From the team who brought you WitchHunt, here's our new story. We do not own Gargoyles. Basic plot comes from gargoyleslady (now Shadowchild28) and the OC's belong to both of us.
Angela and Broadway glided through the night sky. After a meal graciously provided by a grateful store owner whom the duo had saved from thieves and a movie, the two of them were wrapping up their date and heading back to the castle.
"Did you have fun, Angela?" Broadway asked.
Angela smiled. "I did," she answered. She giggled. "That store owner seemed surprised to see us together. You would think that he never thought gargoyles were anything other than base creatures."
"You sure changed his view," said Broadway with a chuckle.
"It was kind of him to provide us a meal," said Angela.
Broadway grinned and looked below them.
"What is it?" asked Angela, catching the glow in his eyes as he stared down. She looked down as well. There were several men standing in a darkened alley. Angela caught the glint of something metallic. "Weapons?" she asked.
"Let's check it out," said Broadway.
Angela looked to the east. "Broadway, it will soon be dawn."
"We'll make it quick," said Broadway, diving down to the closest rooftop to get a better view of what was happening below.
Angela made a face, trying to decide if she should follow or leave him. She followed him. Goliath would never forgive her if something happened to Broadway and she just left him.
Landing next to Broadway, Angela peeked down into the alley.
"Gun deal," muttered Broadway. He hissed. "I know that guy."
Angela turned to where Broadway was looking. There was an African-American man wearing rectangular framed glasses. They both recognized him as Tony Dracon's right-hand man, Glasses.
"If Glasses is here, Dracon must be nearby," said Broadway.
"If we are going to stop them, we should do it now," said Angela.
"You're right," said Broadway, vaulting himself over the side.
The men looked up when Broadway roared and dropped to the ground, taking out two of them with just a flick of his tail. Angela dropped down as well and threw another in a dumpster. Glasses drew his gun to shoot Angela, but Broadway knocked it out of his hand and flipped him onto his back, knocking him senseless.
"That's that," said Broadway, dusting off his hands. "Talk about it being easy. These guys didn't even put up a fight."
"I will find a payphone and call the police," said Angela. "There is one nearby."
"Okay, I'll wait for you on the building we jumped down from," said Broadway.
Angela hurried off and Broadway looked for something to tie the men up with. He heard something behind him. Broadway whipped around to the sound.
"Hey, Broadway," came the gravelly voice of Tony Dracon.
Dracon was holding his gun in his hand. Before Broadway could react, Dracon shot him twice in the chest. Broadway roared in pain, his eyes flashing white before he collapsed to the ground.
"Now there's one less gargoyle to worry about," said Dracon. "Glasses! Get up!" Dracon walked over to Glasses and gave him a good kick in the side. "Let's go. We have business to attend to."
Glasses groaned and got up. "Sure thing, boss," he said.
The two humans left, leaving Broadway with the other thugs. Broadway struggled to his feet and tried to find Angela. He was too weak to climb to the roof of the building where they planned to meet. The pain was something Broadway couldn't imagine. He would much rather have had Hakon hit him in the chest with his mace than to have had Dracon shoot him. Now he knew what Elisa felt like when he shot her.
Broadway, disoriented and relying on survival instinct, began to search for a place where he could sleep and wandered down the alley. He did not get far before he simply collapsed.
Angela waited at their designated meeting place, but Broadway never came. Where could he have gotten to? Angela thought. This is not like him to leave without me.
Deciding that something happened to him, Angela began to search from the air. What she found shocked her. Not far from where they were supposed to meet was a human female loading Broadway into a red pickup truck. Broadway was wounded, blood seeping from two holes in his chest. The human threw a tarp over his body and jumped into the driver's seat.
What should I do? Angela asked herself. The sun will soon rise and I will not make it back in time. If I try to confront this human, she may hurt me. For all I know, she hurt Broadway.
Angela knew she could do nothing if she just stood there looking stupid. She was alone and she knew that she would need help getting Broadway home even if the human meant her no harm. Angela got a good look at the license plate number of the truck. At least she could tell Elisa and she could find out who owned the truck. Then they would know where to go to rescue Broadway tomorrow night.
Angela turned and glided home as quickly as the winds of Manhattan could carry her.
So far so good, yes? Review and tell us what you think.