Elisa Maza
By Jake Denton (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
In the heart of Manhattan, there are residents with their own little secrets. Some are dirty. Some are dangerous. Some are even fatal. Life threatening little tidbits that would take the life of those that discovered it.
But not in the home of Elisa Maza.
She had secrets, of course, like any other person would. The police woman had private parts of her life that she hoped no one but her intended would ever find out. A secret that she would make sure to tell her secret affection, when the time came. Then all would be well. Her love would be overjoyed infinitely.
But she would tell no one else about it until after it was finalized.
Not even her own family. Not Derrick. Not Mom. Not Dad. Not even Beth, who, if she did know, would probably slip up and spill the beans to their parents. Then Elisa would have hell to pay.
Elisa didn't want that to happen. So she kept her innermost thoughts to herself.
And her diary.
Humming happily, brushing her flowing jet-black out of her face (an action that reminded her intensely of her secret crush), Elisa pulled off her shoes and socks and hung her jacket in her closet before wandering aimlessly into her bedroom. Flopping down onto the mattress, the brazen woman opened the top drawer of the nightstand next to her, removing a pink-covered little book.
Looking out the window at the brightly lit night sky, Elisa smiled and began to write, moving into the living room and plopping down onto her chair as she did so.
"Dear Diary,
Well, I've had another fun night tonight, doing the usual stuff. Paperwork at my desk at the police station, have dinner with Beth and Mom and Dad (He never seems to resist doing that quacking thing though!). Stopping a robbery attempt at the local museum.
Turning into a Gargoyle and being attacked by a crazed red headed female gargoyle with a mirror from another world, plus watching every human in town become Gargoyles too. Goliath's clan turned into humans for a few minutes. No joke.
I know. I sound like a raving lunatic, don't I? Well, it's all true. I swear it on my police badge. Although if I hadn't seen it myself, I'd never have believed it myself. It sounds like something out of a strange movie.
My whole life is starting to feel like a movie, now. Besides fighting Demona, I also have had to deal with a half-cyborg gargoyle named Coldstone with three different personalities inside of him. I've also encountered magical faeries, old women that can turn into mythical creatures, a space alien, a time traveling gargoyle named Griff, gargoyle clans that stay awake during the day, etc, etc, etc.
My life is so complex all of a sudden that sometimes it scares me.
There are some good things about it, though. Not all of it is bad or unusual. Well, maybe it would be unusual to anyone else. But not to me. I'm too used to the gargoyles. Especially one gargoyle in particular.
Goliath.
When a woman thinks about the perfect guy, someone like Goliath instantly comes to mind. Besides being as muscular as ten men, Goliath is also intelligent, kind, and gentle. Basically all the things I've ever looked for in men. Alas, like always, there's a problem, though it's relatively small.
Goliath, as I've mentioned, is not human. Not even close.
He's a gargoyle.
Which is why it would be hard for me to get involved with him romantically. Goliath and I are from different species. Not to mention different worlds. Goliath grew up accustomed to the ancient Scottish way of life in the 10th century, with swords and arrows being the primary weapons back then. Where there were no TVs or radios for amusement.
I have, however, spent my life in the 20th century, in modern times. Technology is my tool at most times. My car radio, and walkie-talkie. The communicator system I use to keep in touch with the clan. My gun, which Goliath viewed confusion towards when we first met. I grew up surrounded in a different time then Goliath. A different world. "Let the old make way for the new" is my motto. I just wish Goliath had lived the same way.
Out of everyone in the clan, Lexington is the gargoyle most impressed by the elements of this generation. He spends about 15 hours a day using Xanatos' computer or testing some police technology that is created. Lexington has also, from what I've heard, flown a helicopter a few times. He has a soft spot for machines and technological things. He cares about machines the same way that Broadway does about food.
Broadway. That reminds me. He's the one who accidentally shot me once, dear diary. I never mentioned that did I? Well, I'm saying it now. After questioning Dracon that night, I foolishly left my gun in plain sight for Broadway to find. I don't know why. Maybe I was tired. I guess I was thinking about those stolen guns to think about Broadway and my gun logically. Apparently, Broadway found out the hard way. Guns in real life are not like guns in the movies. Guns really do hurt people. He atoned for his actions by flying me to the hospital, though. Without his help, I surely would've died.
Broadway has a heart of gold. I'm not too sure about Brooklyn though.
I mean, OF COURSE Brooklyn is nice and kind and loyal. He's all of these things most likely to his gargoyle instincts then anything else, but he's a rebel. Sometimes he's too much of one. That time when Demona had hexed Goliath? That started when Brooklyn went on a motorcycle ride. If he hadn't gone, maybe it would have been averted, but who knows? You can't change the past. No one can.
And let's not forget when he and the others were competing over Angela. Brooklyn really pushed himself to the limit. Showing off arrogantly. Flexing his muscles for her. Calling her "my girl". Of course, Angela got agitated and ended up picking Broadway. Between you and me, Dear Diary, I think that hurt Brooklyn inside. It was not the first time in his young life that Brooklyn had been rejected (You'd think he'd be used to it after that Maggie disaster!). Angela is a good friend, but to be honest, she's sorely lacking in intelligence. What the heck was she thinking, going out with Broadway? I mean, nothing personal to either of them, but still...
Hudson. The oldest and wisest of all the clan members. From what he's told me, he has used his age to gain the upper hand in a fight with Demona once, after she'd injured Goliath. When the battle had ended, Demona was still alive, but so were Hudson and Goliath. Luckily for me. Those two are dear to me. I can't think about what would happen to me or Brooklyn, Lexington, Angela, Broadway or Bronx if Hudson and his prized follower were suddenly taken away from us forever.
Last, but not least, there's Bronx. Being a gargoyle dog, he can't talk obviously, save for the grunts and whines that a normal dog would do. And, just like a normal dog, Bronx is loyal and overly protective. Loving to his masters, and true to the end, even if he can't fly like the others. If I never get a normally common kind of dog, I would gladly take Bronx any day. That's a promise.
Anyway, I've been droning on and on about the gargoyles for too long tonight. I need to tell you about what happened earlier. And yes, it does involve the gargoyles.
Matt and I were in a stakeout at Dracon's old hideout earlier. This morning, Brode's getaway was ransacked and annihilated. We got evidence strong enough to suggest that Dracon was involved, but not near enough to charge and arrest him. We were watching the place, looking for any sign of suspicious activity when the normal (for me, anyway) thing happened.
Several winged gargoyle flew in, and by the time they flew back out, Dracon and his men were all unconscious, with evidence linking them to the crime spread out at their feet. Case closed. And now, another night relaxing at home, writing in you, Diary, trying to ignore the hungry cat in the kitchen. Diary, I'll be back later. I promise."
Sighing in pent-up aggravation, Elisa got Cagney some tuna and Milk before turning on the TV to catch a late night detective movie, the kind that she knew Broadway would love to see, before going to bed.
After she was already asleep, the large gargoyle that had just landed on her balcony entered, and peered around. "Elisa?" There was no answer, except for loud snoring coming from the bedroom.
Not wanting to wake Elisa, the gargoyle turned to leave when a small pink book caught his eye. Not wanting to invade Elisa's privacy, yet curious, the shadowed winged gargoyle opened it and read, chuckling in his chest.
When he was finished, Goliath carefully set the diary back on the table in the living room, and smiled as he started to leave through the skylight.
"Sweet dreams, my love."
The End.
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Next Chapter: Thailog
By Jake Denton (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
In the heart of Manhattan, there are residents with their own little secrets. Some are dirty. Some are dangerous. Some are even fatal. Life threatening little tidbits that would take the life of those that discovered it.
But not in the home of Elisa Maza.
She had secrets, of course, like any other person would. The police woman had private parts of her life that she hoped no one but her intended would ever find out. A secret that she would make sure to tell her secret affection, when the time came. Then all would be well. Her love would be overjoyed infinitely.
But she would tell no one else about it until after it was finalized.
Not even her own family. Not Derrick. Not Mom. Not Dad. Not even Beth, who, if she did know, would probably slip up and spill the beans to their parents. Then Elisa would have hell to pay.
Elisa didn't want that to happen. So she kept her innermost thoughts to herself.
And her diary.
Humming happily, brushing her flowing jet-black out of her face (an action that reminded her intensely of her secret crush), Elisa pulled off her shoes and socks and hung her jacket in her closet before wandering aimlessly into her bedroom. Flopping down onto the mattress, the brazen woman opened the top drawer of the nightstand next to her, removing a pink-covered little book.
Looking out the window at the brightly lit night sky, Elisa smiled and began to write, moving into the living room and plopping down onto her chair as she did so.
"Dear Diary,
Well, I've had another fun night tonight, doing the usual stuff. Paperwork at my desk at the police station, have dinner with Beth and Mom and Dad (He never seems to resist doing that quacking thing though!). Stopping a robbery attempt at the local museum.
Turning into a Gargoyle and being attacked by a crazed red headed female gargoyle with a mirror from another world, plus watching every human in town become Gargoyles too. Goliath's clan turned into humans for a few minutes. No joke.
I know. I sound like a raving lunatic, don't I? Well, it's all true. I swear it on my police badge. Although if I hadn't seen it myself, I'd never have believed it myself. It sounds like something out of a strange movie.
My whole life is starting to feel like a movie, now. Besides fighting Demona, I also have had to deal with a half-cyborg gargoyle named Coldstone with three different personalities inside of him. I've also encountered magical faeries, old women that can turn into mythical creatures, a space alien, a time traveling gargoyle named Griff, gargoyle clans that stay awake during the day, etc, etc, etc.
My life is so complex all of a sudden that sometimes it scares me.
There are some good things about it, though. Not all of it is bad or unusual. Well, maybe it would be unusual to anyone else. But not to me. I'm too used to the gargoyles. Especially one gargoyle in particular.
Goliath.
When a woman thinks about the perfect guy, someone like Goliath instantly comes to mind. Besides being as muscular as ten men, Goliath is also intelligent, kind, and gentle. Basically all the things I've ever looked for in men. Alas, like always, there's a problem, though it's relatively small.
Goliath, as I've mentioned, is not human. Not even close.
He's a gargoyle.
Which is why it would be hard for me to get involved with him romantically. Goliath and I are from different species. Not to mention different worlds. Goliath grew up accustomed to the ancient Scottish way of life in the 10th century, with swords and arrows being the primary weapons back then. Where there were no TVs or radios for amusement.
I have, however, spent my life in the 20th century, in modern times. Technology is my tool at most times. My car radio, and walkie-talkie. The communicator system I use to keep in touch with the clan. My gun, which Goliath viewed confusion towards when we first met. I grew up surrounded in a different time then Goliath. A different world. "Let the old make way for the new" is my motto. I just wish Goliath had lived the same way.
Out of everyone in the clan, Lexington is the gargoyle most impressed by the elements of this generation. He spends about 15 hours a day using Xanatos' computer or testing some police technology that is created. Lexington has also, from what I've heard, flown a helicopter a few times. He has a soft spot for machines and technological things. He cares about machines the same way that Broadway does about food.
Broadway. That reminds me. He's the one who accidentally shot me once, dear diary. I never mentioned that did I? Well, I'm saying it now. After questioning Dracon that night, I foolishly left my gun in plain sight for Broadway to find. I don't know why. Maybe I was tired. I guess I was thinking about those stolen guns to think about Broadway and my gun logically. Apparently, Broadway found out the hard way. Guns in real life are not like guns in the movies. Guns really do hurt people. He atoned for his actions by flying me to the hospital, though. Without his help, I surely would've died.
Broadway has a heart of gold. I'm not too sure about Brooklyn though.
I mean, OF COURSE Brooklyn is nice and kind and loyal. He's all of these things most likely to his gargoyle instincts then anything else, but he's a rebel. Sometimes he's too much of one. That time when Demona had hexed Goliath? That started when Brooklyn went on a motorcycle ride. If he hadn't gone, maybe it would have been averted, but who knows? You can't change the past. No one can.
And let's not forget when he and the others were competing over Angela. Brooklyn really pushed himself to the limit. Showing off arrogantly. Flexing his muscles for her. Calling her "my girl". Of course, Angela got agitated and ended up picking Broadway. Between you and me, Dear Diary, I think that hurt Brooklyn inside. It was not the first time in his young life that Brooklyn had been rejected (You'd think he'd be used to it after that Maggie disaster!). Angela is a good friend, but to be honest, she's sorely lacking in intelligence. What the heck was she thinking, going out with Broadway? I mean, nothing personal to either of them, but still...
Hudson. The oldest and wisest of all the clan members. From what he's told me, he has used his age to gain the upper hand in a fight with Demona once, after she'd injured Goliath. When the battle had ended, Demona was still alive, but so were Hudson and Goliath. Luckily for me. Those two are dear to me. I can't think about what would happen to me or Brooklyn, Lexington, Angela, Broadway or Bronx if Hudson and his prized follower were suddenly taken away from us forever.
Last, but not least, there's Bronx. Being a gargoyle dog, he can't talk obviously, save for the grunts and whines that a normal dog would do. And, just like a normal dog, Bronx is loyal and overly protective. Loving to his masters, and true to the end, even if he can't fly like the others. If I never get a normally common kind of dog, I would gladly take Bronx any day. That's a promise.
Anyway, I've been droning on and on about the gargoyles for too long tonight. I need to tell you about what happened earlier. And yes, it does involve the gargoyles.
Matt and I were in a stakeout at Dracon's old hideout earlier. This morning, Brode's getaway was ransacked and annihilated. We got evidence strong enough to suggest that Dracon was involved, but not near enough to charge and arrest him. We were watching the place, looking for any sign of suspicious activity when the normal (for me, anyway) thing happened.
Several winged gargoyle flew in, and by the time they flew back out, Dracon and his men were all unconscious, with evidence linking them to the crime spread out at their feet. Case closed. And now, another night relaxing at home, writing in you, Diary, trying to ignore the hungry cat in the kitchen. Diary, I'll be back later. I promise."
Sighing in pent-up aggravation, Elisa got Cagney some tuna and Milk before turning on the TV to catch a late night detective movie, the kind that she knew Broadway would love to see, before going to bed.
After she was already asleep, the large gargoyle that had just landed on her balcony entered, and peered around. "Elisa?" There was no answer, except for loud snoring coming from the bedroom.
Not wanting to wake Elisa, the gargoyle turned to leave when a small pink book caught his eye. Not wanting to invade Elisa's privacy, yet curious, the shadowed winged gargoyle opened it and read, chuckling in his chest.
When he was finished, Goliath carefully set the diary back on the table in the living room, and smiled as he started to leave through the skylight.
"Sweet dreams, my love."
The End.
Any opinions? You should know by now what to do. kingcobra49036@yahoo.com.
Next Chapter: Thailog