Hi there-New to Gargoyle fiction but this idea came to me in the form of a nightmare actually.
Rated R for notions of rape, abduction and other things that maybe the youngens shouldn't be reading.
Disclaimer-I don't own Gargoyles. But if I did I never would have made the stinking 'Goliath Chronicles' I can tell you that much. If you want the character 'Daniel' take him, He is slime.
As for any fans of X-men: Evo's Hiding, I AM working on it, but this idea was too good to let slide way. Forgive me.
Anywho-enjoy.
Caramia~
Chapter 1
"Bad to Worse"
Unlike most of the nights that had proceeded it, that night had been peaceful, calm...one could even call it a perfect night in the island of Manhattan.
Elisa looked up at the sky, and even though only the brightest stars were visible due to the constant lights of the city, it was still a remarkably clear night. The moon hung partially full with a yellow haze surrounding it. The brown cloud of pollution that usually hung over the city was gone for the time replaced with soft wisps that passed over the moon occasionally.
Even at the late hour of the night the smells of Italian food still mixed and mingled in the air.
The young detective walked rigidly beside her "date". The man was handsome but Elisa found no redeeming qualities. His conversations had been short and clipped. No original ideas. Elisa struggled to keep the sigh from escaping her mouth.
It had been her mother's idea to go out with him. He was the son of one of her mother's oldest friends. In short, Elisa had been forced on him because her mother was starting to fear for her romantic life.
She looked up at the young man with the short brown hair. He had the same build as Jason, strong upper body and lean legs and arms. But Jason would have at least talked for the past seven blocks.
It was a great relief to her when the two finally reached her door. She took out her key and placed it in the lock.
She flashed him one of her stunning smiles.
"Thanks, Daniel. I hope you had a good time in the Big Apple."
He nodded, smiling a dazzling smile of his own and brought his hand up to her arm. As he started to lean down she leaned back. She raised a delicate hand in protest.
"Listen. It's been fun," she smiled hoping to pull of the lie, "But I want to keep it friendly."
He locked his jaw and leaned back again rigidly. Daniel forced a smile.
"Oh yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you, Elisa. Say 'hi' to your mother for me, okay?"
She nodded, waited for him to head down the hallway and then turned the doorknob and headed in. Her red bomber was discarded and the tight fitting black halter-top her mother forced her into became visible. It was remarkable how after 27 years her mother still had almost complete control over her life.
Elisa rubbed the back of her neck and leaned down to remove the tight platform shoes that cramped her feet. She frowned massaging them for a few minutes.
But as the familiar sound of wind rushing into her apartment came she was all smiled as she turned around.
There, standing nearly seven feet tall in all his lavender glory was Goliath. The open window allowed the wind to come in and play with his long, black hair.
"Hey, Big guy. What's going on?" she walked toward him while pulling the chopsticks out of her hair. The midnight blue strands feel down her back and over her shoulders. Goliath reached out a hand and pushed a few hairs away from her face. She blushed as the talons brushed her cheek.
"You were out later than usual. I thought you had the entire night off?" He questioned.
She moved closer to him and placed her hands on her hips.
"I did but I was forced to show this guy around town." Elisa snickered as the frown appeared on his face, " Don't worry!" she punched his arm playfully, "He was a real stick in the mud. I much prefer you..."
He smiled, revealing the fangs and reached out to her. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and planting kisses all over his face.
Licking her lips she continued, "It's amazing how I choose Gargoyle males to those of my own species, huh?"
He laughed and playfully brought her to the ground in a gentle tackle.
The two didn't even notice the loud footsteps that pounded down the hall way from her door.
Goliath flexed into a frightening position before the sun touched his skin and froze him into stone. Detective Maza turned away from the creatures. Too many times she had found herself just staring at them not realizing how much time had gone by. But today she had to get directly over to work. The case she was working on was just too important to allow herself time for gargoyle watching.
She said goodbye to each of them in turn, even if they couldn't hear her and raced down the stairs jumping three at a time. As she was taking the last few she felt a tug then saw the stone floor racing up to meet her body. She winced but felt a much more gentle force steady her.
Elisa looked up to see Owen Burnett with his stone hand secure under her body. Even though she didn't much care for this employee of Xanatos she did flash him an embarrassed smile.
He helped her to her feet, not releasing his hold of her until she was securely standing in place.
"I would advise taking the stairs a bit slower next time, Detective."
She noted, with a bit of exasperation that even after all this time he was still unable to add 'Maza' to the end of her title.
"Yeah, I will. But today I really have to be on time." She glanced down at his watch, back up at him and then bolted again.
She turned as she ran and waved back.
"Thanks for the catch, Owen. I owe ya'!"
Owen nodded but she was gone before he could reply.
He watched the direction she had went far longer than necessary. Something in the air didn't taste right. He frowned a bit, wishing secretly for the detectives' continued safety.
Elisa found her car in the parking garage and brought out the keys. She had saved a bit of money and had finally gotten around to getting one of the locks that was activated by a button on her key chain. It made her happy to hear the 'beep beep' as the doors were unlocked from twenty feet away.
What didn't make her happy was the tugging feeling on her conscious as she felt the parking garage become not so safe.
Even since she was a little girl she had always hated the concrete structure. Afraid that they would either collapse on her, that there could be an unexpected blackout, or that she could get attacked.
She realized it was foolish to worry knowing that Xanatos had rigged every part of his building with high tech security. Yeah, it was a lot more comforting to realize if she got mugged then at least it would be caught on state-of-the-art videotape.
Elisa shrugged her shoulders, took a breath and then walked closer to her car. Her beautiful, red car. Her safe car.
As she tugged on the handle her acute sense of danger really picked up and she whirled around instantly.
It wasn't enough time to stop the cloth from clamping down on her mouth. Before she could see where it had come from she found the world blackening and her body going limp.
She vaguely caught the words, "Nighty, night, Princess." Before she was sucked deeper and deeper into nothing.
Matt tapped his pencil on the foot of his raised leg in a constant rhythm. Once again he was waiting for Elisa to arrive. He knew that her job and then the gargoyles kept her busy but he needed her to be here. This case was too fragile and too close to ending for her not to be here.
"Bluestone!"
He raised his eyes to captain Chavez as she walked over to his desk. He lowered his feet and stood up to greet her. The look on her face was enough to make him stop.
'Why aren't you and Maza out of here yet?"
Matt scratched his head in an attempt to look innocent.
"Because she's not here yet."
Chavez shook her head and suddenly signaled to someone across the room. The handsome, young Jason was limping across the room to him.
It had been amazing, a miracle even when he had felt the sensation in his lower body. Over a few months the muscles that had all but atrophied were being put to use as he struggle to walk once again. Now he only used a cane and was readmitted back into the New York Police Department. It seemed as if the attack he and his siblings caused had been forgotten, like magic...
Now the young man reached Matt and was smiling.
Jason extending his hand and Matt shook it hesitantly.
"Since Maza can't be here I want you out there with Jason." She held a hand in protest to Matt's oncoming objections. "Don't even start. Jason knows what he's doing and you need to get out there before the case gets colder. Now go!"
She left no more room for arguments as she walked away from the two.
Jason could only smile at the frustration on Matt's face.
"Sooooo. Am I driving, or are you?"
Matt groaned and slapped his face. Without answering he grabbing his own car keys and started walking towards the front doors.
The thing that really brought the young detective to her senses was the awful smell. The pungent stench of rotten eggs, curdled milk, and other unmentionable foul smelling things crept over her and caused her to wake up coughing.
That's when the pain sent in. Her right temple was throbbing and when she reached up to touch it she felt the unmistakable touch of sticky liquid; blood. From the small stings all over her body she quickly determined it was her own.
She managed to sit up, trying to ignore the pain in her head, and looked around. It appeared to be an extremely small closet. She just barely could stretch out her legs strait. The floor was a cold concrete that managed to chill her legs and send shivers up her spine.
Carefully turning around as not to make too much noise she saw the door. She reached out a shaky hand and grasped the doorknob.
Elisa gasped as it was pulled from her reach and the door was thrown open.
Of all the things she was expecting to find on the other side, this was the worst possibility.
Standing in front of her, with hammer in hand and blue mask on was a Quarryman.
With the drugs still running through her system it was hard to process all that was going on. All she could really do was stare at the man. The breath caught in her throat as the man leaned over and grabbed her arms.
With strength that came easily to him he lifted the petite woman off the ground and dragged her out of the confining space. Elisa was almost glad to be out of the dark closest only to realize what was in the larger room waiting for her.
Quarrymen stood with hammers either resting in their hands or tilted on their shoulders.
There must have been at least 50 men standing around all watching her.
The man holding her ran his hands down her arms and gripped her wrists. He pinned them to her sides and then held her out in front of him.
"This is what we've always fear men!" his voice boomed over the now hushed crows.
"We can't blame the gargoyles for being the perverse freaks that they are! All we can do is get rid of them. But this...trash!" he shook Elisa, "She not only support the freaks she actually prefers them to human men!"
Elisa's eyes widened. 'How could they know?'
Finally feeling the drugs start to fade away she managed to cough a bit, clearing her throat.
"Anything compared to you freaks is agreeable." The insult came out as a hoarse whisper.
She shuddered as she felt trash and other objects being hurled at her but the drugs were finally wearing off and her fighting spirit was quickly becoming untamed. The detective finally raised her head and glared at all of the blue-clad men.
"It's time to teach this...slut and all like her what protecting gargoyles really means."
Elisa was pushed forward and the ground beat into her side forcing the air out of her. She didn't take long to contemplate that but instantly had her eyes up looking at the men. Elisa repeated the mantra in her head, 'keep them away from you.'
Spinning around to face who had just thrown her seemed to be too sudden a move for them as they all suddenly ran forward.
Instinctively she reached for her gun. Even before she felt the empty holster she knew it wouldn't be there. These guys were pretty stupid but they had enough sense to leave her weaponless.
Her fists were up and punching at any solid surface they could reach. She felt a few blows go in but it was soon useless.
Too many arms were grabbing her and pinning her down.
"Get off of me!"
She was struggling and squirming without reason now. Her hips moved from side to side and her arms flung in all directions.
Soon enough the overwhelming number of them had completely pinned her to the floor. She had tried spitting but it had only landed on the material of the masks.
Then she felt the worst thing. Numerous hands were wandering over her body. Some were groping her and some were starting to pull on her clothing.
'Oh God oh God oh God.'
"Stop it! Don't!" she howled but they pressed on. She heard the tearing noises and soon her jacket was off, soon followed by her tight shirt. Elisa closed her eyes as she heard and felt her zipper being undone.
They had left her in her underwear, almost refusing to take off the last protection she had against them.
And, as soon as they had come, the numerous hands were gone. Only two remained on her arms and two pairs of legs were holding her down.
She opened her eyes to see only one man leaning on top of her. The rest looked on, and even though the masks covered their faces, she knew they were smirking.
The one left seemed to lower his head and smell her throat and breasts. She turned her head away from him, refusing to let the tears of humiliation fall.
"Whatever you do, I'll still think the gargoyles are the noblest creatures on earth. And I'll always know they're a hell of a lot better than you scum."
The man's head came closer to her head.
She could hear him breathing in her ear.
In a voice too familiar to her she heard him whisper,
"Don't worry, I'll keep it friendly..."
Rated R for notions of rape, abduction and other things that maybe the youngens shouldn't be reading.
Disclaimer-I don't own Gargoyles. But if I did I never would have made the stinking 'Goliath Chronicles' I can tell you that much. If you want the character 'Daniel' take him, He is slime.
As for any fans of X-men: Evo's Hiding, I AM working on it, but this idea was too good to let slide way. Forgive me.
Anywho-enjoy.
Caramia~
Chapter 1
"Bad to Worse"
Unlike most of the nights that had proceeded it, that night had been peaceful, calm...one could even call it a perfect night in the island of Manhattan.
Elisa looked up at the sky, and even though only the brightest stars were visible due to the constant lights of the city, it was still a remarkably clear night. The moon hung partially full with a yellow haze surrounding it. The brown cloud of pollution that usually hung over the city was gone for the time replaced with soft wisps that passed over the moon occasionally.
Even at the late hour of the night the smells of Italian food still mixed and mingled in the air.
The young detective walked rigidly beside her "date". The man was handsome but Elisa found no redeeming qualities. His conversations had been short and clipped. No original ideas. Elisa struggled to keep the sigh from escaping her mouth.
It had been her mother's idea to go out with him. He was the son of one of her mother's oldest friends. In short, Elisa had been forced on him because her mother was starting to fear for her romantic life.
She looked up at the young man with the short brown hair. He had the same build as Jason, strong upper body and lean legs and arms. But Jason would have at least talked for the past seven blocks.
It was a great relief to her when the two finally reached her door. She took out her key and placed it in the lock.
She flashed him one of her stunning smiles.
"Thanks, Daniel. I hope you had a good time in the Big Apple."
He nodded, smiling a dazzling smile of his own and brought his hand up to her arm. As he started to lean down she leaned back. She raised a delicate hand in protest.
"Listen. It's been fun," she smiled hoping to pull of the lie, "But I want to keep it friendly."
He locked his jaw and leaned back again rigidly. Daniel forced a smile.
"Oh yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you, Elisa. Say 'hi' to your mother for me, okay?"
She nodded, waited for him to head down the hallway and then turned the doorknob and headed in. Her red bomber was discarded and the tight fitting black halter-top her mother forced her into became visible. It was remarkable how after 27 years her mother still had almost complete control over her life.
Elisa rubbed the back of her neck and leaned down to remove the tight platform shoes that cramped her feet. She frowned massaging them for a few minutes.
But as the familiar sound of wind rushing into her apartment came she was all smiled as she turned around.
There, standing nearly seven feet tall in all his lavender glory was Goliath. The open window allowed the wind to come in and play with his long, black hair.
"Hey, Big guy. What's going on?" she walked toward him while pulling the chopsticks out of her hair. The midnight blue strands feel down her back and over her shoulders. Goliath reached out a hand and pushed a few hairs away from her face. She blushed as the talons brushed her cheek.
"You were out later than usual. I thought you had the entire night off?" He questioned.
She moved closer to him and placed her hands on her hips.
"I did but I was forced to show this guy around town." Elisa snickered as the frown appeared on his face, " Don't worry!" she punched his arm playfully, "He was a real stick in the mud. I much prefer you..."
He smiled, revealing the fangs and reached out to her. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and planting kisses all over his face.
Licking her lips she continued, "It's amazing how I choose Gargoyle males to those of my own species, huh?"
He laughed and playfully brought her to the ground in a gentle tackle.
The two didn't even notice the loud footsteps that pounded down the hall way from her door.
Goliath flexed into a frightening position before the sun touched his skin and froze him into stone. Detective Maza turned away from the creatures. Too many times she had found herself just staring at them not realizing how much time had gone by. But today she had to get directly over to work. The case she was working on was just too important to allow herself time for gargoyle watching.
She said goodbye to each of them in turn, even if they couldn't hear her and raced down the stairs jumping three at a time. As she was taking the last few she felt a tug then saw the stone floor racing up to meet her body. She winced but felt a much more gentle force steady her.
Elisa looked up to see Owen Burnett with his stone hand secure under her body. Even though she didn't much care for this employee of Xanatos she did flash him an embarrassed smile.
He helped her to her feet, not releasing his hold of her until she was securely standing in place.
"I would advise taking the stairs a bit slower next time, Detective."
She noted, with a bit of exasperation that even after all this time he was still unable to add 'Maza' to the end of her title.
"Yeah, I will. But today I really have to be on time." She glanced down at his watch, back up at him and then bolted again.
She turned as she ran and waved back.
"Thanks for the catch, Owen. I owe ya'!"
Owen nodded but she was gone before he could reply.
He watched the direction she had went far longer than necessary. Something in the air didn't taste right. He frowned a bit, wishing secretly for the detectives' continued safety.
Elisa found her car in the parking garage and brought out the keys. She had saved a bit of money and had finally gotten around to getting one of the locks that was activated by a button on her key chain. It made her happy to hear the 'beep beep' as the doors were unlocked from twenty feet away.
What didn't make her happy was the tugging feeling on her conscious as she felt the parking garage become not so safe.
Even since she was a little girl she had always hated the concrete structure. Afraid that they would either collapse on her, that there could be an unexpected blackout, or that she could get attacked.
She realized it was foolish to worry knowing that Xanatos had rigged every part of his building with high tech security. Yeah, it was a lot more comforting to realize if she got mugged then at least it would be caught on state-of-the-art videotape.
Elisa shrugged her shoulders, took a breath and then walked closer to her car. Her beautiful, red car. Her safe car.
As she tugged on the handle her acute sense of danger really picked up and she whirled around instantly.
It wasn't enough time to stop the cloth from clamping down on her mouth. Before she could see where it had come from she found the world blackening and her body going limp.
She vaguely caught the words, "Nighty, night, Princess." Before she was sucked deeper and deeper into nothing.
Matt tapped his pencil on the foot of his raised leg in a constant rhythm. Once again he was waiting for Elisa to arrive. He knew that her job and then the gargoyles kept her busy but he needed her to be here. This case was too fragile and too close to ending for her not to be here.
"Bluestone!"
He raised his eyes to captain Chavez as she walked over to his desk. He lowered his feet and stood up to greet her. The look on her face was enough to make him stop.
'Why aren't you and Maza out of here yet?"
Matt scratched his head in an attempt to look innocent.
"Because she's not here yet."
Chavez shook her head and suddenly signaled to someone across the room. The handsome, young Jason was limping across the room to him.
It had been amazing, a miracle even when he had felt the sensation in his lower body. Over a few months the muscles that had all but atrophied were being put to use as he struggle to walk once again. Now he only used a cane and was readmitted back into the New York Police Department. It seemed as if the attack he and his siblings caused had been forgotten, like magic...
Now the young man reached Matt and was smiling.
Jason extending his hand and Matt shook it hesitantly.
"Since Maza can't be here I want you out there with Jason." She held a hand in protest to Matt's oncoming objections. "Don't even start. Jason knows what he's doing and you need to get out there before the case gets colder. Now go!"
She left no more room for arguments as she walked away from the two.
Jason could only smile at the frustration on Matt's face.
"Sooooo. Am I driving, or are you?"
Matt groaned and slapped his face. Without answering he grabbing his own car keys and started walking towards the front doors.
The thing that really brought the young detective to her senses was the awful smell. The pungent stench of rotten eggs, curdled milk, and other unmentionable foul smelling things crept over her and caused her to wake up coughing.
That's when the pain sent in. Her right temple was throbbing and when she reached up to touch it she felt the unmistakable touch of sticky liquid; blood. From the small stings all over her body she quickly determined it was her own.
She managed to sit up, trying to ignore the pain in her head, and looked around. It appeared to be an extremely small closet. She just barely could stretch out her legs strait. The floor was a cold concrete that managed to chill her legs and send shivers up her spine.
Carefully turning around as not to make too much noise she saw the door. She reached out a shaky hand and grasped the doorknob.
Elisa gasped as it was pulled from her reach and the door was thrown open.
Of all the things she was expecting to find on the other side, this was the worst possibility.
Standing in front of her, with hammer in hand and blue mask on was a Quarryman.
With the drugs still running through her system it was hard to process all that was going on. All she could really do was stare at the man. The breath caught in her throat as the man leaned over and grabbed her arms.
With strength that came easily to him he lifted the petite woman off the ground and dragged her out of the confining space. Elisa was almost glad to be out of the dark closest only to realize what was in the larger room waiting for her.
Quarrymen stood with hammers either resting in their hands or tilted on their shoulders.
There must have been at least 50 men standing around all watching her.
The man holding her ran his hands down her arms and gripped her wrists. He pinned them to her sides and then held her out in front of him.
"This is what we've always fear men!" his voice boomed over the now hushed crows.
"We can't blame the gargoyles for being the perverse freaks that they are! All we can do is get rid of them. But this...trash!" he shook Elisa, "She not only support the freaks she actually prefers them to human men!"
Elisa's eyes widened. 'How could they know?'
Finally feeling the drugs start to fade away she managed to cough a bit, clearing her throat.
"Anything compared to you freaks is agreeable." The insult came out as a hoarse whisper.
She shuddered as she felt trash and other objects being hurled at her but the drugs were finally wearing off and her fighting spirit was quickly becoming untamed. The detective finally raised her head and glared at all of the blue-clad men.
"It's time to teach this...slut and all like her what protecting gargoyles really means."
Elisa was pushed forward and the ground beat into her side forcing the air out of her. She didn't take long to contemplate that but instantly had her eyes up looking at the men. Elisa repeated the mantra in her head, 'keep them away from you.'
Spinning around to face who had just thrown her seemed to be too sudden a move for them as they all suddenly ran forward.
Instinctively she reached for her gun. Even before she felt the empty holster she knew it wouldn't be there. These guys were pretty stupid but they had enough sense to leave her weaponless.
Her fists were up and punching at any solid surface they could reach. She felt a few blows go in but it was soon useless.
Too many arms were grabbing her and pinning her down.
"Get off of me!"
She was struggling and squirming without reason now. Her hips moved from side to side and her arms flung in all directions.
Soon enough the overwhelming number of them had completely pinned her to the floor. She had tried spitting but it had only landed on the material of the masks.
Then she felt the worst thing. Numerous hands were wandering over her body. Some were groping her and some were starting to pull on her clothing.
'Oh God oh God oh God.'
"Stop it! Don't!" she howled but they pressed on. She heard the tearing noises and soon her jacket was off, soon followed by her tight shirt. Elisa closed her eyes as she heard and felt her zipper being undone.
They had left her in her underwear, almost refusing to take off the last protection she had against them.
And, as soon as they had come, the numerous hands were gone. Only two remained on her arms and two pairs of legs were holding her down.
She opened her eyes to see only one man leaning on top of her. The rest looked on, and even though the masks covered their faces, she knew they were smirking.
The one left seemed to lower his head and smell her throat and breasts. She turned her head away from him, refusing to let the tears of humiliation fall.
"Whatever you do, I'll still think the gargoyles are the noblest creatures on earth. And I'll always know they're a hell of a lot better than you scum."
The man's head came closer to her head.
She could hear him breathing in her ear.
In a voice too familiar to her she heard him whisper,
"Don't worry, I'll keep it friendly..."