Hey Readers and Gargoyle Fans,

Here's the final part of the Halloween story line; hope it was worth the wait! It's kind of action-packed and fast-paced, so I hope it's not too confusing. I hope you like it!

Halloween: Part Four

Elijah POV:

Elijah gaped at the mutate standing in front of him, momentarily unsure of what to do. Of course, what did you do when a guy who could shoot electricity from his hands attacks your best friend with intent to kill him?

Apparently, Amanda knew what to do. Stepping forward, she pulled something from her pocket, aimed it at Fang, and fired. It took the deaf teen a few moments to recognize that the item was pepper spray, but by then, the evil mutate had gotten an eyeful of it.

"GAH," he yelled, his hands flying to his eyes as he fell to his knees, tears and curses flowing. "OWW… SHIT! THAT BURNS! … I'LL KILL YA FOR THAT, YA FREAKIN' BIT-"

At that moment, Elijah ran forward, swinging the heavy wreath at Fang's head and knocking him off-balance. Looking back, his cane would have been a smarter choice, but they had to move.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing Amanda's hand and pulling her towards Brooklyn, who was staggering to his feet with a stunned look on his face. "Dude, we gotta get out of here!"

"Who is that," Amanda asked, gaping as the mutate continued to wither and curse on the ground. "Is he a gargoyle too?"

"No," Brooklyn said, finally on his feet and looking ready to go. "We need to leave; head to the Library."

"Why?"

"There's a ladder up the side of it; I can glide us to safety from there."

"Glide," the girl repeated as the three of them hurried up the path away from there, eventually reaching the main road. There were still some people about, so they did their best to look inconspicuous as they quickly headed towards the Library. Elijah could tell Amanda was trying her best not to freak out, but he continued to lead her away from Fang, leading her up the ladder while Brooklyn scaled the wall.

"He's a real gargoyle," she whispered as Brooklyn unfurled his wings, checking the wind currents. "And that other one at your uncle's house-"

"Why were you at my uncle's house," the deaf teen asked, putting the wreath around his neck so they could bring it with them.

"This'll be fine," Brooklyn said before she could reply. "Try not to squirm too much."

"I'm not gliding or doing whatever leads to instant death," Amanda said firmly.

"Would you rather deal with Fang back there?" At that moment, they saw a stream of electricity arc from the area of the park, and knew that he'd be after them in a minute or two.

"You better not drop me," she said as Brooklyn grabbed her and Elijah around the arms, the two teens still holding hands to avoid being separated.

"Only if you don't scream," the gargoyle replied, jumping into the air and allowing the wind to lift them into the sky.

Amanda nearly did scream, but Elijah slapped his free hand over her mouth; the last thing they needed was for anyone to see them flying over the town. Fortunately, it was late enough that not a lot of people were out, so no one really noticed them. The Library was located near the edge of town, allowing them to quickly soar away from the buildings and towards the ocean, soon gliding parallel to the beach.

"We'll get Hudson," Brooklyn said. "He and Bronx'll really even the score!"

"Wait," Amanda said, pushing Elijah's hand free, "those weren't costumes? They're real gargoyles too?"

"When did you see them," the deaf teen asked. "I thought you were at Art's party?"

"I left. Art's a jack-" She gave a short scream as the gargoyle dipped a little to catch another air draft. "I... I just didn't find it as fun." She looked around them, still scared, but also slightly impressed. "I take you do this often?"

"Not really," Elijah replied honestly. "I like to stay on the ground. At least we should be arriving at my uncle's in about-"

Suddenly, Brooklyn gave a cry of pain and swerved sharply in the air, heading towards the beach. All three of them screamed, and at the last minute, the gargoyle was able to break their fall with his wings, though they still hit the sand hard enough to throw them several feet. Elijah and Amanda's hands were separated, and all three of them landed a few feet from one another, the wreath and cane flying off somewhere.

The deaf teen gasped, trying to get some air into his lungs. There was only one reason that Brooklyn would crash-land on a beach, and the teen knew that they had seconds. Sitting up, he spotted three things: his cane, which was a foot from him, his wreath, which was close to Amanda, and Fang, who was flying towards them, hands cackling with electricity. It was likely he had shot Brooklyn from the sky.

"Incoming," Elijah yelled, scrambling for his cane as a blast hit the sand a foot from him.

"Now you've pissed me off," Fang yelled angrily, landing a few yards from them, eyes still red from the pepper spray. "I was gonna let the brats live, but now they die with you!"

"Not while I'm standing," Brooklyn said, eyes glowing with anger as he launched himself at the mutate, tackling him to the ground.

Elijah had heard about gargoyles being good fighters, but he had never known how well they could fight until he saw Brooklyn fight Fang. The gargoyle was almost like a wild animal, snarling and using his claws to drive the mutate away from the two teens. They threw several punches at one another, while Brooklyn also avoided shocks of electricity. Looking to his left, Elijah saw Amanda also looked stunned, gaping at the two of them fighting, and gave a small scream as a stray shot of electricity nearly hit her.

"Let's get outta here," Elijah yelled, stumbling towards her and pulling her to her feet. "We'll get Hudson and Bronx; they're not far from here." She nodded, and the two of them started towards the road, determined to help the gargoyle. The deaf teen wasn't too scared to leave his friend; the guy had fought Vikings back in 994, and could take care of himself. At least, until he heard a zap and a cry of pain, followed by a triumphant roar.

"Not so fast," someone yelled, and the two turned in time to see Fang flying towards them, Brooklyn lying in the sand behind him. "Little Miss Pepper Spray ain't going anywhere!"

"GET DOWN!" They ducked to avoid another blast of electricity, and as he stood back up, the deaf teen swung his cane, hitting the mutate in the arm. Fang howled, but backhanded the teen and knocking him into the sand. Amanda fell back, throwing her wreath up at the mutate in an effort to stop him. He simply laughed, batting it aside as he prepared to electrocute her.

"NO," Elijah yelled, running towards the mutate and tackling him to the ground, aiming a punch that was quickly stopped.

"Aww, looks like someone's tryin' to be a night in shining armor," Fang said mockingly as the deaf teen struggled to pull his hand free. Then his eyes narrowed as he noticed the teen's hearing aids. "What're those?"

Suddenly, a blue blur tackled the mutate, knocking him and Elijah apart. Looking up, the teen was shocked to see Bronx, snarling and eyes aglow, leaping forward to attack the evil mutate again. A thud came from nearby, and the teen turned to find Hudson running towards them, drawing his sword.

"Get behind us, lad," the older gargoyle yelled. "Get to safety!"

"C'mon," the deaf teen said, running towards Amanda and pulling her to her feet. "We gotta get out of here!"

"NO," he heard Fang yell, and the teen turned in time to see the stream of electricity hit him in the chest.

Immediately, pain tore through the teen's body, making his muscles freeze as he nearly bit off his own tongue. He couldn't tell if he was screaming or not, though he really wanted to. He couldn't hear himself screaming, but when he felt something pop in his ears, he couldn't hear anything anymore. Then he was falling backwards, and he knew no more.

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Brooklyn POV:

Brooklyn felt someone nudging him awake, and he opened his eyes groggily, recognizing the garg-dog standing above him.

"Bronx," he asked, still sounding weak from Fang's little electric shock therapy. "You made it." The mute gargoyle only nudged him again, looking back at something over his shoulder. His strength returning, Brooklyn sat up, looking at the scene before him.

Hudson was fighting Fang, deflecting the mutate's electricity with his sword as Bronx ran back to help him. He could not see Elijah or Amanda anywhere; they had probably run back to Jeffrey's house and warned the others to the fight. He looked down at his costume, which was burned and ripped in some places, and he had a few minor injuries. Now, however, was not the time for first aid; now was the time to end this.

And end it they did; Fang may have had electricity, but he was no match for three gargoyles, and was defeated minutes later, falling unconscious to the sand. Ripping off part of his costume, Brooklyn used the fabric to tie the mutate's hands behind his back, as well as gag him. He had no idea how Fang had escaped or found them, but he was determined to make sure he did not get a chance to attack again.

"Think he'll stay quiet on the way back to the city," he asked.

"I hope so," Hudson replied. Bronx started barking, and the two turned towards the third gargoyle, who seemed to be sniffing at something in the sand. Seconds later, they saw it was a someone, not a something, and the two quickly ran over to the teen to see if he was okay.

Elijah was lying in the sand, part of his costume burned away from where the electricity had hit him. He was unconscious, but the garg-dog was still trying to nudge him awake. The smell of burned fabric and hair was present in the air. The two gargoyles were stunned, shocked that they had missed their friend getting hurt.

"He's alive," Hudson said, noticing the boy's breathing, but Brooklyn was too preoccupied with his friend's ears to notice. The electric shock had shorted out the teen's hearing aids, damaging them beyond repair, and blood trickled from the teen's ears.

"Where's Amanda," Brooklyn asked, kneeling to examine Elijah's injuries.

"Hudson, where are you," a familiar voice called, and the two looked up to find Amanda leading Jeffrey Robbins towards the scene, Gilly at his side.

"Where is he," the blind author continued once they had gotten closer. "Where's Elijah?!"

"Right here," the old gargoyle replied, allowing the girl to lead the man to his nephew, his seeing eye dog running forward to meet Bronx. He knelt in the sand, feeling around until he found his nephew's hand, grabbing it and feeling his pulse.

"Thank God," he muttered. "He's alive. Amanda got me and explained everything; I was curious as to why you and Bronx suddenly ran off. I called an ambulance in case anyone was hurt." He looked up. "How bad is he?"

"His ears," Brooklyn said. "It shorted out his hearing aids or something; they're bleeding." Amanda gasped at that, gaping at the unconscious teen. "How'd Hudson know to come here?"

"It was Bronx," the gargoyle explained. "He started barking at the back door, so I let him out and followed him."

"You three should leave," Jeffrey suggested. "They ambulance will be here any minute. What about the other gargoyle-"

"Mutate," Hudson corrected. "And we've got him; he'll be comin' back with us."

"What's a mutate," Amanda asked.

"Long story," Brooklyn said, looking back towards Fang. "We can't carry him and Bronx. Can he-"

"He can stay with us," the blind author said. "We'll say he's wearing a costume."

"Thanks," Hudson said. He walked over to get the mutate as Brooklyn looked down at Elijah again, unable to not feel guilty at allowing his friend to get hurt.

"It's fine," Mr. Robbins suddenly spoke up, as if sensing the gargoyle's thoughts. "It wasn't your fault. If anything, I should thank you for giving him and Amanda the chance to escape."

"Yeah… I guess I did." Brooklyn hesitantly got to his feet, walking over and grabbing Fang, he and Hudson balancing the mutate between the two. Giving the humans one last look, they took off into the air.

"Where should we go," the younger gargoyle asked. "Take him straight to the Labyrinth?"

"Nay," Hudson said. "He didn't break out on his own, and he didn't just stumble upon ye; we'll go to the Castle, get some backup before we figure out who helped him."

Brooklyn nodded, looking back towards Manhattan as the two of them flew away, hoping that things were fine back in the city

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Amanda POV:

It took some convincing for Amanda to let my parents know that she was fine, and yes, that crazy dude who attacked her and Elijah with a taser had run off. Of course, the girl would give the cops an official statement later, but she had someone to visit first.

She sat with Mr. Robbins in the ICU, waiting for some sign that Elijah was awake. It was well past two AM, but she didn't care. Gilly and Bronx sat nearby, earning a few odd looks, but no one kicked them out; they probably figured Bronx was in a costume. Jason would come pick her up later, but right now, the girl was too hyped up on adrenaline to think about her brother as the events of the past few hours played again and again in her head. The party. Her talk with Mr. Robbins. Elijah and the gargoyles. Nearly dying. It was a lot to think about, and it made her head spin. Gargoyles were not only real, but they were also friends with the Robbins family. If anyone had told her that Elijah was associated with gargoyles, she wouldn't have believed them. Then again, she also used to think that mutates only existed in comics, but now, she was waiting for whatever else would happen next.

"He's fine," a doctor said as they stood to greet him. "His hearing aids were fried, but there was no interior damage to the ears themselves. The blood's from small cuts, but nothing major. We'll keep him here overnight for observation to make sure there's no nerve damage, but he should be okay. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes," Mr. Robbins said, allowing the woman to lead the group towards the room, Gilly and Bronx flanking the humans.

Elijah was laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV line. He was awake, and stared at us as we entered. Amanda stood by the door with Bronx as his uncle slowly walked forward, grabbing the teen's hand that lay on top of the covers. The girl couldn't look Elijah in the eye, so she looked at the heart monitor, calmly beeping in the background. The doctor briefly checked his vitals and they left, leaving the group alone.

"Can you see my mouth," the blind author asked his nephew.

"Yes," Elijah replied, his voice slightly off-key and too loud to be considered normal. He squeezed his uncle's hand. "Sorry for the scare."

"I was expecting something like this might happen eventually," Mr. Robbins said honestly. "But I will admit, I didn't expect you to get hurt. I figured you'd make it safely back."

"So did I," the teen replied, cracking a smile. "I'll try not to do it again. How're Brooklyn and the others?"

"They took Fang back to the city, but…" The author hesitated, giving Amanda a quick look before turning back to his nephew. "I got a call from Elisa: the Labyrinth was attacked by Thailog, along with the rest of their clan. Everyone's fine, but Goliath needed medical attention."

Elijah gaped at the news; whoever these other gargoyles were, he obviously knew them. "No way… Is that why Fang-"

"Most likely. Apparently, Fang was supposed to keep you three there long enough for Thailog to come, but things didn't go to plan. He's being held at the-" He stopped, gave the girl another looked, and quickly signed something with his right hand that she couldn't understand. "But what's important is that everyone, including you, is okay."

"Thanks." Elijah looked over at Amanda, and she quickly straightened up. "Amanda?" She hesitated, but eventually walked over to the side of the bed.

"I… I'm glad to see you're okay," she said, making sure he could see her mouth and lipread it. "And… I promise not to tell anyone."

"Thanks," the deaf teen replied, looking embarrassed himself, picking at the edge of his sheet. "But... remind me, 'cause I'm not real sure if I can recall it correctly... did you pepper spray Fang?"

The girl nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, I've been carrying that can for months; glad it helped."

"Yeah." He sobered up after that, looking almost meek. "I… I wanted to apologize, though… I-I've been a dick, to say the least-"

"Elijah," his uncle chastised.

"-and I've allowed myself to remain mad at you when you've only wanted to be my friend, and help me." He looked away. "I'm sorry."

Amanda blinked in surprise; she wasn't expecting him to say that, if anything. At first, she wondered if his uncle had told him to apologize, but she realized that he had been in this room for hours before they walked in, and she recalled the surprised look he had given her in the park; surprised, and almost guilty.

"I'm sorry too," she told him, saying it before she lost the nerve to do so. "For snapping at you all those times and for insulting you that first time. And… I forgive you." She shifted from foot to food. "Can we just... agree to start over and try to be friends?"

To her surprise, he smiled; she had thought that her apology was awkward [and maybe it was], but he didn't seem to notice or care.

"Yes," he said. "I think I'd like that."

"You have to leave now," the doctor said, walking back into the room. "He needs some rest. Also, someone's waiting for you, ma'am."

"Thanks." Amanda turned back to Elijah. "I take it you won't be at school anytime soon?"

"Yep," he replied. "Tell Flemming for me?"

"I will." The girl led his uncle out of the room, giving the teen one last look before the door closed behind them.

"That was a good start," Mr. Robbins said, smiling a little. "I think you two will become friends in no time!"

"Thanks," she replied. smiling as well. Maybe it wasn't the most conventional way to finally befriend Elijah, but at least she got to use that pepper spray.

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Thailog POV:

"Here you go," Thailog told Sevarius, handing him the gauntlet. "All samples, as you requested."

"Splendid," the doctor grinned, sliding the briefcase of money across the table. "And your reward."

"Excellent." He took the case, already telling by the weight that all of it was there. "Nice doing business with you."

"Anytime!"

Leaving the rendezvous spot, he approached the two figures waiting nearby; one being the only clone to not betray him, the other being a mysterious girl who seemed older than she really looked.

"By the time he realizes some of those samples are from the clones," Thailog told them, "we'll be long gone!"

"Excellent," Brentwood grinned, the clone already embracing his new livelihood. "Now what, Master?"

"Now, we go back to headquarters and plan our next move. But, Shari," he asked, turning towards the woman, "any news of Fang?"

"He's being held at Xanatos'," she replied. "They'll most likely keep him there until the Labyrinth is secure again."

"Good." Sure, it was bad, being betrayed by so many of the clones, but in the end, he still got the money. What happened next would make any past mistakes insignificant. "Come you two; we have much to talk about."

And that's it for the Halloween storyline! I hope you all enjoyed it!

Yeah, I know this chapter's kinda fast-paced, but I wanted to match how fast-paced the fighting was, as well as show how the different POVs came together. I hope the Thailog bit at the end was a nice addition!

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