Well, here it is... my first attempt at fanfic. I was inspired to write this story about the future of the gargoyles by an episode in which Goliath got a mere glance into the future of the team. Of course, I have taken creative license here, and used many of my own ideas, and even incorporated a little bit of Demolition Man in here. I hope you like it!
Warning: Gargoyles belongs to Disney, along with Brooklyn, Macbeth and many of the other characters in this story, besides some of my obvious characters such as Kyle Burzota and Scott Bennett, who are based on people I know.
Prologue
June 30, 2004
Log: David Xanatos
Today is day one of the Pendragon Project, named thus for the miraculous sleep of King Arthur Pendragon, which is similar to the situation we are trying to recreate today. Today, at 4:27am, Macbeth, a resident millionaire who once shared my hatred for a Manhattan clan of gargoyles, entered my building and was allowed into my laboratory to join Coldstone (a cyborg gargoyle) and Kyle Burzota (my human bodyguard) in my part-scientific, part-selfish, part-heroic experiment.
Today, we have prepared three hyper-sleep beds, entirely dissimilar to cryogenic freezing in that the subject is fully capable of learning and receiving information, but how they comprehend the information, and whether they can retain it after awakening is our scientific agenda. Dr. Anton Sevarrius, my wife, Fox Xanatos and I will spend the next few years monitoring these three test subjects and inputting information about the current events and situations of the times as they go by.
In the heroic portion of this experiment, we are planning to keep these three brave warriors in a deep sleep until the day that they are needed, because it appears that, with the coming of the vampyric threat and the deaths of many brave warriors, including Coldsteel (although he did not have the noblest intentions), Coldfire (which explains Coldstone's involvement in our experiment, considering that she was his mate) and the newest member of the Manhattan clan, a gargoyle named Leader. When this war reaches a point that it is desperate, these three participants will be awoken, hopefully with all the information needed, and save the day. An idea submitted by one Elisa Maza, human friend to the gargoyles, has resulted in an immediate alteration of the experiment's technology. The three subjects can now only be awakened by the fingerprints of the living scientists involved (Fox, Dr. Sevarrius and myself). Trackers have been placed in our brains to allow the computers to keep track of who is alive, and when all three have perished, Macbeth, Coldstone, and Burzota will immediately awaken from their slumber.
My selfish intention in this, of course, is to find, possibly, a new means of halting, or even backtracking, the aging of the human body, so that my own life may be prolonged. This journal will remain updated until the necessary time, when it becomes apparent that the three have fulfilled their requirements in the contract they have signed.
July, 31, 2004
Log: Dr. Anton Sevarrius
Today will be the last log made in this godforsaken journal that has brought so much grief down upon the lives of my friends and coworkers. A little over a year ago, the Vampires arose from beneath the ground, and cajoled all but one of the New Olympians into joining their forces in an all-out onslaught against human, gargoyle and Oberon's child. Yesterday marked the culmination of this long-running battle when the Vampire threat exposed their amazing technological advancement over all species on the planet. With incredible weapons of mass destruction, they have borne down upon Xanatos Industries and all it's possible relations in an attempt to destroy the very journal that I am typing in this instant. Fortunately, the Xanatos' were able to escape with this precious beauty and have handed it over to me, to do with what I please as they go into hiding.
Of course, they have no idea of my involvement in any of this. They have no clue that I, Anton Sevarrius, am the traitor within the corporation that leaked word of the journal and the experiment to the Vampires, along with many other experiments, such as the "Storm Operation" and my ability to transform humans into gargoyles, and vice-versa. Of course, it was not my intention to allow them to destroy all of the factories, buildings and associates. In a desperate attempt to stop them, I arrived at my laboratory and set the self-destruct code into motion, so that I could alert them that everything had been destroyed. Unfortunately, on my way out, a shelf fell, pinning me underneath. My many locked vaults became crushed or broken open, and one of my experiments, the Matrix, engulfed my entire body, and that of the gargoyle, Lexington, who was attempting my rescue.
I have found that with my experience with the strange substance, I am able to control it, and use it at my every whim. It has increased my strength, stamina, and intelligence by at least fifty percent each. Today, I prepare for my induction into the Vampire society as a sort of, experimental human/gargoyle police force. I expect that in the explosion at the laboratory, the three test subjects, Coldstone, Kyle Burzota and Macbeth were destroyed, but the explosion was reduced by the a part of the matrix surrendering itself to protect its two new hosts, so it is possible that the beds simply sank into the ground with the building, but the true outcome is unknown.
As of today, the experiment has ceased, and I prepare for my new term of duty. Unfortunately, in proving my dedication to the Vampires, I was forced to eliminate one Henry Monmouth (Dingo of, The Pack) in a battle of Matrices. I, of course, was victorious.
So, in ending this journal, I have one simple statement to make to the world about my reasons... N.O.Y.B. (What? I'm allowed to be unscientific occasionally aren't I?)
Chapter 1
Awakening the King
Where am I? That was the first thought that entered the mind of Macbeth as he lay in his hideously uncomfortable metal bed, watching the little worms of light swirl around the inside of his eyelids. Slowly, and careful not to hurt something, he tore his eye open and away from the years of crust that had built up. He cried out as pieces of his own skin were torn away, and he repeated the same movement with the other eye as soon as he saw the situation developing around him.
There were five figures (was it five, or was there another that blended in more?) in what appeared to be an immense struggle. The first figure he recognized was that of the gargoyle named Brooklyn. He stood beside another gargoyle that looked strangely familiar, but he knew he had never set eyes upon before, and a beautiful-appearing woman who was covered from head to toe in what appeared to be snow.
Standing across from them, fighting what appeared to be a losing battle, was an entirely gray man who fired random bolts of energy at any of the three opponents he could get his sights on, and beside him stood a gargoyle that looked vaguely familiar, but one that he had not had the privilege of getting to know. She appeared to be a gargoyle with aspects matching that of a feline, and he assumed that she had to be one of Xanatos' five experiments attempting to recreate the power and ferocity of the gargoyles. She also shot electrical blasts from her very fists.
Suddenly, from out of the wall behind them, he saw the dark figure that had glanced across his eyes before, leap onto the back of the gray man, and the new, smaller figure, brought him down to his knees, and with one bash to the back of the head, knocked him cold. With life-like movement, the gray matter peeled back from the figure's body and disappeared at metal backpack at the small of his back. The body revealed was that of Anton Sevarrius, scientist and devious worm of David Xanatos.
But no, that was wrong. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was incorrect in assuming that Sevarrius was under the employment of Xanatos. No, he had betrayed them, instead choosing to join the Vamps and lead their team of humans and gargoyles, called the Dark Guard, in eliminating all possible threats to the Vampyric rule.
Vampyric rule? No! It couldn't be! How could the vampires take over? How could they defeat the unstoppable pairing of human, gargoyle and child of Oberon? Oh, they had destroyed Xanatos' empire, the alliance's only true weapon against them. How did this keep feeding into his brain? How did he keep, simply, realizing these things, because it was nothing more than realization.
Something again clicked in his brain, and he realized exactly who the feline gargoyle was. Maggie Reed, indeed one of the five feline gargoyles, and Sevarrius' fellow Dark Guard teammate, who had joined up in search of a cure for her gargoyle nature, which she had heard rumors of being in the possession of Sevarrius and the Vampires.
How was he doing this? Where did all this information keep coming from? How did it just appear in his brain like this?
Macbeth sat up in his bed, and rubbed the back of his sore neck. Suddenly, his mind jerked back to the figures around him, who were now firing their weapons in the direction of Maggie Reed, who was running down a long tunnel with Sevarrius over her shoulder. This was the first he had noticed his surroundings. He was obviously deep underground, judging by the rock and dirt walls surrounding him, and the incredible heat, but his bed was lying in the center of an immense, hollowed-out room, with a huge, dark pit in the center that led endlessly down. There were three tunnels leading into the room, but only two clearly displayed light shining through.
When Macbeth again looked to the figures in the room with him, he saw them approaching him. At first he was frightened, but then that realization once again overcame him as it occurred to him that these were his friends, and they wouldn't hurt him. As they neared, he noticed a familiar red birthmark on the left eye of the female snow-woman, and it fully hit him that he was staring at Fox Xanatos, wife of David Xanatos, his current employer, as his brain told him.
The dark figure, he realized, was losing its black skin, as it peeled back, much like Sevarrius' had, and exposed the gargoyle called Lexington, and beside him, Brooklyn patted the fourth gargoyle on the back, congratulating him on the win, and stepped aside, allowing the gargoyle to take the hand of the Xanatos woman.
The gargoyle that he recognized, but had never met, suddenly stopped and broke the eerie silence by speaking. "So, Macbeth, it's been a long time, and we have a lot of catching up to do!"
That voice! That deep, confident voice! He recognized this too, but not in the way that had been creeping him out since he awoke. No. This was different. Everything started to come together as he stared at the black goatee that seemed to blend perfectly with the shiny ebony hair on his head. Standing before him was David Xanatos, although a gargoyle he obviously was, this was David Xanatos!
"Xanatos? What is going on?" Macbeth heard his own booming Scottish accent echo through the cavernous area they now inhabited.
"I shall explain everything, my friend, as soon as I deposit my wife, here, back on her drill pod and send her to the Vampires, as I wish my returned companion, Brooklyn, here would do."
"No chance, Xanatos! I'll never go back there! Not to that horrible life!" Brooklyn answered back, with just a hint of fear in his voice.
"Don't let him discourage you, my darling! I will be fine! When the Vampires see that I have returned of my own will, they will no doubt take it as the culmination of their efforts in convincing my Storm Brothers that we are to serve them. They will no doubt see Brooklyn as a failed attempt, because gargoyles are so strong of will that they are unsusceptible to their brainwashing techniques! Believe me when I say, that I, your wife, will be treated like a goddess!"
Lexington leaned across the bed and stared deeply at Macbeth.
"Allow me to explain," he squeaked, in his usual quiet, higher-pitched voice, "the Vampires were handed over much of Anton Sevarrius' experiments and research, including that of the 'Storm Operation', in which different subjects are exposed to a combination of magic and radiation to allow the arising of certain powers, derivative of different aspects of weather and elements. Brooklyn has been endowed with the power we call, windstorm. And Fox, here, was blessed with what we call icestorm. According to her, only Brooklyn and our friend, Tom, have retained their original appearances, while all the others, Scott Bennett, Bernard and Proteus, have all been altered in one way or another."
Macbeth contemplated this information for a few seconds, and then answered, "I understand. So, when do we eat? I haven't eaten in... well..."
Brooklyn stepped in this time, anxious to be the first to say: "Fifteen years!"
Warning: Gargoyles belongs to Disney, along with Brooklyn, Macbeth and many of the other characters in this story, besides some of my obvious characters such as Kyle Burzota and Scott Bennett, who are based on people I know.
Prologue
June 30, 2004
Log: David Xanatos
Today is day one of the Pendragon Project, named thus for the miraculous sleep of King Arthur Pendragon, which is similar to the situation we are trying to recreate today. Today, at 4:27am, Macbeth, a resident millionaire who once shared my hatred for a Manhattan clan of gargoyles, entered my building and was allowed into my laboratory to join Coldstone (a cyborg gargoyle) and Kyle Burzota (my human bodyguard) in my part-scientific, part-selfish, part-heroic experiment.
Today, we have prepared three hyper-sleep beds, entirely dissimilar to cryogenic freezing in that the subject is fully capable of learning and receiving information, but how they comprehend the information, and whether they can retain it after awakening is our scientific agenda. Dr. Anton Sevarrius, my wife, Fox Xanatos and I will spend the next few years monitoring these three test subjects and inputting information about the current events and situations of the times as they go by.
In the heroic portion of this experiment, we are planning to keep these three brave warriors in a deep sleep until the day that they are needed, because it appears that, with the coming of the vampyric threat and the deaths of many brave warriors, including Coldsteel (although he did not have the noblest intentions), Coldfire (which explains Coldstone's involvement in our experiment, considering that she was his mate) and the newest member of the Manhattan clan, a gargoyle named Leader. When this war reaches a point that it is desperate, these three participants will be awoken, hopefully with all the information needed, and save the day. An idea submitted by one Elisa Maza, human friend to the gargoyles, has resulted in an immediate alteration of the experiment's technology. The three subjects can now only be awakened by the fingerprints of the living scientists involved (Fox, Dr. Sevarrius and myself). Trackers have been placed in our brains to allow the computers to keep track of who is alive, and when all three have perished, Macbeth, Coldstone, and Burzota will immediately awaken from their slumber.
My selfish intention in this, of course, is to find, possibly, a new means of halting, or even backtracking, the aging of the human body, so that my own life may be prolonged. This journal will remain updated until the necessary time, when it becomes apparent that the three have fulfilled their requirements in the contract they have signed.
July, 31, 2004
Log: Dr. Anton Sevarrius
Today will be the last log made in this godforsaken journal that has brought so much grief down upon the lives of my friends and coworkers. A little over a year ago, the Vampires arose from beneath the ground, and cajoled all but one of the New Olympians into joining their forces in an all-out onslaught against human, gargoyle and Oberon's child. Yesterday marked the culmination of this long-running battle when the Vampire threat exposed their amazing technological advancement over all species on the planet. With incredible weapons of mass destruction, they have borne down upon Xanatos Industries and all it's possible relations in an attempt to destroy the very journal that I am typing in this instant. Fortunately, the Xanatos' were able to escape with this precious beauty and have handed it over to me, to do with what I please as they go into hiding.
Of course, they have no idea of my involvement in any of this. They have no clue that I, Anton Sevarrius, am the traitor within the corporation that leaked word of the journal and the experiment to the Vampires, along with many other experiments, such as the "Storm Operation" and my ability to transform humans into gargoyles, and vice-versa. Of course, it was not my intention to allow them to destroy all of the factories, buildings and associates. In a desperate attempt to stop them, I arrived at my laboratory and set the self-destruct code into motion, so that I could alert them that everything had been destroyed. Unfortunately, on my way out, a shelf fell, pinning me underneath. My many locked vaults became crushed or broken open, and one of my experiments, the Matrix, engulfed my entire body, and that of the gargoyle, Lexington, who was attempting my rescue.
I have found that with my experience with the strange substance, I am able to control it, and use it at my every whim. It has increased my strength, stamina, and intelligence by at least fifty percent each. Today, I prepare for my induction into the Vampire society as a sort of, experimental human/gargoyle police force. I expect that in the explosion at the laboratory, the three test subjects, Coldstone, Kyle Burzota and Macbeth were destroyed, but the explosion was reduced by the a part of the matrix surrendering itself to protect its two new hosts, so it is possible that the beds simply sank into the ground with the building, but the true outcome is unknown.
As of today, the experiment has ceased, and I prepare for my new term of duty. Unfortunately, in proving my dedication to the Vampires, I was forced to eliminate one Henry Monmouth (Dingo of, The Pack) in a battle of Matrices. I, of course, was victorious.
So, in ending this journal, I have one simple statement to make to the world about my reasons... N.O.Y.B. (What? I'm allowed to be unscientific occasionally aren't I?)
Chapter 1
Awakening the King
Where am I? That was the first thought that entered the mind of Macbeth as he lay in his hideously uncomfortable metal bed, watching the little worms of light swirl around the inside of his eyelids. Slowly, and careful not to hurt something, he tore his eye open and away from the years of crust that had built up. He cried out as pieces of his own skin were torn away, and he repeated the same movement with the other eye as soon as he saw the situation developing around him.
There were five figures (was it five, or was there another that blended in more?) in what appeared to be an immense struggle. The first figure he recognized was that of the gargoyle named Brooklyn. He stood beside another gargoyle that looked strangely familiar, but he knew he had never set eyes upon before, and a beautiful-appearing woman who was covered from head to toe in what appeared to be snow.
Standing across from them, fighting what appeared to be a losing battle, was an entirely gray man who fired random bolts of energy at any of the three opponents he could get his sights on, and beside him stood a gargoyle that looked vaguely familiar, but one that he had not had the privilege of getting to know. She appeared to be a gargoyle with aspects matching that of a feline, and he assumed that she had to be one of Xanatos' five experiments attempting to recreate the power and ferocity of the gargoyles. She also shot electrical blasts from her very fists.
Suddenly, from out of the wall behind them, he saw the dark figure that had glanced across his eyes before, leap onto the back of the gray man, and the new, smaller figure, brought him down to his knees, and with one bash to the back of the head, knocked him cold. With life-like movement, the gray matter peeled back from the figure's body and disappeared at metal backpack at the small of his back. The body revealed was that of Anton Sevarrius, scientist and devious worm of David Xanatos.
But no, that was wrong. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was incorrect in assuming that Sevarrius was under the employment of Xanatos. No, he had betrayed them, instead choosing to join the Vamps and lead their team of humans and gargoyles, called the Dark Guard, in eliminating all possible threats to the Vampyric rule.
Vampyric rule? No! It couldn't be! How could the vampires take over? How could they defeat the unstoppable pairing of human, gargoyle and child of Oberon? Oh, they had destroyed Xanatos' empire, the alliance's only true weapon against them. How did this keep feeding into his brain? How did he keep, simply, realizing these things, because it was nothing more than realization.
Something again clicked in his brain, and he realized exactly who the feline gargoyle was. Maggie Reed, indeed one of the five feline gargoyles, and Sevarrius' fellow Dark Guard teammate, who had joined up in search of a cure for her gargoyle nature, which she had heard rumors of being in the possession of Sevarrius and the Vampires.
How was he doing this? Where did all this information keep coming from? How did it just appear in his brain like this?
Macbeth sat up in his bed, and rubbed the back of his sore neck. Suddenly, his mind jerked back to the figures around him, who were now firing their weapons in the direction of Maggie Reed, who was running down a long tunnel with Sevarrius over her shoulder. This was the first he had noticed his surroundings. He was obviously deep underground, judging by the rock and dirt walls surrounding him, and the incredible heat, but his bed was lying in the center of an immense, hollowed-out room, with a huge, dark pit in the center that led endlessly down. There were three tunnels leading into the room, but only two clearly displayed light shining through.
When Macbeth again looked to the figures in the room with him, he saw them approaching him. At first he was frightened, but then that realization once again overcame him as it occurred to him that these were his friends, and they wouldn't hurt him. As they neared, he noticed a familiar red birthmark on the left eye of the female snow-woman, and it fully hit him that he was staring at Fox Xanatos, wife of David Xanatos, his current employer, as his brain told him.
The dark figure, he realized, was losing its black skin, as it peeled back, much like Sevarrius' had, and exposed the gargoyle called Lexington, and beside him, Brooklyn patted the fourth gargoyle on the back, congratulating him on the win, and stepped aside, allowing the gargoyle to take the hand of the Xanatos woman.
The gargoyle that he recognized, but had never met, suddenly stopped and broke the eerie silence by speaking. "So, Macbeth, it's been a long time, and we have a lot of catching up to do!"
That voice! That deep, confident voice! He recognized this too, but not in the way that had been creeping him out since he awoke. No. This was different. Everything started to come together as he stared at the black goatee that seemed to blend perfectly with the shiny ebony hair on his head. Standing before him was David Xanatos, although a gargoyle he obviously was, this was David Xanatos!
"Xanatos? What is going on?" Macbeth heard his own booming Scottish accent echo through the cavernous area they now inhabited.
"I shall explain everything, my friend, as soon as I deposit my wife, here, back on her drill pod and send her to the Vampires, as I wish my returned companion, Brooklyn, here would do."
"No chance, Xanatos! I'll never go back there! Not to that horrible life!" Brooklyn answered back, with just a hint of fear in his voice.
"Don't let him discourage you, my darling! I will be fine! When the Vampires see that I have returned of my own will, they will no doubt take it as the culmination of their efforts in convincing my Storm Brothers that we are to serve them. They will no doubt see Brooklyn as a failed attempt, because gargoyles are so strong of will that they are unsusceptible to their brainwashing techniques! Believe me when I say, that I, your wife, will be treated like a goddess!"
Lexington leaned across the bed and stared deeply at Macbeth.
"Allow me to explain," he squeaked, in his usual quiet, higher-pitched voice, "the Vampires were handed over much of Anton Sevarrius' experiments and research, including that of the 'Storm Operation', in which different subjects are exposed to a combination of magic and radiation to allow the arising of certain powers, derivative of different aspects of weather and elements. Brooklyn has been endowed with the power we call, windstorm. And Fox, here, was blessed with what we call icestorm. According to her, only Brooklyn and our friend, Tom, have retained their original appearances, while all the others, Scott Bennett, Bernard and Proteus, have all been altered in one way or another."
Macbeth contemplated this information for a few seconds, and then answered, "I understand. So, when do we eat? I haven't eaten in... well..."
Brooklyn stepped in this time, anxious to be the first to say: "Fifteen years!"