I don't own Disney's Gargoyles. Only the nameless humans are mine. This takes place after the series' finale.
Chapter One- Tested
Dominique Destine, aka Demona, looked at the syringe in her hand with triumph. She had perused her company's files to locate the notes on Sevarius' carrier virus which turned out to be on a separate computer and with those notes, had duplicated it. She then extracted some and added her gargoyle blood to it in addition to a binding agent. She now had a formula designed to turn a human into a gargoyle at night. It wasn't exactly what she really wanted to do, but it would do to see if it worked before moving on to her master plan.
It has been two months since the clan saved a train full of humans and the Quarrymen had been exposed as the true villains. It would seem like an age of understanding between humans and gargoyles, but Demona didn't believe that; she had once thought a golden age had come hundreds of years ago, but it turned out to be a lie. She truly believed that not all of Manhattan were accepting of her kind and knew that if all humans became gargoyles at night, then true understanding would occur.
I need a test subject first. If this single infection works, then I will work on a contagious version that can be passed through bare skin contact. The virus will spread quickly through the city and beyond as the tourists leave and infect those they come into contact with. Eventually, all humans will end up infected.
A knock sounded and Dominique secreted the syringe up her sleeve. "Yes?" she called.
"Your pardon, Ms. Destine," her secretary said as she opened the door. "A Detective Bluestone is here to see you."
"Send him in and you are free to leave," she replied, keeping the glee out of her voice. The timing was perfect as she would have time to inject the formula into the detective before night fell. If it worked, there would be two gargoyles in the room.
She switched off the room's cameras just as Matt entered. "Detective," she said coolly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I know you're short on time, Demona, so I'll get right to the point," Matt said. "It's about an invoice for chemicals that you've ordered. My boss thinks that they are of a suspicious nature and told me to investigate."
"Really?"
Matt leaned over the desk. "You wouldn't be trying to create another killer virus, would you?"
"That is the last thing on my mind. I do want the death of your kind, but I do not attempt plans that have already failed and besides, one of the pieces of the spell was destroyed." She stood and came around to Matt's side, the syringe sliding unseen into her hand. "Now, as you have pointed out, I am short on time, so I would appreciate it if you would leave." Dominique gripped the syringe firmly as Matt turned to leave and then she sprang into action. She seized his arm and jammed the syringe into it, the contents flowing into his body.
Matt cried out and yanked the syringe out before turning to see Dominique entering a hidden room. He hurried after her, the door sliding shut behind him. "What did you just do?" he demanded. "Assault is a crime and especially on a police officer."
"Yes, I know," Dominique said smugly as she slipped off her shoes. "But gargoyles are not subject to your laws. What I just did was inject you with a formula that will turn you into a gargoyle every night. Eventually, every human will be gargoyles at night and a true acceptance between our kinds will be achieved."
Matt thought Demona was insane. Turn all humans into gargoyles with him as a test subject? A sudden throbbing sensation went through his body and he cried out at the same time Demona did. Matt groaned as his body enlarged and his muscles grew bigger. His skin turned a tan color as his fingers went from five to four before becoming claws.
He felt his shoes tear apart and his clothes as well as he felt pain in his back, tailbone, and skull. He gave a roar that sounded when Demona screamed, both signaling the end of their changes. Matt looked into the window in front of him and his reflections was shown perfectly.
He was indeed more muscular with a larger body to match it. His wings were shaped like Goliath's, but the insides were a deeper tan than the rest of him. He had a pair of horns like Brooklyn's and his hair had lengthened as he could feel it tickle his shoulders. A tail with a rounded end laid beside one of his taloned feet, torn socks clinging to them. He could hardly believe it: He had turned into a gargoyle.
"Perfect," Demona commented as she looked him up and down. "It worked perfectly."
"And if it hadn't?" Matt snapped.
"Then nothing would have happened and it would be back to the drawing board. Instead, I can move on to designing a formula that will be contagious." Demona bared a sadistic smile as she slid open the window and glided away.
Matt watched her leave, feeling a range of emotions. He was angry that he had been changed, though a gargoyle is cool. He also felt sick at the thought of a contagious virus affecting the world the way he had.
"I have to warn someone and Xanatos is the obvious choice. The problem is that I can't just drive over and walk in. Gargoyles may be accepted but not by everyone and I don't look a thing like myself except my hair color and voice. I'll just…glide over and explain everything."
He gathered his tattered clothing and shoes and approached the still open window. He looked down and then took a step back. Whoa, that's a big drop. He shook his head. Easy, Bluestone. You've got wings. You can do this. He went back to the window, spread his wings, and leaped into the air.
The currents filled his wings and lifted him up above the buildings. He gave a soft gasp as he floated in the sky. He had been carried by Goliath before so he knew the awe of seeing the city from the sky, but not this high up. He looked around, spied the Eyrie Building, and headed for it.
He soared up through the clouds and toward the castle. He saw Goliath in the courtyard and, as he got closer, he saw Elisa was with him. Matt couldn't halt his descent and stumbled as he landed.
"Who are you?" Goliath asked as Matt straightened and turned to them.
"It's me. Matt," he replied.
Elisa gasped. "Matt? How…what happened?"
"I was confronting Demona over an invoice of suspicious chemicals that came to the Captain's attention and wanted me to look into it. When I was leaving, she jammed a syringe in my arm. It contained a formula that she admitted will turn me into a gargoyle every night."
"Why you?" his partner asked.
"I was a convenient guinea pig. She plans to create a contagious version to affect all humans. She spoke of achieving true acceptance by doing this."
"True acceptance? You mean peaceful existence between humans and gargoyles?" Elisa asked.
"That seems to be her motive. I wanted to warn Xanatos about her intentions."
"We will go with you," Goliath stated.
Matt nodded as he headed inside with Goliath and Elisa behind him. He knew that it was too late for him to be cured, but he could do what he could to prevent the rest of the world from being infected.
Elisa stared at Matt's back, finding it hard to believe that this was her partner but his voice proved it was. Demona used him to test a serum out and now she plans to unleash a contagious virus on the world that will turn every human into gargoyles at night. She can't be allowed to succeed and we'll make sure she doesn't. Elisa inwardly nodded as the trio entered Xanatos' office.