"Titanic:
Gargoyles Style"
by Lisette: Lisette_1@lycos.com
Legalese: Nothing here is of my own creation. The characters from Gargoyles belong to Buena Vista and Disney. The characters from Titanic, the script of the movie, including a lot of the lines and descriptions, belong to James Cameron. In no way will a profit be made from this.
Rating: PG-13 due to language and content
First Class Dining Saloon
Numbly, Goliath listened to the mindless chatter of the elite class that surrounded him. With a false smile pasted on his lips, he aimlessly toyed with his food as the elegance of the night proceeded around him. The twinkling of the soft light on the crystal champagne glasses, the sparkly and sequined dresses of the ladies, the dark and dapper tuxedos of the gentlemen, the soft shine of Demona's own golden jewelry -- all flashed around his unseeing eyes. He was lost.. lost in his own troubled thoughts. He saw, behind those blank eyes, his whole life as though he had already lived it... an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches... always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter...
Unable to take it any longer, Goliath stiffly stood from his seat and excused himself from the table. On strong and stiff legs, he left the crowded dining saloon and walked on the promenade in the cool night. Not seeing and not caring where he was going, he continued walking along the ship until he reached the very end -- till he could travel back no further. So lost in his own thoughts, he didn't even notice the beautiful third class passenger who he had caught watching him earlier lying on one of the benches. He didn't even notice as she slowly sat up and looked at his retreating form in puzzlement.
Sighing, Goliath continued along until he was leaning against the cold metal of the railing. It felt as though he was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull him back, no one who cared... or even noticed. As he stood there, he watched the dark water churn out beneath the back of the mighty ship.. water that was no doubt as cold as the fine water he had been sipping back in the brightly lit saloon. Out here in the darkness, he felt so alone.. as though there was nothing left. As he stood there, the stark idea of climbing the railing and then diving off flitted through his mind. The idea of gliding across the dark ocean until his strong wings could carry him no further.. until his body landed in that cold water and slowly slipped beneath the surface...
Suddenly, his quiet and brooding thoughts were broken as he heard the sound of voices approaching his position. Turning, he watched as a group of people entered the poop deck. One was what appeared to be a wolf on two feet, clothed in gleaming armor, while another was a regular looking man.. but the other two with them were the most alarming. The woman looked normal enough with short brown hair.. except for what was obviously cybernetic implants. Her companion, a brother by the look of his sharp features, had the same implants. From their poor speech, it was obvious that they were members of the third class.. some very drunk members. Sighing, Goliath ignored them all and turned once more back to the dark night.
Then, the wolf man noticed the lone gargoyle. "Hey Dingo, look at this!" he cried out, his voice a slurred leer. "It be a high class snobbish gargoyle!" he howled, his voice turning dark.
"Hey sis, why is it that he is so better than all of us?" asked another, his voice harsh.
"I don't know, Jackal," the woman replied with an unsavory leer, "but I think that he's kind of cute!"
"A little too cute, Hyena," Wolf replied, a strange smile on his face. "I say that we take care of that problem!" he cried out as he jumped forward suddenly. Without any warning on his part, he quickly grabbed the large gargoyle and threw him easily to the hard deck behind him.
Laughing, Dingo quickly stepped forward and kicked the downed gargoyle, smiling at his groan of pain. "I say that be a good idea, mate!" he cried out, his smile infectious.
Shaking his head to clear the fog of pain, Goliath felt a trickle of blood run down his face. He knew that, if he tried, he could have a chance at coming through this event unscathed.. but then again, the pain felt good. It made him feel alive. Perhaps, he wouldn't have to do a thing to get him out of the horrible situation that was his life. His release may have just found him.
"Ah come on now, love," the woman cried out gleefully as the implants on her hand stretched out into a set of four wicked claws. "Aren't you even going to fight back?"
"I will for him," a soft but deadly voice announced suddenly from behind the group as a gun fired into the night.
Surprised, the pack of mutants turned quickly and watched in shock as a person emerged from the darkness. She was a beautiful woman with long raven black hair, flowing freely out behind her, dressed in tight jeans and a form flitting black shirt.. and a glinting black pistol in one steady hand, smoke trailing from the tip and into the dark night.
"Back away from him," she said slowly, her voice hard.
Laughing, Jackal shook his head slowly. "Oh, another person to play with!" he yelled out quickly as he kicked his foot out, knocking the large gargoyle senseless.
Sharing in her brother's maniacal laugh, Hyena quickly lashed out with an impossibly long leg and kicked the gun from the woman and watched it clatter across the deck. Nodding his head, Wolf quickly took his cue and jumped forward, his claws aimed straight for the woman's neck.
Seeing the attack coming, Elisa quickly lifted her hands and caught Wolf's claws by the wrist. Going with his momentum, she then tumbled back onto the hard deck and pushed her feet in front of her. Crying out, Wolf felt the hard soles of her feet rest lightly against his stomach and then shove out, causing him to flip backwards over her while she lay on the ground, before landing on his head a few feet behind her. Groaning once more, Wolf went still.
"Why you little.." Jackal hissed as the woman jumped to her feet with little to no effort on her part. Jumping forward, he was about to use the laser canon that just popped out of his arm on her when she twisted around quickly and landed a sharp kick, causing his shot to go wide. Before he had a chance to re-aim, she quickly followed with yet another round house kick, this one catching him in the jaw, sending him sprawling unconscious to the ground.
"Witch!" Hyena hissed, finishing her unconscious brother's sentence for him. Pulling back, she was just about to rake her sharp claws across the woman's stomach when a commotion could be heard from the stairs leading to the poop deck. Knowing that time was of the essence, Hyena nodded over at Dingo, the only one left standing. Nodding in understanding, the man quickly reached down and hefted the large wolf-man to his shoulders, while she did the same with her brother. Back tracking, they both quickly ran to the end of the ship and climbed the railing. "We'll finish this later!" she hissed at the woman before she and Dingo jumped off the back of the ship and into the icy waters below.
Shaking her head, Elisa quickly darted forward and knelt before the gargoyle. Very gently, she reached forward and turned him over, gasping at the trail of blood that marred his smooth cheek. He was awake, but certainly didn't look with it. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice betraying her worry.
"Why did you save me? " the gargoyle asked slowly, his voice hoarse as he looked up.. into the eyes of an angel it seemed. The woman was beautiful.. exotically beautiful with raven dark hair, full red lips, and dark mysterious eyes.
Smiling, Elisa touched his face gently. "Hey, you fight I fight," she said, her voice even.
"Who are you?" he murmured, confusion written across his pained face.
"I'm Elisa Maza."
"Goliath," he murmured before falling unconscious.
Worried, Elisa was about to try and wake him when two crew members suddenly appeared at her side.
Trying to catch his breath, the young black man quickly pushed his glasses back onto his nose as he looked back and forth from the 1st class passenger who was lying unconscious on the deck to the woman, obviously not one of the elite, who knelt beside him and to the gun that lay over on another corner. In an instant, what had happened became clear to Glasses. The third class passenger had surprised and tried to rob the poor gargoyle! Yelling out in anger, he quickly jabbed a finger at the woman. "Up! Get up you!" he bellowed, as he grabbed Elisa and jerked her to her feet. "Stand back! Don't move an inch!" he yelled as he quickly turned to his companion. "Claw, fetch Coldstone, the Master at Arms!" he yelled quickly to his mute companion, his voice urgent.
Nodding, the mutant quickly darted away. Sighing, Elisa ran a hand threw her thick black hair. This was not good.
A few minutes later, the situation hadn't improved much. The gargoyle, Goliath, was awake, but groggy as he sat on a nearby bench. Beside him, assuring herself of his well-being, was his apparent fiancée.. the blue gargoyle that she had seen him with earlier, with her man servant and another first class passenger beside them. And before her stood yet another gargoyle, this one also composed somewhat of cybernetic implants.
Glaring at the woman, Coldstone quickly snapped on a pair of handcuffs, ignoring her wince of pain as he made sure they were nice and tight behind her. Hearing the cold sound of the metal clasping, Demona turned away from Goliath and stormed up to the woman.
"What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancé?!" she roared, her eyes glowing a deadly red color.
Sighing, Elisa knew that it would do no good to argue with the woman or to explain what had really happened. After all, they would never believe a third class passenger when a first class passenger was in question.
"Look at me, you filth!" she hissed as she reached forward and roughly grabbed the woman by the arms. "What did you think you were doing?!"
Hearing his fiancée ranting, Goliath slowly became aware of the world around him. Glancing up, he looked on in horror as Demona roughly handled the woman that had helped him. The woman that had saved him. "Demona, wait!" he called out as he got to his feet, wavering slightly. "It was not her fault," Goliath said quietly, his voice gruff.
"Not her fault?" Demona asked in disbelief, her voice tight.
Nodding his head, Goliath met the cold and disbelieving eyes of his 'love.' "It was.. stupid really," Goliath said as he looked over and made eye contact once more with Elisa. "I was.. admiring the view, when four third class passenger attacked me," he said, his voice turning hard. "They.. they took me by surprise," he said when he saw Demona's sharp eyes on him. After all, she knew that Goliath could handle himself well when dealing with four opponents. "And.. and I would have been harmed further.. and Miss Maza here saved me and she herself was almost harmed," he stuttered, half-lying through his teeth. After all, he wasn't much help. He could have very well taken care of himself when dealing with the four attackers, but his will to live had abandoned him momentarily and he was waiting for the end to come -- definitely something that Demona did not need to know of... if only his savior would keep his secret.
"Of course... he shouldn't be out by himself," the other first-class passenger finally said, speaking out as he stroked his brown goatee thoughtfully.
"Of course, Mr. Xanatos," Coldstone replied with a false smile as he turned away from the regal man with the long ponytail. "Was that the way of it?" he asked slowly, turning his eyes to his prisoner.
Swallowing, Elisa met Goliath's eyes and saw that they all but begged of her not to reveal the truth. "Yeah, that was pretty much it," she replied simply, her voice even.
"Well! The detective is a hero then!" David Xanatos cried out, a large smile on his face as he took another sip of the brandy he held in his hand. "Nice work, Detective! So, all's well and back to our brandy, right?" he asked, turning his intelligent eyes back to Demona.
Sighing, Demona quickly leaned over and took Goliath's arm gently in hers. Turning, she nodded once back to Coldstone. Taking that as his cue, the gargoyle quickly unlocked the handcuffs and freed Elisa from her bounds. "Let's get you inside, my love," Demona cooed as she watched the human rub her wrists, "you're freezing!" Without another glance at the pitiful human, she quickly began escorting Goliath from the deck.
"Ah.. perhaps a little something to the detective?" Xanatos interrupted from Demona's side as he nodded his head back to Elisa.
"What?" Demona asked as she looked back at the woman who was watching them with her dark eyes. "Oh, right. MacBeth," she ordered, her voice all business. "A twenty should do it."
Angered and annoyed by all that had happened that night, Goliath felt the bonds of society break for a brief moment as he glared at Demona. "Is that the going rate for saving the one you love?" he asked, his voice even and slow.
Frowning at Goliath's behavior, Demona felt her eyes flare a deep red color. "Goliath is upset," she said, her tone cool. "Hmm.. now what to do?" Sighing, Demona turned and glanced at the woman. She was obviously a third-class passenger with her tight blue jeans and form fitting black shirt. Smiling smugly at the human, she quickly nodded in her direction. "I know. Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow? You can... regale our group with your heroic tale?" she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet.
Sighing, Elisa forced the disgust off of her face. True, she may only be a third class passenger, but that didn't mean that she deserved the disdain that was evident on Demona's face. About to turn down the offer, Elisa glanced at Goliath and looked into his dark eyes. "Sure, count me in," she replied, her eyes never leaving Goliath's.
"Good. Settled then," Demona said quickly as she wrapped her arm possessively around Goliath and began leading him back to their end of the ship. Smiling, she leaned towards her companion. "This should be amusing, Xanatos," she whispered at her companion, sharing in his condescending laughter.
Knowing that the two were laughing about her, Elisa chose instead to ignore it as she turned to stare out into the dark night, the imaginable depths found within Goliath's eyes haunting her thoughts.
Goliath's bedroom
Silently, Goliath paced the broad expanse of his room, a frown on his face. All that had happened tonight had left him confused.. hopelessly and utterly confused. Until tonight, he had always deep inside worried and fretted over what path his life was taking.. but it wasn't until tonight that he openly admitted it to himself. Now, he was left at indecision... and having the mysterious woman save him only complicated matters more. She was so.. well, so.. special. Right then and there, Goliath knew that he would be finding that woman tomorrow so he could learn everything he could about her.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as there was a soft knock on his door. Turning, Goliath watched as Demona entered the room, her eyes locked on his own. Even he had to admit to his fiancée's beauty in the soft gas light, a warm reflection off of her gold jewelry and wild red hair.
"I know you've been... distracted lately, and I don't pretend to know why," she whispered in a soft voice as she stepped up to her love and stared into his dark eyes. She had definitely made a catch when she acquired Goliath to be hers. Staring up, Demona felt a swirl of emotions flash through her. Just the sight of him was enough to take her breath away.. his proud features, dark eyes, powerful body... all was hers to possess.. and to love? Shaking her head at the weird emotion that flowered throughout her body, Demona quickly pulled something from behind her back and held it out to Goliath. "I intended to save this till the engagement gala next week, but I thought that tonight would be better. Perhaps as a reminder of my.. feelings for you," Demona whispered, her voice soft.
Curious despite himself, Goliath slowly reached out and accepted the cloth covered object into his hands. Very gently, he slowly peeled away the layer of cloth to reveal the object within. At the sight of it, he felt his breath catch in his throat. It was about the size of his hand, shining pure gold in the light, with a blue crescent of a phoenix engraved within. "Demona," Goliath whispered, his voice hoarse in wonder. "Is it the..."
"The Phoenix Gate," Demona interrupted, a smile growing at her lips. "Yes, it is. It was once used by only the most powerful of magicians, crafted by an inhabitant of Avalon itself," she whispered, a strange gleam in her eyes.
"It.. it is overwhelming," Goliath whispered, ensnared in the magic of the object that he held.
"It's only for the most elite of the powerful. And we are the most elite," Demona said, her voice gaining some of its hard edge. Suddenly, her tone softened as she beheld the unbelievable beauty of her love. "There's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I would deny you if you would only not deny me," she whispered as she gently reached up a taloned hand and forced Goliath to meet her eyes. "Open your heart to me, Goliath."