This be the first Gargoyles fanfic I've ever written, though definitely not my very first fic. A cookie to anyone that guesses who this girl is from my life. Since you hopefully don't know me, since that would make you a stalker, these guesses will be completely blind. Holy Hell, it's taken me a long time to get this far with this character. This is the first of my many characters that I made- about five YEARS ago! I will not tell you all the many revisions her origins and very appearance went through, since you'd be sitting here for several hours. Ugh, when she first spawned herself from my twisted mind she was part chameleon as well and could blend into her background, she was art gargoyle and was virtually invulnerable. Ah, the stupidities of childhood… Wait, you don't know what she'll end up like yet... Meh, oh well, you'll find out soon enough. 'Nuff author notes for now. Remember to gimme lots of reviews since they power my evil evil soul!
Introduction
I know that when you see me, all you see are the wings and the teeth and the claws, a fierce beast, nothing more, not what I once was. I used to be like you, all pink and normal, weak and boring. Do not take it the wrong way, but I prefer this form. I like the power, the acuity of the senses and flight. This form does have its downsides though. I cannot abide loud noises and I am constantly persecuted whenever I am seen in public. I don't want to be like I once was, but I do want acceptance. Perhaps if you hear my story, you will come to accept me.
A girl walked down the busy streets of Manhattan, laden with bags. She paused and pulled out a map, frowning as she scanned it. She was short with blonde hair down to her butt. She has blue eyes and a round freckled face. She was curvy, a feature that was accented by her clothes; a black poet-style shirt, with lace on the bell-like cuffs and square neck. It laced up the front, but wasn't really open, that was just for decoration. Her jeans were dark blue. A pair of beat-up blue, gray and white skater shoes adorned her feet, looking slightly out of place. She muttered to herself as she read the map. After a moment, she crammed it into a bag and continued along. She didn't notice a black van parked a short distance away begin to follow her again.
It was now much later in the day and tourists like her were hurrying back to their hotels before sunset. The girl was tired now and was also starting back to her hotel. In order to reach it as quickly as possible, she had to pass through a poorer section of town. This was when the black van that had been her constant companion throughout the day made its move. The girl was crossing a broad, empty street when she noticed the van rapidly overtaking her. She increased her pace when suddenly, it swerved towards her, a door opening in its side like a dark mouth. She uttered a brief scream and ran, but it was suddenly beside her. Hands reached out to pull her in, one giving her a rude squeeze. She shrieked and flailed blindly, but something stabbed into the space between her neck and shoulder, a different darkness quickly enveloping her.