"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
Boat Deck
Hissing under her breath, Demona scanned the crowd before her. How could she have lost a seven foot gargoyle that was as broad as two of the puny humans? Shaking her head, she cursed beneath her breath as she struggled through the crowds of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of his broad lavender shoulders and smooth black hair. Suddenly, she saw her manservant struggling towards her from a ways away. Hope blossoming within her, she quickly met him halfway.
"He's not on the starboard side either," MacBeth said quietly, his voice grim.
"We're running out of time!" Demona growled, her fangs bared. "And this... little bitch," she said, waving a hand at Angela who was busy boarding passengers onto the flimsy lifeboats, "isn't letting any CEOs in at all."
"The one on the other side is letting CEOs in," MacBeth countered quickly, his blue eyes cold as he nodded to the other side of the ship.
Smiling slightly, Demona nodded at her manservant. "Then that's our play. But we're still going to need some insurance," she muttered as she started forward towards the interior of the ship. "Come on," she ordered as she broke away, glancing briefly at a commotion to her side.
"Please, Ida, get into the boat," an older men gently pleaded to his wife as he pushed her towards Angela's boat.
"No," she stated, her old voice firm. "We've been together for forty years, and where you go, I go," she said, looking at her husband with loving eyes as she pulled away from the boat. "Don't argue with me, Isador, you know it does no good."
Stopping his efforts, Isador looked at his wife with eyes filled with love and great sadness. Moving forward, he quickly pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.
"Lower away!!" Angela called out, ignorant of all that passed but the loading of the passengers and the lowering of the lifeboats.
E-Deck Corridors and Stairwell
Shrugging through her fellow passengers, Elisa led the way further down the hall, trying various gates and doors as they went. "They're locked. They're all locked!" she muttered as she hurried along, Goliath's comforting hand always at her back. Suddenly, she saw a familiar face up ahead. "Matt!" she called out, her voice filled with joy. "Matt!" she screamed as she ran up to her friend who was standing beside the woman from the night before.
"Elisa?" Matt asked, turning away from Beth. "Elisa!" he cried out happily as his friend jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. Grinning, he swung her around before gently placing her back on her feet. Smiling, he turned and watched as Goliath slowly came up behind them, a small smile on his proud face. As he saw the two together, he knew what had happened. Smiling, he pulled out of Elisa's hug and held her hands firmly in his. Looking down, he was amazed to see that her lips were slightly bluish and that her hands felt like ice. Surprised, he looked down and saw that her jeans were soaked with what appeared to be water. Shaking his head, he instantly lost the joy he felt as that fact brought him crashing back to their current situation. "The boats are all going," he said, his voice grim.
Nodding her head, Elisa felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Smiling, she turned and glanced up into Goliath's dark eyes. She needed to find a way to save them all. "We have to get up there or we're going to be gargling saltwater," Elisa said, thinking aloud as she looked up at the closed iron gates at the top of the stairwell. "Where's Brooklyn?"
Shaking his head, Matt allowed himself the briefest of smiles as he pointed a finger up at the top of the gates. Turning, Elisa watched with sad eyes as Brooklyn climbed up the gate and spread his wings out threateningly.
"For crying out loud, there are children down here!" he roared, his eyes blazing white. "Let us up so we can have a chance!" he cried in a more subdued voice, pleading with the officers with his eyes.
Silent but resolute, the crew members merely shook their heads, staring at the gargoyle with beady eyes.
Growling in disgust, Brooklyn quickly turned away and pushed through the crowd till he was standing once more beside his friends. "It's hopeless that way," he said, glaring back up at the men.
"Well, whatever we're going to do, we better do it fast," Elisa murmured, eyeing the passengers as they began turning more and more riled up. They were becoming a full fledged mob.
Nodding in agreement, Matt quickly turned to Beth who was standing beside her father. "Everyone... all of you... come with me now!" he said quickly, squeezing Beth's hand gently.
Sighing, Beth's father, Peter Maza, slowly shook his head. "I am sorry, but we will not panic. We will not go with you but will instead wait here for the porters to let us through," he said, his voice firm.
"But.." Matt protested as he turned to Beth and looked into her dark eyes.
"I will never forget you," Beth murmured quietly, a single tear in her eyes.
"No.." Matt said quietly as a soft hand touched his shoulder gently. Turning, he stared into the dark eyes of his friend and partner.
"Let her go, Matt," Elisa said quietly, her eyes filled with understanding.
Nodding slowly, Matt glanced at Beth's face one last time before turning and following his friends down the crowded corridor.
Goliath and Demona's Suite
Smiling to herself, Demona opened her beloved safe with a loud clunk and took out the Phoenix Gate. Ever so gently, she then lowered the precious artifact into a pouch that she quickly fastened on a belt around her loin cloth. "I make my own luck," she said quietly, a snide smile on her face as she began filling the rest of the pouch with thick stacks of bills.
"So do I," MacBeth replied as he quickly patted the large laser cannon that was strapped to his back.
Steerage, Aft
Moving as one, Goliath and company quickly lost themselves in the twisting hallways of the Titanic. Suddenly, a lone doorway caught his eye. Turning quickly, he backtracked and found himself looking up into a narrow stairway. "Over here!" he called out, bringing his friends charging back. Grabbing onto Elisa, he quickly moved up the stairwell until he encountered a small landing that was bared by yet another locked gate. Pushing aside the small groups of passengers that had found this way, Goliath quickly stepped up to the gate and glared at the scared porter. "Let us pass!" he growled, quickly losing all patience.
Sighing, the porter quickly shook his head. "Go to the main stairwell with everyone else," he said quietly. "It'll all get sorted out there." It was obvious from his expression that this wasn't the first time that he had said that same phrase.
Growling, Goliath felt his eyes burn a hot white color. For him, this was the last straw. He was sick of being ordered around and told where to and not to go. Turning on his heels, he quickly stalked over to a large bench that was attached firmly to the floor. Motioning to the red gargoyle, Brooklyn and he quickly grabbed the bench and yanked it with all of their might, pulling it clear off of the floor.
Seeing their intentions, Elisa hid her smile as she rushed over to the gate and started clearing people out of the way. "Move aside!" she yelled, pushing a whining woman against the wall. "Quickly, move aside!"
As soon as the path was clear, Goliath hoisted the bench onto his shoulder and charged as one with Brooklyn. Smiling to himself, Goliath watched in satisfaction as the gate was ripped off of its hinges and fell outwards, narrowly missing the stunned steward. "Come on!" Goliath roared as he shoved the bench to the side and led the crowd of passengers through the narrow opening. Turning, he grabbed onto Elisa's hands and pulled her through, watching in amusement as Brooklyn turned to the porter and growled menacingly, causing him to faint to the ground below. "Let's get out of here."
A-Deck Foyer
Sighing, Demona quickly pushed through the masses of first class passengers as she and MacBeth hurried to the upper decks. Suddenly, a strange sight caught her eye. As the two crossed the foyer, they came upon an older gentlemen and his valet dressed in their white ties, tail-coats and top hats, sitting in the luxurious chairs that lined that part of the ship.
Shaking her head, Demona paused briefly before the older man and eyed him with disbelieving eyes. "So Ben," she said, her voice coy, "what's the occasion?"
Smiling regally up at the young gargess, Ben Guggenheim held onto his coat lapels. "We have dressed in our best and are prepared to go down like gentlemen."
Holding back a sarcastic laugh, Demona smiled at the two. "That's admirable, Ben," she said as she turned and continued hurrying on her way. "I'll be sure to tell your wife... when I get to New York," she said, calling out over her shoulder.
Boat Deck, Aft
Sighing, Broadway stared out at the masses of milling passengers that were spread out before him. Things were beginning to get ugly as the crowd began turning into a mob of angry people. "I said, children and dependents only!" he bellowed as he shoved back a man that was the obvious head of a household, a brash CEO falling back with him.
Suddenly, the crowd of people broke forward and began rushing the boat. Knowing that he had no other choice, Broadway quickly grabbed a small pistol from a nearby crewman and pointed it out over the mob. "Get back!" he bellowed, his eyes glowing white as he flexed out his wings.
As the crowd looked wearily at the gun that was held so firmly by the officer, they slowly backed away and some form of order returned.
Sighing in relief, Broadway quickly turned his back on the crowd and loaded the gun with shaking hands. He hated these things... all they did was cause death and hurt. Then again, it seemed that it may be needed this night.
Boat Deck, port
Gasping for breath, Elisa led her group of friends up the crew stairs and finally emerged into the dark night. Instantly, a blast of cold air ruffled her drying clothes, causing her to pull closer to Goliath as she looked about and regained her bearings. Turning, she saw that they stood just aft of the third funnel. Smiling, she turned once again and felt the smile disappear just as quickly, for at the railings, there stood nothing but empty davits.
"The boats are gone!" Goliath gasped, looking at the spot where boats stood waiting just hours before. Shaking his head, he turned quickly and looked down into Elisa's dark eyes. Suddenly, a familiar face caught his attention. "Xanatos!" he bellowed, turning away from his love to rush the billionaire. "Are there any boats left?"
Nodding his head curtly, Xanatos skimmed over Goliath's soaked loin cloth and the meager means of his companions. "Yes, there are still a couple of boats all the way forward-"
Without even waiting for the man to finish, Elisa quickly grabbed Goliath's hand and began running forward, her feet pounding painfully on the wooden deck.
Nodding their heads, Brooklyn and Matt quickly followed, looking on in amazement as they passed by a group of musicians. "Music to drown by," Brooklyn gasped as they whipped past the orchestra. "Now I know I'm in first class."
Boat Deck, Starboard, Aft
As shots echoed through the dark night sky, Demona turned and fixed a worried gaze on the rising water. "It's starting to fall apart," she murmured. "We don't have much time."
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as three dogs ran by, including a large blue doggoyle. Shaking her head, she turned till she was once more facing the back of the broad blue first officer. Hurrying forward, she quickly strode up to his side and touched his shoulder. "First Officer Broadway," she said, in her most coy voice, "I'm a business woman, as you know, and I have a proposition for you."
Shaking his head, Broadway glanced at the blue gargess before moving forward to the next boat. "I don't have time for this," he muttered, his voice dark.
Ignoring his words, Demona quickly rushed forward and stuffed a wad of bills into a pouch at his side. "I want off of this ship. Do we have an understanding?"
Growling, Broadway stared hard at the woman before turning back to the boat. Nodding in satisfaction, Demona took that as a yes. Suddenly, there was a hand at her shoulder.
"I've found him," MacBeth said quickly, his voice low as Demona turned to regard him with cool eyes. "He's just over on the port side. With her."
"Children and dependents!" Broadway called out, his voice carrying out over the small groups of passengers that had found their way to this part of the ship. "Any more children and dependents?" When there was no response, Broadway slowly turned and met Demona's sparkling eyes. "Anyone else, then?"
Growling softly, Demona glanced back and forth between the awaiting boat and her manservant. This was her chance.. her chance to get off of the boat. Roaring, Demona quickly shook her head and turned towards the far side of the ship, MacBeth hot on her tail.
Shaking his head, Broadway quickly turned back towards the boat that he was loading. There were some people that he would never understand -- the man in front of him included. Amazed, the first officer watched with wide eyes as Jon Canmore sat himself into the boat and stared ahead with unseeing eyes. Growling softly, Broadway quickly gave the order: Take them down.
Boat Deck, port side
"Dependents and children, please," Angela said, her voice beginning to grow hoarse from the constant yelling. "Dependents and children only," she cried out, glaring at a young woman who was trying to board. "Step back, ma'am!" she ordered, recognizing the woman as the vice-president of a large corporation back in the states.
Noting this, Goliath quickly stumbled closer to the boat, his arms wrapped tightly around Elisa's shivering shoulders. The cold had finally penetrated his thick skin and he himself was even beginning to shiver in the stark cold of the Arctic night. Turning, he watched with sad eyes as a young woman helped her family aboard the lifeboat.
Struggling to hold back her tears, she quickly reached out a shaking hand and tenderly touched her husband's cheek. Turning, she then looked at her two small children with sad eyes. "It's goodbye for a little while... only for a little while," she said quietly, her voice choking up as she struggled with her emotions. Sighing, she watched as the tears dripped down her children's cheeks and as sobs wracked their bodies. Looking up, she saw a single tear drip down her beloved's cheek as he knew that he would never again see his wife. "Go with Daddy," she whispered once more before the crowd shoved her back. "Hold Daddy's hand and be my good babies!" she called out as she became lost in the masses.
Closing his eyes against the heart wrenching sight, Goliath pulled Elisa closer to him and held her tightly as they moved ever forward.
"Please.. get this to my wife in De Moines, Iowa," a man pleaded as he quickly scribbled a note and shoved it into the hands of a boarding passenger.
Sighing, Elisa pulled closer to Goliath and turned to regard her friends with sad eyes. "You better check out the other side," she said quietly. Without even asking, she knew that neither her, Matt, nor Brooklyn would get onto the lifeboats. They were dependents of no one and supported themselves. They would not be saved by this boat.
Nodding quickly, Matt and Brooklyn shoved away and hurried across the crowded decks.
Suddenly, it was their turn as they drew near the boats. Smiling gratefully, Goliath pushed Elisa forward, only to find themselves roughly pushed back.
Hissing quietly, Angela found herself quickly losing patience. "Who supports you?" she asked quickly, eyeing Elisa up and down.
"I support myself," Elisa said firmly, her eyes hiding nothing.
"That's what I thought," Angela murmured as she nodded her head, indicating for Elisa to step back. "Children and dependents only."
Nodding her head curtly, Elisa smiled at the gargess. She would get no trouble from her. "Go ahead, Goliath," she said, pulling out of his arms and pushing him towards the filling boat.
"What?" Goliath asked, staring in shock at the small woman who stood before him. "I'm not going without you," he argued, his voice growing small as he stared into her dark eyes. Lost in those depths, he slowly reached out a hand and ran a single talon through her tangled locks of hair.
Shaking her head, Elisa grabbed Goliath's hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "Get into the boat, Goliath," she said, her voice firm as she stared at him with love in her eyes.
Suddenly, Elisa felt herself shoved aside as Demona strode up to them. "Yes, get in the boat, Goliath," she said, her eyes blazing red as she glared at the detective.
Shocked at being found, Goliath stared mutely at his proposed mate before stepping instinctively to Elisa's side.
"I said to get in the boat," Demona continued, clenching her jaw at the sight of them together. Moving quickly, Demona unclipped the pouch from her side and wrapped it around Goliath's waist. "Take this and get into the boat," she said, doing it more for the fact of showing her possession of him than anything else.
"Quickly, children and dependents. Step into the boat!" Angela cried out, knowing that their time was growing thin. "Hurry, please!"
Turning, Elisa quickly stared up into Goliath's dark eyes and put her hands softly on his chest. She could feel his shaking, and whether it was from the cold or the shock, she couldn't be sure. "Go on," she said, a small smile on her face. "I'll get the next one," she continued as she reached up and gently trailed her hand through his soft hair.
"NO!" Goliath roared, his eyes flaring white as he pulled Elisa into a tight embrace, swearing to never let her go. "Not without you!" By now, he was past caring that Demona was standing only a few feet to his right. That was unimportant by now.
Growling slightly, Demona felt her eyes flare red as she looked at her promised mate and at the steerage trash. "Excuse me," she said quietly, causing the two to break apart as if just remembering that there were others around them, "but there are boats on the other side allowing people like us in. Elisa and I can get off safely," she said, her voice quiet. "Both of us."
Surprised, Elisa stared at the gargess for a moment in shock before quickly turning back to her love. "There, you see!" Elisa said quickly, her voice bright. "I'll be alright. Now, hurry up so we can get along... we have our own boat to catch," she finished as she reached up and caressed Goliath's cold cheek.
Ignoring the obvious affection between the two, Demona nodded towards the filling boat. "Get in Goliath," she said, pushing him lightly towards the boat. "Hurry up, it's almost full."
"But.." Goliath sputtered as he stared down into Elisa's dark eyes. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed him tightly and pulled him back towards the boat. Surprised, he felt Elisa's hand fall away from his cheek as the crew member, Angela, he thought, forced him back and into the lifeboat. Reaching out, Goliath felt his fingers brush against Elisa's for the briefest moment before other passengers clogged the path in between them. And then, he was sitting in the boat against the far side. Shocked, Goliath turned up and stared with wide eyes as Elisa broke through the crowd of passengers to stand at the railing, her dark hair swirling out around her in the cold breeze, her dark eyes locked with his.
"Lower away!" Angela called out, seeing that the boat was filled to its capacity. Reacting instantly, the crew members began the cranking that lowered the mighty boat slowly down.
"But..." Goliath protested quietly as he stared around him. Everything was a jumbled confusion. The boat was packed tightly with passengers, most of whom were crying silent tears as they stared at their loved ones, an occasional rocket lighting up the sky around them with a harsh white glare. Shaking his freezing hair out of his face, Goliath turned once more and allowed his eyes to trace the line back up the ship till he met with Elisa. She looked so small and vulnerable, standing there on the massive ship. Her dark hair was tangled and hanging limp around her, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. As their eyes met, Goliath felt his heart drop out from beneath him. They were so beautiful, her eyes.. so beautiful and so deep -- hiding a wealth of the person that he loved so much. Suddenly, there was movement at her side and Goliath watched as Demona joined Elisa at the side of the ship.
"You're a good liar," Demona whispered softly, her eyes trained on Goliath's figure as the boat slowly lowered away.
"Almost as good as you," Elisa returned, her eyes trained on the gargoyle that she loved. She knew that she was never going to see him again. "There's no deal with a crew member on the other side of the ship, is there?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Oh there is.. not that it will be helping you any," Demona said, her voice cold as she stared down at the lowering boat. "I always win, Elisa. One way or another."
Shaking her head, Elisa felt a small tear build in the corner of one eye. It was true then... she'd never be seeing Goliath again. Shaking her head, she stared down at Goliath, her eyes sad as she saw him looking at her with such desperation.
And the desperation he was feeling was obvious. It was as though the world was moving in slow motion for Goliath. The officer, Angela, was giving orders -- Goliath knew this for he could see her lips moving, but he heard nothing. The only thing that he could hear was the blood pounding in his ears. "This can't be happening," Goliath whispered quietly as yet another rocket burst overhead, bathing everything in that harsh, white light. Turning, he watched with sad eyes as a single tear formed in the corner of her eye. Shaking his head, Goliath felt as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do it.
Suddenly, ignoring all thought and reason, acting solely on his heart, Goliath tore through the other passengers and threw himself off of the boat. Extending his wings, he allowed a soft breath of air to carry him the short distance to the railing. Grasping it, he quickly hauled himself over the railing until he was standing on shaky legs on the A-Deck promenade of the doomed ship.
Seeing his actions, Elisa quickly leaned over the side of the railing, her face ashen. "No Goliath!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she watched in horror.. watched as Goliath doomed himself by throwing himself back on the Titanic. "Nooo!" she screamed as he disappeared from sight. Turning on her heel, she quickly ran through the crowd, shoving people aside as she rushed for the Grand Staircase.
"He would die for her..." Demona whispered quietly, now all alone at the stark white railing as her hands gripped it tightly. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes against the blinding rage that was building within her. "He would die for that steerage slut!!" she suddenly roared as she, too, turned away from the railing and ran for the interior of the ship. "They'll both pay for this!"
Grand Staircase
Half sobbing, Elisa quickly tore through the door and into the large and elegant foyer of the grand staircase. Pushing people aside, she pounded down the stairs until she caught sight of Goliath entering the foyer from below. Shaking her head, Elisa felt the tears pour down her cheeks as she finished off the distance between them and collided with him. "Goliath, why did you do that?!" she asked, her voice a mingle of sobs as she felt his reassuring arms wrap tightly around her, his lips on her hair. "Goliath why didn't you go?" she cried, tears of pain and of relief coursing down her cold cheeks.
Shaking his head, Goliath felt his own tears trail down his cheeks as he once more held the woman that he loved so much. "You fight, I fight.. right?" he asked, sheltering her with his wings as he leaned down and caught her lips with his.
Laughing, Elisa pushed him away and gently laid her hands upon his cold cheeks. "Right," she said quietly, her eyes shining as she stared up at the contours of his proud face.
Suddenly, a loud roar interrupted their reunion. Shocked, Elisa turned and quickly recognized Demona's fiery red hair as she twisted and roughly grabbed MacBeth's laser that was slung over his shoulder. Reacting instantly, Elisa grabbed Goliath and pulled him away as a thin line of red cut a nearby cherub in half.
"Run Goliath!" Elisa yelled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs, taking them two at a time, Demona hot on their tails.
"Demona, what are you doing?" Goliath roared over his shoulder as he followed his beloved down the ornate stairway. Turning round, it took but one look at the demonic state of her red glowing eyes before he needed no further convincing. Shocked, he quickly took the lead and pulled Elisa after him as he raced down the slippery stairs. Soon, they could go no further down and were once more encased in the freezing waters of the Atlantic.
Gasping in a ragged breath at the flare of pain in his legs, Goliath sloshed through the water that reached up to his waist as he pulled Elisa towards the finely crafted glass doors to the dining saloon. Hurrying through, Goliath half dragged his love through the freezing water, wading around the floating tables. Startled, he paused briefly to glance quickly around the ornate room. All of the splendor was gone and hidden beneath the water that filled the room. The lights still glowed dimly on the tables, illuminating the floor beneath the sea of water and everywhere.. everywhere floated the fine china that they had dined on just the night before. Everything was underwater. Shaking his head, Goliath continued forward, towards the aft of the ship where the water was more shallow.
"Well, this is going to be fun," Elisa muttered as she followed her love through the icy depths, knowing that either Demona or her manservant would be right behind them.