"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
Master at Arms' Office
Sighing, Elisa allowed the large gargoyle to lead her into his office, MacBeth close on her heels. Turning, Coldstone pulled her roughly over towards the far wall and undid the handcuffs. And, for the briefest of moments, Elisa allowed a flare of hope to fill her... only to be squashed right back down as he quickly clamped the cuffs back on after he twisted one hand around a large water pipe, effectively restraining her to the pipe.
Suddenly, a young porter ran into the room, his orange fur bristling with anxiety. "Yes, what is it Claw?" Coldstone asked quickly as he regarded Elisa coolly with one eye.
Nodding his head, the mutant quickly began signing out something that only the large gargoyle could understand.
"I'm wanted by the Purser? Urgently?" Coldstone asked, slightly surprised by the request. At the mutant's urgent nod, he knew that was the case.
"Go on," MacBeth said quickly, knowing what was on the large gargoyle's mind. "I'll keep an eye on her," he continued as he unslung his large laser canon from its strap around his back.
Glancing at the large gun, Coldstone nodded quickly and tossed the handcuff key to the older man and then left the room, Claw hot on his tail.
Sighing, Elisa tried to brush her long raven locks out of her face with the back of her hand. "Well, this should be fun," she muttered as she watched MacBeth take a seat at the nearby desk, the key held firmly in his hand.
Bridge
Panting, Morgan ran onto the bridge and headed straight for his captain. "Carpathia says that they're making seventeen knots, full steam for them, ma'am," he said, running a hand through his graying hair.
"And she's the only one who's responding?" Chavez asked quickly, looking at her weary sixth officer.
"The only one close, Captain. She says they can be here in four hours."
"Four hours!" Chavez gasped. It was at that moment that the enormity of the situation finally hit her.. like a sledgehammer blow. "Thank you, Morgan," she said quietly as she turned to stare out into the dark night. "My God."
Boat Deck
Sighing, Angela looked around at the crowd of First Class passengers that surrounded her. All wore looks of uncertainty as they regarded the boats that the crew were working on. Turning, she saw that one first class woman was barefoot while others were in stockings, top hats, overcoats, evening dress, bathrobes, and kimonos. Shaking her head, she realized that some of the passengers were even wearing their lifebelts over their velvet gowns and then topping it with their sable soles. Growing slightly disgusted, she turned away from the passengers, trying to ignore the fact that some were carrying jewels, books, and even small dogs. Suddenly, her eyes alighted on the stiff figure of Captain Chavez as she slowly walked around the deck. Rushing over to her captain, Angela brushed her long braid behind her back as she reached the older woman. "Hadn't we better get the dependants and children into the boats, Captain?" she asked, yelling to be heard over the roar of the steam.
Nodding slowly, Captain Chavez turned and looked at the scraggly group of passengers. She was numb though, numb to it all by the knowledge that all that she saw now would soon be underwater. She sped up the damn boat and because of that, they would all be underwater. "Right.. the dependants and the children," she murmured before turning away.
Sighing, Angela closed her eyes briefly against the sight of seeing her captain lacking so much hope. Shaking her head, she quickly turned away and rushed back to the passengers. "Right! Start the loading!" she yelled, taking charge of the situation. Just then, the mighty steam that poured through the funnels cut off, leaving the assembled humans and gargoyles in a thick silence. "Children and all of those who are the dependants in the relationship first!" she yelled out as the crew went to work, refusing to be unnerved by the eerie silence.
Just then, the orchestra moved outdoors and began a lively waltz that was both elegant and completely inappropriate for the occasion. Scowling, Angela turned away and found Broadway by her side, ready to help her with the loading.
"Number twenty six ready," he called out, his loud voice echoing throughout the dark night.
"Good," Angela murmured as she turned back to the passengers. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, I need the children and dependants first," she called out. Eventually, a tall and gangly man stepped forth, his arm wrapped protectively around a woman who was obviously pregnant and heavy with child. "Very well.. who is the dependant?" she asked, arching her eyeridge at the two.
"He is," the woman spoke up, her voice regal as she turned to caress her husband's cheek gently. "I be Princess Katherine an he is but me husband," she said, her voice firm.
"I'm not leaving ye," he said quickly, his voice firm.
"Tom," she whispered back, her voice slightly husky as she regarded her younger husband with wise eyes. "I love ye.. now GO!"
Sighing, Guardian Tom slowly nodded in agreement before stepping onto the boat. "Ye watch," he called over his shoulder, hoping to distill the fear that he saw in his wife's eyes. "They'll put us off in these silly little boats t' freeze, an' we'll all be back on board by breakfast."
"Aye, I know, me love," the strong woman said quietly before Angela pushed her back.
"I need more children and dependants, please!" she called out, her voice ringing out above the orchestra.
"Ah, you see," Demona called out as she, Goliath, and Hudson left the warm interior of the ship and onto the crowded deck beyond. "They are loading already," she said, smiling falsely over at her fiancé.
Before Goliath could come up with an answer, Hudson quickly turned and started back towards the interior of the ship. "Ah, bugger," he cried as he reached for the door handle. "I left me sword back in th' room," he muttered.
Suddenly, Demona darted out her hand and grabbed Hudson firmly. Surprised, the old and wizened gargoyle took his hand away from the door and looked into her bright eyes. And in those eyes, he knew the truth. "Stay here, Hudson," Demona said, her voice firm. But he didn't need to hear it in her voice, for her eyes betrayed her fear.
Steerage Berthing Aft, Corridors and Stairwell
Muttering, Brooklyn and Matt quickly pushed their way through the crowded hallways. Everywhere they looked they saw their fellow steerage passengers walking through the hallways, clogging them with their suitcases and bags.
"They're not going to be needing their luggage if we're stuck on the bottom of the sea!" Brooklyn said, glancing over at his companion as they came to yet another clog in the hallway. Surprised, he saw that his friend wasn't even paying attention but was instead hugging the woman that he met from the night before, a Beth Maza. Shaking his head, Brooklyn reached out and began to drag his friend forward. Soon, the stairs were in sight, but here the traffic of people was even more clogged. Confused, Brooklyn looked up and was amazed to see that the gate at the top of the stairwell was closed off, a few porters standing guard on the other side.
"Stay calm, please," Tony Dracon said in his most soothing tone as he looked at the masses of milling people. "It's not time to go up to the boats yet."
Shaking his head, Brooklyn turned his head and saw a beautiful woman with bright red hair and sharp green eyes, a fox tattoo marking her pale skin. Looking down, he saw that she was holding tightly onto the little boy from the night before, the boy that Elisa had danced with.
"What are we doing, mummy?" Alex asked as he pulled on Fox's hand.
"We're just waiting, sweetie," Fox answered, a small smile on her face as she patted her son reassuringly. "When they finish putting First Class people in the boats, then they will be starting with us. And we'll want to be all ready, won't we?" she asked, smiling her brightest down at her adorable son. Then, she turned and glared up at the porter that was their one block from escaping.
Master at Arms' Office
Sighing, Elisa stared up through the porthole that was her one connection with the outside world. To her horror, as each minute passed by, the water level rose higher and higher, till now the portal was completely submerged under water. Shaking her head, she rubbed her wrists gingerly. He didn't have to put them on so tight, Elisa thought to herself as she glanced over at the one other person in the small room.
Ignoring his captive, MacBeth instead chose to pass his time by slowly picking up a bullet that he found lying around and laid it on the desk. Watching in mute fascination, MacBeth looked on as the bullet quickly rolled down the desk, showing that it wasn't just him -- the ship really was beginning to sit at an angle. Shaking his head, he glanced up and found Elisa's dark eyes trained on him. "You know," he said, a cold smile lighting up his handsome face, "I believe this ship may sink."
"No kidding," Elisa murmured sarcastically as she turned away from the man. As she did, her thoughts once more turned back to Goliath. How could he think that she did that? That she stole that blasted artifact of his? She felt betrayed.. like her feelings were all true for her but false for him. It was as if during the first trial of his feelings, he balked and threw aside what trust she had for him. Then again, she knew that it wasn't his fault. He was a cultured gargoyle and everything that was happening was new for him. Heck, his upbringing went against everything that they did and felt. Deep down, she loved him, no matter what the consequences.
"If this ship is truly sinking," MacBeth said, interrupting her thoughts, "then I should be going now." Smiling, the man slowly got up and crossed to stand before Elisa. "But before I go, I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation," he continued as he quickly lashed out with one harm and punched the woman as hard as he could in her stomach.
Crying out, Elisa felt the air leave her lungs in one giant whoosh of pain as she doubled over, her handcuffs clinking against the metal pipe.
"Compliments," MacBeth continued, a strange smile on his face, "of Demona." Laughing, he savored the look of pain on the detective's face one last time before slipping the handcuff key into his pocket and leaving the room, whistling on his way out.
Boat Deck, Port Side
Struggling against the crushing masses of people, Demona slowly pushed her way towards the front of the line for the boat closest to them, Goliath and Hudson in tow. Turning, she sized up the officer who was in charge of loading the particular boat. Narrowing her eyes, she saw that the gargess was young, but forceful and in charge of the situation. "Is there any room for CEOs yet?" Demona finally asked, gaining the attention of the young officer.
Shaking her head, Angela barely wasted a glance on the blue gargoyle before turning back to the crowds of people. "Dependants and children only! Sorry ma'am, no CEOs yet," she called out.
Suddenly, the night sky was filled with a brilliant array of light as a single rocket burst overhead. And in that instant, chaos truly broke out as fear now filled the eyes of the people gathered.
Pulling her eyes away from the awesome sight, Diane Maza looked once more at the woman who was gingerly moving towards the boat before her. "Come on, you heard the lady!" Diane said as she pushed the woman towards the edge. "Get in the boat!"
Astonished by all that was happening around him, Hudson grabbed onto Goliath's arm and pulled him closer to the lifeboat. Everything was happening so fast. Shaking, he turned to watch as Diane Maza stepped into the boat. "Will th' lifeboats be seated accordin' t' class?" he asked softly, muttering the first thing that came to mind. "I hope they no' be too crowded..."
Shocked at his mentor's words, Goliath shook his head sharply. "Oh, Hudson shut up!" Goliath roared as he turned to stare into his mentor's startled eyes. "Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there are not enough boats... not enough by half," he continued, his voice growing grim as he looked around at his fellow passengers. "Half the people on this ship are going to die."
"Not the better half," Demona quickly interjected, a sharp smile on her pointed face. Watching with narrowed eyes, she saw Goliath's face pale instantly. In that moment, she knew that he was thinking of his little steerage slut. After all, she was third class -- she didn't stand a chance of surviving this. Suddenly, another rocket burst overhead, bathing Goliath's face in the harsh white light.
"You unimaginable bitch," Goliath said slowly, his voice low as he stared into the eyes of the gargoyle that was to be his mate.
Completely missing the heated conversation that was going on around her, Diane Maza quickly leaned out of the boat and latched firmly onto Hudson. "Come on, Hudson. Get in the boat," she urged as she pulled the older gargoyle into the filling lifeboat. "These are the first class seats right up here." Sighing, she passed the aging gargoyle over to Angela who was busy loading passengers and then turned to her next dependant that she would help aboard. Instantly, her eyes lighted upon Goliath's flushed cheeks and glowing white eyes. "Come on, Goliath. You're next," she said, her voice light.
Breaking his glare away from Demona, Goliath stared back into Diane's kind brown eyes. For some reason, they looked so much like Elisa's. Mutely, he shook his head and began to back away from the lifeboat.
Seeing his pupil's actions, Hudson reacted instantly and jumped forward. "Goliath, lad, get in th' boat!" Hudson ordered, his voice firm.
Shaking his head in disgust, Goliath looked sadly at his mentor. This wizened gargoyle had become too consumed by the ways of the past. It was time that Goliath looked out for himself and his future. "Goodbye, Hudson," he said, his voice sad as he turned and began walking away.
Snarling, Demona quickly made chase and caught up to her 'beloved.' "Where are you going?" she hissed, her eyes burning a bright red as she grabbed Goliath's arm roughly. "To her? Is that it? To be a fling to that gutter trash?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom.
Roaring, Goliath quickly flared out his wings and pulled his arm away from Demona's. Even the touch of her skin on his made him ill. "I'd rather be her fling than your mate!" he roared, his eyes glowing a bright white. Turning, he quickly ran down the crowded deck, hearing Demona's sharp talons digging in behind him.
"Lower away!" Angela yelled, indicating for the boat to be lowered into the dark waters below, heedless of the drama that was playing out around them.
"No, Goliath! Goliath!!" Hudson roared, trying to jump back onto the boat but being restrained by his fellow passengers. "NO!" Hudson roared as his beloved pupil slowly disappeared from sight.
Master at Arms' Office
Shaking her head, Elisa continued to pull on the pipe with all of her strength. She had to get free.. she had to! She knew that time was running out. Suddenly, a soft gurgling sound reached Elisa's ears. Startled, she turned and watched in growing horror as water began to pour under the door, rapidly spreading across the floor.
"Shit!" Elisa cursed as she began working even harder at the cuffs. Holding back tears of pain, she tried to pull one hand out of the cuffs, working until the skin was raw and bleeding -- all to no avail. "Help!" she screamed, breaking the deadly silence of the ship. "Somebody! Can anybody hear me?!" she yelled, her voice cracking at the strain. Shaking her head, Elisa felt a single tear trail down her pale cheek as her feet became numb in the freezing water. "This could be bad," she murmured, turning once more back to the pipe.
First Class Corridor
Shaking his head, the Magus quickly shoved open a stateroom door and poked his head within. "Anyone in here?" he asked, hoping that he would get no answer.
"Magus, thank God!" Goliath said, interrupting the builder's troubled thoughts. Running forward, the large lavender gargoyle quickly clamped down on the man's aged shoulders. "Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?" he asked, his voice urgent.
"What?" the Magus asked, looking at Goliath in confusion. "What are you doing here? You have to get to a boat right away!"
"No!" Goliath roared, flaring his wings out to his sides. Instantly abashed at his actions, Goliath quickly caped his wings and pleaded with the man before him with his eyes. "I'll do this with or without your help, but without will take longer."
Sighing, the Magus closed his eyes briefly, debating with himself. "Alright. Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left, down the crewman's passage, then make a right," he instructed, his voice tight.
"Bottom, left, right. I have it," Goliath said quickly as he turned and hurried down the corridor.
"Hurry, Goliath!" the Magus called out quickly as the large gargoyle disappeared from sight.
Interior Foyer, Elevators
With his mind a whirlwind of confusion, Goliath turned down another hallway and gasped in relief when he saw the familiar lifts that he was looking for. Running up, he saw that the last operator was just closing up her lift to leave.
Turning, the young woman saw Goliath coming and quickly shook her head. "Sorry sir, lifts are closed..."
Without even thinking, Goliath grabbed the woman by the front of her shirt and shoved her back into the elevator. Releasing her, he quickly turned and closed the gate behind him. "I'm through with being polite, goddamnit!" Goliath growled, his eyes blazing white. "Now, take me down!!"
Shocked, the operator quickly closed her gaping mouth and pulled the lever. A second later, the lift began its slow descent down the ship. A moment later and all hell broke loose.
"What in the-" the young woman began as an eerie blue light floated up from below as they reached the bottom deck. Suddenly, the light became clear as a rush of icy water poured into the lift, swirling around their legs. Screaming in surprise, the lift operator jumped to the back of the elevator as Goliath ripped open the lift door and waded into the corridor beyond.
Turning, he looked back and forth at the unfamiliar territory. "Left, crew passage," he whispered as he turned in the indicated direction, only half aware that the lift began its ascent to the upper decks behind him, leaving him all alone. Shaking his head, Goliath sloshed away, slowly becoming aware of the freezing cold despite his thick gargoyle skin. "Right, right.. right," he said as he turned into a cross corridor, splashing down the deserted hall. "Elisa?" he called out, praying for a response. "Elisa?!"
Master at Arms' Office
Sighing, Elisa wiped the tears from her eyes on the back of her arm as she stared in disgust at the small trails of blood that soaked her black shirt. In that instant, she knew that she was doomed. Suddenly, she heard Goliath's faint voice through the door. Amazed, Elisa sat in shock for a second or two before finally standing once more on the desk that had floated her way a while ago. "Goliath!! In here!" Elisa screamed, her voice cracking.
A few seconds later, the door burst open, revealing a sight that Elisa thought she would never again see -- Goliath. Amazed, she held back a laugh of pure joy as he splashed over to her, his dark hair in ringlets that framed his proud face.
"Oh Elisa, I'm so sorry!" he murmured as he rushed up to Elisa. Instantly his eyes locked onto hers as he reached her. Ignoring all reservations, he wrapped his large arms around her and held her protectively against him, enjoying the feel of her against him. Smiling with a joy that he thought was lost to him, he quickly reached down and hungrily searched for her lips. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he whispered in between kiss after kiss.
"That guy, MacBeth, put it in my pocket!" Elisa gasped, tears running down her face as Goliath held her against him.
"I know, I know," Goliath murmured, his lips against her soft raven locks, breathing in a heavenly scent that belonged only to her.
Smiling at his words, Elisa let her hands rest against the cold pipe as she turned her head up to him. "How did you find out that I didn't do it?" she asked, her voice light as she stared into the endless depths of his eyes.
"I didn't," Goliath answered quietly, his voice low. "I just realized that I already knew."
Smiling, Elisa went to bring her arms around him when they were jerked to a stop by the handcuffs, causing a dull twang in the room. Gasping out at the flare of pain in her bleeding wrists, Elisa cradled her hands against her chest.
Instantly alerted by her cry of pain, Goliath pulled away quickly and looked down in concern at her. "What's wrong?" he asked quickly as he pulled Elisa's hands away from her chest. As she winced in pain, Goliath stared in horror at the cuffs that chained her to the water pipe and more so at the small trails of blood that dripped down her wrists from where her skin and been rubbed raw. "Oh God, Elisa.. I'm so sorry," he said quickly, guilt eating him up.
"Shh," Elisa whispered quickly, taking her hand away to rest it gently on Goliath's, restrained slightly by the metal. "It's okay."
"But, if I hadn't..."
"Goliath, it's alright," Elisa continued, the same small smile on her lips. "But do you think you can find the key? We need to get out of here," she said, indicating the water that was by now up to Goliath's waist.
Smiling grimly at the woman that had so captured his heart, Goliath quickly shook his head. "Take too long.. I have something better." Moving quickly, Goliath seized the chain that connected the two cuff links and pulled on them with all of his might. To Elisa's astonishment, the metal snapped instantly, freeing Elisa from her bonds.
"Goliath, you did it!" Elisa gasped, staring at her hands in shock. Turning, she quickly slid her arms around his thick neck and planted her lips firmly against his.
Surprised, Goliath hesitated for the briefest of moments before wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off of the desk and towards him. Smiling, he broke the kiss and lowered her into the water beside him.
"Oh my God!" Elisa exclaimed immediately as bright bolts of pain flashed through her body at the freezing water. "Ow ow ow.. that's cold!" she gasped as her teeth began to chatter instantly.
Surprised, Goliath remembered that even though the water felt cold to him, to Elisa, it was so cold that it was painful. "Elisa, I..."
"No time," Elisa broke in, smiling up at him despite the pain. "Come on, let's go," she urged as she grabbed his hand and began wading towards the door. As the couple broke through the water and into the corridor beyond, they saw that the stairs that led back up were now completely flooded with water.
"That's the way out," Goliath said, nodding towards the stairs.
"Too deep," Elisa argued, shaking her head quickly. "We gotta find another way out," she murmured as she turned and started in the other direction, Goliath close on her heels.
Scotland Road, E-Deck
Sighing, Jason Canmore quickly herded the steerage passengers along the nearly deserted hallway. Turning, he saw that the straggly group of people almost looked like refugees, all heading aft. Suddenly, his jumbled thoughts were cut short as a sudden crash resounded through the hall. Stunned, Jason turned quickly and watched in astonishment as a wooden doorframe splintered and then burst open under the force of a large gargoyle's shoulder. "Hey! You'll have to pay for that, you know!" he yelled as the gargoyle turned and helped a petite young woman with flowing black hair out of the splintered mess. "That's White Star Line property..."
"Shut up!" Goliath and Elisa roared and yelled at the same time as they followed the train of passengers down the hallway. Smirking to herself, Elisa recognized the young man, a startled look plastered on his face. Shaking her head, she quickly squeezed Goliath's hand, trying to keep her blue lips sealed in order to stop the chattering of her teeth.
Smiling down, Goliath squeezed Elisa's hand gently in return and then pushed her ahead of him, he close on her heels. The pale pallor of her tan skin and the hue of her lips were not lost on him as he quickly reached out and began rubbing her arms as they shoved their way forward in the crowded hall.