The Nameless
Ch.3 "Discoveries"
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 my head that tells me to kill.
* * *
"I guess it's time for me to talk, huh?" Myria asked after she was
introduced to the rest of the clan. Under the watchful eye of Clark, she managed
to keep her comments tasteful, but she was just itching for a chance to call
Lexington "shorty" or Broadway "chubby". She had no idea what the girl saw in
him. If those three were all she had to choose from, at least she could've
picked the handsome one.
"What kind of gen do ye have for us, lass?" Hudson asked.
"First is this," she took out a book and handed it to Goliath, "a book
found, along with some others, in an airtight, preservative bath." But before
Goliath could open it, his attention, as well as the rest of the clan's, was
captivated by her next item, which she set on a nearby table.
"It's a gun. . ." Broadway said with some disdain.
"Yes, it was found in a hermetically sealed container," Clark said.
Elisa looked it over and guesses it was a heavy machinegun. It was four feet
long, a foot tall, five inches wide dull gray, and barely resembled anything
she'd ever seen. It was shaped like an oversized M-60 or M-240 without a stock
and only half of the barrel. She didn't see any sort of a magazine, and it had a
second, wider muzzle under the first. The handle and trigger were quite larger
than she'd seen on military hardware, too.
"I guess we'll start with this bad boy," she said as she picked it up by
its shoulder strap, walked over to Brooklyn and handed him the weapon, "as you
seem more interested in it." Brooklyn held it somewhat wearily in his hands.
"What does this have to do with anything?" he asked.
"Well, look at this," she pointed to the grip on the barrel, "the grip
doesn't have rounded grooves like human weapons. They're pointed at the end,
like talons. The handle and trigger are bigger, too. Does it feel light?"
"No, it's actually a little bit heavy."
"Okay, now hand it over to Ms. Maza there for me, wouldya?" He did so
and Elisa oomphed as she almost dropped it.
"Man, this thing's heavy!"
"40 pounds. Of course, that's nothing for a gargoyle. Now try to pull
the trigger. It's not loaded and I emptied the breech myself." Elisa nodded,
pointed the gun at a wall, and tried to pull the trigger. She could barely bring
it halfway.
"Now you try, uh, Brooklyn, right?"
"Yeah," he said when he took the gun from Elisa. He managed to pull the
trigger with no trouble. "Easy. Wait. . . are you saying this gun was made for a
gargoyle?"
"That's right! Boy, you catch on quick, don'tcha?"
"Let's say it is," Broadway said, "what's so amazing about that?"
"Yeah," Lexington said, "We've seen gargoyles use custom-made lasers
before."
"It's an rifled machinegun, actually. 25mm shells, 1000 rpm, max
effective range of one thousand yards-"
"Myria, that's not important right now," Clark said.
"Heh, sorry. The main thing is that these things are ten thousand years
old."
"What!?" was the simultaneous reply from the clan and humans.
"Ain't it crazy? Clark's people verified their age, despite the
preservative shit, and found them to be exactly a fuckin' lot of years old."
"If you want," Clark said, "I'm sure David's people can verify the age."
"Now, check the book out," Myria said as she pointed to Goliath. He
looked at the cover.
"I do not recognize the writing."
"Of course not, it hasn't been used in ten thousand years," Clark said.
"Open it, open it!" Myria said animatedly and Goliath did so.
"There are maps of the Earth. . ."
"It's like a visual dictionary," she went over to Goliath and turned the
pages in his hands. "Now, see the buildings? They look like human buildings, but
they have doors at every floor. For gliding! And look, a couple of pages ahead,
they have animals, just regular animals. Lions, tigers, bears-"
"Don't say it, Myria," Clark chided. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"The animals," she continued, "are being compared in size to each other
in this illustration. And to gargoyles! And humans!"
"We found about half a dozen books, and they not only showed gargoyles
as commonplace, but also as dominant in the Pacific. It's all still being
translated, but we haven't gone public because some things don't quite add up,
yet. It's a bit sensational, too."
"What they got was that a long ass time ago, there were two dominant and
advanced civilizations on Earth. The humans had one on the island of Atlantis,
and our kind had one on an equally large island in the Pacific. Bigger than
Australia! And they had it happenin'! They found this stuff on an unexplored
atoll in the French Poly-somethings."
"French Polynesians. And while it seems they were about twenty-five
years more advanced than we are now, they had little knowledge of each other.
Apparently they kept to themselves." Goliath now began to pass the book around.
The clan members began to leaf through it.
"Is that sword strapped on yuir back part of this civilization, too?"
Hudson asked.
"Whu? Oh, yeah! My sword. . ."
"The thing is attached to your spine and you forget it?" Clark said.
"Bite me," she replied. "This is a weapon that was used by the Royal
Guard." She reached back and grabbed the sword's grip. There was a small click
and she brought it around in front of her. She stood it vertically and held it
by the cross-guard. It was five feet long, and the hilt was a foot of that. The
cross-guard was simply shaped, but ornated with six red and blue jewels. The
blade was double-edged and black except the edges, which were metallic. It also
curved inwardly just above the hilt, and it had a double-pointed tip that
resembled a crescent. There were also four large, red characters written on the
blade vertically.
"We know," Myria continued, "that it was used by gargoyles because of
the tip, which is open like that to accommodate the tail. And it curves inwardly
up here for the wings. Cool, huh? Plus, the thing weighs almost as much as the
gun. There's no way a human could wield this!" About this time, Lexington was
handed the book and he became engrossed with it.
"Now look at the symbols," Clark said. "The first, we believe, means
'create'. The second is 'friend', the third is 'destroy', and the last we're
pretty sure is 'enemy'. We're still working on parsing and construing."
"It's the motto of the Royal Guard," Myria said, "uh. . . we believe."
She then turned the sword around. "And this is the crest of the Royal Clan."
"What!?"
"That!?"
"How can this be have been used by gargoyles?" Goliath asked. The crest
was a laurel wreath and curved lightning bolt surrounding a hammer. It was
crowned with a pair of gargoyle wings. "It looks like the Quarrymen insignia!"
"The, uh. . . who? Uh, Quarrymen?" Myria asked.
"The Quarrymen," Goliath said with a growl, "are a group of humans that
are trying to exterminate our kind. Their insignia is a hammer and circle made
to resemble a 'Q'."
"What!?" Myria growled and her eyes began to glow. Yellow. "How dare
they. . . DEFILE the Royal Crest!" She then calmed, "The hammer was supposed to
signify the inherent fragility of a ruler. Long ago, the Royal Guard did not
turn to stone so they could guard during the day."
"How?" Brooklyn asked.
"Beats me. Anyways," her tone was quite brusque, "one of the rights they
held was the power to smash any rulers if they were being unjust or otherwise.
Monarchs soon realized that being just and fair rulers would keep them alive,
and to remind future lineage, they added the hammer to the crest. The practice
was soon forgotten by most, though, as it became unnecessary. And these mother
fuckers are using it in a, in a. . . genocidal campaign!"
"Myria, we'll worry about them when the time comes." Clark said.
"*sigh* You're right. Okay, that's about all we have. Any questions?"
"OK, say this is all true?" Brooklyn asked, "What happened to them? How
come nobody knew about them until now?"
"Well, my astute friend, that is a strikingly short but mournful story."
* * *
Demona awoke to the sound of hammers pounding in her head. She still
could not see very well, and her arm was throbbing. She clutched it with her
good hand and groaned as she tried to sit up. When she was seated, her breathing
turned heavy from the exertion, and she tried to focus her eyes again. Her head
was still pounding. Pain begun to impinge upon her again and she hissed. In a
few moments her vision began to clear again. Which is about when she realized
the pounding wasn't in her head, but outside. The thing was still there, bashing
against the invisible wall she erected around herself. She coughed blood and
groaned.
"Give it up human," she said hoarsely, "That barrier's impenetrable."
But it continued undaunted. Then it stopped and let out loud, bloodcurdling
roar. A roar, Demona realized, that no human could make. It then tried to drive
its pointed gauntlets into the barrier. Seconds later, the fingers punctured the
barrier and, in one deft motion, ripped it apart. Demona could see shreds of
energy fall as if it tore a piece of cloth.
'It's not human,' she thought. It ran to her and grabbed her by the neck
as if to throttle her. She felt a tremendous strain on her neck, but managed to
look into its eyes. White, pupil-less eyes.
"What are you?!" Then nothing.
Holding the severed head and spinal column, it relished in its latest
kill. Seeing the blood flow down its arm and the torso's blood pool at its feet
brought it ecstasy. Something was telling it that NOTHING compared to the thrill
of KILLING. It flung the bloodied mass down and began to walk away. It had to
start looking for THEM again. The desire to KILL THEM was stronger now. Before
that, though, it had a desire to wash up in the river, as it was told to be
CLEAN. But for now, it basked in the luxurious RED that covered its arms.
* * *
"Both the people of Atlantis and our people-"
"Whom we haven't figured out the name of yet."
"Were very civilized. Almost no crime. But there were still bad eggs.
And bad eggs they were. Only those with the most evil intentions could not be
assimilated into law-abiding society. A few knew this and escaped to somewhere
in the Americas. These were the worst criminals in human and gargoyle society,
and they joined forces to forward their ambitions. They wanted to remain as
anonymous and cryptic as possible, so they called themselves 'The Nameless'. One
of their projects was to create a genetically engineered thug. Unstoppable and
totally loyal. But the assholes lost control of the very first one they made.
And it was powerful. They used DNA from all the races. They never even named the
project. It was set loose in Atlantis and destroyed most of the island within a
very short time. Our people feared for their lives, so they decided to destroy
it while it was still in Atlantis. Using nuclear arms left over from earlier
war tensions with the people of Atlantis. Needless to say, that's how the island
was destroyed, as it took hundreds of nukes to kill the Un-Named. But before the
missiles fell, someone on the human side who thought the gargoyles sent the Un-
Named launched all of their nukes in retaliation. And thusly our people were
destroyed. The only ones who were able to escape were the Royal Clan."
"Wow," Elisa said
"That's horrible," Angela said.
"Aye, like ye said, that is mournful," Hudson said.
"So wait," Brooklyn said, "are you saying that all the gargoyles in the
world are descended from an ancient royal clan?
"Alright! 10 points," Myria said happily. At this time the clan started
to talk amongst themselves about everything they had just heard. While still
skeptical, they said they'd feel better once they and Xanatos looked at and
confirmed what they said and the other books. Off to the side, David spoke to
Clark:
"They were more advanced, huh?"
"Yes. So?"
"So? This wouldn't be where you got your nanotech advancements, would
it?"
"Why Davie? Do you expect me to reveal my company secrets?" They then
began to laugh. Around this time, Angela asked if all this made her a princess,
and the whole clan was suddenly elated, with Broadway bowing and calling her
'Princess Angela'.
"Hey, guys," Myria said and everyone turned to her, "Now, you're
probably wonderin' why we came all this way to tell ya this. Well, the reason is
two-fold. First there's another part of the ruin that's sealed beyond their
ability to open. We think someone of royal blood may be able to do something
about that. And second. . ." Myria hesitated now.
"Second," Clark continued, "is that we have encountered an Un-Named. If
we didn't know any better, we'd say that the Nameless are still extant. Myria,
look." He pointed to her sword and she turned.
"Holy shit!" Myria grabbed the sword and gun and ran out of the room.
Clark followed her.
"What's happening?" Goliath asked.
"Goliath," Lexington said, "the crest on the sword was glowing." Goliath
growled and walked out after Clark. The rest of the clan looked at each other
and followed suit. Before Goliath could say anything to Myria when he stepped
out onto the courtyard, she spoke:
"When the symbol glows, it means a gargoyle is dead or dying within a
few miles."
"What? Who. . ."
"One of the clones? Or Demona." Elisa said. They were all outside now.
"But Demona's immortal," Broadway said.
"She can still be killed," Brooklyn said scornfully, "she just doesn't
stay that way. If it is her, I hope it's real painful." The disillusioned look
on Angela's face went unnoticed. They did notice that Myria was pointing her
sword out, flat side down, and turning slowly in a circle.
"What are-"
"The characters point in the direction of where the gargoyle is. . . and
it is that way!" She replaced the sword on her back. "I'm going over there right
now. The sword won't glow forever."
"Then we shall go as well," Goliath said. "If there is a gargoyle dead
or dying nearby, I want to know why. Hudson and Bronx can stay with the castle.
The rest of us-"
"I'm going, too!" Elisa said.
"Very, well. Direct the way, Myria."
"A'ight! C'mon, Clarky-boy!"
"Who said you could call me that?"
"The person who's gonna give ya a ride, that's who biatch! Now, git on."
Clark walked around to Myria and wrapped his arms around her neck. "He's my
navigator."
"I see." Goliath then picked up Elisa in his usual manner.
"All humans safely on board, sir!" Myria said cheerfully.
"Heh. Let us go, then." The gargoyles unfurled their wings, then gasped
when Myria opened hers. All thirty-five feet of them.
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E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
Ch.3 "Discoveries"
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 my head that tells me to kill.
* * *
"I guess it's time for me to talk, huh?" Myria asked after she was
introduced to the rest of the clan. Under the watchful eye of Clark, she managed
to keep her comments tasteful, but she was just itching for a chance to call
Lexington "shorty" or Broadway "chubby". She had no idea what the girl saw in
him. If those three were all she had to choose from, at least she could've
picked the handsome one.
"What kind of gen do ye have for us, lass?" Hudson asked.
"First is this," she took out a book and handed it to Goliath, "a book
found, along with some others, in an airtight, preservative bath." But before
Goliath could open it, his attention, as well as the rest of the clan's, was
captivated by her next item, which she set on a nearby table.
"It's a gun. . ." Broadway said with some disdain.
"Yes, it was found in a hermetically sealed container," Clark said.
Elisa looked it over and guesses it was a heavy machinegun. It was four feet
long, a foot tall, five inches wide dull gray, and barely resembled anything
she'd ever seen. It was shaped like an oversized M-60 or M-240 without a stock
and only half of the barrel. She didn't see any sort of a magazine, and it had a
second, wider muzzle under the first. The handle and trigger were quite larger
than she'd seen on military hardware, too.
"I guess we'll start with this bad boy," she said as she picked it up by
its shoulder strap, walked over to Brooklyn and handed him the weapon, "as you
seem more interested in it." Brooklyn held it somewhat wearily in his hands.
"What does this have to do with anything?" he asked.
"Well, look at this," she pointed to the grip on the barrel, "the grip
doesn't have rounded grooves like human weapons. They're pointed at the end,
like talons. The handle and trigger are bigger, too. Does it feel light?"
"No, it's actually a little bit heavy."
"Okay, now hand it over to Ms. Maza there for me, wouldya?" He did so
and Elisa oomphed as she almost dropped it.
"Man, this thing's heavy!"
"40 pounds. Of course, that's nothing for a gargoyle. Now try to pull
the trigger. It's not loaded and I emptied the breech myself." Elisa nodded,
pointed the gun at a wall, and tried to pull the trigger. She could barely bring
it halfway.
"Now you try, uh, Brooklyn, right?"
"Yeah," he said when he took the gun from Elisa. He managed to pull the
trigger with no trouble. "Easy. Wait. . . are you saying this gun was made for a
gargoyle?"
"That's right! Boy, you catch on quick, don'tcha?"
"Let's say it is," Broadway said, "what's so amazing about that?"
"Yeah," Lexington said, "We've seen gargoyles use custom-made lasers
before."
"It's an rifled machinegun, actually. 25mm shells, 1000 rpm, max
effective range of one thousand yards-"
"Myria, that's not important right now," Clark said.
"Heh, sorry. The main thing is that these things are ten thousand years
old."
"What!?" was the simultaneous reply from the clan and humans.
"Ain't it crazy? Clark's people verified their age, despite the
preservative shit, and found them to be exactly a fuckin' lot of years old."
"If you want," Clark said, "I'm sure David's people can verify the age."
"Now, check the book out," Myria said as she pointed to Goliath. He
looked at the cover.
"I do not recognize the writing."
"Of course not, it hasn't been used in ten thousand years," Clark said.
"Open it, open it!" Myria said animatedly and Goliath did so.
"There are maps of the Earth. . ."
"It's like a visual dictionary," she went over to Goliath and turned the
pages in his hands. "Now, see the buildings? They look like human buildings, but
they have doors at every floor. For gliding! And look, a couple of pages ahead,
they have animals, just regular animals. Lions, tigers, bears-"
"Don't say it, Myria," Clark chided. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"The animals," she continued, "are being compared in size to each other
in this illustration. And to gargoyles! And humans!"
"We found about half a dozen books, and they not only showed gargoyles
as commonplace, but also as dominant in the Pacific. It's all still being
translated, but we haven't gone public because some things don't quite add up,
yet. It's a bit sensational, too."
"What they got was that a long ass time ago, there were two dominant and
advanced civilizations on Earth. The humans had one on the island of Atlantis,
and our kind had one on an equally large island in the Pacific. Bigger than
Australia! And they had it happenin'! They found this stuff on an unexplored
atoll in the French Poly-somethings."
"French Polynesians. And while it seems they were about twenty-five
years more advanced than we are now, they had little knowledge of each other.
Apparently they kept to themselves." Goliath now began to pass the book around.
The clan members began to leaf through it.
"Is that sword strapped on yuir back part of this civilization, too?"
Hudson asked.
"Whu? Oh, yeah! My sword. . ."
"The thing is attached to your spine and you forget it?" Clark said.
"Bite me," she replied. "This is a weapon that was used by the Royal
Guard." She reached back and grabbed the sword's grip. There was a small click
and she brought it around in front of her. She stood it vertically and held it
by the cross-guard. It was five feet long, and the hilt was a foot of that. The
cross-guard was simply shaped, but ornated with six red and blue jewels. The
blade was double-edged and black except the edges, which were metallic. It also
curved inwardly just above the hilt, and it had a double-pointed tip that
resembled a crescent. There were also four large, red characters written on the
blade vertically.
"We know," Myria continued, "that it was used by gargoyles because of
the tip, which is open like that to accommodate the tail. And it curves inwardly
up here for the wings. Cool, huh? Plus, the thing weighs almost as much as the
gun. There's no way a human could wield this!" About this time, Lexington was
handed the book and he became engrossed with it.
"Now look at the symbols," Clark said. "The first, we believe, means
'create'. The second is 'friend', the third is 'destroy', and the last we're
pretty sure is 'enemy'. We're still working on parsing and construing."
"It's the motto of the Royal Guard," Myria said, "uh. . . we believe."
She then turned the sword around. "And this is the crest of the Royal Clan."
"What!?"
"That!?"
"How can this be have been used by gargoyles?" Goliath asked. The crest
was a laurel wreath and curved lightning bolt surrounding a hammer. It was
crowned with a pair of gargoyle wings. "It looks like the Quarrymen insignia!"
"The, uh. . . who? Uh, Quarrymen?" Myria asked.
"The Quarrymen," Goliath said with a growl, "are a group of humans that
are trying to exterminate our kind. Their insignia is a hammer and circle made
to resemble a 'Q'."
"What!?" Myria growled and her eyes began to glow. Yellow. "How dare
they. . . DEFILE the Royal Crest!" She then calmed, "The hammer was supposed to
signify the inherent fragility of a ruler. Long ago, the Royal Guard did not
turn to stone so they could guard during the day."
"How?" Brooklyn asked.
"Beats me. Anyways," her tone was quite brusque, "one of the rights they
held was the power to smash any rulers if they were being unjust or otherwise.
Monarchs soon realized that being just and fair rulers would keep them alive,
and to remind future lineage, they added the hammer to the crest. The practice
was soon forgotten by most, though, as it became unnecessary. And these mother
fuckers are using it in a, in a. . . genocidal campaign!"
"Myria, we'll worry about them when the time comes." Clark said.
"*sigh* You're right. Okay, that's about all we have. Any questions?"
"OK, say this is all true?" Brooklyn asked, "What happened to them? How
come nobody knew about them until now?"
"Well, my astute friend, that is a strikingly short but mournful story."
* * *
Demona awoke to the sound of hammers pounding in her head. She still
could not see very well, and her arm was throbbing. She clutched it with her
good hand and groaned as she tried to sit up. When she was seated, her breathing
turned heavy from the exertion, and she tried to focus her eyes again. Her head
was still pounding. Pain begun to impinge upon her again and she hissed. In a
few moments her vision began to clear again. Which is about when she realized
the pounding wasn't in her head, but outside. The thing was still there, bashing
against the invisible wall she erected around herself. She coughed blood and
groaned.
"Give it up human," she said hoarsely, "That barrier's impenetrable."
But it continued undaunted. Then it stopped and let out loud, bloodcurdling
roar. A roar, Demona realized, that no human could make. It then tried to drive
its pointed gauntlets into the barrier. Seconds later, the fingers punctured the
barrier and, in one deft motion, ripped it apart. Demona could see shreds of
energy fall as if it tore a piece of cloth.
'It's not human,' she thought. It ran to her and grabbed her by the neck
as if to throttle her. She felt a tremendous strain on her neck, but managed to
look into its eyes. White, pupil-less eyes.
"What are you?!" Then nothing.
Holding the severed head and spinal column, it relished in its latest
kill. Seeing the blood flow down its arm and the torso's blood pool at its feet
brought it ecstasy. Something was telling it that NOTHING compared to the thrill
of KILLING. It flung the bloodied mass down and began to walk away. It had to
start looking for THEM again. The desire to KILL THEM was stronger now. Before
that, though, it had a desire to wash up in the river, as it was told to be
CLEAN. But for now, it basked in the luxurious RED that covered its arms.
* * *
"Both the people of Atlantis and our people-"
"Whom we haven't figured out the name of yet."
"Were very civilized. Almost no crime. But there were still bad eggs.
And bad eggs they were. Only those with the most evil intentions could not be
assimilated into law-abiding society. A few knew this and escaped to somewhere
in the Americas. These were the worst criminals in human and gargoyle society,
and they joined forces to forward their ambitions. They wanted to remain as
anonymous and cryptic as possible, so they called themselves 'The Nameless'. One
of their projects was to create a genetically engineered thug. Unstoppable and
totally loyal. But the assholes lost control of the very first one they made.
And it was powerful. They used DNA from all the races. They never even named the
project. It was set loose in Atlantis and destroyed most of the island within a
very short time. Our people feared for their lives, so they decided to destroy
it while it was still in Atlantis. Using nuclear arms left over from earlier
war tensions with the people of Atlantis. Needless to say, that's how the island
was destroyed, as it took hundreds of nukes to kill the Un-Named. But before the
missiles fell, someone on the human side who thought the gargoyles sent the Un-
Named launched all of their nukes in retaliation. And thusly our people were
destroyed. The only ones who were able to escape were the Royal Clan."
"Wow," Elisa said
"That's horrible," Angela said.
"Aye, like ye said, that is mournful," Hudson said.
"So wait," Brooklyn said, "are you saying that all the gargoyles in the
world are descended from an ancient royal clan?
"Alright! 10 points," Myria said happily. At this time the clan started
to talk amongst themselves about everything they had just heard. While still
skeptical, they said they'd feel better once they and Xanatos looked at and
confirmed what they said and the other books. Off to the side, David spoke to
Clark:
"They were more advanced, huh?"
"Yes. So?"
"So? This wouldn't be where you got your nanotech advancements, would
it?"
"Why Davie? Do you expect me to reveal my company secrets?" They then
began to laugh. Around this time, Angela asked if all this made her a princess,
and the whole clan was suddenly elated, with Broadway bowing and calling her
'Princess Angela'.
"Hey, guys," Myria said and everyone turned to her, "Now, you're
probably wonderin' why we came all this way to tell ya this. Well, the reason is
two-fold. First there's another part of the ruin that's sealed beyond their
ability to open. We think someone of royal blood may be able to do something
about that. And second. . ." Myria hesitated now.
"Second," Clark continued, "is that we have encountered an Un-Named. If
we didn't know any better, we'd say that the Nameless are still extant. Myria,
look." He pointed to her sword and she turned.
"Holy shit!" Myria grabbed the sword and gun and ran out of the room.
Clark followed her.
"What's happening?" Goliath asked.
"Goliath," Lexington said, "the crest on the sword was glowing." Goliath
growled and walked out after Clark. The rest of the clan looked at each other
and followed suit. Before Goliath could say anything to Myria when he stepped
out onto the courtyard, she spoke:
"When the symbol glows, it means a gargoyle is dead or dying within a
few miles."
"What? Who. . ."
"One of the clones? Or Demona." Elisa said. They were all outside now.
"But Demona's immortal," Broadway said.
"She can still be killed," Brooklyn said scornfully, "she just doesn't
stay that way. If it is her, I hope it's real painful." The disillusioned look
on Angela's face went unnoticed. They did notice that Myria was pointing her
sword out, flat side down, and turning slowly in a circle.
"What are-"
"The characters point in the direction of where the gargoyle is. . . and
it is that way!" She replaced the sword on her back. "I'm going over there right
now. The sword won't glow forever."
"Then we shall go as well," Goliath said. "If there is a gargoyle dead
or dying nearby, I want to know why. Hudson and Bronx can stay with the castle.
The rest of us-"
"I'm going, too!" Elisa said.
"Very, well. Direct the way, Myria."
"A'ight! C'mon, Clarky-boy!"
"Who said you could call me that?"
"The person who's gonna give ya a ride, that's who biatch! Now, git on."
Clark walked around to Myria and wrapped his arms around her neck. "He's my
navigator."
"I see." Goliath then picked up Elisa in his usual manner.
"All humans safely on board, sir!" Myria said cheerfully.
"Heh. Let us go, then." The gargoyles unfurled their wings, then gasped
when Myria opened hers. All thirty-five feet of them.
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