Alright, so I hope that the transitions between 1st- and 3rd-person narrations are okay. Like I said, I sometimes like to take different approaches to my writing style. In any case, I hope it turns out good for you all!
As I rode alongside the river, singing to the song on the radio, "Born to be Wild" by Steppenwolf, I was coming across a small city that was several miles from Manhattan. About time I got the opportunity to go where I feel. Because, that's simply how I'm gonna live for now; I'll just go where the road takes me. Never a predetermined destination, never a plan, just go as I please.
As I entered through one of the obscure roads in the city (which appeared to be called "Yonkers" according to the entry signs), I felt my stomach growling.
"Mm…gettin' hungry." I said to myself, "I oughta see what I can eat before going any further…but I guess I'll have to spend the day here, since dawn is coming."
I looked at the fuel gauge of the bike, which was nearing the "E". As much as I would hate to do it, I am going to have to leave behind the bike. I couldn't simply take it to a gas station, because…well…I don't exactly "blend in". As sad for me as it was, I parked the bike (which had been just running on fumes by then) on a patch of dirt on the outskirts of the downtown area, and abandoned the helmet, sunglasses, and jacket in the nearest dumpster.
It was in the same dumpster that I saw a fried-chicken bucket. I grabbed it out of curiosity, though expecting it to be empty, yet there was weight to it. I pulled the lid off to reveal that the bucket is still half-filled with boneless fried chicken strips.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "Who tosses perfectly good strips…? Meh, who care? Finders keepers!"
One by one, I ate the white, juicy, fried hunks of chicken meat. They were room-temperature, and there was no dipping sauce, but it was still good enough to get me by. But…yeah; kinda embarrassing eating food from the garbage. Seeing as how I'm a gargoyle, I won't be able to purchase food. I can't do so anyways either, because I have no money. So…I guess this means I'll have to loot as much as I can from the garbage, or possibly resort to thievery. Hey, I gotta do what I can to stay alive, right?
After finishing my food, I tossed the bucket back into the dumpster. It wasn't exactly a heavy meal, but it was sufficient to halt my hunger. It was then that I saw the light rays of the sun starting to rise over the east horizon. I would have to find a place to sleep. Not too far away, I found a park, which appeared to be deserted at the moment.
Aside one of the concrete walkways, there was a big slab of concrete with nothing on it, about five square feet. I figured that this would be a good resting spot. I stood on top of it, crouched, put my fist to the ground, my other hand away from me, and spread my wings. As the light of the sun crept over the horizon and over the city, I felt my consciousness fade as my entire body turned to stone. Now I wait for night…
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Before all of that, however, my clan and the others began to trace my path. Elisa was driving in her personal vehicle while Goliath, Hudson, Broadway, and Angela were all gliding above her. Lexington and Delilah stayed behind to look after Bronx, and Xanatos and Fox were using a geosynchronous-orbit satellite to watch my clan and Elisa, and try to pinpoint my location.
Elisa was driving along, when her pager beeped. She looked at it, and saw that Xanatos was trying to contact her. She shut off the pager, and pulled over at the first payphone she saw. Goliath and the others all glided to the ground after seeing Elisa stop.
"So, what have you got?" Elisa asked Xanatos over the phone.
"We were able to trace his route up the Hudson River." Xanatos responded, "From the direction he took, it appears that he is heading for Yonkers. He can't miss it now with the exits he took."
"Do you think Brooklyn might stop in Yonkers?" Elisa said.
Xanatos was silent for a second "…Possibly. Who knows? If he has any sense, he would have to stop if he wanted to get his stone-sleep before dawn. Anywhere else would be too far for him to reach before dawn."
"Alright, thanks for the update." Elisa said, hanging up the phone. She turned to the gargoyles, "We need to head north, to Yonkers. Brooklyn's heading that way as we speak."
"Then, we must hurry." Hudson said importantly, "We won't be goin' anywhere once the sun comes up."
"Let us be off to Yonkers, then." Goliath said, getting a running start to catch the wind with his wings. The other gargoyles followed, as did Elisa in her car…yet another gargoyles was following them as well…the same one who was stalking them…
"I'm going to get to him first!" Demona proudly said to herself, "Even when day comes, I will still be able to get further ahead!" and she laugh maniacally.
Demona wanted to get ahead of my clan so that she could catch me and do God-knows-what to me. I assume she still holds a grudge against Goliath for not going along with her to purge the world of mankind. Since Goliath is our leader, she hates all of us as well, and by taking us one by one, I think she thinks it will make Goliath reconsider. But, I know that genocide is not in Goliath's nature, so if he disagrees again…I can't even begin to imagine what she would do.
In any case, I am completely unaware of Demona pursuing me…let alone knowing that I'm being pursued by my clan, who know nothing of Demona following! I mean, I'm a gargoyle, and she hates humans. Who knows? Maybe she's let me off easier than with most…but I really wouldn't bet on that. One thing I had taken into consideration before departure, however: prepare for the worst. And that's definitely something that I'll go by on my time alone.
Not looking good at all, is it? If Brooklyn doesn't become aware of his clan and Demona following him, who knows what might happen? Oh well, we'll find out after more hated waiting. So, stay posted, and I'll update soon. Keep holding on…