The Nameless
Ch.1 "Opening"
EfrainMan
rosavillalobos@mindspring.com
I dinnae own Gargoyles . . . but if any of you Disney guys wanna give it to me,
that's cool. Any original characters belong to my dark, twisted imagination, so
if you wanna use 'em, you gotta ask the voice in head that tells me to kill. . .
This funky little story takes place after Season 3, except for "Angels in the
Night" and "Genesis Undone" ('cause that ep. BLEW!). And pretend it had better
writing, too. ;-p
* * *
Elisa woke with a yawn and stretch that would impress a cat. She sighed
and tried to sit up, but an obstruction on her chest prevented it.
"C'mon, Cagney, I need to get up," she sighed again. She then gently
shoved the curled up cat off of her chest and onto the bed. I remained curled up
and barely twitched it's tail.
"Spoiled cat." She got out of bed and stretched again. Then she froze.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a person-shaped shadow on her living room
floor. It seemed to be wearing a very long cape or shawl. The shadow was long.
'Not yet sunset,' she thought. Slowly, she lowered her arms and began to
turn towards her living room. The shadow suddenly became shorter.
'Ducked,' she thought. She began to wonder if it could see her. She
glanced at the drawer where she kept her gun and began to move towards it. The
shadow darted across the room and was gone. Elisa ran to the drawer, unlocked
the box, took out the gun, loaded it and ran to the windowed alcove. She stepped
out onto the balcony and looked around in every direction. She saw nothing save
for a few birds. She looked around for any clues. She saw only one and her head
began to spin.
On the ledge of her stone balcony were claw marks.
* * *
For the fiftieth time that afternoon, she looked around for anything
suspicious. When she was satisfied nothing was there, she stepped out of the
elevator. She walked quickly down the hall in anticipation of speaking with her
friends. She certainly had a couple of things to discuss tonight. But the sound
of very wild laughter coming from one of the adjoining rooms stopped her in her
tracks.
'Fox is laughing like a hyena,' she thought. She then gave pause to the
quirkiness of her mind. Curious, and knowing she still had a few minutes to wait
until sunset, she went to the source of the laughter. She entered a tapestried
room with a small table set up in the middle of it. Fox was sitting with her
head buried in her arms, muffling her laughter. Owen was standing nearby
cradling Alex, who was dozing. David was next to Fox, trying to remain cool
despite his obvious annoyance. Elisa could practically hear his teeth grind. And
seated next to him was a man with a very wide grin on his face. A little "cop"
clicked on in Elisa for a split second before she returned to "normal".
'Caucasian, 5'10" to 6', 180-ish, medium build, short brown hair, no
distinguishing marks,' she thought.
"Are you quite finished, dear?" David asked.
"In a sec," she replied between giggles.
"Huh. Owen, make sure to slip something slow and painful into Clark's
drink tonight."
"Of course, sir," he replied. "We have another guest." He pointed to
Elisa.
"Ah! Detective, how are you this evening."
"Alright, I guess," she shrugged.
"Good. And, ah, Owen . . ."
"I will put Alex to bed now, sir," Owen said. "He had a long day."
"Alright," David said, and he and Fox kissed him goodnight. Elisa told
him goodnight as he and Owen left the room.
"By the way," Elisa said, "if I find this gentleman's body tomorrow
morning, I'll make sure to get a nice, cold cell for ya." She smiled wickedly,
and David chuckled as he got up to introduce him.
"This is Clark Straczynski, an old high school friend. . ." Elisa
walked over to shake his hand and Clark stood to greet her, "and, Clark, this is
Elisa Maza, one of New York's finest."
"A pleasure," Elisa said.
"Likewise," Clark replied. He then cocked his head and gave her a look.
"You look a lot like my daughter. That is if she wasn't half Asian and half your
age."
"I still think that ex-wife of yours was just a complex fabrication of
your twisted imagination," David said, "I mean, who'd marry you?"
"What do I have to do, beat you with her?" They all chuckled, and that
reminded Elisa.
"So what was so funny earlier? If it was at Xanatos' expense, I must
know."
"I'm afraid it would take hours to explain," David said.
"Hoursssss, yesssss," Clark said in a low, raspy voice. Fox began to
laugh again, and David covered his blush with his hand.
"I take it he isn't here just to take cheap shots at you." Elisa said to
David.
"No, actually," David said, somewhat peeved, "he owns a biotech firm on
the West Coast. It's not huge, but their labs recently pioneered new techniques
in nanotechnology that put my guys to shame."
"So," Fox said, "David's now vacillating between buying him outright or
simply going into business with him."
"I didn't say that," David said.
"Of course," Clark said, "the only reason he 'vacillates', as you so
charmingly put it, is because we know each other. . . and I keep his dark little
secret concerning a lampshade, a hobbyhorse and large quantities of alcohol."
"Oh, no," David said as Fox giggled, "that never happened, and my
lawyers and PR guys'll tell you the same thing." All but Elisa laughed, who just
rolled her eyes.
'Rich people,' she scoffed. She looked at her watch and realized she
just missed sunset.
"Well, if you'll excuse me," Elisa said with a smile.
"Are you under investigation, David?" Clark asked.
"Not at the moment, I hope," he smiled at Elisa, and she smiled back
spuriously. "We have mutual acquaintances residing in the castle."
"Oh," Clark said, "you mean the gargoyles?"
* * *
Elisa steeled herself before walking in to talk to the clan. She
realized they probably weren't going to like this. As she walked in she saw that
the whole clan was there.
"Hey, guys," she said, cheerily. Several "hey's" and "hi, Elisa's" came
back, as well as a "hello, lass" and dog's bark. Goliath walked up to her.
"How are you this evening?" he asked her.
"So, so," she replied. "Guys, there are a couple of things I need to
discuss with you."
"Sure, lass," Hudson said.
"Yeah," Lexington said.
"What's up?" Broadway said.
"Is anything wrong?" Angela asked.
"I'm not sure, yet," Elisa replied, then paused.
"Well?" Brooklyn asked.
"No need to rush her," Goliath said.
"Mm. It's alright," Elisa said, "I just met an old friend of Xanatos
and, well, he's figured out that you guys live here. He wants to meet you."
"What?"
"Are you serious?"
"Figured out? How? Who is he?"
"It's a bit of a story," Elisa said, "I didn't get everything myself.
His name is Clark Straczynski."
"Well, why didn't you just deny it?" Brooklyn asked somewhat angrily.
"He had a photo of you guys chumming it up with Xanatos." She replied a
bit curtly, then took out a photo from her jacket. The photo was dated two weeks
prior, in the evening. The shot was of Goliath and Angela with David, Fox, Owen,
and Alex. It was halfway between their horizon and zenith. Goliath growled
softly.
"I must speak with Xanatos about security," he said.
"I don't think we should meet him," Lex said.
"What does he want?" Angela asked.
"He said," Elisa replied, "that he has a friend you should meet. The
'friend' has information concerning your people. Ancient history stuff."
"How did he know we were here?" Brooklyn asked, "And how did he take a
photo like this?"
"Yeah, the photographer would have to have been flying overhead," Lex
said, "They would've seen or heard something flying."
"He says he'll explain everything once he meets you."
"What kind of person is he?" Broadway asked. "What does your cop
instinct tell you?" Elisa chuckled.
"No alarms blaring. He seems like a nice guy, and Xanatos said he used
to always be on the up and up in high school." Elisa sighed. "It's your
decision, of course." Goliath growled again.
"I would like to meet someone who believes they know something about our
people," Goliath said that last part a bit cynically. "I will speak with him
first, alone. Lexington, do you have a way so everyone can hear my conversation
with him?"
"I think so. I can use our radios and. . . I guess some speakers. It'll
take a few minutes."
"Very well. I will go out when he has finished."
"Okay, but don't take too long." As Elisa began to walk away, she
remembered, "Oh! Afterwards, there's something else I need to speak with you
about."
"Alright. Hopefully we will not be long."
* * *
It caught their scent. There were a few on this island. Not nearly as
many as on the other island, though. But most importantly to it, it found the
scent of THEM. They were HERE. Now, all that ran through its mind was finding
them and killing them. It jumped off the top of the Empire State onto another
building . . . two blocks away and thirty stories down.
* * *
Despite her nervousness, Elisa managed to stay in the conversation.
"So what happened with her?" David asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Clark replied, "just caught her in bed with two
other men."
"Two!" Fox exclaimed.
"Yeah, and remember I said I was recording memos when I walked in? I
also recorded her tirade after I caught her. And her admissions of guilt, which
she said just to spite me."
"Wow," David said.
"Yeah. We didn't have a prenup, so we went to court. With the tape and
my little girl's testimony, the judge gave her absolutely nothing."
"Oh, jeez," Elisa said, "Why did the girl testify?"
"Well. . . Mayumi was accusing me of basically everything she was doing.
Sleeping around, not being home enough, giving low priority to the family, and
all that. The judge, one of the wisest I've ever seen, decided to ask Cynthia
what was really going on. I was home more than mommy was, I attended all of her
school activities, and she actually said on the stand that she wondered if mommy
loved her anymore because she screamed at her a lot."
"Poor thing," Fox said.
"I know. It was hard for her at first, and she didn't want us to
divorce. But I explained everything to her, without being too graphic of course,
and she understood that mommy broke her promise with me and lied to me for three
years. I also got custody, thank God. I wouldn't trust her with that cr-" He was
interrupted by Goliath's entrance into the courtyard. "Just one, huh?" He didn't
seem fazed.
"The others can hear you," Goliath said. "Who are you?" Goliath moved
closer until he was a few feet away. He seemed unintimidated,
"My name's Clark, as I'm sure Elisa told you," he nodded, "A pleasure to
meet you."
"We will see. I am called Goliath." He then took out the photo. "Explain
this."
"Ah. Direct. I like you already," he replied. Goliath growled softly.
"About ten years ago I came across a book called 'Grimorum Arcanorum' in the
house of another one of my friends. Remember Mitch, David?"
"Oh, yeah, his dad liked to spend his income on antiques."
"That's him. My dad was visiting, and I thumbed through the book while
they were chatting. It was mostly in Latin, except the end, which was in
something else. But that was translated. It spoke of gargoyles turned to stone
until Castle Wyvern rose above the clouds. I kept tabs for any news items
concerning the book or the castle. Lo and behold, David not only acquires the
book, but also buys Castle Wyvern a year later. Then I hear through the
grapevine he was gonna stick the thing on top of his really tall skyscraper. I
kept following up in my spare time, and found that not long after the castle was
finished, gargoyle sightings in New York began to appear in the tabloids. It was
like that for two years. Then there was the incident at the police station and
that church. Although unmarked, the chopper that picked them up was clearly one
of yours. Recent gargoyle incidents can also be traced back to you. . . if one
knows what to look for. The photo merely proved my suspicions."
"Hmmm. . . how was this taken?" Goliath asked.
"Ah. That's someone else's story." Clark said. He took out a cell phone
and dialed. "Hey. Yeah, it's time for your 'grandiose' entrance. Alright. Five
minutes?! You were supposed to be only a building or two away. Bored?! You're
impossible." He hung up. "Sometimes I think I care more about HER quest than SHE
does." He sighed and put his phone away. Goliath now had a bit of an idea what
kind of person he was going to meet. In a few minutes, the sound of wings caught
their attention. They turned and saw a female gargoyle walking towards them. She
had already caped her wings. Two things about her immediately caught Goliath's
attention. Although she was light green, she had black stripes on the parts of
her he could see. And she was a foot taller than him.
"S'up, peeps," she said. Goliath was surprised by her language. "I'm
Myria. Myria Leerka Clan-Brirra."
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E-mails are more than welcome. . . they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
Ch.1 "Opening"
EfrainMan
rosavillalobos@mindspring.com
I dinnae own Gargoyles . . . but if any of you Disney guys wanna give it to me,
that's cool. Any original characters belong to my dark, twisted imagination, so
if you wanna use 'em, you gotta ask the voice in head that tells me to kill. . .
This funky little story takes place after Season 3, except for "Angels in the
Night" and "Genesis Undone" ('cause that ep. BLEW!). And pretend it had better
writing, too. ;-p
* * *
Elisa woke with a yawn and stretch that would impress a cat. She sighed
and tried to sit up, but an obstruction on her chest prevented it.
"C'mon, Cagney, I need to get up," she sighed again. She then gently
shoved the curled up cat off of her chest and onto the bed. I remained curled up
and barely twitched it's tail.
"Spoiled cat." She got out of bed and stretched again. Then she froze.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a person-shaped shadow on her living room
floor. It seemed to be wearing a very long cape or shawl. The shadow was long.
'Not yet sunset,' she thought. Slowly, she lowered her arms and began to
turn towards her living room. The shadow suddenly became shorter.
'Ducked,' she thought. She began to wonder if it could see her. She
glanced at the drawer where she kept her gun and began to move towards it. The
shadow darted across the room and was gone. Elisa ran to the drawer, unlocked
the box, took out the gun, loaded it and ran to the windowed alcove. She stepped
out onto the balcony and looked around in every direction. She saw nothing save
for a few birds. She looked around for any clues. She saw only one and her head
began to spin.
On the ledge of her stone balcony were claw marks.
* * *
For the fiftieth time that afternoon, she looked around for anything
suspicious. When she was satisfied nothing was there, she stepped out of the
elevator. She walked quickly down the hall in anticipation of speaking with her
friends. She certainly had a couple of things to discuss tonight. But the sound
of very wild laughter coming from one of the adjoining rooms stopped her in her
tracks.
'Fox is laughing like a hyena,' she thought. She then gave pause to the
quirkiness of her mind. Curious, and knowing she still had a few minutes to wait
until sunset, she went to the source of the laughter. She entered a tapestried
room with a small table set up in the middle of it. Fox was sitting with her
head buried in her arms, muffling her laughter. Owen was standing nearby
cradling Alex, who was dozing. David was next to Fox, trying to remain cool
despite his obvious annoyance. Elisa could practically hear his teeth grind. And
seated next to him was a man with a very wide grin on his face. A little "cop"
clicked on in Elisa for a split second before she returned to "normal".
'Caucasian, 5'10" to 6', 180-ish, medium build, short brown hair, no
distinguishing marks,' she thought.
"Are you quite finished, dear?" David asked.
"In a sec," she replied between giggles.
"Huh. Owen, make sure to slip something slow and painful into Clark's
drink tonight."
"Of course, sir," he replied. "We have another guest." He pointed to
Elisa.
"Ah! Detective, how are you this evening."
"Alright, I guess," she shrugged.
"Good. And, ah, Owen . . ."
"I will put Alex to bed now, sir," Owen said. "He had a long day."
"Alright," David said, and he and Fox kissed him goodnight. Elisa told
him goodnight as he and Owen left the room.
"By the way," Elisa said, "if I find this gentleman's body tomorrow
morning, I'll make sure to get a nice, cold cell for ya." She smiled wickedly,
and David chuckled as he got up to introduce him.
"This is Clark Straczynski, an old high school friend. . ." Elisa
walked over to shake his hand and Clark stood to greet her, "and, Clark, this is
Elisa Maza, one of New York's finest."
"A pleasure," Elisa said.
"Likewise," Clark replied. He then cocked his head and gave her a look.
"You look a lot like my daughter. That is if she wasn't half Asian and half your
age."
"I still think that ex-wife of yours was just a complex fabrication of
your twisted imagination," David said, "I mean, who'd marry you?"
"What do I have to do, beat you with her?" They all chuckled, and that
reminded Elisa.
"So what was so funny earlier? If it was at Xanatos' expense, I must
know."
"I'm afraid it would take hours to explain," David said.
"Hoursssss, yesssss," Clark said in a low, raspy voice. Fox began to
laugh again, and David covered his blush with his hand.
"I take it he isn't here just to take cheap shots at you." Elisa said to
David.
"No, actually," David said, somewhat peeved, "he owns a biotech firm on
the West Coast. It's not huge, but their labs recently pioneered new techniques
in nanotechnology that put my guys to shame."
"So," Fox said, "David's now vacillating between buying him outright or
simply going into business with him."
"I didn't say that," David said.
"Of course," Clark said, "the only reason he 'vacillates', as you so
charmingly put it, is because we know each other. . . and I keep his dark little
secret concerning a lampshade, a hobbyhorse and large quantities of alcohol."
"Oh, no," David said as Fox giggled, "that never happened, and my
lawyers and PR guys'll tell you the same thing." All but Elisa laughed, who just
rolled her eyes.
'Rich people,' she scoffed. She looked at her watch and realized she
just missed sunset.
"Well, if you'll excuse me," Elisa said with a smile.
"Are you under investigation, David?" Clark asked.
"Not at the moment, I hope," he smiled at Elisa, and she smiled back
spuriously. "We have mutual acquaintances residing in the castle."
"Oh," Clark said, "you mean the gargoyles?"
* * *
Elisa steeled herself before walking in to talk to the clan. She
realized they probably weren't going to like this. As she walked in she saw that
the whole clan was there.
"Hey, guys," she said, cheerily. Several "hey's" and "hi, Elisa's" came
back, as well as a "hello, lass" and dog's bark. Goliath walked up to her.
"How are you this evening?" he asked her.
"So, so," she replied. "Guys, there are a couple of things I need to
discuss with you."
"Sure, lass," Hudson said.
"Yeah," Lexington said.
"What's up?" Broadway said.
"Is anything wrong?" Angela asked.
"I'm not sure, yet," Elisa replied, then paused.
"Well?" Brooklyn asked.
"No need to rush her," Goliath said.
"Mm. It's alright," Elisa said, "I just met an old friend of Xanatos
and, well, he's figured out that you guys live here. He wants to meet you."
"What?"
"Are you serious?"
"Figured out? How? Who is he?"
"It's a bit of a story," Elisa said, "I didn't get everything myself.
His name is Clark Straczynski."
"Well, why didn't you just deny it?" Brooklyn asked somewhat angrily.
"He had a photo of you guys chumming it up with Xanatos." She replied a
bit curtly, then took out a photo from her jacket. The photo was dated two weeks
prior, in the evening. The shot was of Goliath and Angela with David, Fox, Owen,
and Alex. It was halfway between their horizon and zenith. Goliath growled
softly.
"I must speak with Xanatos about security," he said.
"I don't think we should meet him," Lex said.
"What does he want?" Angela asked.
"He said," Elisa replied, "that he has a friend you should meet. The
'friend' has information concerning your people. Ancient history stuff."
"How did he know we were here?" Brooklyn asked, "And how did he take a
photo like this?"
"Yeah, the photographer would have to have been flying overhead," Lex
said, "They would've seen or heard something flying."
"He says he'll explain everything once he meets you."
"What kind of person is he?" Broadway asked. "What does your cop
instinct tell you?" Elisa chuckled.
"No alarms blaring. He seems like a nice guy, and Xanatos said he used
to always be on the up and up in high school." Elisa sighed. "It's your
decision, of course." Goliath growled again.
"I would like to meet someone who believes they know something about our
people," Goliath said that last part a bit cynically. "I will speak with him
first, alone. Lexington, do you have a way so everyone can hear my conversation
with him?"
"I think so. I can use our radios and. . . I guess some speakers. It'll
take a few minutes."
"Very well. I will go out when he has finished."
"Okay, but don't take too long." As Elisa began to walk away, she
remembered, "Oh! Afterwards, there's something else I need to speak with you
about."
"Alright. Hopefully we will not be long."
* * *
It caught their scent. There were a few on this island. Not nearly as
many as on the other island, though. But most importantly to it, it found the
scent of THEM. They were HERE. Now, all that ran through its mind was finding
them and killing them. It jumped off the top of the Empire State onto another
building . . . two blocks away and thirty stories down.
* * *
Despite her nervousness, Elisa managed to stay in the conversation.
"So what happened with her?" David asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Clark replied, "just caught her in bed with two
other men."
"Two!" Fox exclaimed.
"Yeah, and remember I said I was recording memos when I walked in? I
also recorded her tirade after I caught her. And her admissions of guilt, which
she said just to spite me."
"Wow," David said.
"Yeah. We didn't have a prenup, so we went to court. With the tape and
my little girl's testimony, the judge gave her absolutely nothing."
"Oh, jeez," Elisa said, "Why did the girl testify?"
"Well. . . Mayumi was accusing me of basically everything she was doing.
Sleeping around, not being home enough, giving low priority to the family, and
all that. The judge, one of the wisest I've ever seen, decided to ask Cynthia
what was really going on. I was home more than mommy was, I attended all of her
school activities, and she actually said on the stand that she wondered if mommy
loved her anymore because she screamed at her a lot."
"Poor thing," Fox said.
"I know. It was hard for her at first, and she didn't want us to
divorce. But I explained everything to her, without being too graphic of course,
and she understood that mommy broke her promise with me and lied to me for three
years. I also got custody, thank God. I wouldn't trust her with that cr-" He was
interrupted by Goliath's entrance into the courtyard. "Just one, huh?" He didn't
seem fazed.
"The others can hear you," Goliath said. "Who are you?" Goliath moved
closer until he was a few feet away. He seemed unintimidated,
"My name's Clark, as I'm sure Elisa told you," he nodded, "A pleasure to
meet you."
"We will see. I am called Goliath." He then took out the photo. "Explain
this."
"Ah. Direct. I like you already," he replied. Goliath growled softly.
"About ten years ago I came across a book called 'Grimorum Arcanorum' in the
house of another one of my friends. Remember Mitch, David?"
"Oh, yeah, his dad liked to spend his income on antiques."
"That's him. My dad was visiting, and I thumbed through the book while
they were chatting. It was mostly in Latin, except the end, which was in
something else. But that was translated. It spoke of gargoyles turned to stone
until Castle Wyvern rose above the clouds. I kept tabs for any news items
concerning the book or the castle. Lo and behold, David not only acquires the
book, but also buys Castle Wyvern a year later. Then I hear through the
grapevine he was gonna stick the thing on top of his really tall skyscraper. I
kept following up in my spare time, and found that not long after the castle was
finished, gargoyle sightings in New York began to appear in the tabloids. It was
like that for two years. Then there was the incident at the police station and
that church. Although unmarked, the chopper that picked them up was clearly one
of yours. Recent gargoyle incidents can also be traced back to you. . . if one
knows what to look for. The photo merely proved my suspicions."
"Hmmm. . . how was this taken?" Goliath asked.
"Ah. That's someone else's story." Clark said. He took out a cell phone
and dialed. "Hey. Yeah, it's time for your 'grandiose' entrance. Alright. Five
minutes?! You were supposed to be only a building or two away. Bored?! You're
impossible." He hung up. "Sometimes I think I care more about HER quest than SHE
does." He sighed and put his phone away. Goliath now had a bit of an idea what
kind of person he was going to meet. In a few minutes, the sound of wings caught
their attention. They turned and saw a female gargoyle walking towards them. She
had already caped her wings. Two things about her immediately caught Goliath's
attention. Although she was light green, she had black stripes on the parts of
her he could see. And she was a foot taller than him.
"S'up, peeps," she said. Goliath was surprised by her language. "I'm
Myria. Myria Leerka Clan-Brirra."
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E-mails are more than welcome. . . they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?