Guardian: City of Stone

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe, Leto, Gik'reber and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel, FOX or Disney

Summary: As a favor to SHIELD Vile goes on a mission to New York in search of a mysterious rogue scientist. What he finds is a clan of Gargoyles. HOMeVerse-Gargoyles Crossover

AN: Booyah wondered if this was going to happen an I originally said no, but since I need to do more research for the next story this one will be the official sequel. Enjoy.

Enemy

As Vile tore along the sewer lines he quickly realized that he needed to et above ground so he could navigate as New York sewers were not his native grounds. He popped out in an alley and his two passengers dropped off of him.

"I need to navigate from higher ground." Vile sniffed the air in disgust. "Man, what do they put in the food here?"

"MSG." Spyke chuckled as he used several spikes to climb the wall, while Mystique simply flew up and Vile made a single leap. "Show-offs." Spyke grumbled as he too made it to the top.

"Come on." Vile motioned, "Think you can keep up?"

"Oh, I can keep up, but can you even find the way?" Spyke formed a large pole-vault like spike.

Vile simple harrumphed as he leaped to another building with Spyke not to far behind. As the three dashed along the roofs Vile began to feel a strange sensation down his spine, like a distant fear come to life but also like a hopeless dream coming true. The feeling kept nagging at him until he stopped to peer over the edge of the building to see a sight so infuriating that he not only momentarily forgot about Leto and Sevarious, but he also let out a shout of rage he couldn't hear over the beating of his heart. Only Spyke's quick shake brought him back into time.

"Man, you ok at all?" Spyke looked at Vile oddly.

"He gets like this when he talks about his past." Mystique explained. "Give him a few seconds, it'll pass."

"Raven." Vile was locked on his target, who was scouring the rooftops to see who had called his name. "Take Spyke and find Punisher, he can disable the bomb."

"What about you?" Mystique's face flashed with worry, but Vile was already leaping over to another roof. "Ugh, sometimes he just doesn't make any sense."

"So what do we do?" Spyke asked in confusion.

"Do as he says; besides if I know the Punisher, it won't be hard to locate him." Mystique gave a faux smile.

Down in the alley ways and streets the once high ruler of the Goa'uld, Ball was very confused as a strangely distant and yet familiar voice had just called out his name. It wasn't his Earth name though, it was his true name, Baal, but he could not place the memory of the voice, it was to far back to accurately recall. After a bit of listening and thinking he concluded he had been hallucinating due to some bad food, so he moved on, that is until the voice returned and called from the darkness. This time though, it was tainted with hatred and more than anything it seemed to invite a battle.

"Do you remember my father, the man who lead defiance to your door and escaped?" The voice was proud of this fact, but many had unfortunately escaped the hands of his Jaffa during his reign, so it meant nothing to him.

"Who are you, how do you know me?" Baal called into the darkness.

"Do you remember my mother, whom you killed for hiding me?" The memory was beginning to take shape, but the voice was behind him this time.

He spun to see nothing, but he knew how to play this game. "Maybe, keep talking it's coming back to me."

"Do you remember 500 years ago?" The voice was above him, but he did not look.

"500 years ago, you should be dead." Baal chuckled, but a thud drew his attention to his rear again. He spun once more only to come face to face with a living nightmare.

"Do you remember the 'God's Playground'?" The lumbering body held the face of a boy he once sentenced to a horrible death, but it was impossible. The planet he sent the traitors to wasn't even in this galaxy.

"Yes, I remember you…" Baal's face showed no fear, though his voice trembled slightly. "But you are dead."

The form gave a hideous smirk right before a solid blow from an almost unseen force nailed the Goa'uld to the ground. When Baal was able to look he saw it was a large tail that had pierced his upper shoulder and had him fastened to the ground. With sneer of hate the Goa'uld raised his hand and with his portable weapon shot a blast of energy at his enemy, however the creature was incredibly fast and not only managed to dodge the blast, but pull the former leader upright and pin him against a wall.

"I wouldn't try that again if I were you." The creature's massive claws ripped down Baal's left arm and shredded the skin, while tearing his weapon away.

"AaaaaHHHH!" Baal screamed in agony. The once powerful ruler could hardly grasp the idea that he was loosing a fight to a mere nightmare. "What is it you want, power, money or maybe fame? Spare me; I can give you any of these."

"What I want false-god, is for you suffer the many ways that I have suffered." The creature twisted its tail inside Baal's shoulder and the Goa'uld could not help but feel it. "By the way, you can call me Vile and that Nero-toxin in my tail should be having some wonderful effects on you now, but back to what I want…" Vile ripped his tail from Baal's shoulder, the false-god was to weak to even scream now, and Vile held Baal like a baby in his giant claws. "I want you to know the pain of loosing your memories, your soul and the very essence of what you are…" Vile held the false-god closer to his face. "… and I don't want you to EVER remember them."

A sick smile spread from the Goa'uld's face. "I have already lost my kingdom and the Goa'uld are finished, as for my memories they well always remain ever last victory and defeat."

"Not good enough." Vile growled as he raised the false-god high above him and arched his tail, his eyes spoke of the hate he was about to exorcise.

"Yes, strike. End your pain and condemn your soul for killing a god." Baal sneered in hopes of inspiring fear, but Vile just lowered him back closer to his face.

"I've seen a God, and though he's not mine, I can assure you that your death wouldn't even come close to the top of my list of sins." Vile pulled the Goa'uld closer and gave a deathly silent whisper. "I killed many of your worlds. Do you remember that black plagues that swept so many of your worlds, worlds that had to be cleansed in fire? That was ME who sent them, ME who told the queens where your people were."

Baal's eyes went wide with fear as he remembered the black creatures that had mysteriously shown from nowhere and swarmed over several of his and the other Goa'uld's worlds. The infestation was unstoppable and could only be cleansed by covering the world in a wake of fire. That was not why he was afraid though, his host had barely survived the birthing of one of the dark hided creatures, and if not for his sarcophagus he and his host would have perished.

As Baal came back to time though, he realized he was once again high above the powerful being.

"Here is where my mother's death is avenged." Vile let a sadistic smile creep along his face.

"What about honor, would you not let me fight back?" Baal was hoping for some way out.

"Honor is for men, not us beasts." Vile's voice was flat as his tail sped towards the false-god's torso.

KA-BLAAM!

A shot rang out a split second before his tail reached the body and Vile dropped the false-god to cradle his wounded appendage. The bullet had lodged itself deep inside his tail, making the weapon useless unless he wanted to feel blinding pain.

"SG-C this is Mitchell, we got Baal and apparently something that doesn't really like him." Vile heard an approaching voice say.

"'Something', what does 'Something' mean Lt. Col.?" A voice asked from a walkie-talkie.

"Well, it looks like a really big blue scorpion crossed with a man." Vile stood straight up and cast a challenging glare at his new opponents. "And it looks pissed."

"Baal is mine." Vile growled.

"Hey, listen there is nothing I'd like better than to let you rip him to shreds, but we kinda need him." Mitchell shrugged.

Vile stood firm as he began a long stare down with his new enemies. Each of the soldiers accompanying the Lieutenant Colonel had an uneasy glance settled on him and he wasn't going to let any of them get a single shot off.

"Um… General…" Mitchell spoke into the walkie. "We have a slight complication here."

"What would that be?"

"The 'something', wants to rip Baal apart."

"You know we can't let that happen, use what ever force necessary to keep Baal alive."

Vile just gave a sick grin, as if to dare the soldiers to attack.

"Sir, I don't think we have enough force to take this 'something' down." Mitchell did not bat one eyelash as he spoke. "In fact, I think we'd all be dead before we got a single round off."

"Great." The voice on the other end sighed. "Are you in a secure area?"

"We're on a New York city street, so I'd say no." Mitchell shot back; Vile had to admit he liked this one's sense of humor.

"Can it hear me?"

"I can hear you just fine." Vile's voice was cold and ready for battle.

"Whatever grievance you have against Baal we will add it to the charges against him…"

"What charges, he's an alien. You'll probably lock him up in some mountain cell and use whatever knowledge you can get from him, I don't think so. Besides, this is a 500 year old blood grudge." Vile's eyes never left Mitchell, which proved to be a mistake as one of the soldiers yanked out a taser and managed to shoot it at lighting speed.

"Is that all you got in that tiny thing?" Vile shuddered as he tried to shake off the current, but several more tiny currents joined in and soon brought the powerful Xeno-Sapien to his knees.

"This is Mitchell; I'm bringin' the guy in. We got him subdued." And then there was the familiarity of darkness and his long forgotten memories.