New World of Fear

by Courier999

After a millennium of slumber, a clan of gargoyles reawakens in modern day New York City. Now, they're caught in the machinations of an eccentric industrialist, an immortal Scottish king, and innumerable eldritch abominations and sorcerers. Rated T for violence and language. Set in the same universe as "Musical Illusionists." R&R!

1. Chapter 1

GARGOYLES: New World of Fear

Gargoyles and related characters are property of Disney. Inhumanoids, Transformers, Jem, GI Joe and related characters are property of Hasbro. This is set on Earth-H.

Chapter 1: An Offer You Can't Refuse

EYRIE BUILDING- NEW YORK CITY:

"Earth Corps, party of eight- Mr. Xanatos will see you now."

Herc Armstrong nodded as he and his cohorts entered the elevator.

"Remind me again why we came here." he mumbled as the elevator ascended.

An awkward silence settled over the Earth Corps before the elevator came to a halt. As the doors opened, a blond man in a three-piece suit and horn-rimmed glasses was standing before the octet.

"You must be the Earth Corps. My name is Owen Burnett, and I have been ordered to make you comfortable. As such, I have provided you with reading material, some fine wines, and hors d'oeuvres. Doctor Armstrong and Miss Shore- Mister Xanatos will see you personally. The rest of you can faff about." he pronounced.

Sandra and Herc nodded and followed Owen, leaving the others alone.

"Nice place. Maybe Jess and the others could take a hint about interior decorating from this Xanatos guy." Auger snarked.

Bombardier nodded as he poured a glass of wine.

"Hey, Liz- you want a bite to eat?" he asked.

Sabre Jet shook her head. Meanwhile, Bright and Liquidator were thumbing through the magazines that Xanatos had provided.

"What's going on with Herc and Sandra?" Tank asked.

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"Doctor Armstrong, Miss Shore- let me just say what a pleasure it is to meet you."

Here and Sandra looked at a brunette man with a short beard.

"Who exactly are you?" Herc asked.

"My name is David Xanatos. You're probably wondering why I contacted you-"

"An astute observation, Sherlock. Perhaps you can tell us."

"I've heard about your ventures against the Inhumanoids."

Sandra groaned.

"You're not planning a trip to Skellweb, are you?"

"Hardly. I was asking you to do a consulting gig. Well, I was going to ask Doctor Slattery for consulting, but he insisted the rest of you come along too."

"What's the job?"

"I'm going to Western Scotland. There's a castle there that I plan to move here to New York- Castle Wyvern. There're rumors that it's got something supernatural involved, so I wanted experts to check it out."

Sandra nodded.

"So when do we leave?" she asked.

"Tomorrow morning. I've had work crews ready for a few months now, and they're chomping at the bit."

"Understood, Mister Xanatos." Herc replied.