control my body, and that is all I can control."
This is how Elisa Maza found control, and now she was going to take advantage of it.
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Several weeks later...
"Come on, Elisa. You haven't had anything at all during shift! You've gotta be hungry!" Matt Bluestone was begging his partner to go and get something to eat. For the last couple of weeks it seemed, she ate less and less. At first, Matt thought it was just because they hadn't really had the time. Chavez has really been piling the cases on the pair for the last week and a half or so, therefore, any extra time Elisa had, she had spent with they guys at the castle. She really had no time to eat anything, and it was beginning to show.
Her eyes had taken on an exhausted look, but her body didn't. In fact, her breaks were spent down in the precinct gym, running, lifting weights, or sparring with someone. When questioned as to why she spent so much time down there, Elisa's reply was, "I just need to get in better shape, that's all."
In Matt's eyes, that was the last thing she needed. Elisa had lost a lot of weight in the last little while, if that was even possible. She had always been on the slim side, now it was straight out bean pole. So again, he asked her, "Please, come with your partner to get something?"
Elisa just looked at her partner, once again willing herself not to go.
"No, I'm actually going to head out to see the guys right now. I'll probably grab something on the way there."
It was a flat out lie, and both knew it. Matt just shrugged his shoulders, knowing that she wasn't going to go with him. He grabbed his keys and called over his shoulder as he left, "Okay then. Have a nice night."
Elisa stared at her partners retreating form, one side of her wanting to catch up with him and actually eat something. But her other side wouldn't let her.
'No, you can't let yourself be weak.'
So, sighing to herself, she shut down her computer and locked her desk, and walked out to her car. Elisa drove her car through the streets of New York, subconsciously headed towards the Erie Building, home of the richest man, and the home of seven ancient gargoyles. As she pulled into the parking structure, she prayed that tonight's visit would be better than the last.