Final Gasp for Help
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This story takes place directly after the Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles episode "The Dying Of The Light".
Disclaimer: This chapter of the fic is not at all intended for minors. So if this describes you, then you shouldn't be reading this. I don't need any angry parents on my hands.
In the heart of central Manhattan, miles above the busy highways and people and buildings, there was a building that touched the sky literally. The building was a tall skyscraper that was magnificently built and shaped by the hands of man, especially the hands of one man named David Xanatos. The building was purely majestic, stretching further then the naked eye could see. People walked by it every day, admiring the height. But it was not the building itself that was the most impressive.
What was the most impressive was the castle perched on it. Quite figuratively a constant reminder of ancient forgotten history, the Castle loomed in the night sky, seemingly lifeless and vacant. Abandoned. Any person who saw the castle from a distance would assume that it was empty. That no one resided in it.
Things couldn't be farther from the truth.
For inside the very shadows of castle Wyvern a group of hideously ugly but utterly kind gargoyles flourished, using the precipices of the castle's stone drop-off balcony to rest for the daytime, coming to life with a roar and stone shower every night after the sun faded out behind the atmosphere. The castle was all these creatures had left, and they watched over it protectively. Living in the castle proved to both useful and aggravating to the Manhattan Clan. The owner of the castle, Xanatos, though he was a friend now, had been an enemy once, and occasionally still made schemes against them for his own benefit. It was very frustrating.
On this particular night though, everyone's lives were about to change for the worst. A terrifying chapter of their lives was about to take place, and no one knew it yet. But Fate had dangerously sinister plans in mind. The Clan would never be the same again. Their peaceful lives of no anxiety would die out tonight.
"Hey Lex! Whatcha doin'?" Broadway inquired cheerfully, his huge gut larger then ever and a fat juicy chicken wing in his aqua fist. "I'm moderating a chat room," Lexington answered, keeping his china plate sized eyes on the screen. "Www.LexTalk.com".
Broadway studied the screen impetuously. "Chat Room? What for?" the large rotund one snorted. "They're useless to me!" Broadway finished his chicken and belched loudly. Lex squinted his eyes shut in disgust.
"Not to me," Lex answered.
Broadway grunted and left the room dissatisfied. He was bored infinitely, and he wanted something entertaining to do. The place seemed dead tonight, and he had just been awake for 5 minutes. Broadway reflected how funny it was that life was like that once in a while. He decided to check in with the others. Maybe they'd keep him busy somehow.
Finding Brooklyn, Bronx, and Hudson in the Living Room watching "The Daily Show With Jon Stewart", Broadway sat down to watch enthusiastically. Tonight's guest was the guy who played Hercules on TV, Kevin Sorbo. When Stewart made a joke about faulty supermarket tabloids to Kevin, Broadway got bored and left the room. He headed in the direction of the library. Maybe Goliath and Elisa were there.
They were there, all right.
Standing in the shadows, submerged from Goliath and Elisa's line of sight by the big bulky bookcase that sheltered him, Broadway blinked as he observed Goliath and Elisa rolling around the floor, the large clan leader tearing at Elisa's bra and kissing her breasts hungrily. Elisa moaned in silent pleasure as Goliath pushed her legs apart and mounted her passionately, shoving his cock into her opening, making his beloved squeal faintly with each thrust. Watching, fascinated, Broadway knew he shouldn't be seeing this, but his feet didn't seem to be obeying his brain's command to walk away. He might as well have been cemented to the floor. He just looked on as Goliath flipped Elisa onto her stomach and fucked her doggie-style.
Broadway gaped in unspoken horror as he watched Goliath lying on top of Elisa, forcing himself into her vulnerability, doing...things to her. And then when Goliath slid it out and Broadway saw it, he felt like vomiting. He definitely didn't need to be watching this. Goliath would be furious if they were discovered by anyone. Turning to leave, Broadway gasped as a pain suddenly shot through his chest and he clutched his chest moaning as he slumped to the floor.
Ecstatic, in-between orgasms, Elisa pushed Goliath away. "Did you hear that?" She asked worriedly. "Sounds like moaning." Goliath's eyes glowed a ghostly white. "If one of the Trio is beating off right now, I'm going to..." Elisa silenced her lover by peering behind the bookcase, her shirt back on, and gasped in horror when she saw it. "GOLIATH!"
Elisa's panicked scream was enough to bring the enormous gargoyle running, and his stern look evaporated into a look of terror, a steely _expression of panic and fear when he saw the Aqua Gargoyle lying on his back, still clutching his chest, eyes closed, and peace on his face.
"...Broadway..."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Groaning, a headache forming in his skull, Broadway opened his eyes, staring at the white fluorescent lights that blinded him, blinking rapidly in quick succession. "Wha...what happened?" He questioned. Looking around the room, Broadway saw that he was in a human hospital bed and that there were two female doctors in the room with him, both backs turned as they held a conversation. It didn't take Broadway long to realize that the two humans were talking about him.
"...But Dr. Stallman. A Gargoyle's heart rhythm is not entirely a known logical treatment center for the medical field..."
"Look, Dr. Benjamin, if I can do incredible surgery on Hudson's eyes, then this should be a walk in the park!"
"Dr. Stallman, a gargoyle's eye is irrelevant in contrast to the concept of the first Gargoyle open heart surgery. The very mention of the idea is mind-boggling..."
Hudson's eye? Open Heart surgery? What was going ON? Broadway's feeble mind tried to grasp what has happening.
Broadway watched cautiously, not wanting to make a sound. However, Dr. Stallman glanced at the bathroom mirror across the room in front of her, and saw Broadway sitting up in bed. She glanced at her assistant, relief and yet anxiety in her eyes.
"Our patient is awake."
Confused, Dr. Benjamin looked at Broadway's reflection, then back at Stallman, and did a double take, rushing to the bed hurriedly. "Sir, you should take it easy! Don't try and sit up, especially in your condition, okay?"
"Uh...okay...what happened?"
"You had a heart attack," Dr. Stallman answered nonplussed. "Goliath found you and brought you here. It was risky to do so, but it was the only way. You certainly couldn't have gotten a cab in any rate." Stallman pushed Broadway gently onto his back and placed a thermometer under his tongue. "Open wide, and say "Aaahhhh."
"Aaahhhh."
"That's good. Excellent job. Very well done." Stallman smiled at her patient. "You know, you're lucky to be alive, given your heart rate and calorie intake, not to mention your high blood pressure. I'd say you need a diet. That'd be the best thing for you."
Broadway considered. Give up all his fatty and greasy and weight increasing snacking? For his own personal well-being? Broadway sighed, knowing he had to give in. "Okay. I'll follow your diet."
"Wonderful. I'd say a daily dosage of natural fruits and vegetables to eat, plus water and milk to drink, with some exercise in between, and you'd be good as new. Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Benjamin?" She looked at her associate. "Yes. Of course, Dr. Stallman."
Broadway looked up feebly. "Is-Is my clan here?"
Dr. Stallman smiled warmly. "Of course they are. You just lie your head back, and I'll send them in." Stallam and Benjamin both left the room, and the clan entered, including Elisa, entered.
"Broadway! How are you feeling?!" Lex asked nervously. Broadway smiled.
"I'll be fine, Lex. Thanks. I'll be going on a diet now though..."
Broadway smiled in appreciation as the group huddled before him began asking questions. "How did it happen?" "Are you gonna lose weight?" "What did the doctor say?" The inquiries never ended, and Broadway fell back onto his bed, exhausted. It had been a long day. But at least he was still alive.
And that was all that mattered.
The End.
PLEASE...send me any and all comments. I am always reachable at
kingcobra49036@yahoo.com.
I will gladly take criticism or flames. I like it when people send me comments about my fics, either good, ass-kissing ones that I deserve or hateful rip-your-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-before-ramming-it-back-down-your-throat flames that people don't give me too often.
Whatever.
Until my next fic comes out, keep reading!
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This story takes place directly after the Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles episode "The Dying Of The Light".
Disclaimer: This chapter of the fic is not at all intended for minors. So if this describes you, then you shouldn't be reading this. I don't need any angry parents on my hands.
In the heart of central Manhattan, miles above the busy highways and people and buildings, there was a building that touched the sky literally. The building was a tall skyscraper that was magnificently built and shaped by the hands of man, especially the hands of one man named David Xanatos. The building was purely majestic, stretching further then the naked eye could see. People walked by it every day, admiring the height. But it was not the building itself that was the most impressive.
What was the most impressive was the castle perched on it. Quite figuratively a constant reminder of ancient forgotten history, the Castle loomed in the night sky, seemingly lifeless and vacant. Abandoned. Any person who saw the castle from a distance would assume that it was empty. That no one resided in it.
Things couldn't be farther from the truth.
For inside the very shadows of castle Wyvern a group of hideously ugly but utterly kind gargoyles flourished, using the precipices of the castle's stone drop-off balcony to rest for the daytime, coming to life with a roar and stone shower every night after the sun faded out behind the atmosphere. The castle was all these creatures had left, and they watched over it protectively. Living in the castle proved to both useful and aggravating to the Manhattan Clan. The owner of the castle, Xanatos, though he was a friend now, had been an enemy once, and occasionally still made schemes against them for his own benefit. It was very frustrating.
On this particular night though, everyone's lives were about to change for the worst. A terrifying chapter of their lives was about to take place, and no one knew it yet. But Fate had dangerously sinister plans in mind. The Clan would never be the same again. Their peaceful lives of no anxiety would die out tonight.
"Hey Lex! Whatcha doin'?" Broadway inquired cheerfully, his huge gut larger then ever and a fat juicy chicken wing in his aqua fist. "I'm moderating a chat room," Lexington answered, keeping his china plate sized eyes on the screen. "Www.LexTalk.com".
Broadway studied the screen impetuously. "Chat Room? What for?" the large rotund one snorted. "They're useless to me!" Broadway finished his chicken and belched loudly. Lex squinted his eyes shut in disgust.
"Not to me," Lex answered.
Broadway grunted and left the room dissatisfied. He was bored infinitely, and he wanted something entertaining to do. The place seemed dead tonight, and he had just been awake for 5 minutes. Broadway reflected how funny it was that life was like that once in a while. He decided to check in with the others. Maybe they'd keep him busy somehow.
Finding Brooklyn, Bronx, and Hudson in the Living Room watching "The Daily Show With Jon Stewart", Broadway sat down to watch enthusiastically. Tonight's guest was the guy who played Hercules on TV, Kevin Sorbo. When Stewart made a joke about faulty supermarket tabloids to Kevin, Broadway got bored and left the room. He headed in the direction of the library. Maybe Goliath and Elisa were there.
They were there, all right.
Standing in the shadows, submerged from Goliath and Elisa's line of sight by the big bulky bookcase that sheltered him, Broadway blinked as he observed Goliath and Elisa rolling around the floor, the large clan leader tearing at Elisa's bra and kissing her breasts hungrily. Elisa moaned in silent pleasure as Goliath pushed her legs apart and mounted her passionately, shoving his cock into her opening, making his beloved squeal faintly with each thrust. Watching, fascinated, Broadway knew he shouldn't be seeing this, but his feet didn't seem to be obeying his brain's command to walk away. He might as well have been cemented to the floor. He just looked on as Goliath flipped Elisa onto her stomach and fucked her doggie-style.
Broadway gaped in unspoken horror as he watched Goliath lying on top of Elisa, forcing himself into her vulnerability, doing...things to her. And then when Goliath slid it out and Broadway saw it, he felt like vomiting. He definitely didn't need to be watching this. Goliath would be furious if they were discovered by anyone. Turning to leave, Broadway gasped as a pain suddenly shot through his chest and he clutched his chest moaning as he slumped to the floor.
Ecstatic, in-between orgasms, Elisa pushed Goliath away. "Did you hear that?" She asked worriedly. "Sounds like moaning." Goliath's eyes glowed a ghostly white. "If one of the Trio is beating off right now, I'm going to..." Elisa silenced her lover by peering behind the bookcase, her shirt back on, and gasped in horror when she saw it. "GOLIATH!"
Elisa's panicked scream was enough to bring the enormous gargoyle running, and his stern look evaporated into a look of terror, a steely _expression of panic and fear when he saw the Aqua Gargoyle lying on his back, still clutching his chest, eyes closed, and peace on his face.
"...Broadway..."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Groaning, a headache forming in his skull, Broadway opened his eyes, staring at the white fluorescent lights that blinded him, blinking rapidly in quick succession. "Wha...what happened?" He questioned. Looking around the room, Broadway saw that he was in a human hospital bed and that there were two female doctors in the room with him, both backs turned as they held a conversation. It didn't take Broadway long to realize that the two humans were talking about him.
"...But Dr. Stallman. A Gargoyle's heart rhythm is not entirely a known logical treatment center for the medical field..."
"Look, Dr. Benjamin, if I can do incredible surgery on Hudson's eyes, then this should be a walk in the park!"
"Dr. Stallman, a gargoyle's eye is irrelevant in contrast to the concept of the first Gargoyle open heart surgery. The very mention of the idea is mind-boggling..."
Hudson's eye? Open Heart surgery? What was going ON? Broadway's feeble mind tried to grasp what has happening.
Broadway watched cautiously, not wanting to make a sound. However, Dr. Stallman glanced at the bathroom mirror across the room in front of her, and saw Broadway sitting up in bed. She glanced at her assistant, relief and yet anxiety in her eyes.
"Our patient is awake."
Confused, Dr. Benjamin looked at Broadway's reflection, then back at Stallman, and did a double take, rushing to the bed hurriedly. "Sir, you should take it easy! Don't try and sit up, especially in your condition, okay?"
"Uh...okay...what happened?"
"You had a heart attack," Dr. Stallman answered nonplussed. "Goliath found you and brought you here. It was risky to do so, but it was the only way. You certainly couldn't have gotten a cab in any rate." Stallman pushed Broadway gently onto his back and placed a thermometer under his tongue. "Open wide, and say "Aaahhhh."
"Aaahhhh."
"That's good. Excellent job. Very well done." Stallman smiled at her patient. "You know, you're lucky to be alive, given your heart rate and calorie intake, not to mention your high blood pressure. I'd say you need a diet. That'd be the best thing for you."
Broadway considered. Give up all his fatty and greasy and weight increasing snacking? For his own personal well-being? Broadway sighed, knowing he had to give in. "Okay. I'll follow your diet."
"Wonderful. I'd say a daily dosage of natural fruits and vegetables to eat, plus water and milk to drink, with some exercise in between, and you'd be good as new. Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Benjamin?" She looked at her associate. "Yes. Of course, Dr. Stallman."
Broadway looked up feebly. "Is-Is my clan here?"
Dr. Stallman smiled warmly. "Of course they are. You just lie your head back, and I'll send them in." Stallam and Benjamin both left the room, and the clan entered, including Elisa, entered.
"Broadway! How are you feeling?!" Lex asked nervously. Broadway smiled.
"I'll be fine, Lex. Thanks. I'll be going on a diet now though..."
Broadway smiled in appreciation as the group huddled before him began asking questions. "How did it happen?" "Are you gonna lose weight?" "What did the doctor say?" The inquiries never ended, and Broadway fell back onto his bed, exhausted. It had been a long day. But at least he was still alive.
And that was all that mattered.
The End.
PLEASE...send me any and all comments. I am always reachable at
kingcobra49036@yahoo.com.
I will gladly take criticism or flames. I like it when people send me comments about my fics, either good, ass-kissing ones that I deserve or hateful rip-your-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-before-ramming-it-back-down-your-throat flames that people don't give me too often.
Whatever.
Until my next fic comes out, keep reading!