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I DON'T OWN THE SHOW! BLAHHHHHHH!
The current state of the meeting room for New York city Quarrymen was beyond disaster. Tables were over turned, chairs and other furniture were scattered in pieces all throughout the room. The bodies of many a quarryman were sprawled over the floor and rubble.
Daniel stumbled into the room, rubbing his head and swaying on his feet. He took one look at the state of the room and sank into a nearby, intact couch.
His head ached. He had a horrible taste in his mouth.
Funny how drinking as much as he did sounded like such a good idea last night. All the men had decided to throw a party in the face of their latest conquering.
Daniel smiled, rubbing his hands together as he thought of how he had managed to get Elisa. He remembered how she had struggled as he had….
Well, all that he had done to her had been pleasant to him. And he doubted that she would ever look at a gargoyle again.
A series of banging noises sounded from down the hall to his left. It was probably another fight. The boys had gotten into plenty of manly tests of power last night, hence the state of their meeting room. Some probably still had a lot of testosterone flowing through their systems.
But when the banging continued and someone screamed out Daniel got a little worried. He stood up woozily from his seat and started heading down that way.
He was surprised by the doors suddenly flinging open, and a large figure stepping through the doorway. Though head quarters was still dimly lit at that time in the morning, the glowing eyes, large frame, and powerful wings gave the creature away.
"G-gargoyle!"
Daniel yelled at the top of his lungs, searching the room with his eyes for any sort of weapon. All of the sleeping men ignored his call, some opting to roll over in their sleep.
The large gargoyle leapt forward and easily lifted Daniel off his feet. The monsters' claws dug into the tender flesh of his neck, almost piercing it to the point of blood shed. Daniel stared at the beast with his mouth hanging open.
Goliath, for surely it was him, squeezed tighter on the man's neck.
"Where is the one called Daniel Steal (Ha ha, Daniel Steel is an author…)?"
"I-I-I- ."
"Answer or I will kill you right now."
"Goliath!"
Brooklyn ran up behind Goliath and grabbed his arm. Within seconds Hudson and Lexington had also come up behind him and restrained their leader. Daniel was thrown to the ground, rubbing at his neck and coughing. He tried desperately to call out for help but his throat was so raw from the treatment it had just received.
The other gargoyles were now holding on to Goliath with all of their might.
"You can't just kill all of these people, Goliath."
Goliath turned on Brooklyn, "They were willing to kill Elisa. Why shouldn't I?"
Lexington piped up, "We're-You're not like them. If we kill them we become what they want us to be: monsters. We're not monsters. Elisa wouldn't want you to."
The big gargoyle was shaking with fury, but his glowing eyes finally dimmed. The others didn't let go until his muscles relaxed and his breath evened out.
"Call Mathew. Tell him to get as many police down here as soon as possible." He looked around the place then to Daniel,
"You all stay here and make sure no one leaves. I'm going to see Elisa."
Daniel was left in a state of confusion as the big monster left. They were going to spare his life? Something wasn't right…no monsters didn't have mercy. They all must be waiting for the others to come. Yes that was right. The beasts were only trying to toy with the human. That was their game. Daniel snarled. No stupid gargoyle was going to make a fool out of him.
While the gargoyles that were left spread out over the base to watch Daniel sprang to his left and opened the secret door. Within two seconds he had gone from the floor to a dark tunnel. He pressed his ear to the door, listening to see if any of them had seen him move. It remained quiet.
He turned around, prepared to dash down the tunnel when a large form stopped him. It wasn't nearly the size of Goliath, but a very muscular man blocked his path.
There were no lights in the tunnel, so the figure was even more menacing.
"Hello Daniel. Trying to escape?"
"Who..Who?"
"My name is John. That's all you get to know you filthy piece of trash. Good night."
John threw back his arm and let his fist fly strait into the face of the smaller man. The strength of it sent Daniel flying back into the door he had just entered and then fell into an unconscious heap.
John grabbed the wrist of the man he had just knocked out and dragged him through the door. The gargoyle Hudson was nearest and stared at the man. Though John was still frightened of the gargoyles he could now stand in their presence without fainting. It would take some getting used to before he could talk without stammering however.
"I-I found him. Tryyyying to uuse the tunnel."
The elder gargoyle smiled lopsidedly, "Good work, lad. Are there any more secret passages we should be knowing about?"
John shook his head, "I ch-checked them all and blocked them off. Everyone here is staying here. A-and I got rid of all of their weapons."
Hudson nodded and sighed. The weariness of all the years he had lived were wrinkles by his eyes and forehead. "It's been a long two days, laddie. I'll be glad when it's all over."
John kept his hold on Daniel and dragged him as he approached the gargoyle. "It's never going to be over, ya know? One struggle ends and another one begins and someone's always in need of protection."
" I know it, lad. I've been alive for a thousand years or so. The new and strange things always take time for the normal to adjust…eventually it happens. And in the meantime the new would do well to keep up hope."
John sighed, "Even when your friends are beaten near to death?"
"Especially then. That's when hope can falter, or flourish."
"That's a good answer."
"I tend to think a lot while a sleep during the day."
"It's a good plan."
"Thanks, lad."
The light of day refused to go away. Each time she tried to turn away from the light a soaring pain racked through her body. After a couple of tries she realized that moving wasn't an option. Neither was ignoring the lights.
With a great amount of effort she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was an unusually bright light shining directly into her eyes. Attached to the light was a hand. That hand belonged to a man. The man was staring down at her, something akin to happiness in his eyes.
All Elisa realized was that there was a strange man leaning over her shining a light in her eyes. Her body froze, and she opened her mouth.
She tried to scream but all that came out was a hoarse yelp.
"I'm afraid your mouth is going to be too dry for talking for a while. You haven't drunk anything in a day."
Her mind was completely confused by now. It kept trying to tell her something important but she couldn't pin point what. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her forehead and tried to remember all that had happened to her.
But her mind was a blank. The last thing she remembered was walking down to her car. Had she fallen? Had she been in an accident? Why was she in the middle of caste Wyvern with a strange man?
She swallowed, possibly ten times in a row. Elisa looked the man directly in the eye:
"What happened to me?"
"I'll handle this one, doc." Mathew threw open the door to the room, jogged over to where she was laying and smiled down at her, "Good to see you awake."
"Matt?" she croaked. He nodded, and for the first time ever she saw tears in his eyes, "Matt? What's wrong? What happened?"
"The quarrymen…"
Elisa's eyes widened, "Goliath! Is he hurt? The clan! Where are they?"
Matt shook his head and placed his hands on her shoulders, making small circles with his thumbs, "No, Elisa, their fine…you really don't remember?"
"I remember meeting with the guys on top of the castle…I was heading down to my car…Matt? Why do I hurt all over?"
Matt leaned down and held her tightly, not too much as to cause her more pain, but just enough to let her know he was there.
She couldn't remember the torture, the rape, or the near-murder. In time she might, but how could he know. Would she really want to live with all that she had gone through? She would be happy not knowing.
"Matt?"
'All you need to know is that your safe now. The bad guys are being punished, you're safe for right now. From now on we're all going to protect you. All right?"
Elisa looked at him, confused by what he was saying. The door once again opened and the easily recognizable form of Goliath walked through. The smile he flashed her reassured her, and actually made some of the unexplained ache go away. His smile could always do that. And it seemed enough for her. It was just enough to know that she was in very capable hands. She would be protected.
She nodded at her partner, 'All right."
The end…
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Wow, I know what you're all thinking, Sequel.. Yeah well, no promises on that one. Possibly an Epilouge to the story. I couldn't handle much more than that. Sorry the whole thing took so long. Love y'all much!
Hey the quote: It is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. It is however the end of the beginning.
Good one, eh? Eh?
I DON'T OWN THE SHOW! BLAHHHHHHH!
The current state of the meeting room for New York city Quarrymen was beyond disaster. Tables were over turned, chairs and other furniture were scattered in pieces all throughout the room. The bodies of many a quarryman were sprawled over the floor and rubble.
Daniel stumbled into the room, rubbing his head and swaying on his feet. He took one look at the state of the room and sank into a nearby, intact couch.
His head ached. He had a horrible taste in his mouth.
Funny how drinking as much as he did sounded like such a good idea last night. All the men had decided to throw a party in the face of their latest conquering.
Daniel smiled, rubbing his hands together as he thought of how he had managed to get Elisa. He remembered how she had struggled as he had….
Well, all that he had done to her had been pleasant to him. And he doubted that she would ever look at a gargoyle again.
A series of banging noises sounded from down the hall to his left. It was probably another fight. The boys had gotten into plenty of manly tests of power last night, hence the state of their meeting room. Some probably still had a lot of testosterone flowing through their systems.
But when the banging continued and someone screamed out Daniel got a little worried. He stood up woozily from his seat and started heading down that way.
He was surprised by the doors suddenly flinging open, and a large figure stepping through the doorway. Though head quarters was still dimly lit at that time in the morning, the glowing eyes, large frame, and powerful wings gave the creature away.
"G-gargoyle!"
Daniel yelled at the top of his lungs, searching the room with his eyes for any sort of weapon. All of the sleeping men ignored his call, some opting to roll over in their sleep.
The large gargoyle leapt forward and easily lifted Daniel off his feet. The monsters' claws dug into the tender flesh of his neck, almost piercing it to the point of blood shed. Daniel stared at the beast with his mouth hanging open.
Goliath, for surely it was him, squeezed tighter on the man's neck.
"Where is the one called Daniel Steal (Ha ha, Daniel Steel is an author…)?"
"I-I-I- ."
"Answer or I will kill you right now."
"Goliath!"
Brooklyn ran up behind Goliath and grabbed his arm. Within seconds Hudson and Lexington had also come up behind him and restrained their leader. Daniel was thrown to the ground, rubbing at his neck and coughing. He tried desperately to call out for help but his throat was so raw from the treatment it had just received.
The other gargoyles were now holding on to Goliath with all of their might.
"You can't just kill all of these people, Goliath."
Goliath turned on Brooklyn, "They were willing to kill Elisa. Why shouldn't I?"
Lexington piped up, "We're-You're not like them. If we kill them we become what they want us to be: monsters. We're not monsters. Elisa wouldn't want you to."
The big gargoyle was shaking with fury, but his glowing eyes finally dimmed. The others didn't let go until his muscles relaxed and his breath evened out.
"Call Mathew. Tell him to get as many police down here as soon as possible." He looked around the place then to Daniel,
"You all stay here and make sure no one leaves. I'm going to see Elisa."
Daniel was left in a state of confusion as the big monster left. They were going to spare his life? Something wasn't right…no monsters didn't have mercy. They all must be waiting for the others to come. Yes that was right. The beasts were only trying to toy with the human. That was their game. Daniel snarled. No stupid gargoyle was going to make a fool out of him.
While the gargoyles that were left spread out over the base to watch Daniel sprang to his left and opened the secret door. Within two seconds he had gone from the floor to a dark tunnel. He pressed his ear to the door, listening to see if any of them had seen him move. It remained quiet.
He turned around, prepared to dash down the tunnel when a large form stopped him. It wasn't nearly the size of Goliath, but a very muscular man blocked his path.
There were no lights in the tunnel, so the figure was even more menacing.
"Hello Daniel. Trying to escape?"
"Who..Who?"
"My name is John. That's all you get to know you filthy piece of trash. Good night."
John threw back his arm and let his fist fly strait into the face of the smaller man. The strength of it sent Daniel flying back into the door he had just entered and then fell into an unconscious heap.
John grabbed the wrist of the man he had just knocked out and dragged him through the door. The gargoyle Hudson was nearest and stared at the man. Though John was still frightened of the gargoyles he could now stand in their presence without fainting. It would take some getting used to before he could talk without stammering however.
"I-I found him. Tryyyying to uuse the tunnel."
The elder gargoyle smiled lopsidedly, "Good work, lad. Are there any more secret passages we should be knowing about?"
John shook his head, "I ch-checked them all and blocked them off. Everyone here is staying here. A-and I got rid of all of their weapons."
Hudson nodded and sighed. The weariness of all the years he had lived were wrinkles by his eyes and forehead. "It's been a long two days, laddie. I'll be glad when it's all over."
John kept his hold on Daniel and dragged him as he approached the gargoyle. "It's never going to be over, ya know? One struggle ends and another one begins and someone's always in need of protection."
" I know it, lad. I've been alive for a thousand years or so. The new and strange things always take time for the normal to adjust…eventually it happens. And in the meantime the new would do well to keep up hope."
John sighed, "Even when your friends are beaten near to death?"
"Especially then. That's when hope can falter, or flourish."
"That's a good answer."
"I tend to think a lot while a sleep during the day."
"It's a good plan."
"Thanks, lad."
The light of day refused to go away. Each time she tried to turn away from the light a soaring pain racked through her body. After a couple of tries she realized that moving wasn't an option. Neither was ignoring the lights.
With a great amount of effort she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was an unusually bright light shining directly into her eyes. Attached to the light was a hand. That hand belonged to a man. The man was staring down at her, something akin to happiness in his eyes.
All Elisa realized was that there was a strange man leaning over her shining a light in her eyes. Her body froze, and she opened her mouth.
She tried to scream but all that came out was a hoarse yelp.
"I'm afraid your mouth is going to be too dry for talking for a while. You haven't drunk anything in a day."
Her mind was completely confused by now. It kept trying to tell her something important but she couldn't pin point what. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her forehead and tried to remember all that had happened to her.
But her mind was a blank. The last thing she remembered was walking down to her car. Had she fallen? Had she been in an accident? Why was she in the middle of caste Wyvern with a strange man?
She swallowed, possibly ten times in a row. Elisa looked the man directly in the eye:
"What happened to me?"
"I'll handle this one, doc." Mathew threw open the door to the room, jogged over to where she was laying and smiled down at her, "Good to see you awake."
"Matt?" she croaked. He nodded, and for the first time ever she saw tears in his eyes, "Matt? What's wrong? What happened?"
"The quarrymen…"
Elisa's eyes widened, "Goliath! Is he hurt? The clan! Where are they?"
Matt shook his head and placed his hands on her shoulders, making small circles with his thumbs, "No, Elisa, their fine…you really don't remember?"
"I remember meeting with the guys on top of the castle…I was heading down to my car…Matt? Why do I hurt all over?"
Matt leaned down and held her tightly, not too much as to cause her more pain, but just enough to let her know he was there.
She couldn't remember the torture, the rape, or the near-murder. In time she might, but how could he know. Would she really want to live with all that she had gone through? She would be happy not knowing.
"Matt?"
'All you need to know is that your safe now. The bad guys are being punished, you're safe for right now. From now on we're all going to protect you. All right?"
Elisa looked at him, confused by what he was saying. The door once again opened and the easily recognizable form of Goliath walked through. The smile he flashed her reassured her, and actually made some of the unexplained ache go away. His smile could always do that. And it seemed enough for her. It was just enough to know that she was in very capable hands. She would be protected.
She nodded at her partner, 'All right."
The end…
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Wow, I know what you're all thinking, Sequel.. Yeah well, no promises on that one. Possibly an Epilouge to the story. I couldn't handle much more than that. Sorry the whole thing took so long. Love y'all much!
Hey the quote: It is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. It is however the end of the beginning.
Good one, eh? Eh?