Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gargoyles characters portrayed in this story, except for Adam Maza. All others are owned by those geniuses over at Disney.
And, in the case of this particular episode, the title is taken nearly directly from one of my favourite movies of all time, "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". The only similarity between my story and the movie is the time travelling factor. All other similarities were included out of love and respect for this classic movie, and classic theme. As always, please don't sue me. Pretty Please?
SEASON 2:
5—Lex and Brook's Excellent Adventure
September 16, 1997, 10:20pm
Another night began in Manhattan, and the clan awoke to another night of patrols.
Brooklyn came back from patrol to find Lexington looking worn out on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the Great Hall.
"What happened with you?" Brooklyn asked. "It looks like you were run over by one of the Steel Clan or something..." The concern was slight in his voice. Lexington looked up from the television.
"Bad night. I nearly got killed tonight because I'm so small." He said downheartedly. Brooklyn shook his head, and took a seat beside Lexington on the sofa.
"Tell me about it, bro." He inquired gently.
"Well, this thug was trying to mug this teenaged girl when I stepped in. He was massive. I tried to fend him off, but he kicked the crap out of me. Finally, before the thug decided to whip out his gun, Goliath and the others showed up and saved me. I suck." Lexington said in a discouraged tone.
"Not good. But still, Lex, it was just an off night for all of us. It wasn't because you're small. The guy was just huge. Don't blame yourself." Lexington, looking downtrodden, rose from his place on the sofa, and frowned. "I guess I shouldn't, but still...what kind of gargoyle am I if I can't even defend a human properly?" Brooklyn rose to meet Lexington. He walked towards him, and put an understanding hand upon his shoulder.
"It's not how big you are, Lex. It's how you handle yourself. Hey, how about we go to the 5th floor to check out the new computers Xanatos had installed the other day. I bet that would cheer you up..." added Brooklyn optimistically. Though technology wasn't his thing, he'd do it to cheer his rookery brother up. Lexington's expression lightened greatly. "Yea, ok. That sounds good."
Once downstairs, Brooklyn and Lexington used the card key that David had issued them to open the central computer room door. Lexington's eyes darted from computer system to computer system, trying to drink in all that the sights before him had to offer. He looked over at Brooklyn.
"This room is awesome! And these!" He pointed to a large black computer system. "These look like Pentiums! Cool!" He exclaimed, like a kid in a candy store. Brooklyn nodded in self-satisfaction. "Thought you'd like it."
Lexington walked around to another system and was about to exclaim more praise of Xanatos' choice in computer systems when he was interrupted by a loud BANG noise. The room instantly flooded with light from behind both of them. Lexington and Brooklyn turned around to see what the source of the light might be, and shielded their eyes. Their view was just enough to see a large black hole hanging in mid-air right after the door's threshold. The hole was black, and yet emitted so much light that it nearly blinded the both of them.
"What the hell is that!" Brooklyn asked, yelling over the sound of rushing winds that came from the hole.
"I think it's a warp hole or wormhole of some kind. I saw this type of thing on Star Trek the other night. This guy, Stephen Hawkins--"
"Never mind that! How do we get rid of it?" Brooklyn asked hastily.
Lexington pondered for a moment, then, with a determined stance, turned towards Brooklyn.
"I'm going through it! These things aren't dangerous…" He said loudly. Shocked, Brooklyn watched as Lexington began walking through the porthole.
"WHAT! HEY! WAIT UP!" Brooklyn yelled, following Lexington blindly through the porthole. Neither one knew what to expect on the other side, but Lexington's rash decision to enter the hole without considering the consequences of his actions had forced Brooklyn to ensure he was alright and follow him through...
As Lexington and Brooklyn stepped within the porthole, they both felt the sensation of falling through the floor. They screamed wildly, flailing their arms, until they realized that they could use the wind their falling caused to spread their wings and glide to the bottom of wherever they were headed. Brooklyn attempted first, but his wingspan was too large, and he couldn't fully spread his wings. Lexington, too, could not manage to use his wings either, and the both of them continued to fall for what felt like hours.
Finally, the two young gargoyles came crashing to the grassy ground painfully. Grassy ground?
Lexington was the first to get up from the extensive fall. He looked around him to see where he was. They were on what looked like a country side, covered in grass. It looked like the sun had just set. There was a sweet smell of the harvest in the air. To their right, there was a large forested area. Brooklyn got up slowly from his fall, and looked around also, gasping at what he saw next—a castle larger than Castle Wyvern in the distance.
"Lex, where the hell do you think we are?" He asked, looking at the equally dumbfounded gargoyle. He shook his head.
"I have no idea, but I have a feeling we aren't in Manhattan anymore."
"We aren't even in 1997 anymore! Look!" He pointed at the castle in the distance. "Even in other cities or towns, they have taller buildings than a castle. We must have gone back in time!" Brooklyn hypothesized. Lexington silently walked a few steps towards the forest, when screams and shouts could be heard closing in on them. So as not to be noticed, they dashed into the cover of the forest, and pushed a few branches aside to see who or what was coming towards them. The shouts grew louder and louder, until they saw two young female gargoyles running on all fours as fast as they could, though they seemed to be in pain with each stride. They seemed to be running away from something or someone. Brook and Lex figured out what it was by the shouts they heard. A mob of villagers were chasing them with torches and pitchforks in their hands. Thankfully, they spoke English with a British accent that was understandable to them.
"After them! Those monsters will not get away!" One villager shouted as he and his colleagues rushed past Lexington and Brooklyn into the forest after the scared females.
Brooklyn shook his head and whispered to Lexington: "We have to help them! Come on!" He motioned in the direction that the mob ran and began climbing the nearest tree to be able to glide over the forest and see where they were. Lexington followed suit. Once they were both in the air, their keen eyes glowed white as they saw the mob gaining on the females.
"They look hurt. That could explain why they didn't just glide away." Lexington commented as they watched the females coming to a clearing in the forest.
"We can't take on all those goons," Lexington commented, looking around at them. "There is enough wind here to glide down and get them. What do you say?" Lexington asked, his eyes burning white.
"Let's do it!" Brooklyn replied, diving suddenly to grab one of the females, while Lexington did the same.
The females, one green in colour and one light pink in colour, were huddled together, their faces tormented in pain. The green female had her left hand clutched onto her right shoulder, trying to alleviate the shooting pain stemming from it. Meanwhile, the pink female was kneeling down, holding desperately onto her right knee. There was a large gash below her knee spur, from which the blood was dripping constantly. The green female examined the cut under the dim moonlight.
"The sun will heal you, Eosine." The green female assured.
"Dawn is hours away, Tachia. We need to find shelter and stop running with our injuries."
The sounds of the mob suddenly were audible to the two injured females.
"Those demons are in the forest! We must slay them! Come, brothers!"
The green female, Tachia's ears perked up and her eyes widened in terror for herself and her sister.
"Lord in heaven, they approach. Come, Eosine. We must continue running."
"I cannot, sister. Save yourself. For God's sake..." She struggled to bring herself to her feet, even with the green female aiding her in the attempt.
"I will not leave you here to suffer the mob, sister," She pleaded intensely. "Muster all your strength and..."
Just then, Brooklyn and Lexington swooped in and grabbed Eosine and Tachia swiftly out of the grasp of the angry and blood-thirsty mob that was only a few feet away from them. As the two couples gained more height, Eosine realized what had just happened.
"Who are you?" She asked Lexington, who had been her savior, while Brooklyn had saved Tachia.
"I'm Lexington. This is my rookery brother, Brooklyn. We saw you being chased by that group of angry humans."
"Thank you, Lexington and Brooklyn." Tachia said gratefully, turning to get a good look at her saviour. She liked what she saw. The red skin, the wide beak, the hint of authority in his eyes, these features made her blush slightly.
"Why were they chasing after you two?" Brooklyn asked the female in his arms.
"We were seen rummaging through a barn for food for our clan. The farmer noticed movement in the barn, no doubt, and came barging in. He was the one who dislocated my shoulder," she pointed to her shoulder where the wing limped down weakly. "And 'o cut Eosine on the leg there. Our injuries hindered our escape considerably." Brooklyn and Lexington soared through the evening autumn air, carrying the wounded and exhausted females until Lexington realised that they had yet to know where they were flying to.
"Um, ladies, where should we bring you?" Lexington asked, looking down at his precious cargo.
"Oh, dear me, we nearly forgot about that!" Eosine exclaimed embarrassedly. "We aren't far from our protectorate. Just a little further in this direction. You see those hills beyond the village? We sleep there during the day." She added, pointing to a set of three hills just about two miles off. They continued gliding towards their home in silence.
Once there, Lexington and Brooklyn let the injured gargoyles down slowly, then helped them hobble towards their clan mates upon the dirt floor. At once, one large blue skinned, beaked gargoyle and two smaller adolescent gargoyles came rushing out towards Eosine and Tachia.
"Sisters! What 'appened?" One of the younger gargoyles asked worriedly in the same sort of British accent as Eosine and Tachia. "Some of the humans in the neighbouring village attacked us while we were searching for food in a barn." Tachia replied bitterly, rubbing her shoulder.
"Tachia, we shouldn't 'ave been in there, even if we were searching fer food." Eosine called out behind her while Lexington helped her to sit down. Two of the younger gargoyles ran and got some cloth to stop the bleeding of her gash on her calf. They kneeled before her and began wrapping her leg carefully with the cloth. Eosine hissed painfully as the two younger clan mates tended to her leg, with Lexington standing by her all the while. This was the first time Lexington actually could take a good look at the injured female. Eosine was a beautiful rosy pink shade, which brought out the colour in her hazel brown eyes. She was a bit taller than Lexington. She had shoulder-length brown hair, which was swept behind her pointed ears. She had three brow spurs just below her hairline, and one spur at her wrists and elbows. Her attire, now spattered with blood, was once white in colour. She wore a knee-length skirt, fastened with a large belt, and what humans would call a halter top which grazed her midriff. To Lexington, she looked to be about his age, though the height might have given her another year or two on him. In short, he liked what he saw.
Brooklyn looked around their dwelling and noticed similarities to the rookery they were hatched in back in Scotland. The walls of the cave were slightly damp, and smelled of freshly cut grass. There was a light covering of moss hanging along the walls. Lit by a few short candles, the cave looked like a place that should not actually be inhabited.
For the first time since arriving there, Brooklyn remembered that neither he nor Lexington knew where or when they were.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys...this might seem like a really dumb question, but where are we?"
"And, uh, what year is this?"
The gargoyles around them gave them the queerest look. Brooklyn interjected before they could provide a comment that would correspond with the looks.
"It sounds strange, I know, but humour us, please."
Tachia laughed through her pain. "We are in England, just outside of London, and it is the year of our Lord, 1795. Have you both lost your memories?"
Lexington and Brooklyn looked at each other carefully and then Brooklyn replied with understanding of what they should tell Tachia and the others.
"Uh, yea, we don't remember anything."
"The last thing I remember is gliding, and then suddenly, we fell for one reason or another." Lexington added, understanding that they should not be telling these new gargoyles of their trip through a warp hole from Manhattan, 1997—at least not yet. They needed to be sure of their intentions.
"Same here, Lex." Brooklyn agreed with the lie. "So, um, we should introduce ourselves to the rest of your clan, huh?" Eosine giggled at the oversight.
"Please accept my apologies, Brooklyn. This," She pointed to the light purple adolescent male gargoyle who was still tending to her injury, "This is Edwin. And his twin sister, here," she pointed to the brown skinned gargoyle female, "This is Elaine." The massive beaked gargoyle stepped forward. "And this is our leader, Horatio." He took Brooklyn and Lexington by the hand, but seemed almost disproving of their presence there. "Welcome," He rumbled, seemingly peeved about something, but still wanting to keep the pretence up of a warm host.
"Horatio, these two saved us. If it hadn't been for them, we wouldn't have made it back in time before sunrise."
Horatio's face gave the impression to those around him that he almost didn't believe Tachia's praise of their guests. Still, he narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled noisily and said, "The sun is nearly about to rise. You may stay here for the day." Brooklyn nodded his thanks, then turned to Lexington and whispered quietly, "What is THAT all about!"
"I dunno, Brook, but maybe he's just the cheerful type like Goliath is when he hasn't seen Elisa for a few days…" Lexington smiled, and then turned to Eosine, who was still sitting on a rock. He knelt down to her level and eyed her injury in sympathy. "Don't worry, Eosine. The sun will heal that right up." She grinned, even though her leg was aching her. "I know. And thank you, by the way, for saving my sister and me." She leaned over and kissed his cheek gratefully. Lexington blushed deeply and smiled. "It was our pleasure."
Meanwhile, Brooklyn was watching as Horatio tended to Tachia's dislocated shoulder by popping it back into place. She screamed out in pain as the elder pulled on Tachia's arm and snapped something remorselessly.
"Tachia, you know that needed to be done. Stop screamin' like a spoiled child!" He bellowed after he had finished. She looked down to her feet, nodded bashfully and watched as Horatio walked away from her. Brooklyn supposed that he was not meant to see that display of bullying, but he did nonetheless, and walked over to Tachia. She was rubbing her shoulder tearfully when Brooklyn approached her.
"Does it feel better?" He asked optimistically. Tachia nodded.
"It hurts less, but it still hurts. Sometimes Horatio can be such a…" Tachia tried to find the appropriate adjective but could not. Brooklyn put a taloned hand upon hers. At that moment, he was able to fully take in her appearance. Her light green skin was radiant and glowed beautifully in the candlelight. Her eyes were the most incredible shade of green, and they lost Brooklyn in them more than once that evening. She was a few inches shorter than Brooklyn in height, but had an amazing wingspan—something any female would be terribly proud of. Tachia had high cheekbones and no brow spurs, which made her delicate-looking face seem almost human (if it weren't green in colour). Her small but pointed ears were concealed behind long and thick braided black hair.
"No worries, Tachia. I understand what you mean. As long as you are alright, and your injury will heal properly with the sun, that is all that matters." Tachia smiled sweetly as she wiped away a final tear of pain from her bright eyes. Brooklyn noticed just then how beautiful she was.
"Thank you for your kind words, and for saving us back there. I don't know where you've come from, but I know that we owe you and your rookery brother our lives." She leaned towards him and squeezed his hand warmly. Brooklyn held onto her hand and squeezed back, smirking kindly. "No problem. Uh, happy to do it."
Meanwhile, in Manhattan, September 17, 1997
The entire clan returned from patrol to find the Great Hall empty. Neither Lexington nor Brooklyn had had communicators on when they went on patrol that night, so they had no way of reaching them. They weren't worried, for they were trained warriors, and they were together, the clan was sure of it. When the sun rose that morning without their return, the clan figured they had just gotten caught away from home at sunrise—something that most of the clan had had the misfortune of happening to them at one point or another. The next evening, as the sun set, and Goliath and the others awoke, Owen Burnett awaited them at the doors to the castle. One by one, they stepped off their ledges, and approached Owen.
"Good evening, everyone. I trust you all slept well." He began, not sparing them of the monotonous greeting he nearly always approached them with.
"We did, thank you. Is there something wrong?" Hudson asked.
"I wanted to inform you all that Lexington and Brooklyn were in the main computer room on the 5th floor last night at around 11pm. Surveillance cameras caught a disturbance…"
Goliath squinted, not understanding what he was referring to. "Disturbance? Are they alright?"
"Come and see for yourself." Owen replied calmly. He didn't give anything away by his tone. He then led the clan down to the surveillance room near his office to see the video of their disappearance.
The gargoyles huddled around a 32" video monitor while Owen sat at the controls, cueing up the feed for them to see. The screen was black until finally a black and white picture of Brooklyn and Lexington flashed upon the screen. The video was shot from a high corner of the room, so only the tops and backs of the gargoyles could be seen. "The video shows them coming into the main computer room at approximately 10:36pm. As you can see, Lexington was very happy to see all the new gadgets Mr. Xanatos has recently installed here. In any case, they didn't touch anything, nor did they do anything out of the ordinary."
"Ok…I don't get it. Where does this 'disturbance' you talk about fit in here?" Broadway asked, perplexed. Owen was about to fast forward the video when the porthole suddenly appeared upon the large screen. Since there was no colour, it was hard to distinguish what the warp hole was at first. As the image became clearer to the clan, gasps came out from each member. Owen knew there were no words to describe this scene, so he remained silent, at least until one of them asked him something.
They watched in horror as Lexington dashed into the hole, followed by a reluctant Brooklyn.
"Oh no! Where did they go?" Angela cried out, nearly choking on her emotion and uncertainty.
"It seems that they stepped into a warp hole—a rift created in the fabric of time that happens sporadically in different intervals. They could happen anywhere, at any time, and they can take their travelers anywhere in the world—and in time." Owen explained nonchalantly, causing fearful gasps to be emitted from the clan.
"You don't know where they went? Is there no way of bringing them back?" Goliath demanded of Owen.
"Unfortunately, my fey expertise does not extend to time travel. I can no sooner find out where they are than bring them back myself. They are at the mercy of this particular rift in time, I'm afraid." Owen replied, genuinely at a loss.
At this point, Angela began to cry while Bronx began howling. He sensed the sadness that was pervading the room. The clan was beside themselves with worry for their clan mates and friends. They began walking sadly out of the surveillance room.
"If there is anything I can do, Goliath…" Owen called out sympathetically.
Goliath turned around to face him with the sadness lingering in his eyes. "We thank you. Come, everyone. I think patrols are off tonight." He said, exiting the room melancholically.
The clan spent the next few hours trying to come to terms with the idea of Brooklyn and Lexington being gone forever. They sat around the fire in the Great Hall remembering their best times with their rookery brothers.
"I remember the time we accidentally stole a motorcycle because Lexington just had to see how it worked. He kinda blew it up, though, but it was a funny scene. He loved gizmos like that."
"Brooklyn was a strong second in command. I'm sure wherever or whenever they are right now, they are together, and keeping each other safe." Goliath said solemnly. The clan nodded sadly in agreement.
"The lads were courageous and brave. They will never be forgotten." Hudson stated.
Goliath rose from his seat to look at the remaining members of his clan. "We have been through many different situations, but this is definitely the strangest one. I would not wish to give up hope that Brooklyn and Lexington will return someday, but the chances of that are…"
A sudden burst of light came shooting out from the corner of the room, along with four scared yells, followed by a few loud thuds upon the hard stone floor. A porthole had spit out four gargoyles. Goliath walked over cautiously towards the gargoyles upon the floor. They were still face down on the floor. The males attempted to pull themselves up from the floor to no avail. Goliath motioned the others to come and help the four strangers up. Angela and Broadway helped the green and pink skinned female gargoyles while Hudson and Goliath helped up the olive green and red skinned male gargoyles. Goliath was the first to notice who the gargoyles were that he had helped up.
"BROOKLYN! LEXINGTON!"
"Goliath! It's you!" Brooklyn replied, embracing his leader in a strong hug. Lexington was next to hug Goliath.
"It's been so very long!" He exclaimed. "You all look exactly the same!" He turned around to look at the others. "What year is this?" He asked Angela as he shook her hand happily.
"It's 1997. You went missing last night. We were so worried for you both!"
Brooklyn beamed. "Only one night has passed? Incredible!" He walked over to the other gargoyles that Broadway and Angela had helped up. He reached the green skinned female and hugged her.
"This is home, darling! Manhattan!"
The green and pink females beamed joyously. "Wonderful, my love!"
Brooklyn looked at Goliath before he could even ask what was happening.
"I think we should all sit down and explain. But first, Goliath, Angela, Broadway, Hudson, this is my mate, Tachia." Lexington walked over towards them, holding the pink skinned gargoyle's hand.
"And this is my mate, Eosine."
"Mates? Um…welcome to our clan, Tachia and Eosine." Goliath said in a surprised tone and then smiled profoundly. It seemed the youngest members of the clan had come into their own and grown as individuals. Lexington's stature had also grown, it seemed—about two feet of height had been added since the last time Goliath had seen him. He also seemed to stand straighter, full of self-confidence and assertion. No longer the smallest gargoyle of the clan, Lexington now looked as if he was older, stronger, and wiser as well. Could it have been so long since they last graced Manhattan?
Brooklyn escorted his mate to the sofa in front of the fireplace and motioned for her to sit. "There is much to tell, everyone! Come!" said Brooklyn, demonstrating a new found sense of leadership and confidence. At least, it seemed newly found to the rest of the clan. In actuality, it had grown over the 6 years away from Manhattan. At once, all the gargoyles surrounded the sofa and either sat down or stood around.
"Lex, you look a bit…" Broadway commented, studying Brooklyn and Lexington's faces, noticing the slight fine lines around their eyes, as well as Brooklyn's white back-length hair which was tied in a pony tail.
"Older? Yeah…that's what happens when you're gone for 6 years." Lexington replied jokingly. He held Eosine's hand tenderly as she sat admiring her surroundings silently.
"6 years? Where were you all that time?" Angela asked curiously.
"We lived with Tachia and Eosine's clan in England. That's where they are from. We went to the year 1795. It was beautiful. It made me miss Scotland, but it made us long to come back to Manhattan even more. There were no cars, no skyscrapers, no stoves…" Brooklyn laughed, holding Tachia's hand tightly. He looked at her to see the wonder in her eyes at her surroundings.
"This castle is truly wondrous. Brooklyn, do you think it would be alright if we went sightseeing in a few minutes?"
Brooklyn gazed over at Goliath, who smiled. "I suppose it's alright, Tachia. There will be plenty of time for catching up. Goliath, everyone, would you please come with us? I remember a lot, but it's hard to tell for sure where my knowledge ends."
"Yeah," Lexington chimed in. "We don't want to get lost."
Goliath rose and nodded. "I understand. Come, everyone. Let's show our friends the city."
High above Manhattan, Brooklyn, Tachia, Lexington and Eosine admired the buildings and the lights with new eyes. Everything brought wonderful memories back to Brooklyn and Lexington, and amazed the 18th century females. The sounds of the city streets, alive with activity, surprised Eosine, but she was not afraid. Tachia, on the other hand, was terrified of cars when she first saw them.
"Dear God, what ARE those? Monsters? Demons?" She said, petrified, reaching for Brooklyn's hand.
"Not to worry, love. Remember what I told you about petroleum-run motor vehicles—those are the cars." His words calmed her down, though she was still visibly apprehensive about those monsters on four wheels.
After a glide through of the city, and taking in as much of the city as the foreigners could, the clan returned to their home, and was greeted by an unfamiliar human to the 18th century females.
"Elisa!" Lexington and Brooklyn exclaimed as they landed upon the stones of the castle. She was not expecting such a welcome from them—Goliath, maybe…
"Guys! What's wrong? You just saw me two nights ago! What's this all about?" She asked, chuckling between their hugs. Goliath walked over to his love and put a hand on her shoulder.
"We'll explain inside."
"Where is Adam? I've wanted to see him for so long!" Brooklyn asked excitedly. Elisa pointed towards the Great Hall silently. As soon as she finished her motion, both Brooklyn and Lexington ran inside to see the sleeping child in his carrier. Elisa looked up at Goliath with her eyebrows furrowed.
"It's as if they haven't seen Adam or me in years."
"They haven't, darling." He smiled profoundly, causing Elisa to be even more confused. The rest of the clan followed the two excited gargoyles inside.
They found Brooklyn holding Adam lovingly. The child had just woken up, and was pulling on one of Brooklyn's talons quietly.
"My godson, Tachia. Come and see him. He's precious, isn't he, love?" He said, calling Tachia to him. Elisa gave Goliath another confused look, to which Goliath answered, "Soon"
Tachia, Eosine and Lexington walked over to them and smiled.
"I missed him!" Lexington commented.
"I can see why, Lex. He is so well behaved." Eosine went to touch his shirt when a small pendant on a chain slipped out from under his shirt. She took a good look at it.
"St. Michael the Archangel. This child is well protected. God bless him." She smiled and kissed the baby's hand lightly.
Elisa walked over to Brooklyn and Adam. "He is. I don't want to sound idiotic, but I thought gargoyles didn't believe in God, or at least in Christianity." Eosine and Tachia looked over at Elisa, their faces soft with understanding.
"It is not a commonality for gargoyles to believe in Jesus Christ, but my sister and I are practicing Christians. We were raised believing in our Lord and Saviour by our clan. God has helped us on more than one occasion, so we do our part in giving Him thanks." Eosine explained.
"We don't stop them from doing what they believe in." Lex added, stroking Eosine's hand. "We love them just the same." He laughed. Elisa looked at both strange gargoyles and shook her head.
"Interesting. So where is this explanation I was promised?" She said with an air of playfulness in her otherwise more than confused voice. Goliath turned to Brooklyn and Lexington and gave them a meaningful look.
"Elisa, you might want to sit down…"
As the sun rose, Demona underwent her daily routine of transformation before her workday began. She painfully changed into Dominique Destine and then walked towards the exit of her bedroom to have her chauffeur drive her to the Nightstone Unlimited building.
Dominique Destine began her morning as usual, with a freshly-made Monte Cristo sandwich and a black coffee. Blast these humans with their morning rituals, she thought. They have me craving deep-fried foods. She looked over the morning reports while sipping her piping hot coffee. The sun shone brightly through the large windows, causing the room to feel ten times larger. Dominique had gotten used to seeing this bright light penetrating the room since her first transformation nearly two years ago. At first, she had resorted to shutting the blinds, but now almost felt satisfied when she allowed the light to enter her office.
Just then, a beep interrupted her thoughts. She looked down at her intercom system on the desk and pressed the button.
"Yes, what is it?" Dominique asked in an annoyed tone. She would have added the assistant's name to the question, but she recently had to hire a new one, so she had yet to learn the woman's name.
The monotonous voice of her new personal assistant, Debbie, came on the intercom.
"Madame, I have just received the file on the Manhattan Psychiatric Center you requested."
Dominique smiled at this bit of news. "Perfect. Bring it in." She released the intercom button.
After Debbie brought in the file and left, Dominique opened it, and chuckled to herself as she flipped through the case file of one Ricky Murdoch, a permanent resident of the Manhattan Psychiatric Center since 1986. She read on.
Mr. Murdoch, 38, is a paranoid schizophrenic pyromaniac who believes he hears the voices of the dead. He has been linked to several different arson cases in and around the city, including a fire at his old high school, his previous place of employment and the home of a childhood enemy. The specific incident that served as the basis for his committal to this facility involved the destruction of a historical building in downtown Manhattan in June 1983. Murdoch attempted to kill himself, blowing the building up while still inside, but was rescued by firefighters. He claims the voice of his grandfather told him it was necessary for him to enter into heaven and see him once again. His mother and father signed for his committal on November 26, 1986, as he posed a serious threat to himself and others. Both parents are now deceased.
Demona sat back in her chair and stretched her hands out behind her head. She felt satisfied…
"He is the perfect candidate for my next phase. Thailog will be pleased."
Author's Note:
Tachia is pronounced TAK-EE-A. "Tach" is Greek, which means "swift". Eosine is pronounced A-O-SEEN. "Eos" is Greek, which means "dawn, early age" or "rosy". My knowledge of Greek and Latin terminology finally paid off!
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