The Nameless
Ch.2 "Encounters"
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. . .
* * *
Demona Stretched out her wings and yawned. After staring at documents
for hours, she needed some "wide & open". She was exhausted and knew she would
not be able to sleep later like that. She bounded off of her balcony and began
to glide. There was nowhere in particular she was going to, but she would try to
steer clear of the more heavily populated areas. Just a quick little glide.
* * *
It caught a scent and looked up. It saw one of them. It knew that if it
saw one it had to kill it. Its search for THEM had to wait for now. And though
it would never know why until the day it died, it had to kill again. It waited
until its target flew low enough, bounded forward a couple of buildings then
jumped straight up.
* * *
"Whoa," Elisa said quietly.
"Wow," David said, not so quietly. Fox gave him an elbow to the ribs.
"Heh," Myria said, "those are the best compliments I've ever received."
She walked to Goliath and looked at him. It had been a long time since Goliath
had to look up at someone. He admitted to himself that he was a little nervous,
but just a little. She smiled and offered her hand. Then Goliath noticed that
her wings were very long. They went down to just above her ankles and across her
chest completely. The left wing wasn't hooked with the right wing at the middle,
rather it hooked on a small extrusion on her right shoulder. He would inquire
about her differences later. But for now, he smiled and took her forearm. Her
clothed forearm. He looked down and saw her hand and forearm were indeed gloved,
a gray glove to be precise. The rest of her arm was garbed in a crimson material
as well.
"What're you staring at?" Myria asked.
"Oh! Ahh," Goliath said somewhat fidgety, "you're wearing clothing."
"What, I should just walk around butt-naked?"
"No, that's not-" Goliath reddened and released her arm.
"Myria, control yourself," Clark said.
"Sorry, man." She then turned to Goliath, "I get wacha mean. This is all
protective gear. Kevlar and shit. It's dangerous out there, bro!"
"I, uh, see. Well, uh. . ." Goliath hesitated.
"I think," David said, saving Goliath, "further introductions are in
order. I'm David Xanatos."
"Ah. Pleasure to finally meet you." They shook hands.
"I take it Clark's been sharing anecdotes about me."
"A few stories."
"Well, whatever he said, I didn't do it, I wasn't there and you can't
prove a thing."
"Right,"she said and rolled her eyes. Fox sighed.
"I'm Fox Xanatos," she then said.
"Ah," they shook hands, "my condolences." Elisa chuckled, then turned to
Myria.
"I'm Elisa Maza, Detective 2nd class." She said the last part with some
authority. Myria, however, took back her hand right before Elisa grabbed it.
"A cop?" she asked, then turned to David, "Why'd ya call the cops for?"
"Elisa," Goliath said, perturbed, "is a very close friend of the clan."
"Oh!" this time, Myria blushed, "I'm sorry." They shook hands. Myria
again turned to Goliath.
"And yours? I didn't get it."
"Goliath." He was no longer flustered, but was as solemn as ever.
"Cool. . . ah, wait." She looked pensively at Goliath, then David. "Uh,
David and Goliath? Whose stupid idea of a joke was that?"
"Myria . . ." Clark said, somewhat peeved.
"Oh, fuck off," Myria pronounced loudly.
"Myria!" Clark chided again. "I swear, are you ten or something!?"
"Oh, calm down. I was only kidding." Goliath and Elisa exchanged a look
here. David was chuckling, though. Fox, again, poked him in the ribs with her
elbow. Myria spoke again:
"So, um, where's the rest of the clan?"
"They're inside. They can hear us."
"Aw, man. I gotta meet everybody!" she pouted
"Well, first-" then he suddenly stopped. "Lexington? Yes I can hear you.
What?" Everyone now looked at him. He placed a talon in his ear. They understood
what was going on now.
"Oh, she's a female gargoyle. She's taller than I am, green and striped
no less. . . is she what? . . I don't think that's an. . . *sigh* yes she is.
what? . . what does Hudson say? . . I'll tell Elisa." He then turned to Elisa,
bent down and whispered something. The others became a little tensed when Elisa
looked at Myria and Clark pensively.
"Yeah, I think it'll be okay." she finally said.
"Very well. I, for now, have no problem with you seeing the rest of the
clan."
"Alright!" Myria yelled happily.
"Do not make me regret this." Goliath said. He pointed to the door where
he came out from earlier.
"Cool," Myria said and they went inside. Which is when Goliath noticed
the large sword attached to her back.
* * *
Demona has received a few surprises in her life. The loss of her clan,
surviving mortal wounds, Goliath gliding down to save the bitch Maza instead of
her. But very few compared to the utter shock and abashment she felt when
something barreled into her midflight that evening. Later in her life, hundreds,
thousands of years from now, she would still recall this night. The night her
world began to turn completely upside-down.
But for now, all she felt was something grip her waist, turn her around
and throw her down. Moments later she almost passed out as she landed hard on a
nearby rooftop. More or less conscious though returned to her and she tried to
stand up and focus her eyes on her assailant. She was coughing and saw only
stars in front of her. She heard something metallic moving over to her, and she
willed her eyes to focus. As she stood up she finally saw who attacked her, then
quickly summed up his physical attributes. Standing not 10 meters away from her
was someone clad in white plated armor. But the armor wasn't medieval in design,
but rather looked modern and sleek. And thick. Not unlike something she or
Xanatos would design. From the shape of its feet and lack of wings and tail, she
guessed it was human. Its head was covered in a helm, white as well. The face
only had two almond shaped holes for the eyes and three long slits near where
the mouth would be for breath. The back of the helm was ornated with runes she
had never seen before. It stood hunched over slightly with its arms dangling in
front of him. The fingertips of its gauntlets were pointed, like talons. And it
was staring at her. Her eyes began to glow red, and she prepared herself.
"Alright, human," she growled, feeling a bit better, "its time I show-"
But she was cut off when it charged. Though peeved further by the interruption,
she took a defensive stance. It was on her quickly, and tried to punch her, a
right, but she ducked it. However, its left was coming up fast, and she had her
arm up to block. She screamed when the parried arm broke her own forearm. Her
scream was cut short by a right to her abdomen. She spit blood. Her attacker
continued with several blows to her head and stomach, and it was all going too
fast for her to defend. It finished with a roundhouse kick, and Demona was on
the ground, coughing up more blood. It then grabbed her by the tail, spun her
around once, and threw her against a staircase wall. The next building over. She
hit the wall hard, and saw nothing but white in front of her, her mind barely
registering the pain. With her last conscious effort, she lifted her good
arm and shouted:
"Lucidus Murus!" and passed out.
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E-mails are more than welcome. . . they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
Ch.2 "Encounters"
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. . .
* * *
Demona Stretched out her wings and yawned. After staring at documents
for hours, she needed some "wide & open". She was exhausted and knew she would
not be able to sleep later like that. She bounded off of her balcony and began
to glide. There was nowhere in particular she was going to, but she would try to
steer clear of the more heavily populated areas. Just a quick little glide.
* * *
It caught a scent and looked up. It saw one of them. It knew that if it
saw one it had to kill it. Its search for THEM had to wait for now. And though
it would never know why until the day it died, it had to kill again. It waited
until its target flew low enough, bounded forward a couple of buildings then
jumped straight up.
* * *
"Whoa," Elisa said quietly.
"Wow," David said, not so quietly. Fox gave him an elbow to the ribs.
"Heh," Myria said, "those are the best compliments I've ever received."
She walked to Goliath and looked at him. It had been a long time since Goliath
had to look up at someone. He admitted to himself that he was a little nervous,
but just a little. She smiled and offered her hand. Then Goliath noticed that
her wings were very long. They went down to just above her ankles and across her
chest completely. The left wing wasn't hooked with the right wing at the middle,
rather it hooked on a small extrusion on her right shoulder. He would inquire
about her differences later. But for now, he smiled and took her forearm. Her
clothed forearm. He looked down and saw her hand and forearm were indeed gloved,
a gray glove to be precise. The rest of her arm was garbed in a crimson material
as well.
"What're you staring at?" Myria asked.
"Oh! Ahh," Goliath said somewhat fidgety, "you're wearing clothing."
"What, I should just walk around butt-naked?"
"No, that's not-" Goliath reddened and released her arm.
"Myria, control yourself," Clark said.
"Sorry, man." She then turned to Goliath, "I get wacha mean. This is all
protective gear. Kevlar and shit. It's dangerous out there, bro!"
"I, uh, see. Well, uh. . ." Goliath hesitated.
"I think," David said, saving Goliath, "further introductions are in
order. I'm David Xanatos."
"Ah. Pleasure to finally meet you." They shook hands.
"I take it Clark's been sharing anecdotes about me."
"A few stories."
"Well, whatever he said, I didn't do it, I wasn't there and you can't
prove a thing."
"Right,"she said and rolled her eyes. Fox sighed.
"I'm Fox Xanatos," she then said.
"Ah," they shook hands, "my condolences." Elisa chuckled, then turned to
Myria.
"I'm Elisa Maza, Detective 2nd class." She said the last part with some
authority. Myria, however, took back her hand right before Elisa grabbed it.
"A cop?" she asked, then turned to David, "Why'd ya call the cops for?"
"Elisa," Goliath said, perturbed, "is a very close friend of the clan."
"Oh!" this time, Myria blushed, "I'm sorry." They shook hands. Myria
again turned to Goliath.
"And yours? I didn't get it."
"Goliath." He was no longer flustered, but was as solemn as ever.
"Cool. . . ah, wait." She looked pensively at Goliath, then David. "Uh,
David and Goliath? Whose stupid idea of a joke was that?"
"Myria . . ." Clark said, somewhat peeved.
"Oh, fuck off," Myria pronounced loudly.
"Myria!" Clark chided again. "I swear, are you ten or something!?"
"Oh, calm down. I was only kidding." Goliath and Elisa exchanged a look
here. David was chuckling, though. Fox, again, poked him in the ribs with her
elbow. Myria spoke again:
"So, um, where's the rest of the clan?"
"They're inside. They can hear us."
"Aw, man. I gotta meet everybody!" she pouted
"Well, first-" then he suddenly stopped. "Lexington? Yes I can hear you.
What?" Everyone now looked at him. He placed a talon in his ear. They understood
what was going on now.
"Oh, she's a female gargoyle. She's taller than I am, green and striped
no less. . . is she what? . . I don't think that's an. . . *sigh* yes she is.
what? . . what does Hudson say? . . I'll tell Elisa." He then turned to Elisa,
bent down and whispered something. The others became a little tensed when Elisa
looked at Myria and Clark pensively.
"Yeah, I think it'll be okay." she finally said.
"Very well. I, for now, have no problem with you seeing the rest of the
clan."
"Alright!" Myria yelled happily.
"Do not make me regret this." Goliath said. He pointed to the door where
he came out from earlier.
"Cool," Myria said and they went inside. Which is when Goliath noticed
the large sword attached to her back.
* * *
Demona has received a few surprises in her life. The loss of her clan,
surviving mortal wounds, Goliath gliding down to save the bitch Maza instead of
her. But very few compared to the utter shock and abashment she felt when
something barreled into her midflight that evening. Later in her life, hundreds,
thousands of years from now, she would still recall this night. The night her
world began to turn completely upside-down.
But for now, all she felt was something grip her waist, turn her around
and throw her down. Moments later she almost passed out as she landed hard on a
nearby rooftop. More or less conscious though returned to her and she tried to
stand up and focus her eyes on her assailant. She was coughing and saw only
stars in front of her. She heard something metallic moving over to her, and she
willed her eyes to focus. As she stood up she finally saw who attacked her, then
quickly summed up his physical attributes. Standing not 10 meters away from her
was someone clad in white plated armor. But the armor wasn't medieval in design,
but rather looked modern and sleek. And thick. Not unlike something she or
Xanatos would design. From the shape of its feet and lack of wings and tail, she
guessed it was human. Its head was covered in a helm, white as well. The face
only had two almond shaped holes for the eyes and three long slits near where
the mouth would be for breath. The back of the helm was ornated with runes she
had never seen before. It stood hunched over slightly with its arms dangling in
front of him. The fingertips of its gauntlets were pointed, like talons. And it
was staring at her. Her eyes began to glow red, and she prepared herself.
"Alright, human," she growled, feeling a bit better, "its time I show-"
But she was cut off when it charged. Though peeved further by the interruption,
she took a defensive stance. It was on her quickly, and tried to punch her, a
right, but she ducked it. However, its left was coming up fast, and she had her
arm up to block. She screamed when the parried arm broke her own forearm. Her
scream was cut short by a right to her abdomen. She spit blood. Her attacker
continued with several blows to her head and stomach, and it was all going too
fast for her to defend. It finished with a roundhouse kick, and Demona was on
the ground, coughing up more blood. It then grabbed her by the tail, spun her
around once, and threw her against a staircase wall. The next building over. She
hit the wall hard, and saw nothing but white in front of her, her mind barely
registering the pain. With her last conscious effort, she lifted her good
arm and shouted:
"Lucidus Murus!" and passed out.
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E-mails are more than welcome. . . they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?