Chapter III
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gargoyles, The TMNT or any characters there in. Nor do I own anyone's opinions or takes on these characters. This is simply my view on certain characters, and any semblance to other fanfics is completely unintentional.
Note: Forever Alone is the third fic in my gargoyles/TMNT series which will soon split into a co-authored fic world (run in fear!). This happens 5/97, after 'The Logic of Dreams' and 'Alone'. This fic will be going up slowly, as I managed to loose my original draft of this fic and have to re-write it and still make sure I stay true to my 'timeline'.
Please also note that I am writing the Wyvern clan and their allies slightly out of character on purpose, it's vital for the next saga of this series. Also, I LOVE April and Don, but find them both almost impossible to write, hence their low level of appearances.
For more info, read the Author's Notes at the end of each chapter
And yes, I'm still trying to figure out the accents of the characters WITH accents.
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"Ya know... Help would be much appreciated over here!"
"Yeah, yeah, quit yer whinin', Case," Raphael muttered, even as he dove forward to tackle one of the Foot ninja away from Casey, which gave the vigilante the space he needed to swing out with his baseball bat, the blow snapping the ninja's head back and causing him to crumple to the ground in a limp pile of black cloth.
"Well, we found tha Foot... Now why don't we ask'em nicely what they're up ta. Maybe they'll be nice an' tell us."
Raph glanced back over his shoulder at Casey, then returned his attention back to the Foot ninja he was currently fighting. A quick move with his sai disarmed the ninja, and the following dragon kick took the black clad human out of the fight and awareness. "Sounds plausible, given how stupid dese goons are. Leave one 'er two of em awake, will ya?"
"Me? Why don't you airhead?"
"Because I'm better at KOin' an' killin' em den you, buttwipe!"
"Chromedome!"
"Dumbass!"
"Elf-lips!"
"Hey! Would you two shut it before I shut it for you?!" one of the Foot ninja snapped in a heavy French accent.
"Freakin' Freak!"
With a wordless growl, severely pissed off at the caviler attitude of his opponents, the ninja leapt at Raphael, katana drawn and ready.
...Only to end up being cloths-lined by Casey's hockey stick. The hockey masked human and bandanaed turtle stared at the downed foe. Raph clucked his tongue and shook his head in mock dismay. "Pitiful. Ya'd think dat dey'd have a LITTLE more pride."
Casey shrugged while dodging a double-pronged attack from two of the remaining Foot ninja. "Eh, whatta expect? ...Hey, what letter were we on?"
"Uhhhhh... 'G'."
"Gackface!"
"Hosebrain!"
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Brooklyn wreathed in his opponents grasp, eyes glowing so bright a blue-white that you could make out some of the details of the blue-clad humans cloth-covered armor and KKK like masks. 'I cannot BELIEVE that I fell for a TAPE recording of someone calling for help! ...By the dragon, what gives?! How can a human be this strong? Is he wearing battle armor like Xanatos' or something?!'
One of the humans, wearing a slightly different mask than the others leveled a gun at him. "Who would have thought that I would have managed to capture you, demon? You and that other one. YOU'RE the reason my brother is trapped in a wheelchair!"
Brooklyn stopped struggling for a second and stared blankly at the human in front of him. "...WHAT?!" he demanded as he tried to work his arms free. "What are you TALKING about? Who are you people?!"
"We are the Quarrymen, and it is our sworn duty to stop you monsters!" one of the Quarrymen snapped. He paused as Brooklyn stared at him oddly, as if he recognized the voice or the speaker.
"Quarrymen? What kind of stupid name is that?"
Jon Canmore, now calling himself John Castaway, smiled beneath his mask and aimed his gun, point-blank, at Brooklyn's chest. "It's all over now, beast."
The 'beast' in question started to shift his weight, then suddenly froze and smiled viciously, eyes flaring. With a sudden viciousness, he slammed his foot down onto his human capture's, putting all of his strength behind the move.
The rewards of his action were the sound of most of the bones in the human's foot breaking, and said human loosing his grip on the gargoyle. Brooklyn quickly dove to the side, barely evading the dart as the leader of the 'Quarrymen' fired at him.
The brown-red gargoyle raced forward and shoulder slammed the leader in passing, then paused to glance over his shoulder. That was a mistake, for the second he stopped moving, the other Quarrymen mobbed him.
A shadow suddenly raced by overhead, knocking one or two of the humans off Brooklyn before vanishing back into the night.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Brooklyn lashed out with his feet, sending two of his captors on a short flight and giving him the leverage he needed to lunge to his feet and throw the rest of his captors off. He staggered and closed his eyes as the pain in his wing flared to agonizing life, but a second later he pulled himself together and forced himself to take off running on all fours again, following the ill lit path as he tried to find a way to get clear of his foes and the shots that slammed into the ground and foliage around him. Spotting possible salvation up ahead he put on some more speed, scrambling up a tree and then leaping out onto the wind's back.
Salvation?
Well, if blinding, agonizing, pain, followed by a landing that would make an albatross wince is salvation, then that IS what Brooklyn had managed to find in abundance.
Groaning deep in his chest, Brooklyn pushed himself to his feet, then yelped and forced himself to start running again as a shot slammed into he ground mere inches from him.
As the injured gargoyle ran, the Quarrymen slowly began to close the gap between themselves and the white-haired demon. Beneath his mask, the Quarrymen that had named the group to the gargoyle frowned as Brooklyn suddenly paused and looked back over his shoulder, then started running again, but now on two legs, rather then four. It was if the gargoyle WANTED to insure that the Quarrymen wouldn't loose track of him. 'What the hell are you up to, Brooklyn?' he demanded in his thoughts. 'What are you planning now?'
The brown-red gargoyle raced through the light tree cover, ducking and dodging among the trunks, branches and brambles, trying to insure that there was always a bit of cover between himself and his pursuers.
As he suddenly burst out of the woods, he staggered back and pace and flared his wings as the air was suddenly filled with screams. Looking up, he realized that he'd run right out into the open, where the humans working at cleaning up a cafe that had closed down for the night were now panicking at the sight of him. "Oh, that was bad move on my part... heh, sorry?" The Manhattan clan second-in-command backed up a pace or two, raising his hands to try and calm the panicking workers. "So much for not letting the humans see us. GREAT move, Brooklyn.' "I'm not here to hurt you," said aloud. "I-ARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!" with a scream of pain, the brow-red gargoyle was pitched forward as a bullet tore its way through the flesh of his shoulder. Landing hard on his side, he partially curled up for a moment, hand clenching over the injury.
After a glance over his shoulder, Brooklyn staggered to his feet, still holding his shoulder as he half staggered, half ran, into the milling crowd of cafe workers, panicking them even more. Reaching the relative safety of the tables and overturned chairs, Brooklyn ducked down and used the tables as cover to hide himself from his foes while he caught his breath. Glancing at his shoulder, he winced and gritted his teeth, then looked around for something to wrap his injury in. Seeing a tablecloth lying a few inches in front of him, he quickly grabbed it up, then ripped it into strips.
As he knelt there, binding his shoulder as best he could and trying to catch his breath, Brooklyn's ears perked up as he thought he heard, ever so faintly, the sound of a gargoyle growling in the sparse woods the Quarrymen had so recently chased him out of. He almost got to his feet before he caught himself. 'No... No stay put. There's no way to be certain if that's not just another tape recording or the like.' Finishing the bindings on his shoulder, Brooklyn glanced around, then ducked even more and tried to quiet his breathing as he saw that the Quarrymen had made an appearance, slowly stalking through the disarrayed tables and chairs, obviously searching for him. Ducking even lower, Brooklyn did a quick foot count through the legs of the tables and chairs, then blinked and counted again as he came up with six humans, rather then the expected ten. 'Damn. Of all the times for these idiots to start planning rather then just 'hunting' and reacting. Alright, two answers to this. First and most likely, the other four are hiding somewhere, waiting for me to make a move. Second and REALLY friggin' unlikely is that my note-writer took the remaining four down.' As the blue-garbed humans neared his hiding place, Brooklyn shifted so that he was better hidden under the table.
"Any sign of the demon yet?" the differently masked, obviously leader, Quarryman called out, making Brooklyn glance in his direction again. There it was once more... there was something... familiar about that man's voice. As the other five humans called out their various answers, Brooklyn ended up snapping his head around again at yet another familiar voice. 'It... can't be. He wouldn't betray us like this... No. It just has to be someone that sounds like Matt, that's all. You've got enough on your plate as it is, Brooklyn, don't add trouble that you don't need.'
Snapped back to reality by a footstep, Brooklyn watched grimly as one of the humans walked within a foot or two of him. 'NOW!'
Like a whip, a brown-red tail snacked out, knocking the Quarryman's feet out from under him. A fist colliding with his face insured that he wouldn't be waking up anytime this evening.
"There he is!"
"Dart him! NOW!"
"Aye, Mr. Castaway!"
The gargoyle roared in rage as the Quarrymen prepared to fire, spinning around and throwing a set of tables in their direction, forcing them all to duck and cover and giving the white haired 'demon' the time he needed to race into the woods.
"After him!" Castaway shouted. "Don't let the demon escape!"
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I hope I haven't confused anyone TOO badly. This stuff will actually be mentioned in the stories as it goes on, but I'm keeping this here so people can get a quick summery of the history in 'my' realm. The year is currently 1997. The Goliath Chronicles did NOT occur here. The gargoyles portion of this fic-series goes off on a parallel course after Hunter's Moon. The Quarrymen do exist, as does the P. I.T. crew, however, most of the human populace think the gargoyles were just an elaborate hoax, someone creating robots again in the shape of monsters. The remainder of the public is torn between hating or loving the gargoyles... and just wanting them to go away. Jason Canmore has joined the CSI. He's still in a wheelchair, but he's enjoying the desk job (more or less) he has in the laboratory and is slowly proving himself to be a trustworthy. Robyn Canmore has been given parole and is job hunting and Jon is still MIA (actually, he's in charge of the Quarry men under the assumed name John Castaway).
On a side note, in the last chapter, the shadowy figure that cast that strange spell got a cameo... or at least a reference. Anyone care to wager who it is?;)
For those of you that came in late; yes, Brooklyn is acting aggressive in this fight, however, please note that it is him vs. 20 odd Quarrymen, plus, he's fighting a depression, and people with a depression are usually very aggressive when they find an outlet. Also, yes, the clan is acting a bit odd towards Brooklyn, but I did that on purpose;). Pay close attention to how the clan, Fox, David, Owen, Elisa and the Mutates treat Brook... again, it's going to be vital in the Exile saga...
I'm using the new TMNT TV series for this crossover (primarily because it's following the comics, but I like the gadgets and tone of it a bit better then the comics... Never thought I'd say that) Since the show isn't over yet, I'm using what has occurred so far in the series and mixing it up with the comic book history, first and second movie and my own imagination. The new series seems to be taking place in 1995 (cell phones, DVDs, etc) The Purple Dragons are a bit more like the gang we see in the first NT movie. There's a silent crime wave going on as the Purple Dragons recruit teenagers and teach them the basics of breaking and entering, pick-pocketing, etc. The better fighters in the Purple Dragons are being taken in to be taught ninjitsu. Tatsu (yes, the grunting guy from the movie;) is in charge of training the foot, while Hun is in charge of their deployment. The Purple Dragons aren't aware of who they're working for, so even if the police break them up, there's no way of connecting the crimes to Oroko Saki, the respected business man.
No, the gargs and turtles aren't really aware of each other. In the comics and new series, most of the turtles actions are happening very quickly topside, inside buildings, or underground, while the 'Gargoyles' action occurs in hard to reach places, on top of secluded buildings, or in midair. The odds of the gargoyles or police realizing that there is a 'Foot' clan are somewhere between very low and flat out impossible.
In the year since Hunter's Moon and Logic of Dreams/Alone, Demona has gone seemingly MIA and has done nothing illegal or genocidish, so though Elisa, Matt and the others are watching Nightstone Inc, there's nothing for them to find. Leo and Raph have been getting a bit more aggressive towards each other, but it has yet to reach a head. Goliath is following the route he seemed to be taking in the Goliath Chronicles and is pushing for the clan to take on more human customs and let the public know about their presence. Meanwhile, also following his GC 'path' Brooklyn seems to be resisting the changes, and openly disagreeing with Goliath about revealing their presence. Or at least, that's my take on the circumstances;)
And yes, Splinter STILL kicks ass;)