You know what I just noticed? I forget to add the fact that kittyluv is beta on this story as well. Shame on me! Well, she is and I must say thank to her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gargoyles.

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It was well past dark when Lincoln left Elisa's. She had already left for the night, telling him that she'd let the clan know where he was. He flew over the city just watching the people. He in a way longed to see if they would welcome him, but all of the nasty press the gargoyles were still getting held him back. He knew though, that they would never welcome him. Goliath maybe, or Angela, though who knows when she was coming back. Ever since she found out that she had latent powers she had been hopping back and forth between Avalon and Manhattan. Maybe even welcome Lexington and Broadway. But not him or his father. They looked too different.

It wasn't fair, he thought childishly. The clan tries to teach me to fight, but when I do they say no. Their way.

He bared his teeth and flew out toward the industrial parks and abandoned factories. With keen eyes, he scanned the horizon. A cat-like scream behind him made jerk in midair with surprise. He looked around and saw in the distance a large winged shape fighting in the air. He moved closer, thinking it was one of his clan. Just as he got closer it was suddenly wrapped in a net.

"Aaaaiiieeee!" the figure fell down into a dark alley.

Even having the best eyesight of the clan didn't help as he tried to see where it landed. Lincoln let out a curse and dropped down into the alley.

When he landed right away he was hit in his back. He let out a grunt and swung around to push the man down. In the process his tail hit another which incidentally held a taser-like wire that was connected to the net the held the gargoyle.

With the electricity from the wire to the net off, the gargoyle shredded the net like tissue paper.

The gargoyle backed toward Lincoln as they found themselves surrounded by six men. Lincoln had never actually had to fight for his life. And even now he knew that he had no chance. He may have been evenly matched with one full-grown man, but not six! Not even three, if the other gargoyle could take on three. And the fact that they all were pointing guns at them didn't help. So he switched to something he was good at. Defense.

He crouched down and whipped his furred tail back and forth. His oversized wings rose and spread out in a flare. His eyes turned the bluish white and he pulled his lips back over his three-inch teeth that showed even when his mouth was closed, but when his mouth was opened wide the effect was a lot like a saber tooth cat. A low rumble started in his chest and ripped through his throat and came out as a nearly supersonic screech. The humans winced and Lincoln felt a sharp pain in his chest. Instead of the pallid and feeble silvery spark that happened sometimes, a true burst of blue electric bolt shot from his whole body and struck one of the humans. His body jerked in the frantic dance of one having more then 10,000 bolts of electricity running through their body.

The next thing that seemed to happen was that in the dance of the electricution, the gun went off. The two gargoyles threw themselves to the dirty ground. The night was filled with screams.

Lincoln slowly realized that the screams had stopped. He and the other gargoyle stood up. He looked around at the six men that had been pointing guns at them only seconds before. At least two of the men were dead with hamburger where their heads should have been, three others had various holes in their bodies and the one that Lincoln had hit with the electric bolt was fried and still smoking.

He winced and turned to the other gargoyle. It was then he noticed that it wasn't one of his clan members. It was someone that he had been told many times that she was crazy and dangerous.

Her red hair and brilliant blue skin gave her away.

"Demona."