Here's chapter 1…finally. I did my best to include a bunch of details like a real author so that's why it took me so long. Btw, this story had been written about 2 years ago so I'll be doing some editing before I post the next chapters, hence on why there was a huge gap in recent post. Happy reading

June 2nd

A few weeks later

Same time

The first quarter moon peeked out of the wispy clouds as Angela glided around the towering Castle Wyvern. She folded her lavender wings and down to the tallest tower. When she almost landed, the female gargoyle extended her wings at the last minute to give her a soft landing. With ease, she landed nimbly on the concrete ledge. When she looked up, she could clearly see Lexington and Broadway doing their usual business. The little olive colored gargoyles was researching on his laptop while his older brother Broadway was eating a box of Panda Express takeout.

"Hey Angela," they both said as they stopped what they did to talk to her.

"Hey guys. Have any of you seen Brooklyn?"

"No," Lexington shook his head. "I haven't seen him since after breakfast. He's probably still out on patrol."

"Okay then," Angela sighed. "Patrolling doesn't take this long. I wonder what's keeping him?"

"Don't worry Angela," the big blue one reassured her with a smile. "He's probably just stopping a bank robbery or something. He'll turn up soon." With that, Broadway went back to finishing his Chinese lunch.

"I hope so because you know how my father is when one of us winds up missing."

Broadway slurped a single noodle from the red box when she said that. "Angela, we know how Goliath's like and believe me, we know how to handle those kinds of situations."

"Yeah but sometimes some of us doesn't have a clue on how to respond to them." Lex giggled while he was typing on his computer.

"Hey take that back!" Broadway stood up and started chasing after the little gargoyle. Because of their daily humor, Angela couldn't help but smile and laugh.

"Well, at least I still have these guys," she said as Lex stole the last of Broadways lunch platter.

"Hey I need those!" he yelled from the lower part of the tower.

"You've eaten enough! Ever heard of sharing your food?" Lex teased as he ate some of the lo mein.

4:00 AM

Southern Bronx

Brooklyn sighed as he soared over the almost empty area of the Bronx. Considering that it was late and most of the building's lights were out, everyone was asleep or just out of the area. The only thing that made a sound was the cars that were blaring in Town Square.

Loud as they were, he filtered out the sounds and became lost in his memories.

In his mind, Brooklyn remembered seeing that beautiful girl stop a bank robbery and how she could take on a group of 10 robbers by herself. He remembered dropping in just in time before a thug was about to punch her in the back of the head. Brooklyn remembered her reaction when she saw him (at first confusion, shock, and a hint of fear, then resolution, confidence, and determination). The rest was more of a blur as they fought alongside each other long enough for the police to arrive. Once they heard the sirens and the robbers were all unconscious, they got away from the area and observed the scene on a nearby rooftop.

Then, it was that moment. They looked at each other in the eye for a long time. The gargoyle couldn't help but stare at those striking purple eyes that seemingly glowed that night. The image of her sweet and beautiful face stayed in his mind ever since. It was those eyes that helped the red warrior remember her.

"Man, she's beautiful…" the white maned gargoyle thought.

"Argh!"

The daydream ended as he realized that he crashed into an ancient church tower. In a split second, he grabbed onto one waterspout before he lost altitude.

"Oh man, that hurt," he groaned. He shook his head as he tried to get his vision into focus.

"Better not tell Lex or Broadway about this…actually, it's best if nobody knew about this at all…"

A scream sounded in the night. Brooklyn turned to the direction of the scream and took off from the steeple. Still gliding over random apartments, more screams erupted. He couldn't help but think of this as either another robbery or a group mugging.

"That's strange, a group of people being mugged at the same time? Something's telling me those screams are more of agony than terror. I better check this out," Brooklyn thought to himself.

Brooklyn followed the screams until he arrived in front of a dark ally. Gracefully, he landed on the concrete road and braced himself for landing. The gargoyle let out a gasp as he didn't expect to see countless new corpses strewn on the road. Bodies, probably at least about 30 of them, lay on the concrete like it was their new bedding. It wasn't the corpses that freaked him out, but of their condition. All of them were dark blue in color, like the air had been sucked out of them, and that they were all left with just skin and bones.

"What in the world?" Brooklyn exclaimed. "Who would do something as freaky as this?"

Out of nowhere, a maniacal voice laughed. Countless chuckles surrounded the gargoyle but he couldn't find out the source of the laughter. He kept turning in hopes of finding its location.

"Hehe…I would…" the voice echoed.

Suddenly, a shadowy hand grabbed the gargoyle by the neck and pinned him against an apartment wall. Brooklyn struggled to get himself free but it was as if he was battling some sort of invisible entity. He could feel the hand tightening its grip, making him choke and groan even more. In front of him, he could see countless shadows from different areas coming together into one blob. Slowly, they merged until they formed the figure of a man with black hair and black eyes.

"Alright blue boy, whoever you are you're going to tell me what you did to these people!" Brooklyn ordered as he continued to struggle from the icy grip.

"Hehe, I don't take orders, and I loathe playing a game of 20 questions. That's unfair, I didn't even get to introduce myself. You know you should never interrupt anyone who's about to speak!" the man spat as he tightened his grip, making his victim gag a little more.

Brooklyn attempted to kick him in the face with his right leg. Unfortunately, the stranger grabbed blocked it and slapped it. It wasn't an ordinary slap though; this one had enough force to break a limb. The sound of his leg bone cracking echoed in the ally as if someone had created a whipcrack. The gargoyle screamed in agony and shut his eyes tight. The man continued to stare at him and laughed at his agony. Brooklyn growled and stared at him with furious glowing eyes.

"My turn," the figure chuckled.

The man put his hand on the gargoyle's chest and began to exert some sort of energy into him. Slowly, the crimson color on the bare chest started to turn blue and the heat beneath the leathery skin began to turn icy. Brooklyn attempted to punch and kick the stranger away but none of his attacks would even get him out of his space. To Brooklyn, it was like frostbite was taking over his body and he couldn't do anything but watch the figure turn him into one of the corpses below. The cold sensation was quickly spreading through his body causing him to shiver and exhale clear visible breaths. He began to feel weak and faint as the man drained his life force.

"You may not be human, but your soul will do nicely. Being inhuman has its benefits you know, having more power and all," he said as he continued to drain Brooklyn's soul.

"Now what was I supposed to do?" the man thought for a moment before he smiled and chuckled. "Oh…that's right…my name is Blackheart."

Just as he was about to obtain the rest of Brooklyn's soul, the sky started to brighten from a navy blue to a turquoise. Dawn was breaking. Blackheart looked behind him and stared at the horizon. He then looked back at his suffering victim.

"We shall continue this another time."

He released Brooklyn from his frozen grip and allowed the weak gargoyle to collapse on the concrete. Brooklyn grunted as he landed and supported himself from the floor. Within seconds, the shady blue color that had spread across his chest was reverting back to its original crimson color. As the gargoyle gasped for air, his body temperature returned to normal until he no longer felt cold. In front of him, the shadows and the man known as Blackheart were escaping back into the darkness of the deeper part of the ally.

"Hey!" he coughed as he yelled at him. "I'm not through with you!"

"Another time gargoyle. I may have spared your life for now, but I will soon have your soul. Mark my words…" the voice faded.

Brooklyn growled and tried to run after him, but with dawn nearly upon him, he regretfully stopped himself and started climbing the brick wall. Once on the roof, he leaped to the middle of the small building and allowed the sun to shine on his form. In the blink of an eye, the warrior had turned to stone.

Well what do you think? I have to admit, I was screaming in my head when Blackheart was sucking the life out of Brooklyn. It pained me to see my favorite character, or at least one of them, dying in that moment. I give my thanks to the sun Anyway, next is chapter 2!