Lexington
Manhattan, 1996
The Eyrie Building
The small green gargoyle sat in front of his computer screen, typing incessantly away. He was focused and hard-drawn to finish what he was doing, because the sun was about to come up.
The human watched from the shadows, observing calmly as the spider-like gargoyle clicked the keys like mad. It was a beautiful night, and the sun was about to come up. This person had access to all of Lex's passwords on the computer, so he could easily do some... digging after Lexington became stone for the day.
Lost in thought, the form in the darkness looked up, slightly caught off guard, as the small one completed his typing and logged off quickly, running out towards the parapets on all fours. The room was now empty, and Xanatos snickered. The billionaire had been bored tonight. His business was slow this evening, and there was nothing else to do except gather vital information.
Not that he wanted to use it in another scheme; he was done using the gargoyles.
He was just curious, and wanted to read something interesting. What sort of private thoughts did the gargoyles have? He decided to find out. Getting back into the system, the bearded rich man logged in, and began nosing around on the main menu, looking at all the different programs. Hmmm...
Lex had been writing what seemed to be a report, or perhaps a personal journal. The only writing program on this computer was Microsoft Word. Xanatos clicked on the icon, and, as soon as he was in, clicked on "File - Open", and saw one file in particular that interested him. It was called "Lexington". He opened it, and, as he read it, was taken aback, when he saw everything that had been written already.
"1995
Wow, I really love this century!
All of the technology here is so... so... cool? *Laughs* That reminds me of the night we raided the Cyberbiotics building, in search of those "stolen" disks. If we had known that the entire thing had been staged by Xanatos, we never would've gone along with it. Why risk getting killed for someone's ulterior motive?
The plan seems really repugnant, not that I look back on it. If we hadn't gotten the disks, Xanatos would've killed us, most likely smashed us while we slept. But we DID get the disks, and he DID try to kill us anyway. I just cannot figure out humans at all. They are always afraid of us. I've seen the news reports. I've read the Daily Tattler headlines in the Xanatos living quarters. Why do humans fear us? We have done no major wrong.
Could Demona be right about them after all? I highly doubt she is, and yet... Xanatos hardly seems trustworthy, and the only other humans I've tried to befriend were the Pack. Yeah, like we're the best of friends. After they tried to hunt both me and Goliath down? Screw that. I don't know what to think about humans anymore."
Xanatos flinched as he read these words. He had known that the gargoyles had probably hated him back then, but he didn't know his plans would affect them so strongly. If someone had told him a few years ago that he'd end up being a gargoyle sympathizer, he would told the man to go check into a mental ward.
"1996
A lot of things have happened this year. It all went by so fast. It's like I blinked and missed it. Where have the last twelve months gone? The metamorphosis of Elisa's brother. The discovery that Coldstone still lived, getting turned to humans by Titania's mirror and seeing the actual humans become gargoyles. The disappearance of Goliath, Elisa and Bronx. Back then, we were so worried about their whereabouts. The attack of Hyena on that weird sun amulet. Fang's rebellion in the labyrinth. That whole King Arthur searching for Excalibur thing. The return of Goliath, Elisa, and Bronx, nixed with the arrival of Angela. Me fighting with Brooklyn and Broadway over her affections, which by the way, I was not really interested in her. I was only competing for the sake of it. The clones. The possession incident involving Coldstone, Coldfire, and Coldsteel. The fight to save Alex from Oberon. The hunters. It all went by so fast. How can anyone - human or gargoyle - go through so much in one year? It boggles my mind.
A guy could go on forever with this, but I don't want to bore you, journal. It's just really ironic. Most of these things to some degree involved Xanatos, especially the Coldstone thing. But then he repented, and tried to help Coldstone out of compensation for our fight against Oberon for Alex's sake. I said before that I couldn't figure humans out. I still can't, but now it's because I've seen that humans like Xanatos can change, which makes me think that perhaps Goliath was right. Perhaps there still is hope for this world, this wonderful era of computers and machines and fascinating technology.
I'm glad I was reborn in this timeline, because if the whole "turning to stone for a millennium" stuff had never happened, I would never gotten to try out all these impressive gadgets today, and I'd have been bored out of my mind, trapped in ancient Scotland.
Crap, the sun's about to rise. I have to go, but I'll be back tonight. That's a promise!"
There was nothing more. The journal was empty from here. It was also very interesting. Who knew that a small gargoyle could be capable of such intricate observations? He was very right about these things. Xanatos had been an enemy, but now the billionaire felt sorrow at the old memories that had been kept alive by this collection of the past. It was obvious that Lexington felt slightly angered over the sins of the past. Xanatos made up his mind, as he logged out of the program, to do something for Lexington. There had been no new information, but what he had seen had made David Xanatos, founder of Gen-U-Tech, and, more notably, Xanatos Enterprises, think deeply. He had made mistakes before, but now he would make it up to them, that much was definite.
Perhaps he could start by getting Lexington a new computer.
Next: Talon
You know the drill. You know what to do. Reviews are both welcomed at www.fanfiction.net and/or at my email address kingcobra49036@yahoo.com
Manhattan, 1996
The Eyrie Building
The small green gargoyle sat in front of his computer screen, typing incessantly away. He was focused and hard-drawn to finish what he was doing, because the sun was about to come up.
The human watched from the shadows, observing calmly as the spider-like gargoyle clicked the keys like mad. It was a beautiful night, and the sun was about to come up. This person had access to all of Lex's passwords on the computer, so he could easily do some... digging after Lexington became stone for the day.
Lost in thought, the form in the darkness looked up, slightly caught off guard, as the small one completed his typing and logged off quickly, running out towards the parapets on all fours. The room was now empty, and Xanatos snickered. The billionaire had been bored tonight. His business was slow this evening, and there was nothing else to do except gather vital information.
Not that he wanted to use it in another scheme; he was done using the gargoyles.
He was just curious, and wanted to read something interesting. What sort of private thoughts did the gargoyles have? He decided to find out. Getting back into the system, the bearded rich man logged in, and began nosing around on the main menu, looking at all the different programs. Hmmm...
Lex had been writing what seemed to be a report, or perhaps a personal journal. The only writing program on this computer was Microsoft Word. Xanatos clicked on the icon, and, as soon as he was in, clicked on "File - Open", and saw one file in particular that interested him. It was called "Lexington". He opened it, and, as he read it, was taken aback, when he saw everything that had been written already.
"1995
Wow, I really love this century!
All of the technology here is so... so... cool? *Laughs* That reminds me of the night we raided the Cyberbiotics building, in search of those "stolen" disks. If we had known that the entire thing had been staged by Xanatos, we never would've gone along with it. Why risk getting killed for someone's ulterior motive?
The plan seems really repugnant, not that I look back on it. If we hadn't gotten the disks, Xanatos would've killed us, most likely smashed us while we slept. But we DID get the disks, and he DID try to kill us anyway. I just cannot figure out humans at all. They are always afraid of us. I've seen the news reports. I've read the Daily Tattler headlines in the Xanatos living quarters. Why do humans fear us? We have done no major wrong.
Could Demona be right about them after all? I highly doubt she is, and yet... Xanatos hardly seems trustworthy, and the only other humans I've tried to befriend were the Pack. Yeah, like we're the best of friends. After they tried to hunt both me and Goliath down? Screw that. I don't know what to think about humans anymore."
Xanatos flinched as he read these words. He had known that the gargoyles had probably hated him back then, but he didn't know his plans would affect them so strongly. If someone had told him a few years ago that he'd end up being a gargoyle sympathizer, he would told the man to go check into a mental ward.
"1996
A lot of things have happened this year. It all went by so fast. It's like I blinked and missed it. Where have the last twelve months gone? The metamorphosis of Elisa's brother. The discovery that Coldstone still lived, getting turned to humans by Titania's mirror and seeing the actual humans become gargoyles. The disappearance of Goliath, Elisa and Bronx. Back then, we were so worried about their whereabouts. The attack of Hyena on that weird sun amulet. Fang's rebellion in the labyrinth. That whole King Arthur searching for Excalibur thing. The return of Goliath, Elisa, and Bronx, nixed with the arrival of Angela. Me fighting with Brooklyn and Broadway over her affections, which by the way, I was not really interested in her. I was only competing for the sake of it. The clones. The possession incident involving Coldstone, Coldfire, and Coldsteel. The fight to save Alex from Oberon. The hunters. It all went by so fast. How can anyone - human or gargoyle - go through so much in one year? It boggles my mind.
A guy could go on forever with this, but I don't want to bore you, journal. It's just really ironic. Most of these things to some degree involved Xanatos, especially the Coldstone thing. But then he repented, and tried to help Coldstone out of compensation for our fight against Oberon for Alex's sake. I said before that I couldn't figure humans out. I still can't, but now it's because I've seen that humans like Xanatos can change, which makes me think that perhaps Goliath was right. Perhaps there still is hope for this world, this wonderful era of computers and machines and fascinating technology.
I'm glad I was reborn in this timeline, because if the whole "turning to stone for a millennium" stuff had never happened, I would never gotten to try out all these impressive gadgets today, and I'd have been bored out of my mind, trapped in ancient Scotland.
Crap, the sun's about to rise. I have to go, but I'll be back tonight. That's a promise!"
There was nothing more. The journal was empty from here. It was also very interesting. Who knew that a small gargoyle could be capable of such intricate observations? He was very right about these things. Xanatos had been an enemy, but now the billionaire felt sorrow at the old memories that had been kept alive by this collection of the past. It was obvious that Lexington felt slightly angered over the sins of the past. Xanatos made up his mind, as he logged out of the program, to do something for Lexington. There had been no new information, but what he had seen had made David Xanatos, founder of Gen-U-Tech, and, more notably, Xanatos Enterprises, think deeply. He had made mistakes before, but now he would make it up to them, that much was definite.
Perhaps he could start by getting Lexington a new computer.
Next: Talon
You know the drill. You know what to do. Reviews are both welcomed at www.fanfiction.net and/or at my email address kingcobra49036@yahoo.com