Nope. Gargoyles don't belong to me. They belong to their respective creator. I'll finish posting this story, and hopefully it'll be ok. There's a chunk of the next few "chapters". I don't own Just Like You That song is by Three Days Grace. Sorry if the story seems rushed, I just couldn't think of any other way to do it.

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Chap: 30 Tamwood POV

The storm raged about me like it was a living thing of every feeling and memory inside my head.

I could be mean I could be angry You know I could be just like you
I could be fake I could be stupid You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

The shop was quiet, but I was going to make it echo with the things I was going through, mainly hell. I screamed loud and long, sounding more like an animal than anything else. But that was part of me. Why not be that part of me that for so long I had denied?

You thought you were there to guide me You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

Why couldn't I just forget? Everything held a memory of him! My screams fill the unforgiving silence. The families and my workers that lived there were out for the weekend. I had no worries of being found. My shop was going to be a mess, but I didn't care. I'd be 19 in a few hours. I needed to get this out so I could take my place as head of the company. I couldn't show any weakness.
I could be cold I could be ruthless you know I could be just like you

I didn't feel anything. No pain could compare to that of hat I had inside, not sound could dull the roar I felt in my bones, nothing helped. Not even when the tears streamed down my face. I felt nothing. I was too far gone.
You thought you were standing beside me You were only in my way You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
On my own, cause I can't take liven with you I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you You thought you were standing beside me You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be mean I could be angry You know I could be just like you

Chap: 31 Brooklyn POV

Oh yes. Life was hell. There could be nothing greater than what I was going through right now. Nothing. She who made me love, she who filled my entire being, was gone, and it was my fault. I hurt her till she bled; but then, she gave as good as she got. She made me hurt in a place I thought would never hurt. I roared aloud, sounding more like an animal than anything else. Why not be the thing I kept locked away from the world? Fate was not kind. I pounded the walls, feeling it crumble beneath my fist. I let the rain lash me and the wind howl around me. A storm that felt like home. I wanted to die. I wanted to cease to exist, to forget if nothing else. I stayed there for the rest of the night, only going back when the sun was almost on the horizon and hiding from everyone else in a nook somewhere on the castle walls. The sun rose, but that didn't stop anything this time. My memories plagued me heartlessly. Her laughter echoed in my ears, her smile and glowing features in my eyes. The worst thing was that I couldn't even scream let alone move. I looked back over the past few months and realized that she had been giving hints, all along. She would blush when she looked away from me. I hadn't really seen the blush though. She had stuttered slightly when she tried to talk to me. She spent time with Lex because they were friends. She didn't like him more than she liked me. Lex probably even knew that she had liked me. That's why he kept trying to get me to go to her. There was little I could do till the night came, and when the sun set I would be screaming my pain to the stars.

Chap 32 Tamwood POV

I was officially 19. I pushed myself from the floor took a long shuddering sigh and straitened up. I felt my mask slide into place and I went to find something suitable to wear. I took a very hot shower, but I didn't feel it. My outfit commanded for me to be looked at. I wore jeans that were clean and black, a black long-sleeved fitted shirt, and calf high heeled boots. I put my hair in a braid and I put on a silver ring and a very plain silver chain. The girl in the mirror didn't look like me, she looked like a Mysteria. I went and found my jacket and helmet and I went to my project. Black sleek, a monster on two wheels, it told everyone to get the hell away from me. It attracted attention. Just what I wanted. I wheeled it out and put my helmet on. I started the engine. It roared like a caged lion. I gunned it. I went down the busiest road in Manhattan. Cars pulled to the side and let me have free reign of the road. I didn't notice. I pulled up in front of the news station, and I saw people from every direction looking at me. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair.

I had reporters surrounding my within the minute.

I was surrounded by flashing bulbs and the shouts of

"Miss-!" I held up a hand and got silence. Instantly.

"You have questions yes?" they all nodded. I took a reporter at random. "You. Your name?" this man looked unnerved. He was older than me, but yet when I commanded he responded whether he liked it or not.

"Toby Riley" I nodded.

"Ask what questions you like."

"Who are you?" he all but cried.

I looked him and almost every single one of them dead in the eye. "I am Briar Tamwood Mysteria."

As soon as the first name left my lips there was uproar. Cameras and camcorders swung in my direction. I knew my face was being plastered in Times Square and on the net. I was on TV nationwide.

My reporter looked green. "What did you say your name was?"

I looked at the cameras. "I am Briar Tamwood Mysteria, and I'm now stepping forward to take over the family business and replace Mary Beth Mysteria as owner of Mysteria co-op. as of right now, I am the head of Mysteria co-op." I said it flatly and matter-of-factly.

I was caught up in a storm of shouts, questions and people. It took hours. I was hauled in for blood testing. I passed with flying colors. I was tested thoroughly passed with flying colors. My DNA was a perfect match. They could not dispute me. I was an owner of my family's enterprises. I even met up with Xanatos that day and got the beginnings of a deal going with him. Now I just had to deal with my aunt. As soon as she had seen or heard the news, she would've gone into flight and pulled in a hole after her. No matter. I would and could scour the ends of the earth, and I would get her and bring her to justice. It was nearing sundown now, and I shooed everyone away and I had the shop to myself now. I went to my private area and I felt silent tears streaming down my face. I thudded against the nearest wall and slid down to meet the floor. Numb and alone. I stared at nothing in particular.