The Nameless
Ch. 9 "Un-Named"
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.
BTW, if you like Naruto (and you'd better damn like Naruto, is a kick-ass anime)
I have a fic on FF.net called "Blind" for your reading pleasure. Be warned, it
takes place late in the series, so read the manga or downl-uh, I mean watch the
TV series . . . =3
* * *
Sunset was a time few truly noticed. Drivers on the road turned on their
lights. As did families in their homes. Many businesses did the opposite at this
time. But recently, sunset was a time of an even more heightened awareness for
New Yorkers. More than the dangers of thieves, rapists and lunatics, many fear
the monsters they recently realized lurked in the night. "Monsters" who stopped
the thieves, rapists and lunatics. "Monsters" who protect them soon after they
shed the stone shells they don during the day. And tonight, as they burst awake,
their cracking and crumbling was joined by the creaking and snapping of an iron
skin being shed. And, with one last growling yawn they were awake. On a building
below them, a lone figure also shook off the last shards of its stone skin. And
waited.
On a separate rooftop, Demona watched Castle Wyvern as well, binoculars
in hand. All she had to know was whether her child was safe, and she would be
gone before anyone noticed. The pain of her earlier transformation usually made
her scream, but tonight she had to suppress it. The process took longer than
coming out of stone sleep, and although she was very far away, she did not take
the chance of being heard. But for now, she waited.
Goliath, his clan and Myria glided down from the high parapets onto the
closest walkway that led down to their main room.
"So, Whaddya guys do on a Friday night?" Myria asked.
"Normally," Goliath answered, "we have breakfast, have some recreational
activity, go on patrol, have lunch, do a second patrol, eat dinner, and relax
until daybreak."
"Oh," Myria said. 'Reminds me of boot camp,' she thought. A few moments
later they were inside. Broadway and Angela walked to the kitchen. The rest
heard their conversation before they slipped away.
"How about steak? We haven't had that in a while."
"Steak. . . and eggs? Y'know, a human style breakfast?"
"Great idea, my love!" The others would wait in anticipation. Before
they went off to do their things (Brooklyn walking towards Myria), Lexington
noticed something.
"Myria, your gun's. . . blinking."
"Huh?" She looked at it, and there indeed was a small flashing light on
its side. "Oh, shit!" She ran over to it and pushed it. "Yo!"
"Evening, Myria," a familiar voice said.
"Evenin' Clark. How's it hangin'"
"Heh, I'm fine. Really sleepy though. I'm just tucking Cynthia in, then
heading off myself. Day and a half of no sleep gets to you after a while."
". . . wouldn't know man."
"Eh, yeah. . . huh? What's that? Oh. . . Myria Cynthia wants to talk to
talk to you."
"'K"
"Myria?" said a small, sleepy voice.
"Hey, kiddo. How ya doin'?"
"I'm cool," she answered, imitating Myria. "Did you find any more
gargoyles?"
"Yeah! I found a whole gaggle of them!"
The girl giggled and said, "Gargoyles don't come in gaggles! They come
in clans, silly!"
"No, I think they come in gaggles. Or maybe a flock? Maybe a herd? Or a
swarm?" The girl was giggling loudly.
"Are they big and strong like you?"
"Psh! They're big and strong, but ain't nuttin' like me, gurl!" There
was a pause and then a yawn on the speaker. "Go to bed, kiddo."
"I will." There was silence for a few seconds.
"Myria, are you coming back tonight?" Clark was speaking again.
"Yeah, I'll be crashin' with you again before daybreak."
"Alright. Good night."
"Night, dawg." She pushed the button again.
"Wow, what else does it do?" Lexington asked.
"Take a look, man. The safety's on," she pointed to a switch on the side
by the trigger, "watch out for it." Lexington began looking the gun over.
"Was that his daughter?" Goliath asked. Brooklyn and Hudson were behind
him.
"The lass sounds like a doll."
"Yeah, she's the cutest. Gonna be gorgeous when she grows up. She'd like
to meet you guys one day. I've known her since she was born, so she can really
keep a secret."
"I see no problem in that. She's already used to you."
"They're yuir clan, aren't they lass?"
"Heh, yeah."
"What about her mother?"
"Ah, they're divorced. I caught her bangin' some other guy, and so we
cooked up a plan to catch her on tape, for his prenup. He didn't show it at
first, but it really broke him up for a while. He's lucky he had his daughter.
I never liked that bitch he married, anyways. Thank God I never showed myself to
her, or we'da been ratted out."
"I see. A shame."
"A real ho, huh?" Brooklyn said.
"Psh! Yeah, man. Shoulda busted a cap in her ass!" The two laughed, and
Goliath rolled his eyes. Brooklyn and Myria traded insults concerning Clark's ex
for a couple of minutes, and the others went off to do other things until break-
fast was ready, happy to ignore them.
"Tonight," Goliath said once they gathered for breakfast, "We will have
double patrols to make up for last night." The clan's reaction was mixed, but no
one seemed happy about it.
"You want me to come, too?" Myria said with her mouth full.
"Feh!" Brooklyn said in a haughty manner, "how uncouth!" Myria only gave
him a look. She would control herself until Goliath said if she could go or not.
She'd smack him later. When she looked over to Goliath, he was walking over to
her gun.
"I would like for you to leave this behind."
"But-"
"We are capturing. . . lightly armed criminals," Goliath said with con-
viction, "not soldiers."
Myria sighed, "Alright man." She dejectedly put more food in her mouth.
In a few minutes they left the castle. Below, Demona was wondering if the three
witches' spell covered dying of boredom. She looked up again and was relieved to
hit jackpot. The tiny shadows high above were soon magnified to crystal clarity.
She felt only somewhat relaxed when Angela's familiar form glided by. Being led
to unknown danger by a blind fool. As she turned to pack up and make her furtive
exit, she noticed one of those dangers.
The Un-Named spotted them, too, and began to follow them.
* * *
Then clan plus one glided over Manhattan, headed to where Elisa had
asked them to patrol for a short time. Besides normal crime in the area, there
were rumors of a group organizing something major in the area.
"I remember my first patrol," Myria said to break the silence, "I was a
'Class 1', the equivalent of a private. The squad I was assigned to was ordered
to infiltrate an enemy camp and patrol inside for recon (it was a suspected
terrorist camp, but we didn't have any evidence). They had already done it a few
times when I joined them. It was my lucky day, 'cause it was the day they disco-
vered where their lieutenants were holed up. The mission quickly switched from
recon to capture and exfil. They weren't too happy with that. Damn, I was so
scared. But my body switched to automatic, running and shooting on its own. All
I could do was watch. We got out with only two wounded and I was numb for hours.
I earned my first medal, too. Later that night, I cried for a really long time.
Not only did I almost die, I killed several people. Which is why I remember my
first patrol. It was the first time I killed someone." There was a pause.
Goliath sighed. "It is. . . not easy." Goliath said.
"No, but. . . I had to get used to it. We assaulted the base the very
next morning." She paused. "I can tell now, y'know, if someone's ever killed
anyone just by talking to them for a bit and looking into their eyes. I can tell
you have, Goliath." He sighed. "None of you four have."
"Yeah," Broadway said softly. The rest were silent.
"Hudson has, too," Myria continued. "So has Elisa." Goliath lost some
color in his face, but said nothing. "Fox, too, but not David."
"Fox?" Lexington and Angela said together.
"Yep."
"But not Xanatos?" Brooklyn asked.
"Nope. . . Clark hadn't either, until last night. He's lucky. I've put
him through so much target practice. . . I had three months to prepare to kill
someone. He's had years. It'll be easier for him. A little."
"Can we talk about something else?" Angela asked.
"Sure," Myria said, "why do you people go around in your underwear?" Any
answer that would have been given was cut off when a flash of white slammed into
Myria. It twirled her and threw her down. The clan got a glimpse of the humanoid
shape before it, too, began to fall. Brooklyn and Goliath dived towards Myria.
They weren't sure if they would catch up, but they tried. They were relieved to
her wings flap and her descent slow. Goliath looked to where the attacker was
about to fall, and was surprised to see it land on a rooftop. Not crash or slam
onto the rooftop, land. From that height it should have died, but it only made a
shallow crater on the building, hunched over as if it only fell a few feet. He
turned back to Myria who had tumbled onto a rooftop and was on her knees,
clutching her stomach.
"Goliath!" Brooklyn shouted as they neared where she fell. He pointed
and Goliath saw the Un-Named running towards Myria, bounding between buildings.
"Get Myria airborne!" he ordered and began a wide loop. Brooklyn finally
landed and ran to Myria.
"Myria!" He shouted as he helped her up.
"The FUCK hit me?!"
"I don't know, but it's coming this way! Can you glide?"
"I'll try. . . shit!" The Un-Named was about to pounce on them when a
lavender blur came out of the sky and slammed onto its side. Goliath pulled up
and the hybrid went flying right into a wall, breaking through it in a cloud of
dust. Brooklyn and Myria were airborne again, and the rest caught up.
"Stay aloft and moving," Goliath said, "it doesn't have wings."
"But it can jump really high!" Lexington said.
"Yes, but that is ineffective without the element of surprise."
"Father, are you alright?" Goliath was rubbing his shoulder.
"That was a hard hit," Myria said.
"It is armored. Feels like slamming into one of Xanatos' robots." He
turned to Myria, "Is that an. . . Un-Named?"
"Yeah. . ." she sighed. "What now?"
"You're the expert on this thing." Brooklyn said.
"I got lucky with the one I fought. But my sword'll cut through it!"
She grasped the hilt. "What's the plan, Goliath?"
Goliath took a deep breath. "From the way you act and your purported
military history, I was afraid you would have tried to take charge."
"Heh, one thing a military officer knows is when and when not to intrude
in another's command. I'll follow your orders." Goliath nodded.
"Stay mobile, wait for an opening. And let's see if we can disable it
without killing it."
"It's getting up." The Un-Named was emerging from its hole in the wall
and saw them hovering in the distance.
"Spread out!" Goliath ordered. It jumped out of the hole, leaving a
shocked woman staring at the hole, the popcorn she was making forgotten. Darting
across the rooftop it landed on, it stopped at the edge and looked at its prey
gliding around. The clan was finally able to get a good look at it, and it was
just as Demona described. Human shaped, but with talons on its hands. Thick,
white, futuristic armor. Helmet covered in runes and a mask. The monster that
treated Demona like a rag doll.
"It looks exactly like the one I fought," Myria said, "definitely an Un-
Named."
"Maybe we should name it?" Angela said.
"You've been hanging around humans too long." she chided. It bounded at
Broadway, but he easily dodged it. It landed on a wall and clung to it. It tried
again but missed again. Goliath realized this enemy was not going to try the
same thing over and over for too long. It would think of something, so he needed
to, as well. Maybe it could be reasoned with? His train of thought was derailed
when it jumped towards Brooklyn as he glided past a tall building. This was a
mistake for as soon as it clung to the wall, it bounded again at an unprepared
Brooklyn. It clamped its arms around him, ready to slam him hard onto a rooftop.
"Brooklyn!"
He struggled to get out but couldn't. In a split second, he, too, got
lucky with the Un-Named and noticed a spot where there was no armor. He brought
his arms together as hard as he could on the sides of its neck. It let go of him
with a growl, but before Brooklyn could turn over to glide, he landed hard on
the rooftop, rolling a bit.
"Go in!" Goliath shouted. The Un-Named was mostly unfazed as it got up,
and saw Brooklyn down. He tried to get up, but saw it running towards him. He
made a strained attempt to get up to avoid his attacker.
A laser shot cut through the air and hit right between Brooklyn and the
Un-Named, the explosion causing them both to be violently thrown back. After he
landed and stopped his head from spinning, Brooklyn looked up at the source of
the attack.
"Shit. Demona."
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E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?
Ch. 9 "Un-Named"
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.
BTW, if you like Naruto (and you'd better damn like Naruto, is a kick-ass anime)
I have a fic on FF.net called "Blind" for your reading pleasure. Be warned, it
takes place late in the series, so read the manga or downl-uh, I mean watch the
TV series . . . =3
* * *
Sunset was a time few truly noticed. Drivers on the road turned on their
lights. As did families in their homes. Many businesses did the opposite at this
time. But recently, sunset was a time of an even more heightened awareness for
New Yorkers. More than the dangers of thieves, rapists and lunatics, many fear
the monsters they recently realized lurked in the night. "Monsters" who stopped
the thieves, rapists and lunatics. "Monsters" who protect them soon after they
shed the stone shells they don during the day. And tonight, as they burst awake,
their cracking and crumbling was joined by the creaking and snapping of an iron
skin being shed. And, with one last growling yawn they were awake. On a building
below them, a lone figure also shook off the last shards of its stone skin. And
waited.
On a separate rooftop, Demona watched Castle Wyvern as well, binoculars
in hand. All she had to know was whether her child was safe, and she would be
gone before anyone noticed. The pain of her earlier transformation usually made
her scream, but tonight she had to suppress it. The process took longer than
coming out of stone sleep, and although she was very far away, she did not take
the chance of being heard. But for now, she waited.
Goliath, his clan and Myria glided down from the high parapets onto the
closest walkway that led down to their main room.
"So, Whaddya guys do on a Friday night?" Myria asked.
"Normally," Goliath answered, "we have breakfast, have some recreational
activity, go on patrol, have lunch, do a second patrol, eat dinner, and relax
until daybreak."
"Oh," Myria said. 'Reminds me of boot camp,' she thought. A few moments
later they were inside. Broadway and Angela walked to the kitchen. The rest
heard their conversation before they slipped away.
"How about steak? We haven't had that in a while."
"Steak. . . and eggs? Y'know, a human style breakfast?"
"Great idea, my love!" The others would wait in anticipation. Before
they went off to do their things (Brooklyn walking towards Myria), Lexington
noticed something.
"Myria, your gun's. . . blinking."
"Huh?" She looked at it, and there indeed was a small flashing light on
its side. "Oh, shit!" She ran over to it and pushed it. "Yo!"
"Evening, Myria," a familiar voice said.
"Evenin' Clark. How's it hangin'"
"Heh, I'm fine. Really sleepy though. I'm just tucking Cynthia in, then
heading off myself. Day and a half of no sleep gets to you after a while."
". . . wouldn't know man."
"Eh, yeah. . . huh? What's that? Oh. . . Myria Cynthia wants to talk to
talk to you."
"'K"
"Myria?" said a small, sleepy voice.
"Hey, kiddo. How ya doin'?"
"I'm cool," she answered, imitating Myria. "Did you find any more
gargoyles?"
"Yeah! I found a whole gaggle of them!"
The girl giggled and said, "Gargoyles don't come in gaggles! They come
in clans, silly!"
"No, I think they come in gaggles. Or maybe a flock? Maybe a herd? Or a
swarm?" The girl was giggling loudly.
"Are they big and strong like you?"
"Psh! They're big and strong, but ain't nuttin' like me, gurl!" There
was a pause and then a yawn on the speaker. "Go to bed, kiddo."
"I will." There was silence for a few seconds.
"Myria, are you coming back tonight?" Clark was speaking again.
"Yeah, I'll be crashin' with you again before daybreak."
"Alright. Good night."
"Night, dawg." She pushed the button again.
"Wow, what else does it do?" Lexington asked.
"Take a look, man. The safety's on," she pointed to a switch on the side
by the trigger, "watch out for it." Lexington began looking the gun over.
"Was that his daughter?" Goliath asked. Brooklyn and Hudson were behind
him.
"The lass sounds like a doll."
"Yeah, she's the cutest. Gonna be gorgeous when she grows up. She'd like
to meet you guys one day. I've known her since she was born, so she can really
keep a secret."
"I see no problem in that. She's already used to you."
"They're yuir clan, aren't they lass?"
"Heh, yeah."
"What about her mother?"
"Ah, they're divorced. I caught her bangin' some other guy, and so we
cooked up a plan to catch her on tape, for his prenup. He didn't show it at
first, but it really broke him up for a while. He's lucky he had his daughter.
I never liked that bitch he married, anyways. Thank God I never showed myself to
her, or we'da been ratted out."
"I see. A shame."
"A real ho, huh?" Brooklyn said.
"Psh! Yeah, man. Shoulda busted a cap in her ass!" The two laughed, and
Goliath rolled his eyes. Brooklyn and Myria traded insults concerning Clark's ex
for a couple of minutes, and the others went off to do other things until break-
fast was ready, happy to ignore them.
"Tonight," Goliath said once they gathered for breakfast, "We will have
double patrols to make up for last night." The clan's reaction was mixed, but no
one seemed happy about it.
"You want me to come, too?" Myria said with her mouth full.
"Feh!" Brooklyn said in a haughty manner, "how uncouth!" Myria only gave
him a look. She would control herself until Goliath said if she could go or not.
She'd smack him later. When she looked over to Goliath, he was walking over to
her gun.
"I would like for you to leave this behind."
"But-"
"We are capturing. . . lightly armed criminals," Goliath said with con-
viction, "not soldiers."
Myria sighed, "Alright man." She dejectedly put more food in her mouth.
In a few minutes they left the castle. Below, Demona was wondering if the three
witches' spell covered dying of boredom. She looked up again and was relieved to
hit jackpot. The tiny shadows high above were soon magnified to crystal clarity.
She felt only somewhat relaxed when Angela's familiar form glided by. Being led
to unknown danger by a blind fool. As she turned to pack up and make her furtive
exit, she noticed one of those dangers.
The Un-Named spotted them, too, and began to follow them.
* * *
Then clan plus one glided over Manhattan, headed to where Elisa had
asked them to patrol for a short time. Besides normal crime in the area, there
were rumors of a group organizing something major in the area.
"I remember my first patrol," Myria said to break the silence, "I was a
'Class 1', the equivalent of a private. The squad I was assigned to was ordered
to infiltrate an enemy camp and patrol inside for recon (it was a suspected
terrorist camp, but we didn't have any evidence). They had already done it a few
times when I joined them. It was my lucky day, 'cause it was the day they disco-
vered where their lieutenants were holed up. The mission quickly switched from
recon to capture and exfil. They weren't too happy with that. Damn, I was so
scared. But my body switched to automatic, running and shooting on its own. All
I could do was watch. We got out with only two wounded and I was numb for hours.
I earned my first medal, too. Later that night, I cried for a really long time.
Not only did I almost die, I killed several people. Which is why I remember my
first patrol. It was the first time I killed someone." There was a pause.
Goliath sighed. "It is. . . not easy." Goliath said.
"No, but. . . I had to get used to it. We assaulted the base the very
next morning." She paused. "I can tell now, y'know, if someone's ever killed
anyone just by talking to them for a bit and looking into their eyes. I can tell
you have, Goliath." He sighed. "None of you four have."
"Yeah," Broadway said softly. The rest were silent.
"Hudson has, too," Myria continued. "So has Elisa." Goliath lost some
color in his face, but said nothing. "Fox, too, but not David."
"Fox?" Lexington and Angela said together.
"Yep."
"But not Xanatos?" Brooklyn asked.
"Nope. . . Clark hadn't either, until last night. He's lucky. I've put
him through so much target practice. . . I had three months to prepare to kill
someone. He's had years. It'll be easier for him. A little."
"Can we talk about something else?" Angela asked.
"Sure," Myria said, "why do you people go around in your underwear?" Any
answer that would have been given was cut off when a flash of white slammed into
Myria. It twirled her and threw her down. The clan got a glimpse of the humanoid
shape before it, too, began to fall. Brooklyn and Goliath dived towards Myria.
They weren't sure if they would catch up, but they tried. They were relieved to
her wings flap and her descent slow. Goliath looked to where the attacker was
about to fall, and was surprised to see it land on a rooftop. Not crash or slam
onto the rooftop, land. From that height it should have died, but it only made a
shallow crater on the building, hunched over as if it only fell a few feet. He
turned back to Myria who had tumbled onto a rooftop and was on her knees,
clutching her stomach.
"Goliath!" Brooklyn shouted as they neared where she fell. He pointed
and Goliath saw the Un-Named running towards Myria, bounding between buildings.
"Get Myria airborne!" he ordered and began a wide loop. Brooklyn finally
landed and ran to Myria.
"Myria!" He shouted as he helped her up.
"The FUCK hit me?!"
"I don't know, but it's coming this way! Can you glide?"
"I'll try. . . shit!" The Un-Named was about to pounce on them when a
lavender blur came out of the sky and slammed onto its side. Goliath pulled up
and the hybrid went flying right into a wall, breaking through it in a cloud of
dust. Brooklyn and Myria were airborne again, and the rest caught up.
"Stay aloft and moving," Goliath said, "it doesn't have wings."
"But it can jump really high!" Lexington said.
"Yes, but that is ineffective without the element of surprise."
"Father, are you alright?" Goliath was rubbing his shoulder.
"That was a hard hit," Myria said.
"It is armored. Feels like slamming into one of Xanatos' robots." He
turned to Myria, "Is that an. . . Un-Named?"
"Yeah. . ." she sighed. "What now?"
"You're the expert on this thing." Brooklyn said.
"I got lucky with the one I fought. But my sword'll cut through it!"
She grasped the hilt. "What's the plan, Goliath?"
Goliath took a deep breath. "From the way you act and your purported
military history, I was afraid you would have tried to take charge."
"Heh, one thing a military officer knows is when and when not to intrude
in another's command. I'll follow your orders." Goliath nodded.
"Stay mobile, wait for an opening. And let's see if we can disable it
without killing it."
"It's getting up." The Un-Named was emerging from its hole in the wall
and saw them hovering in the distance.
"Spread out!" Goliath ordered. It jumped out of the hole, leaving a
shocked woman staring at the hole, the popcorn she was making forgotten. Darting
across the rooftop it landed on, it stopped at the edge and looked at its prey
gliding around. The clan was finally able to get a good look at it, and it was
just as Demona described. Human shaped, but with talons on its hands. Thick,
white, futuristic armor. Helmet covered in runes and a mask. The monster that
treated Demona like a rag doll.
"It looks exactly like the one I fought," Myria said, "definitely an Un-
Named."
"Maybe we should name it?" Angela said.
"You've been hanging around humans too long." she chided. It bounded at
Broadway, but he easily dodged it. It landed on a wall and clung to it. It tried
again but missed again. Goliath realized this enemy was not going to try the
same thing over and over for too long. It would think of something, so he needed
to, as well. Maybe it could be reasoned with? His train of thought was derailed
when it jumped towards Brooklyn as he glided past a tall building. This was a
mistake for as soon as it clung to the wall, it bounded again at an unprepared
Brooklyn. It clamped its arms around him, ready to slam him hard onto a rooftop.
"Brooklyn!"
He struggled to get out but couldn't. In a split second, he, too, got
lucky with the Un-Named and noticed a spot where there was no armor. He brought
his arms together as hard as he could on the sides of its neck. It let go of him
with a growl, but before Brooklyn could turn over to glide, he landed hard on
the rooftop, rolling a bit.
"Go in!" Goliath shouted. The Un-Named was mostly unfazed as it got up,
and saw Brooklyn down. He tried to get up, but saw it running towards him. He
made a strained attempt to get up to avoid his attacker.
A laser shot cut through the air and hit right between Brooklyn and the
Un-Named, the explosion causing them both to be violently thrown back. After he
landed and stopped his head from spinning, Brooklyn looked up at the source of
the attack.
"Shit. Demona."
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E-mails are more than welcome...they're BEGGED for! Jeez, am I 14m3 or what?