"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, Starboard Side
Gasping, Demona hurried through the first class entrance and stared at the deck around her with wild eyes. "Damn them all to hell!" she whispered, her voice tight as she lurched down the tilting deck towards the bridge. He was gone. Her proposed mate was gone to that steerage trash and could rot in hell for all she cared. To make matters even more irritating, her own manservant was gone as well. In the heat of the moment as Goliath and Elisa had disappeared from sight into the watery depths of the ship, Demona had offered MacBeth the Phoenix Gate to keep as his own if he so retrieved it. After all, the Gate was in the pouch and the pouch was on Goliath. Surprisingly enough, the manservant went for it and was in pursuit of the two. She didn't care anymore.. she cared about nothing except for getting off of the blasted ship.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Broadway before her. He was, once again, trying to load a boat just aft of the bridge. Smiling softly, Demona started forward, pushing her fiery red hair out of her eyes. With new determination in her step, she hurried forward, giving the barest of glances to a small child who wept all alone and abandoned in a corner. And then she was there -- at the front of the crowd standing beside a tall red beaked gargoyle and a man with fiery orange-red hair with only a few crew members and a couple of guns standing in their way of salvation.
"Give us a chance to live!" Brooklyn roared as he flared out his wings, fighting to stay away from the deadly point of the guns before him. But that was difficult seeing as how the crowd was surging behind him, pushing him closer and closer to the panicked crew.
Knowing that any control he had was rapidly vanishing, Broadway quickly raised his gun in the air and fired it twice in quick succession. "Stay back!" he roared, his eyes glowing white. "I'll shoot anyone who tries to get past me!"
Ignoring the gargoyle's words, Demona quickly stepped forward and glared at the large blue gargoyle. "We had a deal!" she hissed, her own eyes glowing red as they strayed to the boat.
"Your money won't save you or me!" Broadway quickly replied, showing nothing but disgust on his face as he grabbed the offending bills from his pouch and tossed them in Demona's face. "Now get back!" he ordered as he roughly shoved her back into the line of passengers.
Suddenly, Brooklyn felt someone shove him roughly from behind. Unprepared, the red gargoyle flew forward. And as if in slow motion, Broadway turned as he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, the gun moving with him. And then the gun was going off with a flash and a bright flare as a bloody hole appeared in Brooklyn's chest. Crying out, he quickly fell to the hard deck, a bright red stain spreading over his skin, turning it even darker. As the pain began to build and then ebb away, he turned his eyes from the shocked horror of the blue gargoyle to the kind blue eyes of his new friend.
"Oh God no," Matt whispered as he knelt beside his friend and cradled his soft white hair in his lap. "No Brooklyn," he murmured, pain tearing at his throat as he watched the light fade from his eyes, felt as Brooklyn took his last breath and then was still. "NOOOOO!" Matt yelled, his hands clenching tightly around his friend's bloodied body as he turned accusing eyes on the blue officer. "Murderer!" he yelled, his voice cracking as tears coursed down his cold cheeks.
"What have I done?" Broadway murmured quietly in reply, his eyes trained on the red fluid that was rapidly staining the deck. Turning away, Broadway felt a wave of guilt and confusion sweep through him. "What have I done?" he repeated, his voice weak as he looked at his shocked crew members, his eyes vacant. Sighing, he smiled softly at his crew, one last time before slowly turning and facing out over the dark night. Without so much as a thought, he then raised the gun and placed it firmly at his temple. "I'm sorry," he murmured quietly as his finger tightened on the trigger and as all went dark.
As the crash resounded through the dark night, Demona closed her eyes against the sight and fell back into the throng of people. Shaking her head, she thought briefly about the waste of life as a call went out once more for children and dependents. Suddenly, she had a plan.
Smiling evilly, Demona pushed through the wave of passengers and hurried to the corner that she had passed by moments before. Sure enough, crouched on the ground was the snot nosed little brat she had seen earlier, her small eyes filled with tears as she cried out. Ignoring the wave of revulsion she felt, she quickly snatched the child into her arms and then rushed forward once more till she was standing before the crew who now ran the loading. "Here's a child! I've got a child!" she yelled, finally catching the woman's attention. "Please.. I'm all she has in the world," she added quickly, clutching the child to her heart.
Sighing, the woman took one look at the crying child and at the blue gargoyle. Shaking her head, still trying to rid the image of her commander killing himself, she waved the two forward and turned back to the loading.
Walking as though in a dream, Captain Maria Chavez ignored the groups of crew and passengers that she passed as she walked towards the bridge -- her bridge. Turning, she stepped into the glass encased room and closed the door firmly behind her. And then, with the waves of guilt pressing her down -- drowning her in their depths, she watched the water level rise around her until all she saw was the swirling water outside, the water pouring in under the doors. And then, with a resounding crash of shattering glass, she saw no more.
Shaking his head, the Magus closed his eyes as he leaned against the fireplace. All around him, glass began to shatter as objects tumbled from their place in the smoking room. A few minutes before, Goliath and Elisa had passed through.
"Won't you even try for it?" Goliath had asked, his eyes staring at the aged man.
It was his ship.. he deserved to share the fate of his beloved ship. "I'm sorry I didn't build you a better ship," the Magus whispered once more as the ship began to tilt further and further. "I'm so sorry."
Trying to hold back her tears, Ida Strauss clutched her husband's arms that were holding her so tightly. All around her, she heard the sounds of the ocean as the water poured into their rooms, nearing ever closer to the top of the bed that they lay upon. "I love you," she whispered, her aged voice breaking as he pulled her tighter against him. "I love you, my Isador."
Wiping away her tears, Fox gently pulled the covers up tighter over her beloved son. "And on an island not far away, there lived the beautiful Titania and Oberon," she whispered softly as she ruffled her son's red hair, his eyes drooping shut. "Their love and their magic would live on forever on the island of Avalon.. forever."
"Will you take me.. there someday, Mommy?" little Alexander asked quietly as his eyes flitted shut.
"Yes, baby," Fox whispered, a choked sob leaving her lips as tears coursed down her cheeks. "I'll take you there soon.. we'll go visit there soon enough," she said as she reached down and placed a shaky kiss on her son's forehead. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispered as she listened to her son's even breathing. "Soon, I'll take you anywhere..."
A-Deck, Aft, Port Side
Running, Goliath squeezed Elisa's hand in his and pulled her closer to him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the bridge was now underwater and that the deck was in chaos around them.
"Okay.." Elisa yelled as she and Goliath tried to stay together through the mad rush of people, "we keep moving aft! We have to stay on the ship as long as possible!"
Nodding his head in agreement, Goliath ran beside his love and pushed his way through the crowd of passengers. Soon, they were at the A-Deck aft rail. Looking down, he watched as the passengers continued streaming further and further down the ship as others chose to jump over the railing and into the icy depths below. Turning, he quickly grabbed Elisa and lifted her over the railing. Ignoring her surprised gasp, he lowered her as far as he could before dropping her to the deck below. Praying that she wasn't harmed, he quickly jumped over the railing and joined her in the mad crush of people below. And then they were at the narrow stairs that led to the well deck, the only way aft.
"Goliath, we can't take the stairs!" Elisa cried out as she watched the passengers trying to squeeze down the narrow steps, knocking more off the sides than anything.
"I know!" Goliath called back as he once more lifted Elisa and lowered her to the deck below. And then they were running again, hand in hand, towards the far side of the ship.
Boat Deck Foyer, Grand Staircase
Screaming out, Princess Katherine felt the water wrap its cold and slimy hands around her as it pulled her down the marble steps of A-Deck which was already flooded. Gasping for air, she kicked to the surface, avoiding the roiling vortex of water that surrounded her, and grasped a headless cherub at the bottom of the staircase. Wrapping her arms tightly around it, she listened in numb horror to the screams of her fellow passengers as she felt her baby kick against her cold stomach. "I'm so sorry, me new bairn," she whispered quietly as she turned and looked up to the towering glass dome above her. "I love ye, Tom," she whispered as the glass dome exploded inward from overhead with a wave of water cascading in. In no time, she was lost under the spray.
Stern
Gasping, Elisa struggled against gravity and slowly climbed the well deck stairs as the ship began to tilt even more, Goliath before her. Suddenly, she felt a hand rest squarely on her butt and push her forward. Surprised, she turned back and stared into the very hazy eyes of the Baker of the ship.
"Sorry, miss!" he yelled, a large smile on his face showing how very drunk he was.
Shaking her head, Elisa couldn't help but smile at the man before continuing after Goliath. Instantly, though, that smile disappeared as she took in the sight before her. Everywhere she looked she saw her fellow passengers struggle against the gravity that was pulling them back as the ship continued to tilt, grasping at anything that was secured to the deck floor. Gasping, she grabbed Goliath's hand tightly and allowed him to pull her forward, his strong talons making easy work of the slanting deck. Turning, she looked on in amazement at the hundreds of passengers that were crowded around Father Byles, who had his voice raised in prayer.
"...and I saw new heavens and a new earth. The former heavens and the former earth had passed away and the sea was no longer...." Father Byles said, his voice raised and his eyes closed, pleading up to the heavens.
"Hurry Elisa," Goliath said quietly as he pulled her forward. "We cannot expect the Creator to do all the work for us," he said as he continued forward, helping passengers as they started to slip past. Soon, they could go back no further and found themselves standing right at the base of the flagpole that marked the back of the ship. With every second that passed, the ship tilted further and further till now the propellers rested twenty feet above the water and were rising fast. To make it worse, the night air was filled with the sound of the groaning ship and the cries and wails of the passengers.
Shaking her head as the horror of the situation penetrated through the numb cold she was feeling, Elisa pressed closer to Goliath. Nodding in understanding, Goliath wrapped one powerful arm around the railing of the ship and then held Elisa tightly against him with the other one.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Elisa turned her head and smiled sadly at the woman beside her. It was Beth Maza, the girl from earlier that Matt had been so infatuated with. Sighing, Elisa knew that just because the girl was here, that didn't ensure her surviving the night. And that also brought all new questions to mind. For instance, where was Matt and Brooklyn? She prayed that her friends were all right and had somehow found a way off of the ship and onto one of the lifeboats. At least one of them had to survive this.
And then the mighty Titanic tilted even more in its climb to go vertical, causing passengers and crew members everywhere to lose their grip and go tumbling down the twisted ship. Crying out, a small green gargoyle felt another passenger plow into him. Instantly, both he and the other passenger lost their grip on the object they were holding and they both slid down the ship and to their doom below. "Goliath!" Lexington cried out one last time before his head smashed painfully against a bolted bench, causing the world to go dark.
Crying out in fear, Elisa held onto Goliath even tighter as she looked past him. Below, the propellers were now sitting a good one hundred feet in the air. Everywhere around them people were beyond the point of panic as they threw themselves from the ship, dropping the hundreds of feet to the water below -- killed instantly by the unforgiving water -- water as hard as cement.
And then, everything was dark. With another groan the lights of the mighty ship went out in a wink, leaving the terrified passengers in the dark night, saved only by the brightly twinkling cold stars above -- the stars of the heavens.
In the darkness, only more terror ensued as the great ship cracked with a mighty report across the water. And then, the ship busted along the middle, the decks splitting as the ship broke in two.
Crying out in horror, MacBeth held on for dear life as the ship opened up into a sudden pit of jagged metal before him. "NOOO!" he screamed as his hold slipped and he fell into the interior of the ship, open now to the rushing water.
And then, other screams of terror joined his as the back half of the mighty ship plummeted from her high position and back into the water till she was sitting almost even once again. Almost immediately, a cry of salvation went through some of the passengers as they thought they had been saved. All to no avail, for right away the horrible mechanics began to play themselves out.
Crying out in horror, Goliath tightened his hold on the railing and pulled Elisa closer to him as the ship slowly began to tilt once more as the other half of the ship weighed it down. Turning, he quickly yanked Elisa towards the railing. "We have to move!" he roared as people began falling victim to the gravity, pulling them down to the rushing water below.
Closing her eyes against the sight of the people bouncing horribly off of benches, railings, and ventilators, Elisa quickly nodded her head and gripped the railing as tight as she could. Suddenly, she was enveloped in a moment of panic as she felt Goliath unwrap his arm from around her, leaving her to fend for herself. Turning, she fixed her large eyes on his and watched as he climbed over the railing and rested on the other side.
"Come on, I have you!" Goliath yelled over the sound of other screams. Moving quickly, he reached over the railing and pulled Elisa to safety on the other side. Who was he kidding. No where was safe anymore.. no place would be safe ever again.
Just as the deck of the ship became absolutely vertical and perpendicular to the water below, Elisa finally rested against the railing. Lying on her stomach on the cold steel, she realized that she was staring down fifteen stories to the boiling sea at the base of the stern section. Turning, her vacant eyes met with those of Beth Maza, who now dangled from the railing a few feet to her right. Moving quickly, working on her instinct to save, Elisa darted over and reached for the girl's hand.
Shaking her head, Beth looked up into Elisa's dark eyes and pale face, framed by her flowing black hair. Smiling slightly, she met those eyes as her hands slipped from their hold and as she fell to the dark water so far below.
Biting back tears, Elisa stared in shock at the girl as she disappeared from sight. She had lost someone.. for the first time, she had lost someone. And then there was movement at her back as Goliath crouched beside her and wrapped his arm tightly around her. Blinking quickly, Elisa turned away from the rapidly approaching water as the ship began a quick slide down and looked into Goliath's dark eyes.
"This is it," Goliath said quickly, his voice hoarse as he looked into the lost expression on Elisa's face. "When we reach the water we're going to let the explosion of air carry us up and then we'll glide..."
"Where?" Elisa asked, her voice soft and heavy with knowledge. "Goliath, the boats are too far away to reach."
"We're going to make it, Elisa," he said quietly, the loss of hope on her face plunging into his heart like a sharp bladed knife. "Trust me."
Sighing, Elisa glanced back at the up-rushing water and then into Goliath's dark eyes. "I trust you," she said, flashing him a ghost of her traditional smirk.
Nodding his head solemnly, Goliath quickly stood on the railing, balanced as best he could and reached down. Moving fast, he scooped Elisa into his arms and extended his wings. Seconds later, a large draft of air escaping from the ship below exploded into the night, catching his wings and propelling them both high into the night sky.
Terrified, Elisa felt herself dig her nails sharply into his skin as the stars above illuminated the sight below. Everywhere she looked she saw hundreds upon hundreds of screaming passengers, all like tiny dots in the water, flailing about and screaming for mercy, with no sign of the mighty Titanic in sight. And further out sat the lifeboats, the passengers within no doubt watching in a stunned silence. And then, she felt them lose altitude and slowly fall back towards the water. "Goliath?" she asked, panic coloring her voice.
"There's no wind.. no wind current," Goliath said quickly as he felt them fall back towards the water below. Turning, he angled his wings so that they glided down towards the outer part of the large group of passengers. He knew that if they were to land in that mess, then they would be gone for sure, most likely pulled under by the panicked people and gargoyles. Soon, the water rushed up to meet them and then encased them in its freezing depths.
Gasping in shock, Elisa felt her breath leave her body as the water poured in around her. Pulling away from Goliath, she quickly started paddling, hoping to keep the pain away. It was a cold so intense that it was indistinguishable from any death that she could imagine by fire. Turning, she watched in worry as Goliath's movements became less frenzied as her own. "Keep swimming!" she ordered quickly between chattering teeth. "Keep moving.. come on, you can do it!"
Nodding his head, Goliath quickly started paddling beside Elisa. "Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything," he said trying to block out the sounds from all around him.
Nodding her head, Elisa continued forward. Everywhere she looked though, she saw nothing but black water stretching to the horizon... and all she heard was a tremendous wailing, screaming, and moaning -- a chorus of tormented souls. Shaking her head, she turned and her eyes alighted upon something in the distance. "What's that?" she asked as she headed towards the object, Goliath in tow.
A few seconds later, the two reached a large board that was floating in the water, seemingly an old table top. On the verge of stopping from exertion, Goliath gratefully pulled his arms up onto one side of the board as Elisa did the same on the other. Smiling, they quickly reached across the board and clasped their hands tightly together. "Nice work," Goliath said quietly, his exhaustion showing through his smile.
"I try," Elisa answered simply as she squeezed his own hand, the pain lessening in her legs. For some reason, she knew that the absence of pain wasn't a good thing -- yet she was grateful nonetheless.
Collapsible A
Swearing, Demona swung the oar that she held like a bat out of hell. She needed to keep the swarm of passengers away from the boat. "Stay back!" she roared, her eyes blazing red. She had long ago abandoned the little human filth that had first gotten her onto the boat, but now, the stupid humans were trying to swamp them -- they were trying to drag her down into the murky water with them. Well, she wasn't about that have that. "Stay back! Keep off!" she roared as she swung the oar that she wielded, slapping it on the water as a warning.
Exhausted and near his limit, Matt continued swimming closer to the boat. So far, he had escaped everything else, from the death of his friend to the incredible suction of the ship as it went under. Paddling for all of his worth, Matt pulled nearer to the boat when Demona suddenly caught sight of him.
Turning quickly, Demona lashed out with the oar and clubbed him on the head with it, cutting his scalp open. Instantly, his red hair turned dark by the rush of blood as it filled the water around him. Blinking away the rivers of blood, Matt shook his head slowly. "You don't.. understand.." he murmured, confusion and shock evident on his face, the pain not hitting quite yet. "I.. have to... get to America," he whispered, thoughts of his partner filling his head.
"It's that way!" Demona growled in a cold voice as she lifted the oar and pointed it out into the dark night. Smiling at the human, she literally watched as the spirit left him, each panting breath agony for him.
Gasping, Matt stared up at the gargess in shock as she continued to lash out at others with the oar. With her flowing red hair and glowing eyes, she looked like a demon in the night. A demon.. he thought quietly as his vision went dark.