The Nameless
Ch. 8 "Fathomable"
EfrainMan
EfrainMan9@yahoo.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.
* * *
"Only one more . . ."
"I hope you appreciate what we did for you, pet."
"Oh, I do. Especially now that you've shown me my destiny."
"Our destiny."
"Of course. But will the three of us have any fun whilst we search for
the fourth?"
"Oh, believe me, pet. We will."
* * *
"David!" Myria said, "You've got a piece of shit Fay in your castle!"
Myria took a fighting position.
"Whatever this female has told you," Owen said, "is a lie."
"It's you and your kind who are the deceitful ones."
"HER kind is not to be trusted."
"Her kind!?" Goliath asked.
"She is not a gargoyle."
"I'm more like them than you are you fucker. You're not welcome here!"
"That's enough!" Goliath roared. "Both of you!"
"Myria, calm down!" Clark finally said. She relaxed somewhat.
"Owen," Goliath asked, "you said she was not a gargoyle. What do you
mean by that."
"I mean simply that she is not a gargoyle. She is not of your kind."
"Then what is she?"
"She is a waste of life-energy."
"WHAT?!" Myria started to walk to him when Clark stopped her. "Say that
to my face you piece of shit!"
"Stop!" Goliath shouted. "Owen, leave your opinions out of this. Just
the facts."
"They are the Puck's opinions, but I will comply. I know not the name of
her kind, but my Lord Oberon and my Lady Titania have told the Puck on several
occasions that her kind are liars, thieves and degenerates, unworthy of walking
this world. Though, they did not put it as kindly as me."
"And what did they base this on?"
"I do not know. But my Lord and Lady would not speak so contemptibly
without just cause." Myria harrumphed.
"What do you say to that?" Elisa asked. Myria did not take her eyes away
from Owen.
"No, I'm not a gargoyle, but I never said I was," she sighed, "My kind
are called the Lilim, and we are very much like gargoyles. It's like. . . we are
to gargoyles as the Fay are to humans. We are the fourth race. The lies spread
about us by the Fay are for one reason only. Their magic does not work on us.
Pure and simple. We cannot be hurt, affected or tricked by Fay magic. How do you
think I saw through that disguise. And they hate us for it. Because of your Lord
my kind is extinct. I am the last. AND, the Fay are the ones who ingrained into
humans the idea that gargoyles and Lilim are demons so they could help them get
rid of us."
"Outrageous!" Owen said.
"It's because of your kind that ours is nearly extinct!" Myria shouted.
"She can get past the castle's defenses! Her kind is a liability!"
"Owen!" Goliath shouted, "We know better than anyone else not to judge
people by their kind. You must do the same."
"She has already lied to you."
"I did not! I simply didn't tell them everything." She turned to Goliath
and said, "would you have spoken to me if Clark had said that I only look like a
gargoyle, but I'm really not?" Goliath looked at her pensively.
"Father, Owen," Angela said, "Myria doesn't seem as bad as Owen says she
is. She saved my life and did some real damage to the Quarrymen. She blew up one
of their helicopters!"
"I bet those don't come cheap," Clark said, turning to David. He laughed
and said:
"No, they don't."
"She was very brave," Angela continued, "and so was Clark. They are good
warriors. They should be given the benefit of the doubt."
Goliath sighed. "I will give you a chance to explain everything. Only
because you did save my daughter."
"Thanks."
"Hmph," Owen said and walked out.
"Good riddance," Myria said.
"Hey, that is my most trusted friend you're talking about," David said.
"Control it, Myria," Clark said.
"Whatever . . . Anyways, I've practically told you everything already.
Oh, one more thing: I have an ability to electrocute anything that touches me,
if I fell like it. An advantage of being a Lilim. And our civilization had no
name, either. Something I wouldn't have 'known' had I been of this time. Naming
is a human thing."
Hudson chuckled and Elisa gave him a look.
"That's about it. . ."
"Are you sure?" Elisa asked.
"Yeh."
"How about, why you're here?" Lexington asked.
"The reasons we came here are unchanged. Maybe we weren't clear about it
earlier, but we want one of you to come to a ruin in the Pacific Islands and try
to help us open it."
Goliath growled. Everyone else became uncomfortable.
"We don't need an answer right away," Clark said, "There's absolutely no
rush whatsoever."
Goliath sighed. "We will think about it. But, do not deceive us again.
We do not want friends with secrets. However, I think I can speak for the whole
clan when I say we would like to know more about our people." The rest of the
clan gave affirmations.
"I'm keeping an eye on both of you," Elisa said.
"That's cool." Myria yawned. "Hey you mind if I stick around here for
the day?"
"Not at all." Goliath and Brooklyn said together. Goliath looked at him
and Brooklyn gave an embarrassed laugh.
"The sun'll be up in half an hour." Lexington said.
"Thank you."
"I still want," Elisa said, "for you to stop using that gun." Myria
sighed.
"Detective, I'm a trained soldier, and I've logged hundreds of accident-
free hours with this weapon. I can be trusted with it. And I WAS under attack
tonight. Angela would be dead if I was unarmed."
"Elisa," Angela said, "I would really feel better if she kept it."
"Angela. . ." Broadway said.
"I'm sorry, Broadway, but . . . I think she should keep it."
"She brought down a helicopter in the middle of a city!"
"Um, yeah," Myria said, "I'm sorry about that. I got carried away. It's
been a while since I've been in combat. I can and will show restrain."
This time Elisa gave a low growl.
"I'll make sure of it," Clark said, "I may be two feet shorter than her,
but I got her wrapped around my little finger." Which he wiggled. Myria stormed
over to him, unfurled her wings completely and stood right over him.
"What didya say, punk!?" Myria seemed to be seething, but they noticed
her eyes weren't glowing. Clark just looked at her. He then reached up and
brushed his knuckles against her brow. Her wings drooped and she bopped his head
with hers. They chuckled.
"It's nice," Goliath said, "to see that human and gargoyle couples are
not totally unheard of."
"Ewww," Myria said, "I'm not with him! Humans got cooties!"
"What!?" Elisa said. Clark sighed.
"Yeah! Stone sleep prevents Gargoyles from getting head lice."
* * *
Shortly before the sun came up, Broadway found Angela leaning back on a
wall near to where they slept. Her face was emotionless.
"Angela, are you okay? You went through a lot tonight." She seemed to
brighten up and hugged him.
"I'm just fine. Let's go to sleep." The clan assembled at their usual
places. Myria took a spot between Brooklyn and Hudson. Their human friends were
just behind them. They posed ferociously and were frozen for the day. The humans
were frozen for a few moments too. Except Clark. Owen came up to them.
"What happened to Myria?" Elisa asked. David went up to her.
"She turned to..." he rapped on her and the black, frozen form emanated
a metallic bong. Owen hissed.
"Iron."
* * *
As Elisa went to bed that morning, she vaguely remembered forgetting
something. It slightly nagged her as she tried to go to sleep. Moments before
she went out, she finally remembered to talk to Goliath about the claw marks on
her balcony. And from then on, she did not remember until it was far too late.
* * *
Later in the afternoon, Dominique Destine stood on a rooftop, dressed in
her usual night fare. A duffle bag next to her contained her day suit. And a
weapon. Just in case. The sun would set in a few minutes, and earlier she had
decided to check on her daughter. For in her hand, she held high-powered binocu-
lars, and in front of her stood the Eyrie building. She was not going to place
any faith in a strange gargoyle and a human.
On a nearby building, a stone form waited for the night, ready to kill.
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The next chapter's titled "Un-Named". I wonder what'll happen...
Ch. 8 "Fathomable"
EfrainMan
EfrainMan9@yahoo.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.
* * *
"Only one more . . ."
"I hope you appreciate what we did for you, pet."
"Oh, I do. Especially now that you've shown me my destiny."
"Our destiny."
"Of course. But will the three of us have any fun whilst we search for
the fourth?"
"Oh, believe me, pet. We will."
* * *
"David!" Myria said, "You've got a piece of shit Fay in your castle!"
Myria took a fighting position.
"Whatever this female has told you," Owen said, "is a lie."
"It's you and your kind who are the deceitful ones."
"HER kind is not to be trusted."
"Her kind!?" Goliath asked.
"She is not a gargoyle."
"I'm more like them than you are you fucker. You're not welcome here!"
"That's enough!" Goliath roared. "Both of you!"
"Myria, calm down!" Clark finally said. She relaxed somewhat.
"Owen," Goliath asked, "you said she was not a gargoyle. What do you
mean by that."
"I mean simply that she is not a gargoyle. She is not of your kind."
"Then what is she?"
"She is a waste of life-energy."
"WHAT?!" Myria started to walk to him when Clark stopped her. "Say that
to my face you piece of shit!"
"Stop!" Goliath shouted. "Owen, leave your opinions out of this. Just
the facts."
"They are the Puck's opinions, but I will comply. I know not the name of
her kind, but my Lord Oberon and my Lady Titania have told the Puck on several
occasions that her kind are liars, thieves and degenerates, unworthy of walking
this world. Though, they did not put it as kindly as me."
"And what did they base this on?"
"I do not know. But my Lord and Lady would not speak so contemptibly
without just cause." Myria harrumphed.
"What do you say to that?" Elisa asked. Myria did not take her eyes away
from Owen.
"No, I'm not a gargoyle, but I never said I was," she sighed, "My kind
are called the Lilim, and we are very much like gargoyles. It's like. . . we are
to gargoyles as the Fay are to humans. We are the fourth race. The lies spread
about us by the Fay are for one reason only. Their magic does not work on us.
Pure and simple. We cannot be hurt, affected or tricked by Fay magic. How do you
think I saw through that disguise. And they hate us for it. Because of your Lord
my kind is extinct. I am the last. AND, the Fay are the ones who ingrained into
humans the idea that gargoyles and Lilim are demons so they could help them get
rid of us."
"Outrageous!" Owen said.
"It's because of your kind that ours is nearly extinct!" Myria shouted.
"She can get past the castle's defenses! Her kind is a liability!"
"Owen!" Goliath shouted, "We know better than anyone else not to judge
people by their kind. You must do the same."
"She has already lied to you."
"I did not! I simply didn't tell them everything." She turned to Goliath
and said, "would you have spoken to me if Clark had said that I only look like a
gargoyle, but I'm really not?" Goliath looked at her pensively.
"Father, Owen," Angela said, "Myria doesn't seem as bad as Owen says she
is. She saved my life and did some real damage to the Quarrymen. She blew up one
of their helicopters!"
"I bet those don't come cheap," Clark said, turning to David. He laughed
and said:
"No, they don't."
"She was very brave," Angela continued, "and so was Clark. They are good
warriors. They should be given the benefit of the doubt."
Goliath sighed. "I will give you a chance to explain everything. Only
because you did save my daughter."
"Thanks."
"Hmph," Owen said and walked out.
"Good riddance," Myria said.
"Hey, that is my most trusted friend you're talking about," David said.
"Control it, Myria," Clark said.
"Whatever . . . Anyways, I've practically told you everything already.
Oh, one more thing: I have an ability to electrocute anything that touches me,
if I fell like it. An advantage of being a Lilim. And our civilization had no
name, either. Something I wouldn't have 'known' had I been of this time. Naming
is a human thing."
Hudson chuckled and Elisa gave him a look.
"That's about it. . ."
"Are you sure?" Elisa asked.
"Yeh."
"How about, why you're here?" Lexington asked.
"The reasons we came here are unchanged. Maybe we weren't clear about it
earlier, but we want one of you to come to a ruin in the Pacific Islands and try
to help us open it."
Goliath growled. Everyone else became uncomfortable.
"We don't need an answer right away," Clark said, "There's absolutely no
rush whatsoever."
Goliath sighed. "We will think about it. But, do not deceive us again.
We do not want friends with secrets. However, I think I can speak for the whole
clan when I say we would like to know more about our people." The rest of the
clan gave affirmations.
"I'm keeping an eye on both of you," Elisa said.
"That's cool." Myria yawned. "Hey you mind if I stick around here for
the day?"
"Not at all." Goliath and Brooklyn said together. Goliath looked at him
and Brooklyn gave an embarrassed laugh.
"The sun'll be up in half an hour." Lexington said.
"Thank you."
"I still want," Elisa said, "for you to stop using that gun." Myria
sighed.
"Detective, I'm a trained soldier, and I've logged hundreds of accident-
free hours with this weapon. I can be trusted with it. And I WAS under attack
tonight. Angela would be dead if I was unarmed."
"Elisa," Angela said, "I would really feel better if she kept it."
"Angela. . ." Broadway said.
"I'm sorry, Broadway, but . . . I think she should keep it."
"She brought down a helicopter in the middle of a city!"
"Um, yeah," Myria said, "I'm sorry about that. I got carried away. It's
been a while since I've been in combat. I can and will show restrain."
This time Elisa gave a low growl.
"I'll make sure of it," Clark said, "I may be two feet shorter than her,
but I got her wrapped around my little finger." Which he wiggled. Myria stormed
over to him, unfurled her wings completely and stood right over him.
"What didya say, punk!?" Myria seemed to be seething, but they noticed
her eyes weren't glowing. Clark just looked at her. He then reached up and
brushed his knuckles against her brow. Her wings drooped and she bopped his head
with hers. They chuckled.
"It's nice," Goliath said, "to see that human and gargoyle couples are
not totally unheard of."
"Ewww," Myria said, "I'm not with him! Humans got cooties!"
"What!?" Elisa said. Clark sighed.
"Yeah! Stone sleep prevents Gargoyles from getting head lice."
* * *
Shortly before the sun came up, Broadway found Angela leaning back on a
wall near to where they slept. Her face was emotionless.
"Angela, are you okay? You went through a lot tonight." She seemed to
brighten up and hugged him.
"I'm just fine. Let's go to sleep." The clan assembled at their usual
places. Myria took a spot between Brooklyn and Hudson. Their human friends were
just behind them. They posed ferociously and were frozen for the day. The humans
were frozen for a few moments too. Except Clark. Owen came up to them.
"What happened to Myria?" Elisa asked. David went up to her.
"She turned to..." he rapped on her and the black, frozen form emanated
a metallic bong. Owen hissed.
"Iron."
* * *
As Elisa went to bed that morning, she vaguely remembered forgetting
something. It slightly nagged her as she tried to go to sleep. Moments before
she went out, she finally remembered to talk to Goliath about the claw marks on
her balcony. And from then on, she did not remember until it was far too late.
* * *
Later in the afternoon, Dominique Destine stood on a rooftop, dressed in
her usual night fare. A duffle bag next to her contained her day suit. And a
weapon. Just in case. The sun would set in a few minutes, and earlier she had
decided to check on her daughter. For in her hand, she held high-powered binocu-
lars, and in front of her stood the Eyrie building. She was not going to place
any faith in a strange gargoyle and a human.
On a nearby building, a stone form waited for the night, ready to kill.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
The next chapter's titled "Un-Named". I wonder what'll happen...