The Third Great War: The Hidden Dagger
By: Pho galaxy889@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Gargoyles etc. They aren't mine.
1006 A.D.
Tothan's Prophecy: "The City of Liberty shall hear the whispers of war. A hidden dagger lies within it's bounds, yet none shall fear more than thee usually do. Thus the dagger must be found before it is used."
2006 A.D.
He waited, the last rays of the sun going down, outlining his broad but skinny figure. A small bit of the last light bounced off of his bald head. His blue eyes searched the stone figures in front of him urgently, as if holding a secret that needed to be told.
He hoped that Xanatos and his company could help as well. They were already searching for it, but New York City was so big. No one could search all of Manhattan in the time that was alotted.
The last sliver of light fromt he sun glinted off his medals and the moon began to rise. Suddenly the castle battlements were filled with the sound of shattering stone and an inhuman set of roars. He looked on in amazement, always wanting to see that since hearing about Gargoyles actually existing. It was different than watching it by spy sattelite to view it in person.
"Who are you," bited out Brooklyn as he was the first to notice the man.
"I need your help."
"Lad," said Hudson, his voice carrying a warning tone," please answer the question we asked first."
"Very well," said the uniformed man annoyed and stressed," I am General Gerard Thompson of the United States Army."
"Well met," said Goliath calmly," now why do you seek our help?"
"There is something in Manhattan the military seeks but we can't search for it ourselves without causing panic..."
"A bomb," asked Lexington, already figuring out what was going on.
"Nuclear," said Thompson sorrowfully," and we need you all to find it before it goes off at dawn, please you must find it. All of the people in this city and the surrounding states will most likely be dead or dying if it goes off."
"We will split up," said Goliath taking charge of the situation as he was supposed to do," everyone will take one of the ear radios. Angela and Broadway will be the first pair, Brooklyn and Lexington will be the second pair, Bronx and Hudson the third pair, and I will search alone."
They all nodded in agreement though some looked like they disagreed with Goliath being on his own. One pair after another they glided away or in the case of Bronx and Hudson, climbed down the side of the building.
Thompson looked out across the city, somewhere in there was the bomb. And maybe at most a dozen people within this place knew about it. By dawn, they could all be dead. He looked at his watch, Nine exactly. Dawn was supposed to be at six tommorow...
Time: Eight hours and forty-five minutes until detonation.
Brooklyn and Lexington caught a nice breeze as they went by the Statue of Liberty. They were able to ride the breeze clear onto the crown and torch.
"I'll search the outside, you search the inside," said Brooklyn.
They both searched and found nothing, not even a homeless person.
"This Brooklyn, Lex and I didn't find anything at the Statue of Liberty, going on to Ellis Island," said Brookyln angrily into his earpiece.
Time: Eight Hours and Fifteen Minutes until detonation.
"Do ye smell it boy," asked Hudson.
Bronx must have, he reasoned, because he was going straight for a specific location. Finally after a few minutes they came to a stop and bronx howled up at a poodle in the window.
"Lad, now is dinnae the time to be chasing after love. Especially outside ye're own species," Hudson said leading Bronx away," when a man and woman of the same species love each other it tis a magickal thing. They decide..."
Time: Six hours and thirty four minutes until detonation.
"Hey is that a bomb," asked Broadway, excited to have spotted something.
"I don't know, let's go check," said Angela.
They both glided down and then loomed over the package. It was ticking.
Broadway carefully opened it and inside was sticks of explosives attached to a timer. Angela started to reach for the red wire when Broadway grabbed her arm with force.
"What's wrong Broadway, it's always the red wire," said Angela, confused.
"No it isn't. Whoever planted this must know that you never make it the red wire to turn it off, anyone who watches too many mystery shows knows not to do that," said Broadway.
"But what if they don't watch as many mystery shows as you," asked Angela.
He had know answer fort hat but to quickly use his claw to cut the blue wire. The timer continued down to zero but it didn't explode. They picked it up and dumped it in the Hudson River.
Time: Two hours and three minutes until detonation.
The Setara loomed above the struggling man like an angel of death. He drug the man into a hidden room behind a dumpster and tied him to a table.
"You are going to tell me what I need to know my little terrorist," said the Setara," Now to make this easier on yourself, where is the nuclear device."
"What nuclear device," asked the man, sweat pouring off of him.
"The one you planted somewhere in this city," said the Setara evenly.
"I know of no such device, you must have me confused for som..."
The Setara reached down and pulled two fingers back until he heard a crunch confirming they were broken.
"You still have six fingers and two thumbs before I get really mad, so start talking."
"I," the man grimaced in pain," know nothing."
"A pity you feel the need to lie to me," said the Setara disapprovingly and suffice to say, the man's thumbs suddenly were no longer opposable.
"I," the man couldn't get anymore out before he screamed.
"Tell me," said the Setara full of anger.
"I know nothing," said the man through chattering teeth.
The Setara reached down and broke the remaining six fingers. He had to work fast, the man was going into shock and wouldn't last long.
"Now you've made me angry," said the Setara, looking more sad than angry," and to protect my adopted home, I will do just about anything, even throw ethics and morality out the window."
"I," the teeth chattering grew.
(Ask me for the NC-17 version if you want what happens next. I can't post it in this R rated version. Graphic vivisection, which is the disection of someone while they are still alive. So for this version let's skip to the end of the vivisection.)
The Setara stood over the body, his hands stained with red blood. He walked out of the hidden room, ignoring the squishing sound of the body being crushed as the room destroyed itself.
Time: Ten Minutes Until Detonation
Goliath adjusted his earpiece," Everyone return to the Eeryie. We will make our final peace before we die."
They all did but there was no time. As soon as they had all landed, the sun came up. General Thompson looked on in horror as they turned to stone and prepared himself for death. The all consuming nuclear fire that he knew would embrace him and lead him into death.
Five minutes later, it didn't happen. The intelligence was wrong. There was no nuclear weapon in Manhattan. Though one pair of Gargoyles had reported a conventional bomb they had disabled. Maybe Intel was part right, there was a bomb, it just wasn't nuclear. No matter, he could be thankful either way.
He quickly wrote out a note and gave it to Owen to give to the Gargoyles when they awoke, thanking them and telling them that the bomb was a rumor. Then he walked over to the elevator and while in it pulled out a card. His membership card for the Quarrymen.
These Gargoyles had proven themselves to him. They were beings of honor, not the monsters he had believed. With a quick set of tears his membership card was no more.
By: Pho galaxy889@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Gargoyles etc. They aren't mine.
1006 A.D.
Tothan's Prophecy: "The City of Liberty shall hear the whispers of war. A hidden dagger lies within it's bounds, yet none shall fear more than thee usually do. Thus the dagger must be found before it is used."
2006 A.D.
He waited, the last rays of the sun going down, outlining his broad but skinny figure. A small bit of the last light bounced off of his bald head. His blue eyes searched the stone figures in front of him urgently, as if holding a secret that needed to be told.
He hoped that Xanatos and his company could help as well. They were already searching for it, but New York City was so big. No one could search all of Manhattan in the time that was alotted.
The last sliver of light fromt he sun glinted off his medals and the moon began to rise. Suddenly the castle battlements were filled with the sound of shattering stone and an inhuman set of roars. He looked on in amazement, always wanting to see that since hearing about Gargoyles actually existing. It was different than watching it by spy sattelite to view it in person.
"Who are you," bited out Brooklyn as he was the first to notice the man.
"I need your help."
"Lad," said Hudson, his voice carrying a warning tone," please answer the question we asked first."
"Very well," said the uniformed man annoyed and stressed," I am General Gerard Thompson of the United States Army."
"Well met," said Goliath calmly," now why do you seek our help?"
"There is something in Manhattan the military seeks but we can't search for it ourselves without causing panic..."
"A bomb," asked Lexington, already figuring out what was going on.
"Nuclear," said Thompson sorrowfully," and we need you all to find it before it goes off at dawn, please you must find it. All of the people in this city and the surrounding states will most likely be dead or dying if it goes off."
"We will split up," said Goliath taking charge of the situation as he was supposed to do," everyone will take one of the ear radios. Angela and Broadway will be the first pair, Brooklyn and Lexington will be the second pair, Bronx and Hudson the third pair, and I will search alone."
They all nodded in agreement though some looked like they disagreed with Goliath being on his own. One pair after another they glided away or in the case of Bronx and Hudson, climbed down the side of the building.
Thompson looked out across the city, somewhere in there was the bomb. And maybe at most a dozen people within this place knew about it. By dawn, they could all be dead. He looked at his watch, Nine exactly. Dawn was supposed to be at six tommorow...
Time: Eight hours and forty-five minutes until detonation.
Brooklyn and Lexington caught a nice breeze as they went by the Statue of Liberty. They were able to ride the breeze clear onto the crown and torch.
"I'll search the outside, you search the inside," said Brooklyn.
They both searched and found nothing, not even a homeless person.
"This Brooklyn, Lex and I didn't find anything at the Statue of Liberty, going on to Ellis Island," said Brookyln angrily into his earpiece.
Time: Eight Hours and Fifteen Minutes until detonation.
"Do ye smell it boy," asked Hudson.
Bronx must have, he reasoned, because he was going straight for a specific location. Finally after a few minutes they came to a stop and bronx howled up at a poodle in the window.
"Lad, now is dinnae the time to be chasing after love. Especially outside ye're own species," Hudson said leading Bronx away," when a man and woman of the same species love each other it tis a magickal thing. They decide..."
Time: Six hours and thirty four minutes until detonation.
"Hey is that a bomb," asked Broadway, excited to have spotted something.
"I don't know, let's go check," said Angela.
They both glided down and then loomed over the package. It was ticking.
Broadway carefully opened it and inside was sticks of explosives attached to a timer. Angela started to reach for the red wire when Broadway grabbed her arm with force.
"What's wrong Broadway, it's always the red wire," said Angela, confused.
"No it isn't. Whoever planted this must know that you never make it the red wire to turn it off, anyone who watches too many mystery shows knows not to do that," said Broadway.
"But what if they don't watch as many mystery shows as you," asked Angela.
He had know answer fort hat but to quickly use his claw to cut the blue wire. The timer continued down to zero but it didn't explode. They picked it up and dumped it in the Hudson River.
Time: Two hours and three minutes until detonation.
The Setara loomed above the struggling man like an angel of death. He drug the man into a hidden room behind a dumpster and tied him to a table.
"You are going to tell me what I need to know my little terrorist," said the Setara," Now to make this easier on yourself, where is the nuclear device."
"What nuclear device," asked the man, sweat pouring off of him.
"The one you planted somewhere in this city," said the Setara evenly.
"I know of no such device, you must have me confused for som..."
The Setara reached down and pulled two fingers back until he heard a crunch confirming they were broken.
"You still have six fingers and two thumbs before I get really mad, so start talking."
"I," the man grimaced in pain," know nothing."
"A pity you feel the need to lie to me," said the Setara disapprovingly and suffice to say, the man's thumbs suddenly were no longer opposable.
"I," the man couldn't get anymore out before he screamed.
"Tell me," said the Setara full of anger.
"I know nothing," said the man through chattering teeth.
The Setara reached down and broke the remaining six fingers. He had to work fast, the man was going into shock and wouldn't last long.
"Now you've made me angry," said the Setara, looking more sad than angry," and to protect my adopted home, I will do just about anything, even throw ethics and morality out the window."
"I," the teeth chattering grew.
(Ask me for the NC-17 version if you want what happens next. I can't post it in this R rated version. Graphic vivisection, which is the disection of someone while they are still alive. So for this version let's skip to the end of the vivisection.)
The Setara stood over the body, his hands stained with red blood. He walked out of the hidden room, ignoring the squishing sound of the body being crushed as the room destroyed itself.
Time: Ten Minutes Until Detonation
Goliath adjusted his earpiece," Everyone return to the Eeryie. We will make our final peace before we die."
They all did but there was no time. As soon as they had all landed, the sun came up. General Thompson looked on in horror as they turned to stone and prepared himself for death. The all consuming nuclear fire that he knew would embrace him and lead him into death.
Five minutes later, it didn't happen. The intelligence was wrong. There was no nuclear weapon in Manhattan. Though one pair of Gargoyles had reported a conventional bomb they had disabled. Maybe Intel was part right, there was a bomb, it just wasn't nuclear. No matter, he could be thankful either way.
He quickly wrote out a note and gave it to Owen to give to the Gargoyles when they awoke, thanking them and telling them that the bomb was a rumor. Then he walked over to the elevator and while in it pulled out a card. His membership card for the Quarrymen.
These Gargoyles had proven themselves to him. They were beings of honor, not the monsters he had believed. With a quick set of tears his membership card was no more.