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Gargoyles: Angel from Another Time

Year: 998
Location: Scotland

The slivery light of the full moon shined down upon the snowy grounds of the Scottish highlands. The branches of the trees were leafless and filled with snow. The weight of the snow caused a few of the branches to fall to the snowy ground. All was peaceful, at least for a moments.

Near a cave, hidden near the coastline, the snow was covered in the red blood of humans and the winged humanoid creatures known as Gargoyles. The sound of swords clanging, the splintering of wooden shields, spears, and arrows, and screams of pain filled the wintery night air.

A few Gargoyles, male and female, each one looking different from each other, take to the skies as a means to turn the tide of battle. However, the humans they were fighting against were not the usual mob they were use to fending off. These humans were Hunters, skilled in the so-called art of slaying Gargoyles.

Using crossbows and bows, the Hunters shot down a couple of Gargoyles to their deaths. The odds of the battle were against the Gargoyles, 5 to 1, and increasing with each death the Gargoyles suffered. An elder male Gargoyle, with lime green skin, graying hair, wings with 3 digits, and 2 large horns on top of his head, made his way away from the battlefield escorting another Gargoyle and a Gargoyle Beast.

The second Gargoyle was younger then the other members of the Gargoyle cell. She looked to be the age of 10 years old, when she was actually 20 years old. She had tan skin and long white hair, which she kept in a ponytail. She also had a small crest of horns along the top of her head. Her wings had 2 digits at the apex. She wore a simple aqua colored dress.

The Gargoyle beast was female as well. The color of its skin was rose red, while her underbelly was a lighter shade. The beast had 4 horns growing out of its head. The beast was as tall as Great Dane with muscle structure of Husky.

The 2 Gargoyles and the Gargoyle beast run towards the cliff. The 2 Gargoyles run on all fours for greater momentum and increasing the distance between them and the Hunters. The Gargoyles stop when they reached the cliff. The young Gargoyle looks over the cliff and turns her head to look back at the direction they came from.

“We’re trapped,” the young female Gargoyle gasped, with a Scottish accent.

The Gargoyles beast turns around and growls at the direction they came from, her once white eyes glowed red. The elder Gargoyle pated the beast’s head and said, “Easy, girl. This isn’t your fight anymore.”

The elder Gargoyle kneeled down to meet the beast’s eyes. “You have to protect this little one with your very life. You hear me?”

The Gargoyle beast made squeaking sound. The elder Gargoyle pated the beast’s head once more. “It’s going to be all right.”

The elder Gargoyle turns towards the young female gargoyle and says, “The Hunters will be coming in our direction very soon. I’ll try to hold them off until you two get away.”

“You’ll get killed,” the young gargoyle shouted.

“I’m well aware of that, little one,” The elder gargoyle said as he places his hands on her shoulders. “But as long as you two make it out of here alive, there is hope for our kind.”

“How do you expect us to get out? Where will we go?” the young gargoyle said, holding back the tears in her eyes.

“Find that gargoyle from the future. The one led our clan in the battle against Constantine. I’m sure you’ll be safe with him.”

“We don’t know where he went. He disappeared with the Phoenix.”

“Then we will have to call that Phoenix,” the elder gargoyle said as he pulls out a flute from the bag on his belt. The end of the flute had the shape of a phoenix head. The young gargoyle’s eyes stare at the flute.

“Deslegrate muri tempi et intervalia!” the elder Gargoyle shout before blowing the horn. “I don’t know how long before the Phoenix appears. So, listen closely. I want you to think hard about that Gargoyle. Hopeful, the Phoenix will take you to where the he resides now.”

The tears rolled down the young Gargoyle her tan cheeks. “Will I ever see you again?” the young Gargoyle asked in a broken voice.

“I’m afraid not, child,” the elder Gargoyle said. The faint sound of Hunter’s howling and shouting reached the ears the Gargoyles. The elder Gargoyle draws his Scottish sword, his eyes turned into glowing white.

“Don’t forget! Think about that gargoyle and nothing else!” the elder Gargoyle shouted before taking to the air. The young Gargoyle watches her elder companion fly away. The Gargoyle beast growls at the battle ahead, causing the young Gargoyle to grab her.

“No, stay with me,” the young Gargoyle shouted. The female Gargoyle beast clammed down. The young Gargoyle kept her eyes away from the battle ahead and thought about the red, beaked gargoyle that spoke as if he was from another time. The gargoyle that called his fellow gargoyles “Bro.”

She kept concentrating, to the point that she failed to notice the cry of the Phoenix as it appeared. The Gargoyle beast barked at the Phoenix as it appeared behind them. The young Gargoyle held the beast in check, while still concentrating.

The Phoenix rose above the 2 Gargoyles and began circling. The young Gargoyle clung tightly around the beast as the Phoenix lowers its flaming body to the ground. The Phoenix took the form a large flaming dome over the Gargoyles. Then, after a couple of moments, the flaming dome was gone, along with the 2 Gargoyles. The only thing left behind was an ashy ground.

Year: 1998
Location: Manhattan City

New York City was known as the city that never sleeps. These days, it had become a city of fear and wonder. Not long ago, New York City and the entire world were reminded that Gargoyles still lived in this modern day. The Gargoyles’ exposure has divided the people of New York into 3 groups. One group wishes to co-exist with the Gargoyles with people, like the former Scottish king and immortal, Macbeth. The second group wants the Gargoyles arrested, thinking that they are nothing but mindless beasts.

Then, there was the third group, who called themselves the Quarrymen. Under the leadership of John Castaway, the Quarrymen’s aim is to hunt down and destroy every Gargoyle in the world, whether they are just stone statues or living creatures.

In the middle of all this madness is the NYPD for there are a few in their ranks who have close connection to the Gargoyles. One in particular is NYPD 23rd Precinct Detective Elisa Maza, who has known the Gargoyles for over the past 3 years and is dating one of them. Elisa was young woman of the age of 30, with slightly dark skin and dark hair and could pull off Disney Princess look without any trouble during Halloween.

She sat on bed of her apartment, wearing her bathrobe, looking at 2 dresses. The first was a black cocktail dress. The other was red and backless with only one shoulder strap. Elisa looked from one dress to the other, unable to decide what to where for her big Valentine’s Day date with Goliath, the leader of the Manhattan Gargoyle Clan.

The two had been planning this for months, right down to the point of asking mystical Pock to change Goliath into a human to avoid any confrontation with the Quarrymen. But right now, Elisa wished she had a magic spell to made her decide which dress to wear. Elisa looked out of her window. The sun was almost done setting. Soon, her friends would wake up from their stone sleep.

“Come on, Elisa,” Elisa said to herself. “You need to pick one and fast.”

Then, Elisa heard a meow coming from behind her. Elisa turned to sees her black cat, Cagney, sitting on the bed. Elisa giggles, taking the cat into her arms. She scratches the cat’s head, causing it to purr with joy.

“Maybe you can help me,” Elisa said to her cat. “What do you think? The red one?”

Cagney looks that the red dress.

“Or the black?”

Cagney looks at the black dress and meowed at it. Elisa smiled and said, “Thanks.”

It took Elisa almost 30 minutes to get herself ready for her date. As she gathered her long heavy winter coat, she caught a glimpse out the window. It was dark now. By now, all of Elisa’s Gargoyle friends, including her date for the night, were awake. Elisa puts on her coat and grabs her purse. Cagney brushes himself against Elisa’s leg.

“Look after the apartment while I’m gone,” Elisa said as she heads out the door.

Elisa arrived at the Eyrie Building, owned by Billionaire David Xanatos and Xanatos Enterprises. At the top of the building was an old Scottish Castle known as Castle Wyvern, the home to the Gargoyles, Xanatos and his family. Elisa parked her classic red car at the front entrance of the building. She hung a special badge on viewing mirror of her car to prevent her car from being ticketed or towed.

Elisa walks pass the lobby desk, where the security guard was watching the security cameras. The guard nods at Elisa as she makes her way to the elevators. The guard continues to watch her as she entered one of the elevators. Once inside the elevator, Elisa takes off her winter coat now that there was no chance of her being whistled at or being offered a marriage proposal.

It took Elisa a great deal of time to reach the castle. The bells of the elevator rang up as the elevator stopped at the dining hall for the cast’s royal court. Now, it was mostly used for parties and special events. Elisa steps out of the elevator and entered the room with walls and floors made up of stone. Scottish shields, with swords and spears mounted behind them, hung on the wall. There were also tall glass windows that were indented into the wall across from her.

Elise remembered the first night she stepped into this very room over 3 years ago. It was the very same night that she met Goliath. She had hoped that he would meet her at here, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Then, the sound of footsteps reached Elisa’s ears. By the sounds of it, the person was wearing mid heel shoes. Elisa turns her head as a red haired woman enters. The woman’s name is Janine Renard Xanatos, also known as Fox.

Fox was a woman in her early 30s with athletic body. She also had a blue fox head tattoo over her right eye. Fox was also dressed for a romantic evening. She was wearing dark purple dress with sleeves that end at the knuckle of the thumb. She had her hair in a ponytail that was tied with 2 hair bands in different locations.

“I knew you would pick the black one,” Fox said with an amusing smile on her face.

“Actually, my cat picked it out,” Elisa said. This statement caused Fox to raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t know if I should be sad for you or give that cat a medal for having good fashion taste,” Fox said, while shaking her head.

“I take it that you’re not here just to make sure I’m wearing the dress you bought me.”

“David asked if I could bring you to Goliath. Puck, Alex, and Helena are finishing their work.”

“Who’s Helena?”

“My elder half sister from my mother’s first marriage. But there are times where she acts like a little sister.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

It took Fox and Elisa a few minutes to reach the royal bedchamber of the castle. Fox knocks the wooden doors a couple times. Elisa figured it was a code to let anyone who was in there that she was with Fox. 2 knocks came from the other side of the door.

“We can go in now,” Fox said to Elisa as she turned the door handle. Fox slowly opens the door, either to build up the surprise or to make Elisa even more nervous. It didn’t matter either way; Elisa was just praying that Puck and Alex didn’t do something screwy with Goliath.

“I told you that my clothes would fit you,” Elisa heard David Xanatos say.

“Pretty close,” Another voice said. The voice was deep and slight gravelly. This voice had another special feature; it made Elisa’s heart skip a beat. Elisa walks into the room and drops her purse.

Standing in front of the tall mirror was Goliath, now in human form. He looked exactly the same as the night she and the entire New York City population magically became Gargoyles. At that same night, Goliath and his Gargoyle friends became human. However, there were some slight differences from that night to this night.

Goliath wasn’t wearing his usual clothing. He was wearing one of Xanatos’ charcoal black and grey suits with a black tie that had sliver designs on it. Goliath had his long dark brown hair tied up in ponytail that was almost similar to Xanatos’ ponytail. He was also wearing a strange necklace around his neck. The necklace was tiny, gold encased mirror with a gold winged creature over the glass.

Goliath was adjusting his tie when Elisa came into the room. Goliath stopped messing with his tie after catching a glimpse of her in the mirror. He turns around to get a good look at her. Goliath’s eyes widen in great surprise and his mouth dropped.

Elisa walks up to Goliath and closes his mouth, which made everyone in the room laugh. Punk, who was now in his Owen Burnett form, approaches Elisa and says, “I take that you are happy with our work.”

“Well, I’m not complaining,” Elisa, said. “You didn’t put any funny tricks that going to go off later tonight?”

“Of course not,” Owen said. “Besides, I was being watched.” Owen’s eyes shift towards a woman, who was play with Xanatos and Fox’s son, Alex. This woman looked about the same age as Fox. She wore a maroon colored medieval dress, which was covered by violet color cape. She head deep red hair, blue skin, long pointed ears. She was almost the spitting image of her mother, Lady Titania of Avalon. This woman was Helena, Fox’s half sister.

“Don’t give me that look, Puck,” Helena said, without even turning her head to look at him.

“I wasn’t,” Owen said. Helena turned her head at Owen’s direction. One of her eyebrows was raised up. This made Owen flinch slightly, like it was a warning of some kind.

“Any problems I should be aware of?” Elisa asked in the hope it would stop a magic war between Owen and Helena.

“Just one,” Owen said. “The necklace that Goliath is wearing at this very moment is what’s keeping him human. If it comes off, Goliath will revert back to his old Gargoyle self.”

Goliath turns his head and gives Owen a pissed off look.

“Not that there is anything wrong with that,” Owen said.

“You didn’t tell her the good part,” Helena said.

“What good part?” Elisa said confused.

“If the necklace is worn by a human, they would transform into a Gargoyle,” Helena said.

“So, if you two decide t--.” Owen started to say before Helena sealed his mouth shut.

“I do apologize. Sometimes Puck has a dirty mind,” Helena said. Alex starts giggling at Owen’s dilemma. Owen gives Helena the evil eyes.

“Goliath, I think we should get going,” Elisa said with great urgency in her voice.”

“I agree,” Goliath said. “If you’ll excuse us.”

“You better move quickly,” Xanatos warned.

Elisa and Goliath hotfooted out of the room before Owen, now changed back into Puck, and Helena went into battle. They could hear grunts and crashes as they walked back to the main dining hall.

“I’m glad we’re out of there,” Elisa said.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Goliath asked.

“I’m sure it will end,” Elisa said. “If they piss Fox off pretty good.”

Whistling reached Elisa and Goliath’s ears. They turned around to see Brooklyn and Katana standing behind. Brooklyn was red colored with beak face, white hair, and two horns on his head. He wore an eye patch over his left eye. He wore armor that he had gotten during his 40-year journey through time. He cared a couple of swords and had a gun mounted on his right shoulder pad.

Katana was Brooklyn’s mate. She too had a beak, but is short then Brooklyn’s. Her skin was aqua. She had jet-black hair and two horns that bent upwards at the end. She wore a yellow kimono with long sleeves with short furi, which meant that she was married. She had an orange sash around her midsection. Hanging on this sash were her 2 tessens, or war fans, and her wakizashi. A sheathe on Katana’s back held her katana sword.

“You look good, Elisa,” Brooklyn said.

“Thanks, Brooklyn,” Elisa said. “Any of you guys have any plans for tonight?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Brooklyn said. Turns to his mate.

“I’m afraid not,” Katana said with her Japanese accent. “Right now I’m concerned about our egg. It’s reaching the time for it to be hatched.”

“I wondered how Nashville feels about being a big brother,” Elisa said.

“He’s seem distracted these past couple of days,” Brooklyn said.

“About what?” Goliath asked.

“I wish I knew,” Brooklyn said as he shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ve tried to get him to open up, but he is quiet stubborn at times,” Katana said.

“Just like his father at his age,” Goliath said. Brooklyn rubs his head, like he was trying to remember being Nashville’s age. This made Elisa and Katana giggle.

“Maybe, Brooklyn should try to talk to him,” Goliath said.

“I’m not sure what to say to him,” Brooklyn said.

“I’m sure you’ll find the answer to that when the time is right,” Goliath said.

An blue skin, Gargoyle beast, with 3 spikes on his back, bat wing ears and 2 horns growing on top of its head run towards the group. The Gargoyle beast known as Bronx, stops dead in his track, while barking his head off.

“What’s the matter, Bronx?” Elisa asked. Bronx continues to bark. An elder, tan skin Gargoyle named Hudson runs down the hallway.

“Nashville is gone,” Hudson said while catching his breath.

“What?” Brooklyn shouted.

“Me, Bronx and Nashville were in the living room watching the TV,” Hudson started off speaking. “I turned my back to grab the TV Guide book and the lad was gone.”

“I’m going to out to Gargoyle Harlem to look for him,” Brooklyn said.

“He couldn’t have gone far,” Elisa said.

“I help with the search in the castle,” Katana said.

“Us too,” Goliath said.

“No. You and Elisa go on your date,” Brooklyn said. “We can handle this.”

“If you say so,” Goliath said. “But if you need us, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Understood,” Brooklyn said before speeding off to look for his son out in the city.  Katana joins Hudson and Bronx with the castle search, leaving Elisa and Goliath alone.

The streets of New York City are divided, not just by gangs or crime lords, but also by cultures or ethnics, such as China town and Spanish Harlem. A recently, a new distract was created by those who wish to co-exist with the Gargoyles. It all started by homeless people who took refuge underground in the place called the Labyrinth. What was once a Cyberbiotics facility; a clan of Gargoyles clones and mutates operates the Labyrinth. These homeless people spread the word about the Gargoyles and their protective nature to all the streets near the Labyrinth; they also take refuge and the movement started there.

The community leaders of these streets declared their homes and businesses safe havens for the Gargoyles and their allies. The streets soon became known as Gargoyle Harlem. It was a place that a Gargoyle could walk around in without the worry of being whacked by a Quarrymen’s hammer. Now, a turf war was going on between the people of Gargoyle Harlem and the Quarrymen.

Now, the streets and the air were fill with music and love. The sidewalks were filled with special Valentine’s Day food and game booths. Thanks to a slight heat wave, there was good weather for this carnival. Couples from all walks of life, including the Gargoyle couple, Broadway and Angela, who were enjoying themselves with an assortment of food and fun.

Despite the happiness going on, some people knew that they were on constant watch by the Quarrymen, who waiting for a chance to kill a Gargoyle or anyone that got in their way. But a different observer, a Gargoyle, was watching the scene. The Gargoyle’s name was Nashville. He bore a strong resemblance to his father, Brooklyn, with some slight differences. He had the same color skin and hair as his mother, Katana. He was about 20 years of age, the Gargoyle equivalent of a 10 year old. He wore a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and grey colored shorts. He had a red belt around his waist. Hanging on his sash was his kodachi. He also had a small pack, which contained bandages and medicine.

Nashville watched the crowd below, shifting his attention from one human couple to the next. The sight made him feel more and more depressed. This was the day he dreaded ever since he heard about it. He wished he had someone special that he could enjoy a great time down there. But there were no other Gargoyles in Manhattan around his age to do those kinds of things with.

A loud swooshing sound reaches Nashville’s pointy ears, causing him to look behind him. Standing behind him was his father, who had an angry look on his face.

“Hi, dad,” Nashville said in distant voice.

“Don’t ‘Hi, dad,’ me, young man!” Brooklyn said angrily. “You know better not to go off on your own!”

“Like you didn’t go off on your own at my age,” Nashville said.

“That does excuse the fact that what you did was wrong,” Brooklyn said. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m dead already,” Nashville said.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Brooklyn said.

“Nothing. You probably wouldn’t understand anyway.”

“Try me,” Brooklyn said as he sits down next to his son.

“Look down at the crowd. What do you see?”

“Even I don’t need my good eye to tell that is going on down there.” Brooklyn looks at his son with warm look. Nashville stared at his dad with the most serious look that Brooklyn had ever seen. “Oh. I think I see where you’re going with this.”

“Were you ever in love at my age?”

Brooklyn sits down next to his son and says, “There was one girl that I had a crush on at your age. At that time, she was the most beautiful Gargoyle I’ve ever seen.”

“What did she look like?” Nashville asked.

“She looked a bit like your mother, but her skin was red as a rose. Her long hair was golden. Her wings were like that of Angela’s. She was smart as a wipe.”

“Dad, are you making this up?” Nashville said. His eyebrow rose up.

“No. She was very real as she was my rookery sister,” Brooklyn said. “Every time I slept, I would dream of her.”

“Did she know how you felt about her?”

“No. I never got that chance to tell her. She was killed during the massacre.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Her death was a great blow to me, along with the blows from that day. So much that it made me give my heart out too easily.”

“Is that what happened between you and mom?”

“No. First time we met, she tried to kill me.”

Nashville starts laughing. Brooklyn starts to chuckle himself.

“Look, Nash, you’re getting at the age where you’ll be attracted to girls. If you have any problems or questions about it, you can talk to your mother or me. Okay?”


“And think about this. Maybe, with a little bit of luck, we’ll have other Gargoyles from around world to join our clan. Some about your age.”

“The only way that’s going to happen is if they fall from the sky.”

“I never thought of that one.”

Nashville starts to laugh. Brooklyn follows suit. “We should head back to the castle,” Brooklyn said. “You’re mother is worried sick about you.”

“Can’t we stay a little bit longer?” Nashville asked.

“All right, but not too… What the hell?” Brooklyn said. Nashville looks up into the sky. The dark clouds the sky turned in fire red, yellow, and orange. This drew the attention of everyone on the block. The air soon filled with voices says, “Whoa! What is that?”

Ash flacks fall down from the sky like the snow flacks from the storm of 2 weeks ago. Then, the clouds opened up, revealing a large bird head that was consumed by fire. Brooklyn and Nashville recognized it as a phoenix head.

“Dad?” Nashville said.

“Don’t do anything, Nash,” Brooklyn said.

The phoenix unleashed a very loud crow. The citizens, Human and Gargoyle alike, covered their ears to prevent their eardrums from being shattered and coward in fear. Nashville looks up at the phoenix head and sees 2 very small fireballs emerge out of the phoenix’s mouth. Once the fireballs were out of the mouth, the phoenix head disappeared.

Nashville looks at the 2 fireballs as they fell in opposite directions, trying to determine what they were. They weren’t any meteors. The fireball falling to his left had the shape of a large dog. The other fireball, which was falling to his right, had a human shape with 2 major differences. Nashville could make out a pair of wings and a tail.

The 2 fireballs hit the ground, leaving behind a couple of large holes in the road and large tails of smoke. People start gather around the 2 holes, hoping to see what was inside the holes. Nashville puts his attention to the hole to his right. Brooklyn also looks at the same hole.

Then, as quick as lightning strikes the ground, a young Gargoyle dashes out of the hole, knocking down a couple of people onto the ground.

“What was that?” Brooklyn said. Nashville takes off into the air to follow the unknown Gargoyle. “Nash, wait!” Brooklyn yelled out.

Before Brooklyn could go after him, screams and gasps reached his ears. He turns his attention to second hole in the road. A large rose red Gargoyle beast emerged from the hole in the road and slowly approaches the crowd of people. Brooklyn glides down onto the street, placing himself between the crowd and the unknown Gargoyle beast.

“Everyone, get back,” Brooklyn yelled. The crowd did as they were told. The Gargoyle beast continues its approach towards Brooklyn. For a brief moment, Brooklyn thought about drawing out one of swords. But he didn’t want to hurt this Gargoyle beast for he didn’t know what how hurt it was. There was another reason as to why he didn’t want to draw his weapons. There was something familiar about this beast, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Brooklyn!” a young feminine voice shouted behind him. Broadway, a green skin, bald, slightly overweight, bat-ear Gargoyle, and Angela, a lavender skin, long brown hair, female Gargoyle, emerge from the crowd. The Gargoyle beast stops dead in its tracks and sniffs that air.

The Gargoyle beast goes off into a sprint. She passes Brooklyn and tackles Broadway into the ground. She starts licking Broadway in the face as if they had known each other. Brooklyn and Angela pull the Gargoyle beast off of Broadway.

“A friend of yours?” Angela asked. Broadway looks at the beast for a moment. Then, it hits him.

“I don’t believe it,” Broadway said as he gets back up on his feet. “She’s all right. She a member of our clan.”

“What?” Brooklyn and Angela said at the same time. Then, Brooklyn looks at the beast’s face. It dawns on him on what Broadway was talking about.

“I don’t believe. Come here, girl,” Brooklyn asked. The female Gargoyle beast tackled Brooklyn and starts licking his face. “All right. All right. I’m glad to see you too.

“How come I was never told about her before?” Angela asked.

“She was a member of our splinter group at Wyvern over a 1000 years ago,” Broadway said. “I didn’t know that she survived.”

“She wasn’t the only one,” Brooklyn said. “I saw other survivors of our old clan during my time traveling journey.”

“But how did she get here?” Broadway asked.

“The Phoenix,” Brooklyn said. “It transported her and another gargoyle here. Nashville took off after our friend’s companion.”

“To the park?” Angela asked.

“There are Quarrymen all round in there,” Broadway said.

“I know. We need to find them and fast,” Brooklyn said.

Angela kneels down to meet the Gargoyle beast’s eyes. “Could you lead us to your friend?” Angela asked in a sweet voice. The beast barks and runs off.

“Let’s go,” Brooklyn said. Brooklyn, Angela, and Broadway get down on all fours and follow the Gargoyle beast towards the park.

Nashville continues his pursuit of the unknown Gargoyle. The movements of this new Gargoyle was very frantic, as if he or she was scared out of his or her mind. This didn’t surprise Nashville. He would be frantic too if he had spat out of phoenix’s mouth into an unknown time and place. Nashville drives down, as he was about reach the tree line of the park, hoping to continue his chase. However, Nashville lost sight of the unknown Gargoyle, which was bad news.

The young Gargoyle girl continues to run for her life. She looks at one direction to the other, wondering what path to take next. However, the area was unknown to her. Everything in the area was a mystery to her. She wanted to stop, but she wasn’t sure what would happen if she did.

Then, from out of nowhere, a sharp pain hits the Gargoyle girl’s leg. The pains cause her to fall face first into the ground. She slowly gets up from the ground. Another sharp pain hits her arm, causing her fall again. Several footsteps approach her. She looks up and sees a couple of people, masked in hoods. They wore night blue clothing that had a yellow “Q” with a hammer in the middle and holding large hammers in their hands. These were members of the Quarryman One of the hood people, who had the shape of a female, held a pistol in her hand with a silencer on it.

“You picked a bad night to come out, you monster,” the gun wielding Quarryman said.

“I’ve never seen this one before. What should we do with her?” the second Quarryman, a male, said.

“There is only one thing we can do,” the third Quarryman, also male, said. The third Quarryman charges up the electricity on his hammer and raise it up to bash the Gargoyle girl’s skull in.

As the Quarryman swings down, Nashville runs in and tackles the third Quarryman down onto the ground. He head butts the third Quarryman out cold. The gun wielding Quarryman points her gun at Nashville, but the Nashville whacks the gun out of her hand with his tail. He then kicks the female Quarryman into the tree, knocking her out. The second Quarryman swings his hammer at Nashville. Nashville dodges the attack and draws his kodachi.

The second Quarryman continues to swing his hammer at Nashville, hoping to land a blow on him. Nashville blocks some of the hammer swings by deflecting the handle of the hammer with the blade of his kodachi. However, that wasn’t going to last. The next time Quarryman swung his hammer, Nashville moved his close to his enemy and kicked his between he legs. The pain of the attack causes his to drop to his knees and drop his hammer. This provided Nashville enough time to deliver a knock out punch into the Quarryman’s masked face.

Nashville breathes heavily for a couple of moments and puts kodachi back into its sheath. He turns his attention to the Gargoyle girl. She had backed herself into the tree nearest to her. Her hands were holding both of her grazed bullet wounds. Her face was twisted in fear and pain. Nashville runs over to her, which freaked her out. She tries to move, but the pain from her wounds increase the more she moved.

“Don’t move,” Nashville said. “It will only make things worse.” Nashville pulls out a couple of bandages from his pack and puts them on Gargoyle girl’s wounds.

“Thank you,” the young Gargoyle said.

“That’s will hold you for now,” Nashville said. “Can you stand?”

“I don’t think so,” the young Gargoyle said.

“Okay then,” Nashville said. He takes the young Gargoyle girl into his arms and runs with her before any of the Quarryman wake up from their nap.

To Be Concluded...
Here is my first Gargoyle story. Please enjoy.

Update: I've made some changes to this story after looking at the Gargoyles comic and doing some research on the Gargoyles series. Plus, it gave me a chance to correct many of my mistakes. I split the story into two parts because DA won't allow me to update the story as a whole. Please enjoy.

All the characters in the story, with the exception of Dr. Holmes, Amy Holmes, Madison, and Helena, belong to Disney's Gargoyles.

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honk233arrrgh Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012
Okay, I finally had the time to read it, but not completely.
So here are my first thoughts:

I like the fact that you used the character of "True". Also I love this description of the hunters:
"These humans were Hunters, skilled in the so-called art of slaying Gargoyles."
It sounds realistic and inspiring.

Now to something different.
Your grammar could use a lot of work, you are constantly switching the time forms. It is confusing and seems unprofessional. English is not my first language and I'm unsure about grammar and spelling sometimes, but this bothered me anyway. Not the biggest problem, though.
The story itself is a nice idea, but there's no explanation for the happenings in the beginning. Or is there one, maybe in an older fic or somewhere in the text (as I said I wasn't able to read it all so far)? If yes, then sorry.
"The Gargoyles beast turns around and growls at the direction they came from, her once white eyes glowed red"
Does this mean she usally has white eyes? This was an error with Boudicca. All female Gargbeasts have red eyes, no matter if they are angry or not. But - Can't really blame you for it because of the Boudicca error.

Now that I read a bit more I've seen that True calls herself by that name. That's completely wrong, sorry. "True" is just a script name. No Gargoyle ever used it. In that universe, "True" doesn't even know that she's called "True". Same with the beast. It's extremely unlikely that she would have had a name back then, especially not a name like "Rosy".

I'm pretty sure I'd find more mistakes like these if I continued to read.

I'm sorry, I don't want to discourage you, this is just my opinion as a very canon-bound fan.
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for your long comment.

I'm sorry if you got confused during my story. I just wanted to give the reader the current whereabouts of the character who were related to what was happening to True and Nashville. Again, I'm sorry for confusing you.

As for the beginning of the story, there is no older fiction. As for beginning scene in the story, I wanted that scene to be a possible aftermath what happened after the battle between Constantine III and Kenneth III, in the comic issue, Phoenix. I figured that some of Constantine's men would be hunting the Gargoyles that have allied with Kenneth III during the battle. As for beginning part in New York, I tried my best to explain what some of the background stuff at the beginning of the story.

And you were right about me using Boudicca error to describe changing in Rosy's eyes.

I read True's wiki page on Gargoyle Wikipedia. So, I know that "True" isn't called "True" in the comics. But I liked that name so much that I decided to use it. It seemed to me that, after reading True's wiki page, that the name fit her to a T. As for Rosy name, I just used that name because of the color of her skin. I know that I shouldn't have named her because the other gargoyles didn't have names, but I gave her a name anyway.

You'll probably find more mistakes, but it will probably sentence structure mistakes.
honk233arrrgh Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012
Thanks for taking it that relaxed ^^

Yes, I see the scene in the timeline... it's just that the magic flute seems so random. There's no explanation for its existence or something. If it is that powerful it would be almost on the niveau of the Phoenix Gate itself! And this couldn't just happen without a backstory. I think not even in the Grimorum there's such a powerful spell.

I don't have a problem with the name "True"... I like it too, to be honest. But just giving it to the girl without explanation bothers me. You can use it, but you should at least have explaned where the name comes from, why it was given to her etc.... that would also have added depth to the story.
And now that I think about it "Rosy" may not be the worst name, it's actually quite fitting... although I would have used more like a pseudo-name... "Red One" or "Red Girl" or something like that - seems more gargoyle-ish.
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I guess the flute was a random idea.

I did try to give a reason why True choose her name. But I guess I didn't do a good job of it. If you look at the scene where Nashville is changing True's bandages, they're under a bridge which I call "True Love" bridge. I figured True would liked the sound of that word and used it as her name. I was trying to make it seem similar to how Hudson got his name.
honk233arrrgh Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012
So why not explain it a bit more? You missed a great oppurtunity here.

Hmmm, I see. Still, it's not totally clear. Hudson was not very quick to take a name at first. People should really stop thinking like humans when writing Gargoyles fanfic. Gargoyles don't feel the urge to use names, especially not these from a culture that usally uses none, and "True" is definitely of old school (though she is much younger than Hudson and probably more flexible).

The problem is, you could, and should have explained these things IN the fanfic, not after it...
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You know what's great about this is that I can always edit it.
honk233arrrgh Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012
Well, this is up to you. I'm not telling anyone what to do, just trying to help^^ Although I'm a GargCanon nazi and therefore really touchy and perfectionist.
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I understand and I thank you for your comments.
honk233arrrgh Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2012
oh, cool. I'll definitely read this later when I have time.
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks. I hope you like it.
RollaD6 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
It's a bit difficult to read a big block of text like that. Try breaking it up in places. Because I'm sure you've got something good here, but I'm having difficult reading it, lol. So that's my critique ^^
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Okay. I'll get on it.
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I broke it up by paragraph. I hope you can read it better. (fingers crossed)
cutiekitten56 Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Very nicely done, I enjoyed it :)
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you.
Irish-Phantom Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012
:clap: great story! LOVED IT!
JAM4077 Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you.
Irish-Phantom Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2012
yw :-)
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