Gargoyles:The next generation
Disclaimer:I do not own Gargoyles, but I do own all the original characters.
Synopsis: It's been 17 years after season 2 and all the old characters are still at it, but some of them have had children who are more in tune with modern times, especially the son of Goliath and Elisa, Troy Maza.
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New York City...one of the best and one of the worst places to live. If you've lived here all your life, then you'll know what I'm talking about. Muggers, thieves, gangs, even the Mafia have a hold in this place. Ever since I was a baby, I was told to protect innocents from those who would harm them, but sometimes it's harder than you'd think. Especially since I'm not like others of my kind.
I'm Troy Maza, and this is my story.
"Dude, hurry up and get this stuff in the truck." One thug said as he tied up the recently knocked out guard. "I'm goin' as fast as I can, this stuff's heavy!" The other proclaimed, trying to lift a particularly heavy crate of guns into their truck. The alley they were in provided enough cover for them not to be seen from the street, but not from the sky. "Just hurry it up before-" he was cut off by a shadow from above. Although hard to make out, they knew immediately what it was. The head thug pulled out a gun and said,"Forget the rest of the stuff, just get in and start the truck." His friend obeyed as a thud was heard from above.
With his gun pointed up, he circled around looking for what he knew was out there. His friend looked at the side view mirror of the truck to see if he could get a glimpse of the action. The head thug started to get nervous, breathing heavily as he still looked up to the sky until an object zipped from the sky into the shadows of the alley. The thug panicked and fired an entire cartridge at random up at the tops of the buildings. His gun clicked and as he reached into his pocket for a reload, he dropped the cartridge onto the pavement. He reached his hand down to pick it up, only to have a inhumanly shaped foot land on both his hand and the gun. Terrified, he looked up to see a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him and screamed.
His friend stuck his head the window to see a shape pick him up, punch him 3 times in the head drop him. He cursed under his breath and sped the truck out of the alley. The creature jumped onto the wall, climbed up to the roof and jumped off to glide after him. The truck was starting to go way over the speed limit as the thug was trying to get away from his pursuer. Sirens were heard as the police joined the chase, but all he was worried about was the "monster" now chasing him. Bystanders looked on as the truck sped past stop signs and red lights with a shadow followed it. The creature sped up until he landed on the side of the truck, using his claws to dig into the steel.
The thug saw him in the side view mirror and started to zig-zag the truck in an attempt throw him off. This only resulted in making the truck lose traction and start to roll like a barrel along the road, barely missing cars along the way. The truck slowed until it landed right-side up, mangled beyond recognition. The thug slowly forced himself off the wheel as he heard a thud and felt the truck shake. He pulled out his gun, kicked the door off the truck and aimed it at the top of the truck, but saw nothing. The police arrived and stepped out of their cars as he grabbed a woman and held her if front of him at gunpoint. "OK take it easy pal, don't do anything drastic." one of the cops yelled as the thug slowly backed up. As he did, a shadow slowly formed in front of him that at first looked human, but then formed wings as he bumped into something. The woman gasped as her captor turned around to shoot the creature that had been pursuing him. His gun was immediately smacked away by the creature, who then grabbed him by the collar which forced him to release the woman.
The thug finally saw the creature in the light. It stood around 6'2, had blue skin, an athletes body, a set of wings with a 15 ft. wingspan, a reptilian like tail, clawed hands and stood on the balls of his elongated clawed feet. "What kind of monster are you?" the thug questioned as the creature looked at him with his glowing white eyes fading to normal and said, "Me? Well my name is Troy, I'm a Gargoyle and you my criminal friend are going to a nice place called prison where you'll be well taken care of." The crowd cheered as Troy carried his captured thief to the police officers. "Here ya go guys, one gun thief shrink-rapped and ready to go." he joked as handed him over to the policeman. "Thanks for your help." One of the cops said as she forced the thug into the car with his friend whom they had picked a minute before. "No problem guys, just here to help. Tell me if he acts up in your custody and I'll set 'em straight." He started laughing as he dug his claws into the building next to him and climbed to the roof. "See ya guys, oh and have fun in prison!" he shouted as he glided off toward New York City's largest building, the Eerie building.
5 minutes later...
Troy slowed down as he neared his destination. He had lived in the Eerie building his entire life, but he could never really get used to the height of the place. The building practically owned the sky since the twin towers went down when he was 5. Of course there was always the Empire State Building, which had been there for more than 80 years. But the thing that made the Eerie unique was the medieval castle that was mounted on top or as Troy called it, the "Pad" since he had to land on it to get there. I mean ya can't really waltz through the main lobby, say hello to the desk clerk, get in the elevator and say "Top floor" as a gargoyle can ya. I didn't think so.
Anyway, as usual, two people were waiting for him on the outside of the building. "Hey Mom, hey Dad, what's up?" he greeted as he landed in front of them. His father is the leader of the gargoyle clan Goliath, a very large gargoyle with very intimidating aura about him and his mother is a human police officer named Elisa Maza with an amazingly good physique for a woman pushing 55. He looked at their faces to see a familiar look, the parental "you're in trouble mister" look. "Uh, something wrong?" he asked, walking toward them trying to think of what he did. Maybe they found out about the statue at the museum, or maybe it's about what I did to Alex's spell books. Sheesh, one attempted magic spell and an accidental fairy dust fire and I'm marked for death. As he thought, his father spoke, "Perhaps you would like to explain this." he said as he lead Troy inside to view a news broadcast on the TV. It was about his little escapade earlier. "Hey that's me bustin' those two..." he paused as he realized what happened.
One of the main rules his parents had was that he wasn't supposed to handle a problem involving guns, and a gun heist counted as one of those problems. "Uhhhh I have no idea who that is, must be a new guy in town, looks kinda like me doesn't he." He ranted on trying desperately to avert punishment. Of course it didn't work. "I'm in trouble aren't I?" He asked as his mother answered "Oh yeah. Big time. Troy, how many times have we told you not to get involved with anything involving guns?" "34 by my last count, but of course I'm not always around when your yelling at him." answered Troy's friend Alex Xanatos answered as he got a soda out of the fridge. "Thanks Alex, I'll remember that the next time I'm around your parents." Troy said with his teeth clenched.
Alex was mainly Troy's best friend, but sometimes he could be a bit of a pain in the neck. "Look guys, I know I kinda disobeyed the rule, but don't ya think I've kind of outgrown that rule. I mean think about it, I'm 16 years old, I know 13 different martial arts and I've made grown men cry "uncle", I think I can handle two bozos with horrible aim." "Uh-huh, and what would you have done if were ten bozos with pretty good aim." Elisa said as she shook that vision out of her mind. "Troy, we don't make these rules because we think your not old enough to handle it, we make them to keep you safe." "Thanks guys, you know some parents would have punished their kid for not obeying the rules, but I'm glad my parents are so kind and generous and forgiving and..." Troy subtlety begged as he inched toward the hallway. Before he got to the hallway, his dad beat him there and said, "Nice try, you're grounded for a week, that means no nighttime or daytime gliding." Troy sighed as he accepted his fate. It was bad enough being cooped up all day in the castle, but all day and night will be torture.
That was another thing that separated him from the rest of the gargoyles, his ability to walk around during the day, unlike the others who turned to stone. He hated that, because it meant he couldn't see his father or any of the other gargoyles until nighttime. But hey, nothings perfect right? "Alright, I guess I deserve it. Sorry guys." Troy said, walking down the hall into the game room where mainly the kids of the castle hung out. Goliath and Elisa looked on and sighed. "What are we gonna do with him, he's so cocky." Elisa said as she walked over to get some coffee. "All children are cocky early in life, my love." said Goliath, wrapping a wing around his wife. "The trick is to let them grow out of it themselves." Elisa smiled as she kissed her husband, acknowledging the truth of his words. The only thing wrong with his words was that she wasn't sure he could grow out of it himself, and that she was worried that he wouldn't last that long.
Phew, new story up after so long.
Hope you enjoy it, it's my first time
writing with an original storyline that
wasn't a crossover or a parody, so I
really am proud of it. Please review.