The Nameless
Ch.4 "Musings"
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.
* * *
They walked up the stairs to the parapets in silence, somewhat awed at
the size of her wings. Her wing joints went from just under her shoulder to just
above her waist, and her blonde, ponytailed hair was noticed for the first time.
Goliath looked over at Hudson to ask him about it before they left, but he was
pensive about something. He decided to leave it for now. He turned to Myria and
inspected what was under her wings. A crimson body suit covered her from neck to
ankles, with thick, grey Kevlar around her shoulders, torso, elbows and knees.
She also had a loose belt with several pouches around her waist.
"Goliath," Lexington whispered, "I don't think this is such a good idea
anymore."
"I am a bit worried as well," he rumbled. "Brooklyn, Broadway, glide a
distance from us and keep a look out."
"Okay."
"Good idea."
"Everyone, keep an eye out." Within moments the clan was airborne. For a
few minutes they were all silent. Below them, the city seemed radiant but static
from their altitude. People's lives went on, oblivious to the ancient warriors
that soared above them. Goliath spoke first:
"Elisa, were you not supposed to be working today?"
"Oh! I wanted to surprise you, but I traded a couple of days off with
another detective. He really needed next Saturday among other days. I'm just
glad Matt was okay with it. I have today and tomorrow off. And I wanted to do
something special, too." Elisa nuzzled Goliath's cheek and neck, and he gave a
low growl at the sensation.
"We shall make up for it. Hopefully the rest of the night will be freed
up for us." Elisa rested her head on his shoulder at gazed into his eyes. "I
don't mean to sound cruel, but I hope it is Demona as well. We know she'll be
well, physically, in the end."
"Awww," Myria said to them, her head upside down, "how cute."
"Myria!" Clark said.
"What?!"
"Mush!"
"Fuck you!" She turned her head forward again, and the couple tried to
ignore their reddening faces. Elisa then noticed how Clark rode Myria. His legs
were wrapped around her waist and he propped himself up with his hands. He was
looking at the sword, the bottom half of which had retracted into the top half.
"Goliath, do you think those to are, you know. . . together?"
"I cannot surmise anything at this point. They seem to be very intimate
and comfortable with each other. But. . ." Angela and Lexington glided in closer
to them, and Goliath kept his thoughts to himself for the moment.
"Oh great ocean," Myria sang, and the rest looked at her quizzically.
She continued:
"Oh great sea,
Run to the ocean,
Run to the sea."
They glided a little closer to the rest. Clark continued, puzzling them
further:
"You know he got the cure,
You know he went astray,
He used to stay awake,
To drive the dreams he had away,
He wanted to believe,
In the hands of love."
They sang together:
"His head it felt heavy,
As he cut across the land,
A dog started crying,
Like a broken hearted man,
At the howling wind,
At the howling wind."
They sang more fervently now, while looking at the clan:
"He went deeper into black,
Deeper into white,
Could see the stars shine,
Like nails in the night,
He felt the healing,
Healing, healing,
Healing hands of love,
Like the stars shiny shiny,
From above,
Hand in the pocket,
Finger on the steel,
The pistol weighed heavy,
And his heart he could feel,
Was beating, beating,
Beating, beating,
Oh my love, Oh my love,
Oh my love, oh my love."
"Uh. . ." Elisa said.
"Heh, just a little thing we do when we get bored," Myria said.
"It helps that our singing isn't too shabby."
"Clark does a mean Bono."
"I noticed," Elisa said.
"Bono?" Goliath asked her.
"Lead singer for U2, one of the most famous rock bands in the world."
Elisa would have asked them more questions, but they lost a little altitude on a
downdraft. All except Myria, who stayed at the same height, her wings beating
noticeably.
"Is she flying?" Lexington asked.
"It appears so. Myria!" Goliath called to her. She looked down and
immediately stopped flapping. She angled down and leveled with the rest.
"I'm reeeeeally sorry about that, I forgot to just keep gliding."
"You are. . . full of surprises." Goliath told her. Myria grinned
sheepishly. "How close are we? Can you tell?"
"Not too far. The characters light up one by one as you get closer."
"Good."
"Myria," Angela asked, "can everyone in your clan fly?" Myria stayed
silent for a moment. She sighed.
"I don't have a clan. I was living alone in the Bay area when Clark
found me ten years ago. I was living in the Golden Gate National Recreational
Area, barely surviving. Then-"
"Myria, the characters stopped glowing!"
"How close?"
"The last character was nearly full."
"They're around here somewhere." The gargoyles caught a draft and
hovered. Brooklyn and Broadway caught up in a short while.
"What should we do?" she asked.
"You said they're around here," Goliath said. He thought a few things
over quickly, then said, "We should split up, cover a wider area. Angela, go
with Myria. Lexington, come with. You two over that way. Meet back here in ten
minutes."
"Cool," Myria then turned to Angela, "Let's go, girl."
"Uh," she turned to Goliath, and he nodded. "Okay, let's go."
"Goliath," Broadway said once they left, "why are you letting her go
with them. We're still not sure if they're legit."
"I know you are worried about her, but she can take care of herself. Now
let's go." He and Lexington glided off. Broadway sighed.
"If it means anything," Brooklyn said, "I don't think those guys are
gonna be trouble. We're all just a little more paranoid right now than usual."
"I guess. C'mon, let's get this over with."
* * *
"Goliath," Elisa said, "there's something that isn't quite adding up
with those two."
"What?"
"Myria said she didn't have a clan. But when she introduced herself, she
gave a middle and last name, remember? That doesn't sound very clanless to me."
"Hmmm. . ."
"And," Lexington said, "she sure seemed to know a lot about an ancient
civilization when they said they've gleaned very little from untranslated text."
"Clark also said that he followed the Grimorum to find you guys. How did
he know to follow that particular book?"
"I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. We shall ask them
when we return."
* * *
'You used me!'
'It started that way, but now I wont hurt you for the world.'
'Save it for your next performance, Demona!' Those were the last words
she told her before today. She had hurt her. She used her. Was she truly devoid
of compassion? Why was she thinking this right now? She sighed. She was still
unsure whether to give up on her. Brooklyn would say she should. Goliath might,
too. Broadway would support her, warily. Hudson and Elisa might, too. Lexington
didn't seem to want to get involved. She was her mother, but she was dangerous.
There were times, when she spoke with the Xanatos family, that she felt she was
redeemable like them. But when she spoke with the clan. . . she shook her head
in frustration, wondering again why she was thinking this now.
"There!" Myria shouted. Angela looked. And blanched.
"Mother. . ."
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E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
P.S., I apologize for forcing Goliath Chronicles dialogue upon you.
Ch.4 "Musings"
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.
* * *
They walked up the stairs to the parapets in silence, somewhat awed at
the size of her wings. Her wing joints went from just under her shoulder to just
above her waist, and her blonde, ponytailed hair was noticed for the first time.
Goliath looked over at Hudson to ask him about it before they left, but he was
pensive about something. He decided to leave it for now. He turned to Myria and
inspected what was under her wings. A crimson body suit covered her from neck to
ankles, with thick, grey Kevlar around her shoulders, torso, elbows and knees.
She also had a loose belt with several pouches around her waist.
"Goliath," Lexington whispered, "I don't think this is such a good idea
anymore."
"I am a bit worried as well," he rumbled. "Brooklyn, Broadway, glide a
distance from us and keep a look out."
"Okay."
"Good idea."
"Everyone, keep an eye out." Within moments the clan was airborne. For a
few minutes they were all silent. Below them, the city seemed radiant but static
from their altitude. People's lives went on, oblivious to the ancient warriors
that soared above them. Goliath spoke first:
"Elisa, were you not supposed to be working today?"
"Oh! I wanted to surprise you, but I traded a couple of days off with
another detective. He really needed next Saturday among other days. I'm just
glad Matt was okay with it. I have today and tomorrow off. And I wanted to do
something special, too." Elisa nuzzled Goliath's cheek and neck, and he gave a
low growl at the sensation.
"We shall make up for it. Hopefully the rest of the night will be freed
up for us." Elisa rested her head on his shoulder at gazed into his eyes. "I
don't mean to sound cruel, but I hope it is Demona as well. We know she'll be
well, physically, in the end."
"Awww," Myria said to them, her head upside down, "how cute."
"Myria!" Clark said.
"What?!"
"Mush!"
"Fuck you!" She turned her head forward again, and the couple tried to
ignore their reddening faces. Elisa then noticed how Clark rode Myria. His legs
were wrapped around her waist and he propped himself up with his hands. He was
looking at the sword, the bottom half of which had retracted into the top half.
"Goliath, do you think those to are, you know. . . together?"
"I cannot surmise anything at this point. They seem to be very intimate
and comfortable with each other. But. . ." Angela and Lexington glided in closer
to them, and Goliath kept his thoughts to himself for the moment.
"Oh great ocean," Myria sang, and the rest looked at her quizzically.
She continued:
"Oh great sea,
Run to the ocean,
Run to the sea."
They glided a little closer to the rest. Clark continued, puzzling them
further:
"You know he got the cure,
You know he went astray,
He used to stay awake,
To drive the dreams he had away,
He wanted to believe,
In the hands of love."
They sang together:
"His head it felt heavy,
As he cut across the land,
A dog started crying,
Like a broken hearted man,
At the howling wind,
At the howling wind."
They sang more fervently now, while looking at the clan:
"He went deeper into black,
Deeper into white,
Could see the stars shine,
Like nails in the night,
He felt the healing,
Healing, healing,
Healing hands of love,
Like the stars shiny shiny,
From above,
Hand in the pocket,
Finger on the steel,
The pistol weighed heavy,
And his heart he could feel,
Was beating, beating,
Beating, beating,
Oh my love, Oh my love,
Oh my love, oh my love."
"Uh. . ." Elisa said.
"Heh, just a little thing we do when we get bored," Myria said.
"It helps that our singing isn't too shabby."
"Clark does a mean Bono."
"I noticed," Elisa said.
"Bono?" Goliath asked her.
"Lead singer for U2, one of the most famous rock bands in the world."
Elisa would have asked them more questions, but they lost a little altitude on a
downdraft. All except Myria, who stayed at the same height, her wings beating
noticeably.
"Is she flying?" Lexington asked.
"It appears so. Myria!" Goliath called to her. She looked down and
immediately stopped flapping. She angled down and leveled with the rest.
"I'm reeeeeally sorry about that, I forgot to just keep gliding."
"You are. . . full of surprises." Goliath told her. Myria grinned
sheepishly. "How close are we? Can you tell?"
"Not too far. The characters light up one by one as you get closer."
"Good."
"Myria," Angela asked, "can everyone in your clan fly?" Myria stayed
silent for a moment. She sighed.
"I don't have a clan. I was living alone in the Bay area when Clark
found me ten years ago. I was living in the Golden Gate National Recreational
Area, barely surviving. Then-"
"Myria, the characters stopped glowing!"
"How close?"
"The last character was nearly full."
"They're around here somewhere." The gargoyles caught a draft and
hovered. Brooklyn and Broadway caught up in a short while.
"What should we do?" she asked.
"You said they're around here," Goliath said. He thought a few things
over quickly, then said, "We should split up, cover a wider area. Angela, go
with Myria. Lexington, come with. You two over that way. Meet back here in ten
minutes."
"Cool," Myria then turned to Angela, "Let's go, girl."
"Uh," she turned to Goliath, and he nodded. "Okay, let's go."
"Goliath," Broadway said once they left, "why are you letting her go
with them. We're still not sure if they're legit."
"I know you are worried about her, but she can take care of herself. Now
let's go." He and Lexington glided off. Broadway sighed.
"If it means anything," Brooklyn said, "I don't think those guys are
gonna be trouble. We're all just a little more paranoid right now than usual."
"I guess. C'mon, let's get this over with."
* * *
"Goliath," Elisa said, "there's something that isn't quite adding up
with those two."
"What?"
"Myria said she didn't have a clan. But when she introduced herself, she
gave a middle and last name, remember? That doesn't sound very clanless to me."
"Hmmm. . ."
"And," Lexington said, "she sure seemed to know a lot about an ancient
civilization when they said they've gleaned very little from untranslated text."
"Clark also said that he followed the Grimorum to find you guys. How did
he know to follow that particular book?"
"I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. We shall ask them
when we return."
* * *
'You used me!'
'It started that way, but now I wont hurt you for the world.'
'Save it for your next performance, Demona!' Those were the last words
she told her before today. She had hurt her. She used her. Was she truly devoid
of compassion? Why was she thinking this right now? She sighed. She was still
unsure whether to give up on her. Brooklyn would say she should. Goliath might,
too. Broadway would support her, warily. Hudson and Elisa might, too. Lexington
didn't seem to want to get involved. She was her mother, but she was dangerous.
There were times, when she spoke with the Xanatos family, that she felt she was
redeemable like them. But when she spoke with the clan. . . she shook her head
in frustration, wondering again why she was thinking this now.
"There!" Myria shouted. Angela looked. And blanched.
"Mother. . ."
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E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
P.S., I apologize for forcing Goliath Chronicles dialogue upon you.