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Chapter List
- 1-A Life On The Line
- 2-Face To Face
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Disclaimer: All characters appearing in Gargoyles and The
Goliath Chronicles are copyright Disney/Buena Vista
Television and are used without permission. All original characters appearing
in this story belong to Storyseeker and are used with permission.

Chapter 2: Face To Face

Elisa's Bathroom:

There was another Broadway???

Elisa could not help, but stare at him in shock, despite the fact that she was
practically hovering in midair, with him holding her up by balancing her butt
on his claw, which he clung painfully.

It couldn't be, it was impossible?! He had just left a few minutes ago.

Unless... he was a clone?

But something about this Broadway told Elisa that he was no clone. For one
thing, his coloring wasn't any different from Broadway's, which was a sure sign
to identify a clone.

And judging by the way he had groped her ass, something told her that he was
definitely not there for a chat.

"I-I thought you went back to the Eyrie?" she said hesitantly, still
ignoring the fact of how she was held. "You said Angela was expecting you
back."

"I did," he replied, though whether he was actually lying or just
playing with her was unclear. "But I've decided that I'm not satisfied
with Angela."

Well, that proved to her, without a doubt, that whoever this was, it was
definitely not Broadway. He would never talk like this, especially not about
Angela who she knew he loved with all his heart.

The intruder, whoever he was, bounced her on his claw a couple of times, as
though she weighed nothing more than a feather. "Now you, on the other
claw," he said, clicking his tongue at her. "You are a right fine
specimen of womanhood, if ever I saw one."

That was enough to get her more worried... She wasted no more time, and grabbed
her attacker's arm, which was holding her, and leaned herself backward until
she was practically lying down on his arm, and then did a perfect backwards
ball, sliding off his claw and over his shoulder until she was at his back on
the floor of her bathroom.

She wasted no further time, knowing that she would never be able to fight this
guy, and turned to run out of the room, but this stranger was quicker than he
seemed. His tail lashed out, grabbing her around her leg and pulling her down
on her tiled floor, hard.

Elisa let out a loud "Oof!", as she landed on the floor, her breath
momentarily knocked out of her. She tried to leap out and continue running, but
her assaulter had other plans...

His foot kicked her, knocking whatever breath was left out of her, and then
with another kick he flipped her over to her other side, as she lay dazed on
her back. His foot then came down, centred on her chest, and pinned her down to
the floor. The weight he placed upon her, and the pain she was still feeling
from his kicking, had left her too weakened and in agony to fight back.

Not a good situation for Elisa but perfect for the alternate Broadway. This was
just the way how he liked his women... weak and helpless. He didn't care
whether he    hurt her or not, he just didn't want her to
escape.

He considered taking her back to the warehouse and chaining her up with his
clan's other concubines. There was too much of a chance of being caught here,
and this woman, who he heard being called Elisa, might try something else if he
wasn't careful.

Still... he couldn't help but stare lustfully at her body, especially at those
gorgeous breasts of hers. In the end, he decided that he could do with having
sex in this place, so long as no one interrupted their 'business'.

Elisa, meanwhile, stared fearfully up at her attacker. Now that she was no
longer held up in the air, she had a good look of him. Obviously, he was
definitely not her Broadway, but neither was he a clone either.

At first glance, he seemed to look just like the clan's Broadway, but a second
look soon showed some highly noticeable differences. For starters, whereas
Broadway was known for his large weight, this one had not a pinch-full of fat
on him, as he was all muscle. His muscles looked almost larger than Goliath's.

And his face also had some sharp differences. For one thing, his ears were all
tattered, like they had been ripped apart by a wild dog, and she could see that
he was missing a tooth. And there was also the expression upon his face, one
that he even now bore... Whereas their Broadway had usually always bore a sweet
and kind facial expression, this one had something skin to a dirty smirk. Just
the look of it was enough to send shivers down her spine.

"Who are you?!" she demanded. "You're not Broadway, that's for
sure."

The massive Gargoyle shrugged his huge shoulders. "What can I say, you
found me out," he said, chuckling, but still didn't remove his foot from
her chest.

"Who are you?"

"I have no name, woman," he told her simply, but grinned at her.
"But hey, feel free to call me Stud, Hunk or whatever name takes your
fancy. I quite like the name Stud. Suits me, don't you think?"

"I think the names butcherer and scum suit you better!" Elisa
retorted. "You're the one who's been doing all the killing and maiming,
haven't you?!"

The double of Broadway, who was now calling himself Stud, just shrugged again,
none-caring. "I'm one of them, yeah."

"How could you do that?!" she asked. "How could you violate and
kill all those people? Some of them were just young girls!"

Stud just smirked. "A guy's gotta have some fun."

What sickened Elisa the most was that Stud, since that was
now what he called himself, didn't seem to care that he had taken all those
lives. As a matter of fact, he seemed almost proud of it, like he was bragging.

   "Y-y-you, disgusting monster!" She spat in
his face. The way he taunted her, and boasted about the murders, made her even
madder. What he had done was certainly nothing to smile about, yet it seemed as
though this guy viewed women as nothing more than sex toys, and his attitude
towards humans in general was almost comparable to that of Demona's.

"Aww, now you're just saying that," he said mockingly.

Elisa wanted to glare, but the way he kept staring at her nude body kept
putting fresh fear into her. She wanted nothing more than to cover herself, but
she couldn't even do that because of his foot on her.

"Now then," he said, like he was stating a matter of fact, clapping
his claws together. "Let's move this discussion into the bedroom, shall
we?"

Elisa tried to flee the moment he moved his foot, but he was too quick, as he
grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up over his shoulder.

Stud just laughed, as he patted her rump. "I always loved a lady with
spunk!"

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Broadway had been on his way back home to the Eyrie, but just as he
was halfway there, he had suddenly remembered that Goliath had wanted to ask
Elisa about coming to the Eyrie later on to discuss something.

He supposed that Goliath could always call Elisa himself on the phone, but he
wasn't too far away from her apartment, and there was still plenty of night
left, so in the end he decided to return and tell her himself, and spare
Goliath the phone-call.

Broadway veered towards Soho where Elisa's
apartment was located. He had no idea that he was going to get a very nasty
surprise upon setting foot in that apartment. After hunting for the serial
rapist and killer for several nights, he didn't know that he was about to meet
the mass murderer firsthand. And he certainly hadn't a clue that the killer had
his face.

Broadway was literally about to embark on a mission where he may not come back
from alive.

* * * * *

Elisa kicked and punched Stud's shoulders with her fists, but all it seemed to
do was increase his laughter. He made his way out of the bathroom and over to
her bedroom, where he headed straight for her bed...

She yelled, trying once again to punch and kick, but Stud took no notice. He
dropped her onto the bed, but before she could even attempt to roll over and
escape, he got on the bed with her, straddled her hips and sat on her.

Elisa hissed, as she felt her lungs deflate, with Stud sitting on her. He may
not have as much fat on him as Broadway, but he was still just as heavy.
However, she had more pressing concerns...

The blood drained from Elisa's face, as she realized what was about to happen.
She had never thought she would be violated by any Gargoyle, let alone one who
had Broadway's face. She was unaware that the real Broadway was on his way back
though, and Stud was oblivious that he was about to come face to face with none
other than his counterpart.

The smirk never left Stud's face, as he tore up some fabric from the bed,
tearing it into shreds and using them as rope to bind her arms and legs. He
actually hummed a tune, as he did this, until she was securely bound to her
bed.

'Oh shit.'

It had by then, of course, long since dawned on her that Stud was planning to
have sex with her, but knowing it and seeing it happen were two entirely
different things.

As he tied the last knot on his made-up ropes on her wrists, he leaned back and
got up from her.

Elisa sighed momentarily in relief, her lungs grateful to breathe properly
again, but that relief was short-lived, as she watched him seemingly admiring
her.

"Nice," he said, clicking his tongue at her. "Real nice."

Stud stood back as he admired his handiwork. He seemed to be pleased with
himself that she couldn't escape. Now he was ready for the fun part!

He leaned forward again, his mouth breathing his hot breath onto her skin.

"NO!" Elisa yelled, but of course her words fell onto deaf ears, as
he chuckled whilst breathing onto her breasts.

He centred his breath there, and kissed her nipples. He sniggered, as they grew
hard between his lips. "Me thinks you like this quite a bit, milady,"
he said jokily, as he chewed on them with his fangs.

Elisa bit her lower lip with fear, knowing that he could snap her nipples off
with one chomp if he wanted to.

It was bad enough that she couldn't escape to retrieve her gun, so that she
could shoot this bastard in the dick. But the way he acted while tasting her,
it was like he thought she was actually enjoying this!

But she was too scared to say anything else, as the more sexual advances he
made on her, the more fear he was putting into her.

"Mmm," he murmured, as he sucked her whole breast into his breast,
his tongue circling her nipple. "Sooo good."

Elisa tried to put on a brave face, but inwardly she wanted nothing more than
to break down and cry, right after pleading for mercy from this scumbag.

Finally, he released her breast from his mouth, but deep down she knew that for
whatever reason he was stopping now, it was no doubt because he had something
else in mind.

Sure enough, he raised his head at her, the massive grin never leaving his
face, as he wagged his tongue at her and began lowering it down into her nether
regions, between her legs.

"No... " Elisa whimpered lowly.

"Elisa?"

A first, she thought the voice to be that of Stud, but then she realised that
it had come from her living room.

"Elisa, you still here? Sorry, but I forgot to tell you something."

'Broadway!'

Stud slapped his claw down on Elisa's mouth, silencing her, his look telling
her that one word from her would be her last.

After he had clamped her mouth shut, he tore off a piece of fabric from her bed
and stuffed it in her mouth to make sure she got the message. He was deadly
serious about killing her if she alerted Broadway to the bedroom, which he was
pretty certain she had already done so.

'Better get ready to welcome our guest,' he thought, silently getting up from
the bed, and hide by the side of the door, waiting for their guest to enter the
room.

Meanwhile...

Broadway's eyes peered over the layout of Elisa's apartment, but saw no one.
Her living room was like a ghost town, and she was nowhere to be found.

'What the hell is going on?!' he wondered. He had just left Elisa here no more
than a few minutes ago. Where could she have gone?

Suddenly, the sensitive hearing in Broadway's large ears picked up mumbled
cries coming from the bedroom.

Worry soon overwhelmed him, and forgetting all other concerns, he hurried over
to the door. But when he opened it, what he saw inside was beyond shocking...

Elisa was naked on the bed, her arms and legs bound to the four bedposts on it.
Her eyes were wide with fear, but she was unable to say anything due to an
obstruction in her mouth. He moved forward to help her, but the second he
started to move, she instantly began to shake her head vigorously, as if to
tell him not to come in.

But whatever the reason, it was too late now, as Broadway was already advancing
into the room, all the while getting more shakes from Elisa's head.

Suddenly, a seemingly massive force-like being tackled him from behind, hitting
him harder than a freight train. �What the...?!� Broadway started to say, but
didn�t get to finish his sentence.

�Sorry, pal, but I�m gonna have to cut your visit short!� Stud cut in and
grinned.

Broadway�s eyes flared white, as he struggled to free himself from his
attacker�s grip, with Elisa watching helplessly while the two Gargoyles began
to fight.

Stud and Broadway both roared, as they wrestled with each other, but Broadway
had yet to even face his attacker who still held him in an almost impossibly
binding grip. He pushed himself back, ramming his captor backwards into the
wall, hoping to knock him off balance, so as to free himself, but whoever this
attacker was, he was not so easily swayed.

Stud held on with a steel-like grip, and pushed Broadway forward with the same
ferocity that he himself had shown, ramming his porkier foe into the wall in
front of them.

At the last minute, Broadway managed to sway his foe by balancing his weight to
one side, and got the two of them to end up running straight into Elisa's
living room. When they ran in, Broadway purposely tripped himself up and fell
head over heals, rolling into a ball and throwing his captor right over him and
onto the other side of the room.

Broadway was up in an instant, his eyes flaring white at his opponent, but what
he saw when he faced him was nothing like he had been expecting...

His first thought was... naturally... clone. It had to be, but... if that was
so then why was his colouring exactly the same as his? And why did his body
look like it had been put through the inner circle of hell and back?

"Who are you?!" he demanded.

His opponent merely grimaced at him. Broadway noticed that he had one fang
missing, which did not do his looks any good, particularly when he grimaced.

"Call me Stud," he simply replied.

"Okay... Stud," Broadway began cautiously. "First of all... who
the hell are you???"

He smiled. "Call me... a mirror reflection, if you like. Your very own
dark half, if you will."

Broadway didn't really understand what he was saying, but right now he had more
important things to consider. "You attacked my friend," he growled,
indicating Elisa who was still tied up on the bed, but who was now slowly
managing to free herself from her bonds.

Stud grinned. "Ohhh, I wasn't just gonna attack her, my friend," he
said, as his grin seemed to grow even wider. "I was also gonna rape the
fucking shit outta her!"

Broadway roared and attacked.

He had been protective of Elisa ever since he accidentally shot her. Anybody
who harmed her would have to go through him and Goliath first, and that
motherfucker Stud was sure as hell was going to answer to them both if he had
laid one talon on her head.

He charged with his claws extended, aiming straight for Stud's face, ready to
claw it off in an instant. If anyone was going to die, it was going to be this
bastard! Unfortunately, Stud was also thinking the same thing of Broadway.

Broadway backhanded Stud, but hitting him was like hitting a brick-wall. He
hadn't really noticed before, but although at first glance this guy looked just
like him, a second glance revealed he had waaaaaaay more muscle. His stature
was equal to that of Goliath.

'Shit,' was all Broadway could think, but still he pressed on.

The two of them fought some more, as they wrestled each other around the
apartment living room until they ended up, of all places, in the kitchen area.

'For once, the one place where I don't want to be,' Broadway thought, bemused.

The one called Stud punched him in the face, sending him smacking into the wall
yet again, but Broadway recovered quickly. He retaliated, attacking him in the
same way, but Stud seemed to know whatever move he had planned.

"Guess we're not just alike in good looks, eh, bro?" Stud said,
almost mockingly, to him. "Whatever move you've thought up, I already know
about."

"You know nothing about me!" Broadway growled, never ceasing in his
attacks.

"I know... �[WHACK!] "Stud punched him again. "That you are...
" [WHACK!] "A fat...�[WHACK!]�Useless... " [WHACK!]
"Predictable... �[WHACK!]�And all around worthless blubber-butt it has
ever been my sorry mis-pleasure to come across!" [WHACK!]

His last punch threw Broadway clear out of the kitchen area, and onto Elisa's
coffee table, shattering it onto the floor.

'I wonder if Elisa's home insurance covers Gargoyle attacks?' Broadway thought
blindly for a moment, his back aching. He didn't even noticed the knife that
Stud acquired from Elisa's knife-rack, before he had attacked him.

   �Damn it!� Broadway cursed. Who did this guy think he
was, Arnold Schwarzenegger? He sat up, rubbing his back and clutching his
abdomen where he had been hit, groaning in pain. He tried to stand, but found
it difficult and collapsed onto the shattered table. He once again attempted to
get up, but his legs felt like jelly and refused to support his weight. He sure
hoped nothing was broken and if Stud was trying to dampen his spirits with
insults, it wasn�t working. But Stud sure was doing a hell of a good job of
causing him a lot of pain.

That was when he noticed the blood...

It was pouring out steadily now, leaking from his stomach and onto the floor.

"Whoops," Stud chuckled. "My bad. Guess I should've mentioned we
were now fighting with weapons, huh?" He held up his one claw, showing
Broadway the blood-covered knife.

Broadway groaned, and tried to stand up, but the blood loss he was suffering
was even now making him feel woozy and faint. "I... won't... let you...
win!" he wheezed with impressive endurance.

Stud just laughed. "I'm sure you would try." he said, as he moved up
toward him, and then with one final more punch, he knocked Broadway
unconscious.

"NO!" a scream came behind him, and Stud turned just in time to see
Elisa, now free of her bonds and wearing a pair of pants and shirt, race up
behind him, aiming for a kick. Fortunately for him, Stud was too quick, and
easily side-stepped her, spanking her from behind and sending her falling onto
Broadway's prone form.

"Aww, how cute," he said mockingly. "The loving young
couple."

Elisa had already recovered, but was now more focused on helping Broadway than
fighting Stud. She checked his wounds, hissing in fright when she saw them. A
knife-wound to the stomach! That wound could be very fatal, but if he was
treated quickly then there was a chance for his survival.

Stud snorted. "I can't believe this guy is me," he said, unbelieving.
He poked at Broadway's stomach with his foot, making it wobble. "How the
hell did this guy ever let himself turn out like this? He looks like he could
fill the whole Grand Canyon with just his
ass!"

Elisa glared at him, but was more focused on her friend than to fight.

Stud was disgusted. Just the sight of Broadway made him want to throw up. How
could his own double turn out like some walking blob???

But for now, he had other matters to attend to than dwelling on Broadway's poor
nutrition. Now that his opponent was out of commission, he could turn his
attention back to Elisa.

"Now then," he said snidely, licking his lips as he gazed at her
body. "Where were we?"

Elisa looked up at him in fear, but the fear was more for her friend than
herself. "You can't just leave him like this!" she beseeched him.

Stud scoffed. "Can't I? Just watch me." He reached for her.

"Get away from me, you bastard!" Elisa screeched. It was clear that
Stud didn't care that he had just hurt... no, possibly killed one of her
dearest friends. She knew that if Broadway didn't get medical treatment as soon
as possible, it was highly unlikely that he would survive.

If Stud would just let her call for help, Broadway could get the help he needed
right now or else he'll die, and the clan did not need another death. They had
suffered enough after the massacre a thousand years ago.

All the more reason to ensure Broadway's survival.

"Come on now," he said, cooing at her like she was a little girl.
"Be a good girl now and take it like a woman."

"Please!" she begged him. "Just let me call for some help!
There's still time, if we get him to a doctor... "

Stud paused then for a moment, looking at her curiously. "This fat tub of
lard actually means that much to you???" he asked, seemingly astounded.

"He is one of my bestest friends," she replied.

Stud then grinned again. "Then you'd be willing to do anything for him,
right?"

Elisa didn't like the way he said that, but it was nevertheless the truth.
"Yes," she replied.

Stud took one look at Broadway, gazing at his wounds that he himself had
inflicted upon him. "His wounds aren't that severe," he told her.
"Trust me, I know enough about stab wounds than any healer. Hell, I caused
most of them. So he'll survive long enough for you to call for some help IF...
" His smirk grew wider. "You agree to a certain little proposition?"

Elisa swallowed. "What do I have to do?"

Stud gazed at her body longingly. "You have to
play," he replied simply, his smirk never-ending.
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