Brooklyn and Mikey: Are you just going to let KittyAngel do that to us!?
SS: Yes.
*Gives KittyAngel a high five. Brroklyn and Mikey walk away pouting.*
SS: Here's chapter four. P.S. Kitty I fixed that line. I ment to say 'She looked so frigle but after the way He saw her fight off Ricky he knew it wasn't true.' Thanks for tellin' me.
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Strike sat up and rubbed her head. He eyes began to focus and she saw a human sitting backwards on a chair. Her long silver hair layed losely over her shoulder. The human chuckled as Strike tryed with every bit of strength she had to get to her. Strike could her the russle of chains as she stuggled.
"Nice to see you again.....Now what did you call yourself?..Um....Stirke, right?" the human said and smiled at her.
Strike let off a loud growl and she dropped back to the ground.
"You know that Brooklyn is rather....cute." The human purred.
"You keep the hell away from him!" Strike roared and tryed to get to the human but was pulled back to the ground by her chains.
"Tomorrow night and you won't have to worry about me."
The human got up and walked out the door. In the hall stood Bronx. He growled at the sight of the human.
"Bronx!" Brodway said from behind him. "Don't worry Faith he'll get over this."
"Thank you Broway." Faith said walking down the hall away from them.
Brodway opened the door and Bronx walked in after he did. To Brodway's supprie Bronx walked over to the strange gargoyle and nuzzeled her hand. She scrached behinde his ear and he layed down next to her.
"Wow that's a first!" Brodway said setting down a tray he had.
"What?" She said looking up at him.
"Well Bronx dosen't normaly respond to strangers like that. He hasn't even gotten use to Faith." He said undoing her wrist scackles. She growled slightly rubbing her wrists.
"Well I'm just good with pets you could say."
"Here, I thought you might be hungry." He handed her the tray.
"What is it?" She asked picking up the spoon and takeing a mouthful of it.
"It's gumbo. Something new I wanted to try. Who are you any way?"
"Name's Strike. This is really good." She said takeing another bite of it.
"Thanks I'm.."
"Brodway yeah I know."
"How did you know?"
He eyed her questionly as she took another bit of her gumbo.
"I know all of you." She said not really answering his question.
Brodway watched her as she ate the gumbo happly and drank the milk he had brought. She set the stuff on the ground and smiled.
"Thanks." She said.
"No problem." Brodway siad standing up he reshackled her wrists.
As he was leaving Bronx didn't get up to follow him. Brodway only shrugged and closed the door behinde him but left it unlocked so Bronx could get out. He knew no one could breajk those chains Strike was in. Bronx nuzzled closer to strike and she sighed.
'What is going to happen? What's tomorrow night?' Strike thought to herself.
She looked out the window and looked at the almost full moon.
'Dose It have something to do with that?'
She felt a heavy push agenist her side and looked down at the gargoyle beast. She shook her head and scratched his ear. After that Bronx just lumbered out of the room pushing the door shut with his nose.
In another part of the castle a brick red gargoyle was gripping the couch and tearing it with his talons. Brooklyn had driffted off to sleep and was haveing a nightmare.
Brooklyn was running through the park. It was a darkened night no light not even from the city around him could get through the trees that crossed over the path. He could see the light at the end but no matter how fast he ran it didn't get any closer. A figure stepped out in from of him. he slowed to a stop and looked at it.
"Brooklyn." it whispered.
"Faith thank god it's you!" Brooklyn said rushing over and gripping her in a hug.
She chuckled softly and hugged him back. Suddenly from above them came a horid roar. A female gargoyle dove down through the trees ripping open a hole to show the full moon right above them.
"Demon!" She gorlwed.
Brookyln hide Faith behind him. He noticed that the gargoyle was the one he rescued. Around her neck was a starcrystal not any but Faith's. It was glowing a blue color. She also had a pair of sunglasses sitting on her head. Suddenly she shot out and tackled Brooklyn. She had him pinned to the ground. He struggled to get lose. Her hand touched his face genlty. Brookyln looked up into her green eyes. He suddenly got his talon free and slashed her across the face.
She didn't move but her eyes filled with tears and anger. She leaned down and kissed him softly. The gargoyle stood up and backed away.
"Brook." She whispered.
The gargoyle let out a pain filled yelp. She toppled to the gound and Faith stood holding a blood knife. Brooklyn was confused. Faith would never kill someone unless it there was no other choice.
"B....Brook watch her. S...she's a d....demon." The gargoyle whispered as she lay there dieing.
"NO!" Brooklyn forced himself up.
He looked around the room to see his rookery brother Lexington looking at him strange. Brooklyn rubbed his head and mumbled "What time is it?"
"Well we need to go to the roof If that will help." Lexington said.
Brooklyn staggered to his feet and headed towards the roof. He walked past a room and heard loud grolws and chains rattleing. He just growled and walked by. He knew that was where that gargoyle was chained up.
"I still don't get why Faith insested that the new gargoyle be chained up untill tomorrow night." Xanatos said walking up to Brooklyn.
"Well she has her reasons." Brooklyn answered and headed up to the castle wall to meet the sun. On his way up he thought to himself 'I wonder why thou?'
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SS: And you are thinking of writeing a review.
*Looks around for Mikey and Brooklyn. The is no sign of them.*
SS: Good now I won't have to...
*A water ballon suddenly drops on her head. SS glances up to see Brooklyn and Mikey laughing.*
SS: You!
*They disapper into the castle hall ways fast. SS dashes up the stairs and after them. She is leaving a water trial behind.*