So here we go with chapter one. Thanks to every one who gives this story a shot. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles
Note: "Talking" 'Thinking'
"See you tomorrow Damien."
"Yea, bye." The door of the small bar opened to reveal a young man of about 23 with dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He was dressed in plain jeans with a black t-shirt. He had a dark air about him that would cause most people to hesitate before approaching him but they would quickly learn he's laid back and easy to talk to. He's lived in Manhattan for about three years originally being from Jersey. As soon as he had saved up enough money he bolted for the city leaving behind his parents, and a very angry younger sister.
He slightly smiled to himself as he remembered the day he told her he was leaving. She had yelled that she was going to become completely unstable without him there to keep her occupied and thrown a book at him before stomping out of the room cursing him. He didn't blame her for her reaction and had expected it. They had always been there for each other seeing as neither of them had a very good relationship with their parents and he assumed she felt as though he were abandoning her. He had promised her that when he got settled and had some kind of stable life he'd come back for her, and that day had been about three weeks ago. He had called her and explained that he had found a stable job at the pub and could afford a bigger apartment with her help. At first she had outright refused saying there was no way that she'd move in with her older brother to be baby sat like some child. About a week after that conversation she called him up asking when she should come. He had laughed and told her he'd get back to her. She was coming up in three weeks when she graduated from High School and would live with him until she could get her life together and move into an apartment of her own.
'Rylie coming to live in the city. This should be an interesting experience.' He could just picture his loud mouthed, tom boy sister running around New York. 'God help us all'
"Hey buddy. How about you help out a friend and give me some cash."
Damien turned to look behind him and saw a big guy standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a dark grin on his face. He looked sideways out of the corner of his eye and noticed two more leaning up against a wall. They weren't nearly as intimidating as the one who had spoken, but Damien was sure they weren't empty handed. Though Damien is no where weak and certainly able to take care of himself he also wasn't stupid. He knew when he was out numbered and out matched. His brain told him that the situation had to be handled with care or it could turn ugly fast.
"How about you make yourself useful and get a job." Unfortunately his mouth had a tendency to ignore the warnings sent to it by his brain and usually ended up getting him into trouble.
"I don't think I heard you right"
"Yea, than read my lips and get lost." With that he turned around and started continuing home but was stopped by the two men that were now standing in his path with their knives drawn.
"No one talks to the boss like that I suggest you apologize." "Yea, if you want to make it home alive that is."
Damn why did this crap have to happen tonight. He was tired as hell from working all night at the pub and in no mood to deal with these guys. He's experienced punks who thought they were tough trying to steal his shit before and had dealt with them without to much damage, but these guys were armed and meant business even if they were losers. He eyed the two men before him with calm and cold eyes but his mind was racing. It seemed he had two options. He could yell for help in which case these guys would probably just kill him. He could try making a dash for it which his stubborn pride wouldn't allow or he could ignore the fact he was out numbered, unarmed, tired and try to fight his way out of this which would probably leave him robbed and dead. Yea, that one sounded good.
Catching the two men off guard he turned around and threw all his energy into a punch that connected with the surprised leaders face, and sent him stumbling backwards.
"Damn it! Get the bastard!" The command shook the other two out of their daze and they charged at Damien with their knives held tightly in their hands. Damien was able to dodge the first one and send him sprawling with a kick but he wasn't so lucky with the second. He dodged the attack without any major damage but the guy was able to swing the knife backwards which left a nice gash across Damien's arm. Damien let out a loud curse as he held his bleeding arm close to his chest. A quick glance had him determining it wasn't that bad and he could still fight with it. That idea quickly left his mind when the leader, who he had momentarily forgotten about, grabbed him by it which had him letting out a hiss of pain. He was than thrown into an alley and up against a wall which had a nice wave of pain shoot through his body. He leaned against it for some kind of support as he tried to get a steady stance.
"Not so smart mouthed now are you?" He glanced up to see the entrance completely blocked by the three men. So there goes the option of making a run for it, not that he was considering it or any thing.
As they advanced the realization hit Damien that he was seriously about to die by these three gonns no doubt. The idea sickened him the hell if he was going to be brought down by these morons. 'Damn Rylie's going to be pissed' Damien watched as the leader drew an iron pipe from behind his back. And walked over to him holding it up above his head.
"I'll teach you to talk back to me you scum." He brought it down and Damien watched, almost in slow motion, as he waited for the impact. Just than a sound filled his ears that he'd never forget.
Ha! I'm going to stop it here just cause it's too good of a cliffy to pass up and I need to write up the rest. It should be posted by tomorrow I'm getting pretty into this. So thanxs again to any one who reads this and message me any suggestions or comments. Helpful reviews are appreciated flames are tolerated.