Chapter 4
"Alright, Stryker, let's see what your options are." Quinn muttered to herself as she continued to look out at the armed men currently on the other side of the hedges, "You can either A: Remain absolutely quiet and pray they go away; B: Lead them away from Brooklyn and Goliath; or C: Walk away and pretend you've never seen these Gargoyles before." she didn't know why she added plan C, maybe it was to give her something to fall back on if the first two were too much for herself.
She sat down in between Goliath and Brooklyn, looking up at the red Gargoyle and just studying his profile. For once, she actually stopped and looked at him, from the tip of his bird like beak, to the end of his tail. She pictured his flesh form, the red skin and the white hair, she had never heard of a creature with white hair, unless they were a ghost or an elderly person. Quinn sweeped her gaze down to his chest and arms, while they weren't as masculine as Goliath's, they still looked strong and sturdy enough for a great fighter, that or someone with a lot of potential they have yet to let out and be known.
She twisted her head back towards the shrubs when a twig snap got her attention, 'They're walking towards us.' she realized with a sense of fear that passed her mind for a single instant before she got her backbone; reaching up to a tree behind Brooklyn, she snapped the nearest branch off it's limb, standing up, she spun it through her fingers for a few seconds to try and get used to the weight that came with it. She turned back to the direction the men were coming from, taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked forward until she stood directly in front of the shrubs.
Looking through the leaves, Quinn placed her 'weapon' in both of her hands, 'It's now or never, Stryker. Plan B, let's see what can happen.' she thought as she jumped out from behind the bushes, hitting the men on their helmets as she ran past them, onto the sidewalk, and continued running on the path. Upon hearing feet hitting the concrete, she knew they were all following her, "It's the girl! The one with the Gargoyle, get 'er!" she heard one shout to his teammates as she picked up the pace she was going.
She continued running until she made it to one of the decks with over twenty tables with umbrellas on them, she paused for a second to consider going in a different direction when she realized she could easily lose them in the tables. Ducking down to the ground, Quinn silently wormed her way under about five tables before deciding to look up; she saw they were still at the edge of the very first table.
They moved forward, looking around the area, for any sign of the girl with the blood red hair, "C'mon out, girlie. We won't hurt you, we just wanna talk about your little friend." she heard one of them say as she moved around to the opposite side of the table when one of them walked in her direction, slowly moving around table she was hiding at. Quinn silently stuck out one of her legs and kicked his feet out from under him, when he was down, she used her elbow and crashed it on his face to knock him out cold. When he fell, he gave a sharp yelp of surprise when he hit the concrete floor, no doubt that got the other four's attention, and by the sound of the rushing footsteps towards her area, she knew she had to move before they got to her.
Standing up to her full five foot one inch height, she turned and made a break for it, sprinting in the direction of a small path that lead off somewhere she couldn't see at the moment, but she was about to find out as she started to make out the faint outline of what could only be a small lake house next to a dock.
'The lake house!' she told herself as she ran at it, and through the door, slamming it shut behind her. She sighed in relief over the brief moment of silence, until bullets started coming at her from the walls.
She yelped as she ducked down to avoid getting shot in the head, her elbow hitting a crate of some kind. Quinn looked up at it, 'TNT. Hmm.. Now, why is that here?' she thought as she opened the crate and poured out at least ten sticks of dynamite, and about two match boxes. She opened one match box and got out one of the matches and struck it against the other side of the box, grabbing two of the dynamite sticks, she lit the fuse, disposing of the match, she swiftly jumped into the lake, diving down to about five feet deeper, she started swimming towards the two brown poles that must've been a part of the dock.
Quinn turned around sharply when there was a rather loud BANG sound, it even reached her ears under water, she saw multiple parts of wood and various motor equipment for boats floating in the water. Shaking her head as she watched more explosions going off as the fire ignited the other sticks of dynamite she left behind, she turned back around and swam the last couple of feet between her and the dock, before swimming upwards, her head breaking the water above her, she took in deep gulps of air as she heard feet walking on the wood above her.
Looking up, she saw two of the men that were following her, the must have been looking for any signs that she was still alive.
'Oh, I'm still here.' she thought with a smug smile as one of them walked over to the edge of the dock, their gun lowering enough to be at her level, 'And I'm mad as hell.' she finished this thought as she swiftly reached up and grabbed the barrel of the gun, wrenching it downwards, the guy yelped as he fell with it, into the water.
She chuckled a little bit as she dove back under and swam around the poles, coming up about twenty feet away from the dock, she got onto the shore line and started running when she saw the other on the dock run after her.
She suddenly stopped running in the middle of the sidewalk, Quinn had just then realized she lost her weapon in the explosion, 'Frak.' she thought as she heard one set of footsteps closing in behind her. Turning around as fast as she could she saw one of the men following her, stop suddenly, his hands on the gun as if he meant to shoot her, but his mouth opened slightly in surprise for some reason.
"I don't believe it... Xanatos will be surprised to hear about you." he told her, raising his gun, ready to shoot her, before he could however, she had bent down, picked up the nearest rock she could find and threw it at his head.
It bounced off his helmet, leaving a dent, he fell to the ground with a groan, his gun falling with him.
She watched it slide away from him and towards her, bending down to pick it up, she grinned slyly at him, "Thanks for the gun, bud." she said, using the handle to hit him even harder in the head, knocking him out cold, a look of slight confusion marring her features as it finally registered in her mind what he said, "And, what do you mean, 'Xanatos will be surprised to hear about me'? Who is Xanatos?" she demanded, but it was no use, the man would not answer her, he couldn't due to his unconscious state.
The red haired girl looked down at the weapon in her hands, twisting her head back around when she heard footsteps again, 'I don't know, I mean, I've never been one to use guns in fights... But, I am SO ready for this particular fight to be over.. Aw, what the heck?' she concluded this thought as the last two men ran within her line of sight.
Smirking, she aimed the gun at the men, "Hello!" she called out as she fired two shots, each one hitting them in their abdomen regions, bringing both down in mere seconds, "And Goodbye!" she finished, throwing the gun to one side when she kicked their's out of their reach and ridding her hands of the dirt they had originally gathered.
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Quinn sighed in relief when she made it back to the two Gargoyles, seeing them unharmed, "Oh, thank God." she breathed, crouching down next to Brooklyn, and spreading her legs out from under her, she leaned against him for support.
Looking down at the watch on her wrist, she saw it was almost ten in the morning, "Wow, not that long a time actually." she told herself as footsteps got her attention once again.
She twisted her head towards the sidewalk, fully prepared to fight off any intruders, but let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding when she saw it was only a jogger.
He started jogging in place as he looked at the three in the space between the sidewalk and the bushes, "I've jogged on this path for almost two years, and I've never noticed those Gargoyles here before." he said to her.
She merely shrugged at him as she leaned her head back against Brooklyn's shoulder, "Hey, what can I say? Sometimes this city has a few surprises for even the longest living resident." she told him, shutting her eyes to sleep for as long as she was allowed until her companions woke up.
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Her eyes shot open when she heard the distinct sound of rocks cracking as if they were about to break. Leaning forward, Quinn saw the concrete around her Gargoyle friends cracking and breaking off, exposing the skin beneath.
She drew her eyes to look up at the sky, the sun had gone down, and the stars were shining as bright as fire, 'Wow, I must have slept in the whole day.' she thought, shuffling away from Brooklyn's shoulder as it too started crumbling from his body.
The concrete fell away from the Gargoyles completely when they spread out their wings to shake the tiredness from them, each letting out a mighty roar, their eyes glowing white. Their eyes faded back to their original color and their wings came back in to cape over their shoulders when the last of the rubble fell away.
They both turned to look at her when she stood up, "You waited here all day?" Brooklyn asked, slightly surprised, his beak opening slightly as if he wanted to say more but couldn't. Goliath's features held the same position.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at them both, "Yeah." she said, crossing her arms over her chest, "Are you that surprised?" she asked them.
Brooklyn looked up at Goliath, as if asking him to answer; Goliath smiled, turning to Quinn, "We were betrayed by humans many years ago, this proves that not all humans are untrustworthy." he then held his taloned hand outwards towards her, "You have our thanks and our friendship." he finished with a sincere smile.
Quinn looked at his hand inquisitively for a moment, 'No one's done this since I was five.' she silently told herself as she cautiously grabbed it, marveling at how Goliath's giant hand dwarfed her own.
She smiled back at him, "Thanks, guys." she said.
I'm gonna stop that chapter there, I wanna get the next one started as soon as I can.
I know there really wasn't a whole lot in this chapter, but I'll try to get more into the next one.
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