The Nameless
Ch.5 "Uninvited"
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 glided down to the carnage below them. Angela ran to Demona, eyes
swelling with tears. Clark dismounted Myria, and they looked at each other
sullenly. Angela stopped right in front of the corpse and stared. The sight of
the headless torso affected her little. The sight of the wings shredded useless
affected her little. The sight of the spine, covered in blood and lymph that was
pooling at her feet affected her some. The sight of her mother's head, lifeless
and in mid-scream, affected some more. But what drove her over the edge was the
smell. Her nose protested smelling blood, flesh, lymph, organs, marrow. Her hand
began to flex open and closed and the color had now drained completely from her
face. Her breathing was slow and ragged. Her tail curled around her leg. It
would be some time before she cried. She wasn't that collected yet.
"I'm gonna secure perimeter," Myria said to Clark softly. He nodded and
she walked slowly away.
"Hey, uh-"
"H-elp m-m-me," Angela said weakly, "we have t-to help her. . ."
"Um, I don't think-"
She'll be alright if. . ." Angela bent down slowly and reached out to
Demona's head. But froze short. Her hand began to shake. An image of maggot-
ridden carrion flashed in her head and she ran off to the side of the rooftop.
Her dry heaves were the only sound for some time. Clark grimaced. Myria came
around again, told Clark there was nothing and went to Angela. Enveloping Angela
in a hug, she tried to give her some platitudes. She had stopped retching.
"Look, I'm really sorry you had t-"
"She should be fine," she interrupted softly.
"What?"
"My mother," her voice strengthened, "is immortal. She should h-heal."
"You're shittin' me?" She looked at Demona then walked over to the body.
As she examined the cadaver, the blood that had spread was shrinking back into
the body, and the spine was very slowly moving towards the torso.
"Clark!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"What?"
"Dude, she's like regeneralling or sumthin'!"
"Regeneral. . .?" Clark looked at Demona. "What do you see?"
"Look, she's slowly putting herself back together." Clark scrutinized
the carcass, then drew back.
"You're right. She's regenerating. Amazing."
"Yeah, that's what I said. Here, help me." Myria gingerly grabbed the
spinal column and carefully attempted to reinsert it into the torso.
"Ewwwww. . ." But as Clark bent down to assist, the spine went back in
on its own with a sickening squelch. The wound around the neck began to heal.
"Fuckin' rad."
"Angela," Clark said, "will she wake up again?" Angela stood up and
walked over to them. Her wings were caped and she seemed more resolute.
"I. . . believe so. I want to make sure she sees me first."
* * *
She cared not of her opponent anymore. And he did not care either. They
could only stare at what had begun. Her team had failed. She had failed. She
felt an arm around her and she saw her commander and lover. She embraced him,
knowing she'll never see him again. The white sphere that would soon destroy the
world was growing, turning buildings to dust as it touched them. But she could
not dare glance at it.
'Demona'
She looked up at the voice. Had she heard that? What did they say?
The sphere was getting closer.
'Demona'
Again? What is that word? What language? She'd never heard it before.
For some reason, she glanced at her reflection in a nearby window. Her white fur
contrasted with her black uniform. Pointed ears stood out of her short, brown
mane.
'Cat'
Different words this time. Her reflection was wrong. She shouldn't look
like that? It was almost here. Who was she? Who? A vision of blue. Wings?
'Me'
Almost here. She held her lover tightly.
'Argarath'
Consumed.
Nothing.
'Argarath'
* * *
Demona gasped a first breath. She looked around, confused. Then she saw
Angela. She remembered where she was. She moaned as she tried to get up. Angela
helped prop her up against the same wall she had previously slammed into. As she
opened her eyes and focused on Angela, she let out a hiss of pain. At the same
time they said:
"Mother?"
"Angela?"
Angela steeled herself and said, "mother, what happened? And I want the
truth. No tricks like the last two times."
"Tricks? But I. . ." she sighed, hesitated, then said, "I was attacked.
By something. But if you're not even going to believe me. . ."
"Just tell me." She tried to remain stoic, but there was still a hint of
compassion. Demona regarded her daughter for a second, then spoke:
"I was gliding, and this. . . thing came out of nowhere and attacked me.
I tried to fight it. It wasn't as fast as me, but it was much stronger. I broke
my arm just parrying a blow. It broke through my defenses. It wasn't supposed to
do that. . ." she gave a shuddering sigh.
"What was it?"
"At first I thought it was a human in an exosuit. But it could roar just
like a gargoyle. And it penetrated a magical barrier I was led to believe was
infallible. And those eyes. . ."
"White, pupil-less eyes? No emotion in them whatsoever?" Myria asked.
"What? Yes. Who are you?"
"I'm Myria. And I've fought one before."
"You've fought one?" Angela and Demona asked.
"Was it wearing white armor?"
"Yes."
"Then I have." At that Demona tried to get up. Angela gently restrained
her.
"We should probably wait for the rest of the clan," Clark said, "they'll
be looking for us when we don't come back."
"Yeah, chill, babe." Myria told Demona.
"Hmph. Who's that?" She said disdainfully at Clark.
"That's Clark," Myria said, "my human."
"YOUR human?" he retorted.
"Damn straight. You my bitch." She patted him on the back heartily.
"Yeah, right. The next sound you hear is Myria's scream when I step on
her tail." Demona looked at them quizzically, then asked:
"How did you find me?"
"They led us here." Angela said. Demona then growled. A whoosh overhead
signaled the arrival of the rest of the clan.
"It IS Demona!" Brooklyn said, his eyes glowing.
"What is happening here?" Goliath asked. He set down Elisa.
"Father, Demona was attacked."
"What?"
"Another trick, I bet," Brooklyn said. "Don't you ever quit?"
"Trick!?" Demona shouted, her eyes glowing.
"Demona was killed!" Angela shouted.
"Guys," Myria said, "she was attacked by an Un-Named." There was a pause
as the clan processed that statement.
"You mean, the same thing that destroyed Atlantis?" Lexington asked.
"Well, more or less. It's not as powerful, but still a threat. We found
her here with her spine pulled clean out of her body. Swip!" she made a pulling
motion, "No way you can fake that."
"I bet she's in cahoots with it," Brooklyn said. Demona growled.
"Brooklyn, it KILLED her!" Angela shouted.
"SO?! We know Demona would do anything to-"
"She wouldn't-"
"Are you STILL protecting her!? After what she did to you?"
"I. . ."
"If anything those two are suspicious!" Demona said, "They led you
straight to me! They're the ones who are in league with it!"
"Oh," Brooklyn said, "don't try to turn the attention from you."
"Hey!" Myria shouted. "What is going on here!? Honestly, you people are
so fucking paranoid! There's an Un-Named running loose in the city and-"
"That YOU released!" Demona shouted.
"What!?" Myria, Clark and Brooklyn said together.
"Enough!" Goliath shouted. Everyone was startled by him except Demona
who was peeved by his interruption. "Demona, tell us what happened, and no one
interrupts her." He looked to Brooklyn. She looked at him disdainfully.
"Since you asked so nicely," 'and since I can't get up yet' she thought,
"I was attacked by what I thought was a human in an exosuit. But it was far too
strong for that. Maybe gargoyle strength enhanced by a suit," she suddenly
realized. "I put up a defensive barrier, but it ripped through it. And it could
roar like a gargoyle. Then, it killed me," she said stoically.
"We found her here," Angela began, sighing, "her. . ." she couldn't con-
tinue.
"She described," Myria said, "an Un-Named."
"How do you know what and Un-Named looks like?" Elisa asked.
"Because I've fought one. It's how Clark and I met ten years ago. One of
those things found me and tried to kill me. Almost did." she smiled, "but then
Clark happened by in his cute little Jeep carting this sword. I used it to cut
it in half. We've been shittin' around together ever since." She turned to
Demona, "Now, tell me, did it have wings, a tail or digigrade feet? And did it
use magic?"
"No. None of those things."
"No wings or tail, but the feet are different," She said softly.
"They're trying different combinations?" Clark asked.
"Probably. The first Un-Named was created from all the races. But they
had access to them back then. Now, they only have human and gargoyle. The second
that I killed looked like a wing-less, tail-less gargoyle. This one has human
feet. If we kill it, they'll probably stick wings or a tail on it."
"They?" Elisa and Demona asked. They glared at each other.
"The Nameless. We think they might be active again."
"Who are they?" Demona asked.
"The Nameless are an ancient criminal organization. They created the Un-
Named from human and gargoyle DNA, at least for now. Imagine if they get DNA
from those fucking Fay." She growled. Demona gave her a look, then said:
"Why would they want to corrupt the perfect gargoyle construction with
human filth?"
"Uh. . . well. . ." Myria was somewhat confused by her question, "'cause
for one thing human feet are more effective in battle. Gargoyles get more broken
ankles than humans. It doesn't turn to stone during the day, either. Like I said
they're trying out different combinations to see what works best." Demona said
nothing.
"So," Goliath said, "something strong enough to brutally kill Demona is
running loose in the city?"
"Yeah. We think it's only after gargoyles right now, but who knows if
that'll change soon. Speaking of Demona, did you know she's immortal? It was the
most fuckin' awesome thing I've ever SEEN! She was like, dead and them swip! She
was all good! It was fuckin' sweet! OW!" Clark stepped on her tail. "The fuck
you do that for you donkey raping shit-eater?!"
"Are you insane?! That was the most rude, tact-less. . . anything I've
ever witnessed!"
"HMPH!" Myria became quite cross now, and gave him the finger.
"So what do we do with her?" Brooklyn asked. "Where should we confine
her?"
"Confine?" Clark asked.
"Confine her?" Angela said, "She was attacked!"
"She's dangerous!"
"She didn't do anything wrong!"
"Quiet, both of you!" Goliath growled.
"Father, you can't lock her up for being attacked!" He gave her a look.
Angela quieted. He turned his attention to Demona. Her eyes held the same con-
tempt he'd always seen, but there was something different. Fear?
"I won't."
"What!?" Brooklyn shouted. Goliath growled at him.
"There's no place to put her! Angela. . . just take her home."
"Thank you father."
"But-"
"We'll discuss it at the castle, Brooklyn."
"I don't need an escort," Demona said.
"You cannot glide with those wings. They're still shredded." Demona
growled at that.
"I don't think I can carry her, father."
"I'll take her," Myria said.
"You're crazy if you think I'll lead some stranger to my home."
"Fine, Ms. fuckin-paranoid. I'll take you as close as you'll let me and
drop you off, okay? I doubt you want one of them to take you, right? And on the
way over, I'll regale you with tales of ancient gargoyle civilization." Myria
offered her hand to Demona, but she batted it away and stood on her own. Angela
still clung to her.
"I'll be fine, child." Myria grabbed Demona slung her over her shoulder,
opened her wings and took off. They could hear Demona's protests for quite some
time. Clark came up to Angela.
"Wanna follow her? I don't like leaving Myria alone for too long, she's
very. . . troublesome." Angela looked to Goliath. He nodded. She picked him up,
and they went off.
"Let us return to the castle."
* * *
"What a borin' night."
"You said it. We'll never find a gargoyle.
"Wait. . . what's that?"
"What? Oh. . ."
"Maybe this night won't be so boring after all."
"Follow them." The Quarryman helicopter took off and followed Angela
from a distance where they would not be heard.
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Ch.5 "Uninvited"
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 glided down to the carnage below them. Angela ran to Demona, eyes
swelling with tears. Clark dismounted Myria, and they looked at each other
sullenly. Angela stopped right in front of the corpse and stared. The sight of
the headless torso affected her little. The sight of the wings shredded useless
affected her little. The sight of the spine, covered in blood and lymph that was
pooling at her feet affected her some. The sight of her mother's head, lifeless
and in mid-scream, affected some more. But what drove her over the edge was the
smell. Her nose protested smelling blood, flesh, lymph, organs, marrow. Her hand
began to flex open and closed and the color had now drained completely from her
face. Her breathing was slow and ragged. Her tail curled around her leg. It
would be some time before she cried. She wasn't that collected yet.
"I'm gonna secure perimeter," Myria said to Clark softly. He nodded and
she walked slowly away.
"Hey, uh-"
"H-elp m-m-me," Angela said weakly, "we have t-to help her. . ."
"Um, I don't think-"
She'll be alright if. . ." Angela bent down slowly and reached out to
Demona's head. But froze short. Her hand began to shake. An image of maggot-
ridden carrion flashed in her head and she ran off to the side of the rooftop.
Her dry heaves were the only sound for some time. Clark grimaced. Myria came
around again, told Clark there was nothing and went to Angela. Enveloping Angela
in a hug, she tried to give her some platitudes. She had stopped retching.
"Look, I'm really sorry you had t-"
"She should be fine," she interrupted softly.
"What?"
"My mother," her voice strengthened, "is immortal. She should h-heal."
"You're shittin' me?" She looked at Demona then walked over to the body.
As she examined the cadaver, the blood that had spread was shrinking back into
the body, and the spine was very slowly moving towards the torso.
"Clark!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"What?"
"Dude, she's like regeneralling or sumthin'!"
"Regeneral. . .?" Clark looked at Demona. "What do you see?"
"Look, she's slowly putting herself back together." Clark scrutinized
the carcass, then drew back.
"You're right. She's regenerating. Amazing."
"Yeah, that's what I said. Here, help me." Myria gingerly grabbed the
spinal column and carefully attempted to reinsert it into the torso.
"Ewwwww. . ." But as Clark bent down to assist, the spine went back in
on its own with a sickening squelch. The wound around the neck began to heal.
"Fuckin' rad."
"Angela," Clark said, "will she wake up again?" Angela stood up and
walked over to them. Her wings were caped and she seemed more resolute.
"I. . . believe so. I want to make sure she sees me first."
* * *
She cared not of her opponent anymore. And he did not care either. They
could only stare at what had begun. Her team had failed. She had failed. She
felt an arm around her and she saw her commander and lover. She embraced him,
knowing she'll never see him again. The white sphere that would soon destroy the
world was growing, turning buildings to dust as it touched them. But she could
not dare glance at it.
'Demona'
She looked up at the voice. Had she heard that? What did they say?
The sphere was getting closer.
'Demona'
Again? What is that word? What language? She'd never heard it before.
For some reason, she glanced at her reflection in a nearby window. Her white fur
contrasted with her black uniform. Pointed ears stood out of her short, brown
mane.
'Cat'
Different words this time. Her reflection was wrong. She shouldn't look
like that? It was almost here. Who was she? Who? A vision of blue. Wings?
'Me'
Almost here. She held her lover tightly.
'Argarath'
Consumed.
Nothing.
'Argarath'
* * *
Demona gasped a first breath. She looked around, confused. Then she saw
Angela. She remembered where she was. She moaned as she tried to get up. Angela
helped prop her up against the same wall she had previously slammed into. As she
opened her eyes and focused on Angela, she let out a hiss of pain. At the same
time they said:
"Mother?"
"Angela?"
Angela steeled herself and said, "mother, what happened? And I want the
truth. No tricks like the last two times."
"Tricks? But I. . ." she sighed, hesitated, then said, "I was attacked.
By something. But if you're not even going to believe me. . ."
"Just tell me." She tried to remain stoic, but there was still a hint of
compassion. Demona regarded her daughter for a second, then spoke:
"I was gliding, and this. . . thing came out of nowhere and attacked me.
I tried to fight it. It wasn't as fast as me, but it was much stronger. I broke
my arm just parrying a blow. It broke through my defenses. It wasn't supposed to
do that. . ." she gave a shuddering sigh.
"What was it?"
"At first I thought it was a human in an exosuit. But it could roar just
like a gargoyle. And it penetrated a magical barrier I was led to believe was
infallible. And those eyes. . ."
"White, pupil-less eyes? No emotion in them whatsoever?" Myria asked.
"What? Yes. Who are you?"
"I'm Myria. And I've fought one before."
"You've fought one?" Angela and Demona asked.
"Was it wearing white armor?"
"Yes."
"Then I have." At that Demona tried to get up. Angela gently restrained
her.
"We should probably wait for the rest of the clan," Clark said, "they'll
be looking for us when we don't come back."
"Yeah, chill, babe." Myria told Demona.
"Hmph. Who's that?" She said disdainfully at Clark.
"That's Clark," Myria said, "my human."
"YOUR human?" he retorted.
"Damn straight. You my bitch." She patted him on the back heartily.
"Yeah, right. The next sound you hear is Myria's scream when I step on
her tail." Demona looked at them quizzically, then asked:
"How did you find me?"
"They led us here." Angela said. Demona then growled. A whoosh overhead
signaled the arrival of the rest of the clan.
"It IS Demona!" Brooklyn said, his eyes glowing.
"What is happening here?" Goliath asked. He set down Elisa.
"Father, Demona was attacked."
"What?"
"Another trick, I bet," Brooklyn said. "Don't you ever quit?"
"Trick!?" Demona shouted, her eyes glowing.
"Demona was killed!" Angela shouted.
"Guys," Myria said, "she was attacked by an Un-Named." There was a pause
as the clan processed that statement.
"You mean, the same thing that destroyed Atlantis?" Lexington asked.
"Well, more or less. It's not as powerful, but still a threat. We found
her here with her spine pulled clean out of her body. Swip!" she made a pulling
motion, "No way you can fake that."
"I bet she's in cahoots with it," Brooklyn said. Demona growled.
"Brooklyn, it KILLED her!" Angela shouted.
"SO?! We know Demona would do anything to-"
"She wouldn't-"
"Are you STILL protecting her!? After what she did to you?"
"I. . ."
"If anything those two are suspicious!" Demona said, "They led you
straight to me! They're the ones who are in league with it!"
"Oh," Brooklyn said, "don't try to turn the attention from you."
"Hey!" Myria shouted. "What is going on here!? Honestly, you people are
so fucking paranoid! There's an Un-Named running loose in the city and-"
"That YOU released!" Demona shouted.
"What!?" Myria, Clark and Brooklyn said together.
"Enough!" Goliath shouted. Everyone was startled by him except Demona
who was peeved by his interruption. "Demona, tell us what happened, and no one
interrupts her." He looked to Brooklyn. She looked at him disdainfully.
"Since you asked so nicely," 'and since I can't get up yet' she thought,
"I was attacked by what I thought was a human in an exosuit. But it was far too
strong for that. Maybe gargoyle strength enhanced by a suit," she suddenly
realized. "I put up a defensive barrier, but it ripped through it. And it could
roar like a gargoyle. Then, it killed me," she said stoically.
"We found her here," Angela began, sighing, "her. . ." she couldn't con-
tinue.
"She described," Myria said, "an Un-Named."
"How do you know what and Un-Named looks like?" Elisa asked.
"Because I've fought one. It's how Clark and I met ten years ago. One of
those things found me and tried to kill me. Almost did." she smiled, "but then
Clark happened by in his cute little Jeep carting this sword. I used it to cut
it in half. We've been shittin' around together ever since." She turned to
Demona, "Now, tell me, did it have wings, a tail or digigrade feet? And did it
use magic?"
"No. None of those things."
"No wings or tail, but the feet are different," She said softly.
"They're trying different combinations?" Clark asked.
"Probably. The first Un-Named was created from all the races. But they
had access to them back then. Now, they only have human and gargoyle. The second
that I killed looked like a wing-less, tail-less gargoyle. This one has human
feet. If we kill it, they'll probably stick wings or a tail on it."
"They?" Elisa and Demona asked. They glared at each other.
"The Nameless. We think they might be active again."
"Who are they?" Demona asked.
"The Nameless are an ancient criminal organization. They created the Un-
Named from human and gargoyle DNA, at least for now. Imagine if they get DNA
from those fucking Fay." She growled. Demona gave her a look, then said:
"Why would they want to corrupt the perfect gargoyle construction with
human filth?"
"Uh. . . well. . ." Myria was somewhat confused by her question, "'cause
for one thing human feet are more effective in battle. Gargoyles get more broken
ankles than humans. It doesn't turn to stone during the day, either. Like I said
they're trying out different combinations to see what works best." Demona said
nothing.
"So," Goliath said, "something strong enough to brutally kill Demona is
running loose in the city?"
"Yeah. We think it's only after gargoyles right now, but who knows if
that'll change soon. Speaking of Demona, did you know she's immortal? It was the
most fuckin' awesome thing I've ever SEEN! She was like, dead and them swip! She
was all good! It was fuckin' sweet! OW!" Clark stepped on her tail. "The fuck
you do that for you donkey raping shit-eater?!"
"Are you insane?! That was the most rude, tact-less. . . anything I've
ever witnessed!"
"HMPH!" Myria became quite cross now, and gave him the finger.
"So what do we do with her?" Brooklyn asked. "Where should we confine
her?"
"Confine?" Clark asked.
"Confine her?" Angela said, "She was attacked!"
"She's dangerous!"
"She didn't do anything wrong!"
"Quiet, both of you!" Goliath growled.
"Father, you can't lock her up for being attacked!" He gave her a look.
Angela quieted. He turned his attention to Demona. Her eyes held the same con-
tempt he'd always seen, but there was something different. Fear?
"I won't."
"What!?" Brooklyn shouted. Goliath growled at him.
"There's no place to put her! Angela. . . just take her home."
"Thank you father."
"But-"
"We'll discuss it at the castle, Brooklyn."
"I don't need an escort," Demona said.
"You cannot glide with those wings. They're still shredded." Demona
growled at that.
"I don't think I can carry her, father."
"I'll take her," Myria said.
"You're crazy if you think I'll lead some stranger to my home."
"Fine, Ms. fuckin-paranoid. I'll take you as close as you'll let me and
drop you off, okay? I doubt you want one of them to take you, right? And on the
way over, I'll regale you with tales of ancient gargoyle civilization." Myria
offered her hand to Demona, but she batted it away and stood on her own. Angela
still clung to her.
"I'll be fine, child." Myria grabbed Demona slung her over her shoulder,
opened her wings and took off. They could hear Demona's protests for quite some
time. Clark came up to Angela.
"Wanna follow her? I don't like leaving Myria alone for too long, she's
very. . . troublesome." Angela looked to Goliath. He nodded. She picked him up,
and they went off.
"Let us return to the castle."
* * *
"What a borin' night."
"You said it. We'll never find a gargoyle.
"Wait. . . what's that?"
"What? Oh. . ."
"Maybe this night won't be so boring after all."
"Follow them." The Quarryman helicopter took off and followed Angela
from a distance where they would not be heard.
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