Disclaimer: I don't own gargoyles or its characters and I never will
Pairings: Surprise
Rating: R For language and descriptive acts of violence
"Damn it, where's that back-up dispatch!" screamed Morgan into his police radio. Presently he was sitting on the pavement beside
his car using it as a shield against the flurry of bullets aimed in his direction. For all the good it did him since these bullets were
metal piercing therefore turning his patrol car into Swiss cheese.
"I'm sorry officer but the closes until available is still ten minutes away. Swat as well as other units are at Central Park where
the P.I.T. festival was taken place. Apparently some masked criminals entered the park and have currently surrounded it with
explosives. The attention this is getting is also causing heavy traffic which is why support units are taking so long to get to
you. You have to be strong until-
"Be strong?" interrupted Morgan "Are you even listening to me. Two officers are down, dead, and another one badly wounded. I
risked my ass to drag him back to safety. Which considering the circumstances I'm not sure there is such a thing. I and the other
two still able officers will be long dead before ten minutes dispatch." Morgan finished in a weary voice. The gunfight as well
as his yelling was starting to tire him out.
"I do understand officer; there is just nothing I can do.Please keep fighting, help will arrive." With that the signal was
cut.
Morgan looked at the radio in disgust and threw it back in his patrol car. He turned his head to the side to see how his
fellow remaining officers were doing. They were behind their own police car and seem to have worked out a system. While one peeked
over the car and fired the other stayed down reloading. They kept doing this so there would always be some one shooting. Of course
there was an obvious flaw in this plan. They would quickly run out of clips and be defenseless. The bad guys seemed to have a lot of
clips. Morgan couldn't remember a time that he didn't here the sounds of their AK's going off. Morgan then turned his attention to
his partner. He and O'Malley had been partners for two years and he liked the man. Heck, even his 6-year old daughter called him Uncle O. She had troubles saying the Malley part so she settled for O. He had shared dinners with them on many occasions. O'Malley was signal and had no family of his own. So they made him one of their own. It didn't bother Morgan that O'Malley was white. Being an
officer meant you had to protect every one no matter the race, religion, or gender.
Right now though he was seriously rethinking his career choice. Chances were high that he would die. That would mean
Jessica would now lose both her parents. Losing her mother to cancer at the age of two was bad enough. But to lose a father at a
gunfight was even worse. Samantha, his wife, had no choice in the way that she died. Cancer as of yet had no cure. Morgan on the
other hand didn't have that excuse. He could have prevented this life threating situation by simply leaving the force. He didn't,
and now his daughter would pay the cost.
Morgan was brought out of his musing by a series of bullets coming inches of his shoulder. Morgan laid flat on the ground an
instant before a series of bullets went through where his head just was. On the ground Morgan could see the robber's feet approaching
him. That must mean the other officers were busy with the other robbers. Even if they weren't their bullets would have little
affect. The robbers were wearing bullet proof vests. With that thought an idea came to Morgan. Most of their body may have been
protected but he doubted the legs were. Coming to that conclusion Morgan fired two rounds into the approaching robber's legs. Just as
he expected the bullets hit home and the robber feel to the ground screaming in pain. At least Morgan thought he screamed, it was hard
to hear anything over all this gunfire. Suddenly the fallen robber noticed Morgan and locked eyes with him. For what seemed like hours
was no more than a second. The robber raised his gun-
But Morgan already had his target and emptied his clip into another unprotected area, the face. When the gun was empty the
man's face was unrecognizable. All that could be seen was blood and dripping flesh. The AK clattered helplessly to the ground and
remained silent. Morgan gave an inner sign and sat back up. One down and three to go. Morgan took his last clip from his pocket and
reloaded. He knew the remaining crooks would be more cautious because of their fallen comrade. Hopefully that would buy him and
his officers enough time until help arrived. Even though deep down he knew it still wouldn't be enough.
All at once everything came together to Morgan. He remembered how when he first arrived he found the officers of the
first cars brutally killed. He recalled his own lack of success and his fellow officers. He remembered his frustration that this was
taking place in the day therefore the gargoyles could be of no help. In his mind he saw the police cars being shredded, O'Malley
being hit, back-up delayed. His last thought was leaving his daughter an orphan. Remembering those blue eyes that greeted him
everyday and erased all worries from his mind. He saw the birthdays they celebrated and the ones they would miss. He saw his daughter crying over his and Samantha's grave with Morgan's two sister's right behind him. Neither one could support Jessica, they could barely support themselves. He gave them money whenever he could. With all these thoughts running through his head something inside Morgan blew.
A deep dark corner of his mind suddenly burst from its captivity. It was a part of himself that he had banished long ago. It was the part of him that he was afraid to let roam free. It was the part that held his anger and aggressiveness. The part that had protected him as a kid. The part that craved to hurt others and didn't give a damn about the consequences. He had buried that part of himself after his daughter was born not wanting her to see that part of him. He buried it even more after Samantha died and the fight went out of him. Because of this he was a low risk taker and at the age of 32 he was still only an officer. No promotions for
those who didn't take chances or didn't give a hundred percent. It had seemed like the right thing to do. But now it all seemed pointless. His daughter would still lose both her parents and go from foster parent to foster parent while never really feeling at home. He could not, would not, let that happen!
Although this conservation inside his head seemed like it went on for forever only a few seconds had gone by. With new determination and fire in his eyes that hadn't been there for a long time he turned to his two remaining officers.
"Sampson, Crawford"! Morgan yelled to get their attention.
The officers looked at him but Officer Crawford was first to respond "Is back up on its way? We can't last much-
"The hell with back-up" interrupted Morgan "In ten seconds I want you guys to unload everything you have at those sons of bitches."
"But Morgan-
"But nothing Crawford, we're ending this here and now. I don't know about you but today is not my day to die. You and Sampson will do as I say or you both will be mowed down by those rotten bastards. Trust me, you do your part, and I will take these guys down." Morgan finished in a creepy calm voice.
Both officers stared at Morgan and then looked to each other. Both had known the man for a couple of years now. Never had they seen him talk and act like this. A part of them were scared of this change, but a bigger part wanted to live. Morgan sounded confident,
they didn't know what his plan was but they would follow it.
They turned back to Morgan and nodded their heads. Morgannodded back and the three officers loaded their last clips, maybe for the last time. Another round of gunfire went through both police cars but they paid no attention. Morgan's will radiated a new strength in all of them. After finishing loading Crawford and Sampson started counting down from ten preparing for their last stand.
After finishing loading his last clip Morgan closed his eyes and concentrated. He let in the dark and banished the light. The light had its use but now was not the time. To do what he must do now he must draw in the dark for strength. He only hoped that no matter the outcome he could some how bring back the light and banish the dark. Also Morgan was counting down from ten so he could go
right into action. Morgan's silent count reached zero and his eyes opened. If anyone had been around to see the look in his eyes, they would swear that they saw the devil himself.
Crawford and Sampson too had reached zero and stood up from behind their police cars and fired everything they had left. They
weren't aiming for a specific point, they were just doing as theywere told.
At the same time Morgan stood up and raced around the side of his police car. He saw the two robbers still on the street
turned their attention to his two teammates. They ignored the bullets around them and raised their guns to end Sampson and
Crawford's life. Morgan wouldn't give them the chance. While running forward he shot his whole clip into a fire hydrant five feet
away from the robbers. Just as he expected the side exploded from the impact of his bullets and the water pressure the hydrant was
keeping inside. Water burst from the side of the hydrant and right into the two heavily armored robbers just as they pulled their
triggers. The force of the water knocked them off balance and their shots went wide. Only the weight of their body armor stopped them
from being knocked to the ground.
During all this Morgan hadn't stopped moving. He ran to the thing that would change this entire fight, the dead robber's gun. He tossed his now empty gun away and ran even faster to his target.
At the same time the force of the water had turned the robbers in Morgan's direction. They saw him running and saw where he was heading. Moving out of the flowing waters path they reorganized themselves and raised their guns toward Morgan.
By some instinct Morgan felt their attention on him and dived at the gun only a few feet away. The weapons fired and skimmed Morgan's knee. He paid no attending and grabbed the gun on his landing. At the same time he turned his dive into a roll and
rolled out the way of the bullets as they hit the pavement where the gun used to be. Some bullets also went into their dead comrade but
you could kill someone only once. Morgan then came out of his roll and fired in the direction of the robbers swinging the gin side to
side. Unlike his magnum this thing could go through body armor. Which it did as blood burst from both robbers chest from Morgan's
fire. Their eyes went wide in both astonishment and disbelieve. Then they fell back and hit the ground. Their eyes stayed open even
as their bodies started to convulse. They were dead; their minds just hadn't conceived what their bodies already knew.
Even as the bodies were falling backwards Morgan was on the move again. He knew there was still one more robber to go, this
battle wasn't finished yet. He yelled to Crawford and Sampson to stay behind and wait for back-up. Holding the gun in both hands
Morgan burst through the banks front door. Once there he was confronted with a horrible sight. With a quick glance he could see
five dead bodies including two security guards. There was also a bank teller slumped over her counter. She was most likely the one
caught pushing the alarm and paid for it. Two customers were dead soaking in their own blood from various gunshot wounds. Morgan also noticed a group of people centered on an elderly couple. The elderly man seem to have trouble breathing while what appeared to
be his wife was cradling his head while shedding tears. A gentleman in his thirties was taking the man's pulse and saying something
Morgan couldn't hear. Apparently all the action had gave the man a stroke. From the scared looks of the other people they weren't too
far from having one themselves.
Morgan then turned his attention away from them and to the remaining robber. He like his friends had an AK and body armor.
Unfortuanlly he was only holding the gun with one arm while the other arm was hook around a teens neck. She was pale skin, wearing
a black skirt and a purple shirt. She too was sobbing uncontrollably and looked at Morgan with wide pleading eyes.
The robber also turned to him. "What the hell are you doing in here! I told those idiots not to let anybody inside until I
said so." Yelled the man in a very angry voice. His voice was even more intimidating by his sheer size. He looked to be around 6' 5'
and even without the body armor somewhere around 250 pounds. Going by his legs and arm and seemed like all muscle. This guy was built like a tank, and obviously the leader of all this.
"I didn't give them a choice in the matter" said Morgan purposely trying to rile the guy.
"What are you talking about cop"? Said the man clearly frustrated by what Morgan was saying, or not saying..
"Take a look at what I have in my hand smart guy. This a big enough clue for you or do I need to draw a map." Replied Morgan
with obvious sarcasm.
The robber looked at the gun and then stared at Morgan in shock "How the hell you get that. My crew just wouldn't surrender
and turn them over to you" he raided his gun pointing it at Morgan "What did you do cop, where are my people." Said the man in
barley controlled rage.
Morgan started to laugh. Both the hostages and the robber were confused by this.
"Stop laughing and answer my question. You got five seconds before I fill you full of holes.
Morgan stopped laughing and rubbed tears away from his eyes "I'm laughing at you. Any moron can figure out your men are
dead. This isn't much of a surprise, considering they had a dummy like you for a leader." Finished Morgan with another short laugh.
He knew what he was dong was risky. But the only way he was going to get this guy is if his anger made him make a mistake. Morgan
prayed he was making the right choice.
Even hidden behind a ski mask everyone could tell the robber was clenching his teeth. He even tighten the hold on his hostages
neck and lifted her two inches off the ground. He was effectively hanging the girl.
"You filthy black son of a bitch. How dare you talk about them that way. They were better than you, we all are. You should be thankful we let your kind wear uniforms."
"Oh great, another racist on the rampage. I've heard all this shit before, at least come up with something more original."
"Why you –
"You know if you're so superior how come I was able to kill all your boys so easily. That's right, I killed them all myself.
They were weak and pathetic, just like you. I mean they had to hide behind guns to look tough. You're even worst because you're hiding behind a gin and a woman. You call yourself a man, I call you a coward." Said Morgan smoothly. It almost scared him how easy it was to drop into the role of the person he was as a kid.
"I'll teach you-
"Big talk for a little man still hiding. Why don't you put away the gun and show this filthy black son of a bitch what you're made out of." Said Morgan with an easy smile as he dropped his own gun to the floor and kicked it toward the robber.
That did it.
The man roared in outrage at the words Morgan was spouting out at him. With his left arm he threw the woman aside and charged
towards Morgan with his gun in both hands holding it like a baseball bat.
Morgan congratulated himself, he had done it. The man had lost all reason and had dropped his hostage and ran at him with
uncontrolled rage. Now came the easy part, showing this guy who was really bad.
Only a couple feet away the robber swung his gun right for Morgan's face. The guy smiled anticipating hitting the cop for a
home run. Unfortunately for him he was severally disappointed as Morgan took a step back and his swing hit only air. The robber was
shocked and couldn't stop his forward momentum from the missed swing. This gave Morgan an opening and he launched a right cross to the robbers face. His fist met its mark at the robber staggered to the left. Before he could recover Morgan kicked out at the robber's
hand and forced him to drop the gun. The robber didn't seem to care and threw a wide left punch and Morgan's face. Morgan slipped under the arm and hooked the guys shoulder. Then using the robber's momentum Morgan pulled and flipped him over onto his back. The body armor cushioned the blow and the robber started to sit up. Seeing this Morgan bent down and applied a sleeper hold on the robber. The robber got on one knee and tried to break the hold around his neck. It was now a standoff between who could hold on the longest.
Not one of the customers or tellers moved during this entire confrontation. They were all mesmerized by what was going on right
in front of them. The other officers also heeded Morgan's orders and did not come inside the building. It truly was a one on one
battle. Only the toughest competitor would come out on top.
Morgan was using all his strength to keep the big man down. Still somehow the man had managed to stand up. He grabbed at
Morgan's arms and face but he would not break the hold. The man continued to stagger but would not go down. This was a battle of
wills and neither man would accept defeat.
Finally the robber went back down to one knee and his breaths became shallower. Morgan sensed he was weakening and
doubled his effort on the hold. Morgan then saw the both of the mans arms drops. He thought he almost had him when he suddenly
noticed one of the hands reach underneath his pants leg. Morgan had only enough time to see it was shiny before he let go off the hold
and jumped away. This move saved his kidney because a knife slashed n right across his stomach. Morgan stepped back even more and put one hand on his injured side. It was bleeding, but he knew it hadn't penetrated far enough to hit anything vital. He then turned his
attention to the knife wielding robber.
The robber held the knife in front of him while he coughed for oxygen and tried to refocus his eyes. "It won't be that easy
cop. Let's se how good you are in a knife fight. Of course since you don't have a knife I betting you won't do so good." The man
laughed and coughed at the same time.
Morgan simply stared at the man reassessing the situation. The man was still woozy from his hold and his reaction time would be
slow. He himself was injured but it was basically a flesh would and would hinder him very little. However the presence of the knife now
meant he needed a weapon of his own. Considering he thrown his gun away and didn't carry a baton that only left one thing he had.
"What's wrong cop, no more sarcastic words. To scared to fight a real man."
"Nope, considering there isn't one here. Since you got a knife why don't you attack already? Or is that big knife something you're using to overcompensate for something else." Taunted Morgan while giving a quick glance to the mans crouch.
The robber didn't miss the innuendo and his anger came back in full force. He charged Morgan again and thrust his knife at Morgan chest. Morgan sidestepped it, another slash, Morgan ducked, another slash, Morgan reflected it with a palm strike to the mans
hand. Then unexpectedly the robber simply charged Morgan and
tackled him to the ground.
Now the robber was on top of Morgan with a knife inches from Morgan's face only halted by Morgan holding the wrist of the knife
wielding man. Once again it was strength against strength but this time the robber had the advantage. Sweat began to come down both
men's bodies as both were fighting for their life. Sounds of muscles cracking could be heard from the exertion used in the fight. While Morgan was using both hands to stop the knife the robber still had one free. He decided to use it and slugged Morgan right across the face.
"How you like that cop. Instead of black, you're going to be black and blue." The robber taunted.
Morgan ignored him and didn't relent on stopping the knifes decent. His jaw ached from the blow but he had determined before
this whole thing started today was not his day to die. The man drew back his arm to slug him again but Morgan was prepared. He released one hand from the man's wrist and pressed his thumb into the man's neck where he knew the pressure point was.
He was right as the man yelled in intense pain and lessen the strength of his knife hand. This enabled Morgan to reach the
only weapon available to him, his handcuffs. He retracted the cuffs and jammed the jagged edge right into the man's left eye. The
robber roared in pain and rolled off of Morgan completely to cover his badly damaged eye with both hands. Morgan got up and was on the man instantly. With the pain to his eye he put up little struggle and Morgan cuffed both his hands behind his back. Morgan then
slumped beside the man and let out a huge breath, it was finally over.
Morgan then looked around at the people around him. Their faces were a mixture of surprise and fear. He probably scared them
with that fight, so much so that they never tried to help. But that was a god thing; they would have only got in the way. The man still
yelled bloody murder about his eye and swore to take Morgan's one day. He ignored the threat and thought only of what he had just
done. Even though he had saved lives, he also had taken some. Some of his actions were reckless and he would have to be explained to
his superiors. But for now none of that mattered. Even as he heard the sirens finally arriving outside he thought only of his daughter. How she would not be an orphan and he would spend another birthday with her. With that thought he had a smile on his face and
closed his eyes as he waited for the other officers to come in.
TBC
Hope you enjoyed my first chapter. I thought it was about time
Morgan got some more screen time. Also since the show made no
mention of it I made up his background and personality to fit this
story. He will be one of the main characters in this story. As
always comments are always welcome.