Drunken Stupor
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This fic is either humorous or serious, depending on what your home environment is like. I have no intentions to upset or offend anyone with this fic. I merely write this because someone I know is a constant drunk, and I am venting my aggravation, so please don't get pissed. This fic was written to be something out of the Goliath Chronicles universe.
Goliath:(narrates) The desire to belong in a society is a strong human trait, one that is not inflicted upon my species. But sometimes, a Gargoyle may find himself tempted by the consequences of his own misguided actions when he finds himself being touched by the throes of frustration and makes the decision to do something about it. Such thinking is not always wise...
As the snow settled, slowly gliding down to bury the town of Manhattan, New York, Elisa Maza drove her cherry red Fiat towards the Xanatos Corporation building. It had been a long day for her at the police station, hours upon hours of paperwork finally taking their tolls on her, and she was more then glad to call it a night. Wanting nothing more then to sit on her sofa and watch a movie on TV with Cagney asleep in her lap, Elisa smiled warmly. She had been so busy ever since the Gargoyles were first exposed to the American public not as hoaxes, but as actual living creatures. Constantly bogus reports of Gargoyles "attacks" resulted in hours of report filing. She was physically and emotionally drained, but it was nothing that a long night's relaxation couldn't fix.
After she visited the clan.
Pulling up in front of the building, Elisa shivered in the cold winter air, pulling her collar around her neck, and wrapped her arms around herself. Pushing open the glass entrance door, Elisa nodded her hellos to the stocky security guard whom was leaning back in his chair, watching the small color TV on his desk. The uniformed guard merely grunted in response, not taking his eyes off of the small monitor blaring the basketball game loudly. Elisa grinned and headed up the long flight of stairs. When she reached the upper recesses of the Castle reclined on top of the building, Elisa smiled as Lexington and Angela came forward in greeting, wrapping their arms around her in affectionate hugs.
Broadway, Hudson, and Brooklyn smiled in greeting.
Suddenly, Elisa noticed someone missing. "Where's Goliath?"
"He's still on patrol," Brooklyn answered. "He hasn't come home, and we're getting worried."
Elisa patted the red gargoyle's shoulder. "I'm sure he'll be back soon," she replied comfortingly. "I'm kind of disappointed, too, though. I wanted to see him. How long has he been gone?"
"Three hours," Lexington responded. "Maybe the Quarrymen got a hold of him?"
"I hope not," Elisa thought. What she SAID was "Nonsense. Goliath is capable of handling the Quarrymen. He took them out on the night of his date with me, remember?" They all nodded unhappy agreement. "He's fine."
In the back of her mind, though, Elisa had doubts. She had a sense of foretelling doom raising goosebumps on her flesh, and her keen police instincts told her that Goliath would NEVER have let the clan return from patrol without him. Something was definitely wrong, but what? Was Lex right? Did Goliath have an unfortunate run-in with Castaway and his troops only to meet his long waiting demise? No. Elisa couldn't bring herself to think that way.
"Was he with any of you?" She questioned. "Did he say where he was going?"
"Father was with me," Angela interjected. "He mentioned something about a meeting near the docks, and flew off. I tried to catch up with him, but he was too fast. He must have really been anxious to be able to out glide me. Whatever it was he was going off to, it must've been something BIG."
"What do you think it was?" Lexington asked.
Angela frowned. "I don't know. Father wouldn't say." She looked at Elisa worriedly. "Is he going to come back, Elisa?"
Before Elisa could answer, however, a familiar lavender shape soared in from out of nowhere. Elisa started to gasp, then smiled as she realized that he had returned. Her best friend. Her protector. Her guardian.
Her true love.
"Big Guy, where have you been?"
Elisa started to hug him, then her nose wrinkled and she flinched. "Eeww! Goliath, what is that smell?" Elisa questioned. The large Gargoyle simply flopped onto his back like a fish. The entire Clan gasped in bewilderment and wonder. Suddenly driven by a suspicious thought in her mind, Elisa grabbed Goliath's large hand and turned it around gently.
Revealing the can of Budweiser in his large talons.
Goliath was drunk.
"What HAPPENED?" Angela asked, her face changing from her usual purple color to the reddish tint of worry and humiliation over her father's startling entrance. Elisa looked at the female gargoyle, a look of confirmation and unpleasant knowledge on her face. "Goliath's drunk, Angela. Just give him the night, and it should wear off by tomorrow morning...I mean, tomorrow night. He'll sleep it off."
"How did it happen?"
"I bet I know," came a voice from behind them.
The Clan and Elisa all turned as one to see Matt Bluestone watching, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Matt?" Elisa pressed. "How do you know?" The red-haired cop smiled at his partner mockingly. "Because I was called to break up a drunken celebration at Miller's docks an hour ago. Goliath was there, drinking heavily and causing quite a commotion there. My guess is he met some drunken humans who weren't afraid of him and invited him to come with them and get hammered. I brought several people in, and I tried to restrain Goliath long enough to bring him back here, but he escaped. Where he went or how he flew in his state of mind is beyond me."
"Goliath? Can you tell us?" Brooklyn requested.
"Ye...yes...long night...flew off...Xanatos...Elisa...no time...too much work..."
Elisa looked at Brooklyn, who merely shrugged.
"My guess," Matt replied strenuously. "Is that Goliath has been under stress lately, brought on by having to protect both the Xanatos family and his frustrations for not being able to be your mate, partner."
"This is my fault?"
"A little bit," Matt answered. "He feels that he will never have a true mate, and he probably got drunk to wash his sorrows away. He'll be fine after he sleeps it off."
Elisa sighed, and rubbed her face in anxiety.
"I hope so, Matt. I really do."
Matt smiled and touched his partner's shoulder, his face a mix of understanding and kindness. Elisa smiled faintly, and glanced at the group huddled around the purple form lying on the floor.
Lexington looked down at Goliath's face. His eyes were closed, and there was that bitter stench of beer on his breath that made Lexington blink disgustedly. Brooklyn grabbed his wrist, and tried to hoist the smaller Olive being to his feet and away from Goliath. Lexington jerked away. "I'm fine."
"Lex, I wouldn't take that chance if I were you," Brooklyn warned.
Lexington looked at him. "Well, are you me? No."
Lexington leaned in close and peered down at his fallen clan leader.
"I think he's asleep."
With a malformed roar, Goliath awoke and grabbed the Olive creature by the neck.
"How...dare...you...mock...me..." the plastered gargoyle slurred, a note of anger in his voice. "I'll...teach you to...mock me...HALFLING." Struggling to breathe, Goliath's massive fist cutting off his oxygen supply, Lex caught the insult and turned teary-eyed.
"Goliath..." Lex wheezed. "You...don't....know... *Gag*...what you are...saying."
With an angered snarl, Goliath hurled Lexington out onto the balcony, and then staggered, roaring, as he spun around, revealing to the others the tranquilizer dart in his back. David Xanatos frowned as he lowered the tranquilizer gun.
"Sorry, Goliath, but I can't have you running around here endangering my family and your clan while you're stone drunk."
Goliath dropped to his knees and then fell onto his stomach on the stone floor, unconscious. Rubbing the back of his bruised neck, Lexington reappeared into the room and looked at the humans and gargoyles in the room. "So what do we do with him for the night?" Xanatos glanced at the smallest gargoyle next to Bronx. "I have a study room downstairs with a lockable door made of steel 5 feet thick. We can lock him up there until he recovers. Help me, all of you." Xanatos leaned down and grabbed Goliath's legs, straining to lift up the heavy creature.
Goliath was so heavy, it took everyone to carry him to the elevator and go down.
"Whew!" Angela gasped, rubbing her left shoulder. "I had no idea he was so heavy!"
"In here," Xanatos ordered, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Settling the sleeping gargoyle on the bed, the group shut the door behind them and walked away to let him sleep his drunken state. "Goliath...I'm sorry," Elisa whispered into the darkness of the hallway, eyes starting to tear. "I'll see you when you feel better."
She turned and walked away, determined to help Goliath with his drinking problem if it got any worse then it did tonight. Elisa took the stairs down and walked to her car, all thoughts on her closest gargoyle friend. He had always been invulnerable to almost anything. He had never shown any signs of the stress that he had been under, and it seemed that he had hidden it away all this time.
Until tonight.
He had always seemed to be strong in the face of danger. Demona. Macbeth. John Castaway and the Quarrymen. Even Oberon seemed to not make Goliath enraged to the point of irresponsibility. But a bunch of drunken bums had made Goliath drunk. Them and the stress from having to live a life of solitude and enforced protection.
It would have been enough to make anybody crack under the pressure.
But Elisa Maza had never thought it would happen to the one being she loved more then life itself.
Well apparently, she was wrong. Even Goliath wasn't invincible, and they had all known it deep down. They just had never expected to have to face it. Now the time to face their hidden traits had come. Goliath's strong drunkenness had been adamant proof of that. Now that the Clan had witnessed the fierce side of their leader, as well as the domestic violence he had administered upon Lexington for no absolute reason, things might never be the same for any of the clan, the Xanatos family, or Elisa and Matt.
Sighing, Elisa got into her Fiat and revved the engine, tires squealing as the vehicle traveled slowly down the road towards her apartment building.
The End?
This was NOT intended to upset anyone who knows someone like Goliath in this fic. I wrote it because I go through the same thing that other people who live with alcoholics do, and this story was written because I wanted to say in my own way that things are going to be fine.
Really.
The person I was talking about that I know got help for his problems long ago, and this piece is a message to those who still have to deal with alcoholism every day. If you know someone like that, set up a meeting for them at the nearest AA location.
Drinking is primarily major result of stress. So try listening to that person's problem's and sympathize with them. Maybe you can help that person somehow. Who knows?
You're not alone. Many people go through the same kind of thing.
Any responses or questions? Send them to
kingcobra49036@yahoo.com
King Cobra3.
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This fic is either humorous or serious, depending on what your home environment is like. I have no intentions to upset or offend anyone with this fic. I merely write this because someone I know is a constant drunk, and I am venting my aggravation, so please don't get pissed. This fic was written to be something out of the Goliath Chronicles universe.
Goliath:(narrates) The desire to belong in a society is a strong human trait, one that is not inflicted upon my species. But sometimes, a Gargoyle may find himself tempted by the consequences of his own misguided actions when he finds himself being touched by the throes of frustration and makes the decision to do something about it. Such thinking is not always wise...
As the snow settled, slowly gliding down to bury the town of Manhattan, New York, Elisa Maza drove her cherry red Fiat towards the Xanatos Corporation building. It had been a long day for her at the police station, hours upon hours of paperwork finally taking their tolls on her, and she was more then glad to call it a night. Wanting nothing more then to sit on her sofa and watch a movie on TV with Cagney asleep in her lap, Elisa smiled warmly. She had been so busy ever since the Gargoyles were first exposed to the American public not as hoaxes, but as actual living creatures. Constantly bogus reports of Gargoyles "attacks" resulted in hours of report filing. She was physically and emotionally drained, but it was nothing that a long night's relaxation couldn't fix.
After she visited the clan.
Pulling up in front of the building, Elisa shivered in the cold winter air, pulling her collar around her neck, and wrapped her arms around herself. Pushing open the glass entrance door, Elisa nodded her hellos to the stocky security guard whom was leaning back in his chair, watching the small color TV on his desk. The uniformed guard merely grunted in response, not taking his eyes off of the small monitor blaring the basketball game loudly. Elisa grinned and headed up the long flight of stairs. When she reached the upper recesses of the Castle reclined on top of the building, Elisa smiled as Lexington and Angela came forward in greeting, wrapping their arms around her in affectionate hugs.
Broadway, Hudson, and Brooklyn smiled in greeting.
Suddenly, Elisa noticed someone missing. "Where's Goliath?"
"He's still on patrol," Brooklyn answered. "He hasn't come home, and we're getting worried."
Elisa patted the red gargoyle's shoulder. "I'm sure he'll be back soon," she replied comfortingly. "I'm kind of disappointed, too, though. I wanted to see him. How long has he been gone?"
"Three hours," Lexington responded. "Maybe the Quarrymen got a hold of him?"
"I hope not," Elisa thought. What she SAID was "Nonsense. Goliath is capable of handling the Quarrymen. He took them out on the night of his date with me, remember?" They all nodded unhappy agreement. "He's fine."
In the back of her mind, though, Elisa had doubts. She had a sense of foretelling doom raising goosebumps on her flesh, and her keen police instincts told her that Goliath would NEVER have let the clan return from patrol without him. Something was definitely wrong, but what? Was Lex right? Did Goliath have an unfortunate run-in with Castaway and his troops only to meet his long waiting demise? No. Elisa couldn't bring herself to think that way.
"Was he with any of you?" She questioned. "Did he say where he was going?"
"Father was with me," Angela interjected. "He mentioned something about a meeting near the docks, and flew off. I tried to catch up with him, but he was too fast. He must have really been anxious to be able to out glide me. Whatever it was he was going off to, it must've been something BIG."
"What do you think it was?" Lexington asked.
Angela frowned. "I don't know. Father wouldn't say." She looked at Elisa worriedly. "Is he going to come back, Elisa?"
Before Elisa could answer, however, a familiar lavender shape soared in from out of nowhere. Elisa started to gasp, then smiled as she realized that he had returned. Her best friend. Her protector. Her guardian.
Her true love.
"Big Guy, where have you been?"
Elisa started to hug him, then her nose wrinkled and she flinched. "Eeww! Goliath, what is that smell?" Elisa questioned. The large Gargoyle simply flopped onto his back like a fish. The entire Clan gasped in bewilderment and wonder. Suddenly driven by a suspicious thought in her mind, Elisa grabbed Goliath's large hand and turned it around gently.
Revealing the can of Budweiser in his large talons.
Goliath was drunk.
"What HAPPENED?" Angela asked, her face changing from her usual purple color to the reddish tint of worry and humiliation over her father's startling entrance. Elisa looked at the female gargoyle, a look of confirmation and unpleasant knowledge on her face. "Goliath's drunk, Angela. Just give him the night, and it should wear off by tomorrow morning...I mean, tomorrow night. He'll sleep it off."
"How did it happen?"
"I bet I know," came a voice from behind them.
The Clan and Elisa all turned as one to see Matt Bluestone watching, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Matt?" Elisa pressed. "How do you know?" The red-haired cop smiled at his partner mockingly. "Because I was called to break up a drunken celebration at Miller's docks an hour ago. Goliath was there, drinking heavily and causing quite a commotion there. My guess is he met some drunken humans who weren't afraid of him and invited him to come with them and get hammered. I brought several people in, and I tried to restrain Goliath long enough to bring him back here, but he escaped. Where he went or how he flew in his state of mind is beyond me."
"Goliath? Can you tell us?" Brooklyn requested.
"Ye...yes...long night...flew off...Xanatos...Elisa...no time...too much work..."
Elisa looked at Brooklyn, who merely shrugged.
"My guess," Matt replied strenuously. "Is that Goliath has been under stress lately, brought on by having to protect both the Xanatos family and his frustrations for not being able to be your mate, partner."
"This is my fault?"
"A little bit," Matt answered. "He feels that he will never have a true mate, and he probably got drunk to wash his sorrows away. He'll be fine after he sleeps it off."
Elisa sighed, and rubbed her face in anxiety.
"I hope so, Matt. I really do."
Matt smiled and touched his partner's shoulder, his face a mix of understanding and kindness. Elisa smiled faintly, and glanced at the group huddled around the purple form lying on the floor.
Lexington looked down at Goliath's face. His eyes were closed, and there was that bitter stench of beer on his breath that made Lexington blink disgustedly. Brooklyn grabbed his wrist, and tried to hoist the smaller Olive being to his feet and away from Goliath. Lexington jerked away. "I'm fine."
"Lex, I wouldn't take that chance if I were you," Brooklyn warned.
Lexington looked at him. "Well, are you me? No."
Lexington leaned in close and peered down at his fallen clan leader.
"I think he's asleep."
With a malformed roar, Goliath awoke and grabbed the Olive creature by the neck.
"How...dare...you...mock...me..." the plastered gargoyle slurred, a note of anger in his voice. "I'll...teach you to...mock me...HALFLING." Struggling to breathe, Goliath's massive fist cutting off his oxygen supply, Lex caught the insult and turned teary-eyed.
"Goliath..." Lex wheezed. "You...don't....know... *Gag*...what you are...saying."
With an angered snarl, Goliath hurled Lexington out onto the balcony, and then staggered, roaring, as he spun around, revealing to the others the tranquilizer dart in his back. David Xanatos frowned as he lowered the tranquilizer gun.
"Sorry, Goliath, but I can't have you running around here endangering my family and your clan while you're stone drunk."
Goliath dropped to his knees and then fell onto his stomach on the stone floor, unconscious. Rubbing the back of his bruised neck, Lexington reappeared into the room and looked at the humans and gargoyles in the room. "So what do we do with him for the night?" Xanatos glanced at the smallest gargoyle next to Bronx. "I have a study room downstairs with a lockable door made of steel 5 feet thick. We can lock him up there until he recovers. Help me, all of you." Xanatos leaned down and grabbed Goliath's legs, straining to lift up the heavy creature.
Goliath was so heavy, it took everyone to carry him to the elevator and go down.
"Whew!" Angela gasped, rubbing her left shoulder. "I had no idea he was so heavy!"
"In here," Xanatos ordered, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Settling the sleeping gargoyle on the bed, the group shut the door behind them and walked away to let him sleep his drunken state. "Goliath...I'm sorry," Elisa whispered into the darkness of the hallway, eyes starting to tear. "I'll see you when you feel better."
She turned and walked away, determined to help Goliath with his drinking problem if it got any worse then it did tonight. Elisa took the stairs down and walked to her car, all thoughts on her closest gargoyle friend. He had always been invulnerable to almost anything. He had never shown any signs of the stress that he had been under, and it seemed that he had hidden it away all this time.
Until tonight.
He had always seemed to be strong in the face of danger. Demona. Macbeth. John Castaway and the Quarrymen. Even Oberon seemed to not make Goliath enraged to the point of irresponsibility. But a bunch of drunken bums had made Goliath drunk. Them and the stress from having to live a life of solitude and enforced protection.
It would have been enough to make anybody crack under the pressure.
But Elisa Maza had never thought it would happen to the one being she loved more then life itself.
Well apparently, she was wrong. Even Goliath wasn't invincible, and they had all known it deep down. They just had never expected to have to face it. Now the time to face their hidden traits had come. Goliath's strong drunkenness had been adamant proof of that. Now that the Clan had witnessed the fierce side of their leader, as well as the domestic violence he had administered upon Lexington for no absolute reason, things might never be the same for any of the clan, the Xanatos family, or Elisa and Matt.
Sighing, Elisa got into her Fiat and revved the engine, tires squealing as the vehicle traveled slowly down the road towards her apartment building.
The End?
This was NOT intended to upset anyone who knows someone like Goliath in this fic. I wrote it because I go through the same thing that other people who live with alcoholics do, and this story was written because I wanted to say in my own way that things are going to be fine.
Really.
The person I was talking about that I know got help for his problems long ago, and this piece is a message to those who still have to deal with alcoholism every day. If you know someone like that, set up a meeting for them at the nearest AA location.
Drinking is primarily major result of stress. So try listening to that person's problem's and sympathize with them. Maybe you can help that person somehow. Who knows?
You're not alone. Many people go through the same kind of thing.
Any responses or questions? Send them to
kingcobra49036@yahoo.com
King Cobra3.
