Gargoyles One Shots
#4
Brooklyn let out a fearsome roar as he broke through his stone skin for the night. Beneath the roars of his fellow clan members, a small yawn could be heard. Such a human like sound, so unlike a gargoyle. He looked down and underneath him was Sarena, rubbing her eye under the safety of his wings. He always found it amazing that she was alright with sleeping so high above the ground. What would happen if she rolled over in her sleep and he was still stone? This was why he slept with a hand on her, to protect her. She looked up at him with cold emotionless eyes.
"Good evening Brooklyn." Her voice had even less emotion than her eyes. He smiled and helped her up.
"Good evening Anya," he replied. He helped her off the pedestal as the clan started to walk inside the tower. "Did you sleep well?" She nodded and let go of his hand.
Sarena let out a small yawn as she awoke, drowned out by the roars surrounding her. She looked up at Brooklyn above her. While she was eternally grateful to the clan and Elisa for taking her in, but her heart still felt much too broken to fully trust them, with the exception of Bronx and Elisa.
"Good evening Brooklyn." He smiled and helped her up and off the pedestal. He replied and asked if she had slept well. She nodded and made to follow the clan inside when she felt an intense pain flow through her. Small sparks jumped around her skin, she collapsed and let out a small shriek by accident.
"Anya!" Brooklyn ran to her side.
"Don't touch me!" she said sternly. He backed off and the pain subsided. She let out a small apology as she walked inside.
"Lass, are ye alright?" asked Hudson. She nodded and walked down to the floor.
When he heard Sarena scream, he swore his heart stopped. Goliath and Elisa had charged him with protecting her and, more importantly, she was his friend and he didn't want to lose her. Why did she tell him to stay away?
"The lass is lying," said Hudson as Sarena disappeared. He knew that. For what may be the first time in a long time, Sarena's face had shown emotion, pain.
"Maybe we should tell Elisa," sudjested Lex. Brooklyn was way ahead of him. He jumped off the railing and glided down to the window behind Elisa's desk. Thankfully, no one else was there. Elisa was sitting there, looking through some papers. He knocked on the window and Elisa came over and opened it after checking that no one was there.
"Something's wrong with Anya," he said getting straight to the point.
"What?" asked Elisa, concered for the girl she considered her daughter.
"We don't know."
"Alright, tell them I'll be right up." He nodded and climbed back up to the clock tower.
Why did it hurt so much? Why was this happening now? Sarena thought all these things as she hid in the tower bathroom. She didn't want to let the clan and Elisa know. She was too much of a burden for them already. When she heard someone come in she quickly hid in one of the shower stalls. She undressed, placed her clothes outside the curtain, and turned on the shower. As the warm water slide down her thin frame, she could've sworn she heard someone go into the stall next to her. A loincloth draped over the wall seperating the two. It was Brooklyn's. The water in the other shower turned on as her heart began to race.
"Hey Anya." She almost jumped when she heard his voice. "Why don't you open up to us? We're your family." He was right. The clan and Elisa were the closest things she had to family. Why didn't she open up? Fear of betrayl, abandonment, loneliness, afraid to trust maybe?
"You don't even know how to shower do you?" she asked.
"Nope," he said with a chuckle. It almost surprised her that it brought a small half smile to her face, but quickly retained her emotionless mask. Somehow, however, she could feel it cracking, ever so slightly.
"Brooklyn?"
"Yeah?"
"I…nothing. Never mind."
"Anya?"
"Yes?"
"It's okay to trust people you know."
"…Yeah I know." She touched the wall separating them, knowing that he was touching the same spot. "…It hurts."
"What does?"
"My body, it hurts."
When Sarena told him that her body hurt, he turned off the water, wrung out his hair, and put his loin cloth back on.
"Can you get your towel?"
"Yes." He heard her shut off the water and dry off. When she had the towel wrapped around her, he went into the stall and carried her out.
"You can show your emotions Anya. It's just me." And Anya became to cry. She had used up her strength.
