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What Was Meant to Be: 5 Years Later	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 2638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Same as before. Only the noncannon human characters are mine. The original gargoyle characters are from The Gargoyle Saga fansite. And again, go read, go read! Awesome stuff to immerse yourself in. Now onto the show! (I'm surprised I'm updating as often with this one. Guess it's been sitting too long in my head. Hopefully after this I can finish some of the other ones. lol)
What was Meant to Be: 5 Years Later
Chapter 3
Brooklyn and Gary stood by the curb, waiting for Roberto and the kids to return.
"So..." started Gary, as he sipped his drink. "Did you two, uh, get reacquainted?"
Brooklyn threw him a look. "Uh.... no. Not for the lack of trying," he admitted. "Do you know who has his heart?"
"Yeah. Of course. I live with the guy."
Brooklyn nodded. "Guy is very lucky." He grinned. "I think I understand him wanting to be completely loyal. I mean, even though Sata said it was okay, I have to admit it did seem a bit weird. Nice and warm, but different. I'm kind of glad he stopped me when he did. But if I hear that his love hurts him, I'll crush him in his sleep."
Gary chuckled. "I'll be sure he receives the message. Loud and clear."
The sounds of sirens caught their attention and they watched as police cars turned onto their street.
Brooklyn sighed. "The one thing I think I don't miss as a human is the feeling of being helpless."
"Oh, you would be running into the air if it were nightfall, wouldn't you?" asked Gary. "Well, to be honest, I feel twitchy, too. But I have no authorized jurisdiction here and I'm on vacation. No weapons."
Both men sipped their sodas and watched as the police cars skidded to a stop... Right in front of the bank that Roberto and the kids were in... And both men simultaneously spat out their drinks.
X
Things just got from bad to worse in a matter of moments.
Roberto quickly herded the kids behind him, getting low on the ground. Around him, tellers were diving behind the counter, associates behind their desks. Clients screamed and cowered in fear while others just froze, unable to believe their eyes.
What made matters worse was when four of the "hostages" suddenly popped open their briefcases and pulled out automatic weapons, and donning masks as well. This wasn't an ordinary robbery. This was a planned event. Although Roberto had to question the "brilliance" in showing the faces before hand of the current four gunmen.
Roberto did his best to remain calm on the exterior, even though his heart was pounding against his chest. He risked a glance at Jack, seeing that he too was calm, if not slightly pale, gun still trained at his head. Behind him Alex let out a small gasp, as did Ariana and Graeme.
"Those are the Rogue Hunters," Alex whispered, fearfully.
Roberto didn't respond in fear of drawing attention. Looking carefully at the masks, he could see there was a resemblance to the Quarrymen, and hearing Alex, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a new faction of them.
Fakers One through Four, as Roberto was going to mentally call them, moved over to the doors and began to barricade them. The lead gunman motioned for two of the Originals to move ahead. Original number three was relieving the sole bank guard of his weapon. The first two went into the the lobby that would lead to the office suites the bank shared space with. A short few seconds later, sirens could be heard as police arrived, and at the same time, the gunmen returned with several more hostages, corporate executives that were conducting business in what they though was a secure place.
The leader spoke up. "Tsk, tsk. Now why would someone set off the alarm for the police. Don't you know that means some of you will have to die now? The police won't let us just leave. I will have to make sure I set examples so that they remain outside without interfering. This was only meant to be a quick 'give-me-the-money' routine but one of you have completely ruined it."
Some people began to sob and Roberto reached back to touch Marcus, who had grabbed onto his shirt. Alex also cowered behind him, hiding his face. Graeme and Ariana, however, stood behind Roberto but were staring at the men, angry and frustrated that they weren't in their gargoyle forms.
Original robber number four, who was holding Jack, pushed the young man forward, causing him to fall to the ground. The gun was still aimed at him.
"Maybe we should start with you," he said.
"I wouldn't do that," Roberto responded.
The man's head snapped up to look at him. "Oh? And why not?"
"You would be making some serious enemies."
"Roberto!" Jack hissed, looking shocked.
"An entire department of cops for one," Roberto continued. "So believe me when I say that he will be more valuable as a hostage. And if he gets out of this alive, and can attest that no harm came to any of these people, you'll still be wanted but not as public enemy number one."
The man looked at Jack. "Give me your wallet."
Jack slowly reached for his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He lifted it up where the man reached out and snatched it up. The leader pointed his gun to Roberto. "If you're lying, be assured you'll be our first example."
The man flipped it open and swore as the badge Jack carried glinted under the fluorescent lighting. He tossed it over to the Leader.
The Leader looked at the name and grinned. "Oh, Mr. Jackson Luxer, Jr.... I assume you are the actual son of Jackson Luxer, Sr."
Jack frowned. "And?"
"I know all about the wealthy. That man is right. You are more valuable as a hostage and in more ways than one. But now I have to wonder, if he knows you, who is he?" The man stepped away from Jack and walked towards Roberto.
Roberto stood up straight, tightening his grip on Marcus's and Alex's wrists, making sure that they were standing directly behind him, and out of the gunman's eyes. The gunman clutched Roberto's chin, tilting his head upwards in a forceful manner, then tilting it side to side, as if inspecting it.
"I know you," the gunman hissed. "You're that fucking gargoyle lover."
Roberto felt himself tense up as the memory of the accent clicked in his head. There was no way his luck could be that bad.
The man leaned closer to him and whispered into his ear. "You still owe me at least an hour of buggering. Payback and all for the time I spent in jail thanks to your misguided priorities."
Roberto swallowed his fear and just smirked, trying to appear unafraid for the sake of the children. "And here I thought you were the more intelligent one of the two... yet you are up to even worse tricks. Planning on going for ten years now? Or maybe life? Of course if you haven't made that comment to me, you realize that I would haven't had a single clue as to who you were. Guess you really want to go back to prison."
The man snarled and pushed against Roberto's chin, letting go and causing the shorter man to almost stumble over the kids.
"Listen people. We will be dividing you into groups. The more wealthy you are, the more valuable. We'll treat you real nice. The less valuable you are... well... you will be the first we'll chose to execute if the police out there refuse to cooperate with the demands we now have to come up with. Again, blame the person who triggered the alarm."
People began to whimper and cry softly as two of the gunman raised their assault rifles at them, prodding them into one corner of the area.
"We'll be humane though... if you have a kid, and you're not wealthy, I'll put them at the bottom of the list."
The leader, or Frenchman-- as Roberto once thought of him, finally paid attention to the group of children Roberto had behind him.
"Interesting brood you have. Are any of them yours? The half nigger child looks suspicious enough."
Roberto let out what sounded like a growl, causing Frenchman to laugh. "Whether the boy is your or not, it's clear that you feel rather defensive about him. " The man looked around, and then amusement could be heard in his voice. "Well, I'll be... the son of David Xanatos? With you? I suppose you do travel well known circles. I guess that means you are one of the valuable hostages. For now."
X
"I'm am going to kill him," growled out Gary, as Brooklyn said "Sata is going to kill me!"
Both men rushed to the patrol cars, only to be stopped by an officer who was setting up barriers. "Please back up. This may be a dangerous situation."
"My partner and kid are in there, as well as his friends!" said Gary, flashing his badge.
"You're an officer? So we have a cop in there?"
Gary shook his head. "I'm a detective. He's a deputized civilian consultant. But since we're on vacation, I'm the only one with the licence to carry a weapon while off duty."
"Ah, sorry," said the officer, looking genuine. Gary figured that the officer must have worn a gun long enough to know how naked one would feel without it in a dangerous situation.
Brooklyn ignored the two men, staring at the building across the street. He would give anything for the sun to be below the horizon and to be a gargoyle again. Of course, that would also mean that his children would be gargoyles and possibly in even more danger. He could only hope that in their human forms, they wouldn't try anything so rash and impulsive. He knew that Roberto would do everything in his power to keep the children safe.
He pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, grateful that Owen had thought ahead of just about everything they would need, and dialed Elisa's number.
"Detective Maza," came the reply.
"Elisa, its Brooklyn."
"Oh, hi! How is your day shaping out?"
"Uh, fine until about ten, twenty minutes ago."
"Uh oh.... Where are you guys?"
"In front of a bank..."
"The one that they're trying to determine how many gunmen are holding how many hostages?!"
"That would be the one..."
"Matt and I will be right over."
The call disconnected and Brooklyn slid the phone back into his pocket. The feeling of helplessness only abaited a little. Having known and trusted friends at his side made him feel a bit better in his predicament. But he would feel a whole damn better if he had his clan standing behind him all the way.
X
Roberto bit back a swear as he and the children... ALL of the children... were led into one of the now vacant offices on the third floor. The hostages were led in first, and then Frenchman shoved Roberto in after them. His hands were tied back with tape, and the force of the push made him lose his balance and he hit the floor hard. The door shut hard behind them.
"Roberto!" cried Ariana and Graeme, rushing towards him. Some of the younger hostages began to sniffle, whimpering for their mothers or fathers. Alex tugged at the tape and looked around the office, hoping to find scissors at the desk or something to help cut Roberto free. Marcus glowered as he held on to Roberto's leg, and the man knew that the boy was only trying not to cry.
Meanwhile, in another room, Jack found himself being separated with a few other people, including a temperamental red headed woman.
"Unhand me," she snarled, struggling against the two men who were manhandling her into the room.
"Feisty, ain't she?" said one, copping a feel against her breast.
"You will pay for that, vermin."
Jack couldn't help but oggle at the sheer defiance the woman had, and the apparent lack of self preservation she possessed.
Fortunately for the women, the gunmen just laughed and shoved her inwards, causing her to stumble into Jack.
Being unprepared for the sudden weight thrown at him, both of them tumbled to the floor. The few other hostages that were declared "valuable" were already huddled against the back wall. The door slammed shut and Jack struggled to get the surprisingly heavier woman off of him. Muscular... he could feel the power behind her arms as she pushed herself off of him.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped.
"Sorry!" Jack immediately pulled his hands back, unbalancing the both and sending her down on top of him again.
"Stupid filthy humans," growled the woman, finally shoving herself off of Jack and wiping the dust off of her outfit.
Jack gingerly stood up, brushing his own pants and sleeves before looking at the woman. "Jackson Luxer, Jr," he said. "You can call me Jack. And you are?"
"None of your business," responded the woman, haughtily.
Jack couldn't help but smirk. "My father is a high profile business man and knows many people, including David Xanatos. I take it you're Dominique Destine if memory serves me right."
"Indeed. Congratulations."
Jack sighed. "And now I know the reason behind what everyone talks about. You don't have much people skills and that's why you usually deal with your business associates through other means rather than personally."
"I don't like people, period."
Jack glanced around and could see that some of the CEOs were quietly conversing with each other, fear uniting them. He looked back at the red head and dropped his voice. "You're not human... so what are you?"
Dominique just glared at him.
"Well, I mean... the way you've been talking... I, uh, I've met nonhumans that look like humans. Are you a witch, sorceress? A... day walker?"
"None of the above. Leave it at that. As you so put it, I'm not completely human, and I would prefer you mind your tongue." Jack glanced around and could see that some of the hostages were looking at them warily. They may have not heard what was being said, but it was clear from their actions that they were suspicious of the behavior the two were exhibiting.
"Uh, right..."
Back with Roberto, the man was rubbing at his wrists, glad that the children were able to cut them free. The bastard had wrapped the tape pretty tight, probably out of spite. Marcus immediately demanded that he be held. Roberto lowered himself to the floor and allowed Marcus to climb up on his lap and grab on. He waved over to Ariana, Graeme, and Alex, motioning for them to gather around him. "Don't worry. Everything will be all right, you'll see," he said softly.
"I don't like this," muttered Ariana, worry evident in her voice. "I wish I were a gargoyle again," she whispered.
Roberto smiled at her gently. He glanced up and could see that the other children were looking at them with a mixture of fear and longing. He closed his eyes and tapped into his power. One thing he discovered over the years, as he gained control, was that when used lightly, his powers of seduction-- on a lighter level-- could also be used to soothe anxious juveniles. "Come here, guys," he said, as gently as possible. "Its okay. You'll all see your parents again, I promise."
One by one, sniffling children made their way over to the small group and huddled around. Roberto made sure to at least touch each one on the head or shoulder and offer a comforting smile. Once they were all settled around him, Roberto sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. He only hoped that Gary, Brooklyn, and whoever they could get a hold of will allow his promise to remain true.
X
Owen was finishing up with organizing some of the files that Xanatos had sent him when one of the television monitors caught his eye. He could see that a financial building was surrounded by patrol cars and news crews were stating something about an armed robbery gone bad and that there were a decent number of hostages inside.
Owen shook his head and tsked away, not surprised at human greed.
The, in one of the camera sweeping moves, Owen caught the sight of black haired man talking to one of the cops. A long, white haired man stood nearby.
Owen cursed in several different languages, some human, some not quite.
X
Several minutes later, across the country, the Xanatos family were making quick arrangements to get back to New York as soon as possible. Calls were being made to ensure that the best qualified people were in charge of the negotiations. At one of the airports, the private jet was already making its preparations for take off.
The order was also set out to minimize information by the media on the hostages.
X
Elisa and Matt pulled up near the bank. Gary and Brooklyn made their way towards them.
"Seems the group barricaded the doors and moved locations, most likely to the upper floors. Snipers can't catch a glimpse of them so they're staying away from windows for now. And there is no way, at the moment, of knowing where the hostages are being held," Gary informed them. "Not to mention the bastards aren't responding to any phone calls at the moment."
Brooklyn growled. "One thing is certain, a witness who was across the street at the time of the attack recognized the masks. They're Rogue Hunters."
Elisa swore as did Matt.
"What are Rogue Hunters?" asked Gary.
"An even more radical group than the Quarrymen. And they're quite proud of themselves, too. They will blatantly attack, kill, rob, whatever... any person, store, or organization that has shown some support to gargoyles," Elisa responded. "And in cases like this... they will go as far as to rob a bank to fund their terrorist attacks. Thanks to them, things are kind of sketchy with gargoyles again. We were gaining some ground... no more sighting stories... Instead there's been stories on how gargoyles have caught criminals and the like. Somewhat neutral, although still a hot debate on whether New York should welcome the gargoyles, ignore them, or chase them out. Not many of them are openly saying to destroy."
Brooklyn chuckled bitterly. "With the great 'are we beasts or being's debate, the whole destruction thing was minimized thanks to the animal rights activists."
Gary shrugged. "Well, apparently you are animals in bed..."
The random comment caught the other three off guard and they couldn't help but laugh in embarrassment and outrage.
"Sorry," Gary apologized. "I needed to release some tension in some way." He looked back at the building. "How are we gonna do this... because I am not standing here with my arms crossed while Roberto and my son are in there. And I'm sure Brooklyn feels the same way."
Elisa sighed. "I might be able to do something in allowing you to help... but Brooklyn... as far as they know, you're nothing but a human civilian. They won't let you past the barricades."
"I know. But there's got to be something..."
"Not until nightfall... but that will bring a whole bunch of other issues. And I hope we can get this resolved before then."
X
Frenchman walked into the room and paused when he saw that Roberto's arms were free and that he was currently on the ground surrounded by the children. Thanks to the mask, Roberto couldn't tell what his reaction really was, but Roberto glared at him.
"Some of the children need to use the restroom," he said.
"Surely they can hold it," Frenchman said in disdain.
"Don't know how long you're planning on keeping them here, but, no. Children can't hold it very well."
"Fine. Brian!"
One of the masked men stepped in. "Yes, sir?"
"Take the children into the bathroom."
"I don't want to go with the bad man!" some of the children began to cry.
"Sh, sh," whispered Roberto. "You'll be okay. Just stay together and try to be brave. Ok?"
One by one the children began to stand up and leave the room in a single line. Roberto stared at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Ariana or Graeme. Since both of them had had experience with escaping as gargoyles, he had whispered for them to keep an eye out for possible escape routes, but to not try anything at the moment. The two had agreed. Alex, in the meantime, promised to keep an eye on Marcus who was still a bit too young to understand anything other than that the men with guns were big trouble.
As soon as all the children were gone from the room, Frenchman yanked off his mask and stalked his way towards Roberto.
Roberto looked up at him and couldn't help but jerk back in surprise. He remembered that the man was handsome, if not psychotic... but now... A large scar ran down the left side of his face, going around the outer side of his eye, diagonal across the cheek and into the lips and chin. The scar tissue caused his lip to be twisted into a perpetual smirk.
He tried to compose himself but it was too late.
Frenchman gave an evil grin and reached down, dragging Roberto up and slamming him into the wall.
"This is what I got while serving time, all thanks to you. Believe me when I say that I will make you pay for everything that happened to me."
Roberto turned his head away from the man as he leaned closer into him. "I'll show you what they showed me," he said, cupping Roberto's crotch and giving it a rough squeeze. "Pass you along to my team mates..." Roberto flinched as the man ran his tongue up the side of his neck. "And mark you for life... no matter how short or long that may be," he finished, running his hand down the side of Roberto's face.
Frenchman stepped back and put his mask back on. "The kiddies will be safe so long as you behave," he said. He then left the room.
Roberto felt his legs grow weak and he lowered himself back to the ground. Great, he thought to himself. Now he's ugly and psychotic...
Shortly afterwards, the children were led back into the room.
X
Brooklyn listened in on the conversation the cops were having on the ear piece that Elisa had left him. He was grateful that she had it on her as it allowed him to be part of the planning without being present.
"They aren't answering any calls the negotiator has attempted to do."
"So what does that mean?"
"It means that we'll have to wait for them to contact us. They'll probably do it once they find whatever it is they're looking for, or for all we know, they're already calling the families of the hostages and making demands before they move onto us."
"How many snipers do we have on standby?"
"Two per side. We're flying in a few more sharp shooters. We just can't afford more than that. Mayor's afraid they'll get competitive and miscalculate their shot in an attempt to be the first one to get the hit."
"It's also not helping that we haven't had glimpse of the hostages or the gunmen since they've barricaded the doors and moved into the upper levels. There are seven stories in the building... they could be on any of the six upper ones."
"What about some type of scanner to detect heat signatures?"
"It's a financial building. They've got that thing built to be secure to tools like that. The most we'll be able to pick up is if they're near one of the damn windows."
Brooklyn sighed, feeling agitated. At the same time, he understood why the police couldn't just barge into the building. Who knew how the gunmen would react. They could easily shoot at the cops and could equally shoot without regard at the hostages. He glanced back at the building behind him, wondering where his children and the others were. Please, be careful, he thought.
X
Ariana and Graeme made their way to Roberto and crawled up next to him. Marcus sat on his lap and held on as the other children gathered near Roberto, now embarrassed that they had gathered around a stranger to feel better, but still too afraid to set by themselves.
"The ceiling isn't that high... if I were a gargoyle that is. And it's the kind that the panels pop off meaning if I can find the crossbeam, I can move to another floor."
Roberto nodded. "So we'll have to be careful. Graeme, was it the same with yours?"
Graeme nodded. "The problem is how to get the other kids out safely. I mean, the older ones can help lift the smaller ones, but... what if they don't trust us?"
Roberto looked thoughtful. "In my experience, most people, children or adults, will do anything to remain safe, including going against their instinct if provided an explanation."
"Huh?"
"You might have to reveal to them that you're a gargoyle before transforming. The question is when. These guys are like the Quarrymen, only worse, right? They're not going to care that you look like human children right now. And if they intimidate the kids now, they'll turn on you. It's best to wait til the right time."
Ariana nodded.
Alex moved closer to them. "I think I knew when we can do this," he said.
Roberto listened to the child's plan, trying to grasp the concept that he was actually planning an escape with children. He could only hope that someone or something was looking out for them.
X
"What's the status?" Xanatos asked, as he stepped off the boarding stairs of his private jet. Fox stood directly behind him, her face not betraying the anguish that was running though her heart.
"They're bringing in a few sharp shooters to keep an eye out for any sight of the bank robbers. It seems an ID was made on the masks they were wearing and they're classifying this not as an actual bank robbery but a terrorist attack," Owen reported.
"Terrorist attack?" asked Fox.
"Rogue Hunters."
David and Fox recoiled in disgust and fear.
"I have confirmation on one of the sharp shooters. Detective Michael Lee."
David nodded. "Can he meet up with us?"
"We'll have to go to the sight. They're flying them in and transporting them directly."
X
Mike Lee moved away from the group of snipers and joined Xanatos and Fox. Another man, roughly his age, followed. At first, they almost seemed like comical twins, one shorter than the other, both wearing shades that covered their eyes and eyebrows, making them expressionless, one with dark blond hair, the other with brown hair.
Mike jerked his thumb back at the taller man. "This guy is Trent Rhodes. Fellow sharp shooter. Good at following orders. Heard there were some targets we needed to keep an eye out so I figured he should hear what you have to say. Got any pictures of the children in question?"
Xanatos also remained business like and straight to the point despite the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "This is Alex, my child. This security image is the only one we have of Brooklyn, Ariana, and Graeme as humans. These are the two hatchlings in gargoyle form. I don't have one of Brooklyn as I assumed only you needed to know."
Mike turned to Trent. "He's big, red, white hair, horns... almost like a devil."
Trent nodded. "No shooting monsters. That's a first."
Mike turned to Xanatos and bowed. "Trent is a family man, of sorts... so he'll make sure that your children will not be harmed. We'll be overseeing some of the other snipers so we'll be able to control things from there."
"Thank you," said Xanatos.
The two men turned and walked back to the group.
"I don't remember him being that serious and scary," murmured Fox.
"My type of person. But if I were still up to my old ways, I doubt I would have persuaded him to join me."
Fox grinned, despite her heartache. "He probably would have had you banging on the prison doors to be let in."
X
"In latest developments to the hostage situation, negotiations have finally begun as the crisis reaches its third hour. So far the police haven't released much information about the demands, or whether they can confirm if all hostages are still safe. There had been an increase in patrol units and surrounding buildings are now being evacuated. The only demand that was made is that there be no air traffic around the building, and with the safety zones being set up by the police, information is getting harder to obtain. People can only ask, with the sunset due in half an hour, will this situation end with all hostages set free, or will this be tragic bloodshed."
X
Jack watched as the last hostage was led out of the office, leaving only him and Dominique behind. It seemed as with each response they received with the hostages's family or business, they were moved to a different room. Of course, Jack knew how his father would have responded to any ransom calls, which is why he was still here. Jackson Luxer, Sr. bowed down to no one. He would make sure his empire continued up on top. As for Dominique Destine, she ran her own business and she was blatantly stating that she wasn't going to give up any money. Jack had to admit that he was surprised she was still alive. Maybe the men were hoping she would eventually give in, but he highly doubted it.
In fact, she kept glancing at the wall clock, and now there was a cruel smirk on her face. It was an odd time, and other then the sun setting, Jack had no idea what could be so crucial to that time. Maybe she had help on the way.
A few moments later, the door opened, and in walked two of the gunmen.
Jack felt a chill go down his back. He really didn't like the feeling he suddenly got from the two men.
"Boss says we're to make you give us your account number," said one of the man, leering at Dominique.
"As if," she responded.
"We were hoping you'd still have that attitude. Was really interested in seeing if you truly are a red head."
X
Frenchman burst into the office as several of the children began to all out cry. "What is going on here?" he demanded, glaring at Roberto.
"I really need to go to the bathroom," Ariana cried, doing a small dance. Several of the smaller children were nodding, crying, and doing the same. None of them, save for Ariana, were acting. Ariana's tears were what allowed them to also cry in frustration.
Frenchman growled. "Fine. You brats can go to the bathroom again. Boys and girls, line up, and you all better go. Not about to escort your little asses one by one. Everyone goes or nobody goes, got that?"
The children began to line up, sniffling. Ariana and Graeme glanced at the clock in their room nervously. Roberto did his best to not do the same. He knew the sun was getting ready to set, and with the spell that Alex had done, they only had a good ten to fifteen minutes after sunset for the twins to turn back into gargoyles. He only hoped they were in the bathroom when that happened.
Frenchman went over to Roberto and dragged him up. "You, too. Can't have you pissing on yourself when I decide to get some pay back now, can I?"
Roberto kept his face neutral as he stood steady and made his way towards the boys.
"I want you first in and first out, got that?" Frenchman said.
Roberto nodded. "And the children? Let them wait till everyone is done so you don't have to count them as they exit?" he asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"Good idea. Hate to be babysitting. Better yet, you brats don't leave the bathroom until I say so. I'll give you some time to make sure you don't need the bathroom for a while."
Ariana and Graeme rubbed their faces to keep their grins from being seen.
X
Jack grunted as he was slammed to the floor, arms being wrenched behind his back. "Stay still, hero," growled his attacker.
"Don't do this to her!" Jack cried out, frustrated that he couldn't help the woman. Despite her attitude, she didn't deserve to be humiliated the way the men wanted to torture her. Dominique, however, was at least making things difficult. She almost seemed like a woman possessed the way she was fighting back her would be assailant.
"Stupid cunt!" the man roared, as her nails raked across his face. Her suit was already tearing at the seams of her shoulders and a few of her buttons were popped off, exposing what looked like a bra or a one sided off the shoulder top. He had managed to hike her skirt up before he had to use both hands to try to capture hers.
Jack continued to struggle, managing to free one of his hands. He pulled it forward and then slammed it back, hitting the guy in the side. He flipped around, raised his legs, and kicked out at his attacker, sending the man backwards.
The gun the man had hit the ground, too far away from Jack to reach, but too close to the man for Jack to continue his attack. Instead, Jack jumped up and glanced around. Spotting a stapler, he grabbed it and lobbed it at the man before rushing him.
As predicted, the man instinctively blocked his face, neglecting to go after the gun. The stapler hit the wall near his head and he lowered his arms in time to see Jack lunging at the gun. Both men scrambled for it as Dominique and her assailant still fought each other. Despite her efforts, it looked like she was losing as her face contorted in what looked like pain.
Jack reached the gun first and brought it up, striking the guy across the face, knocking him out cold. Not what he was planning exactly, but quite effective. Shaking his head at the stroke of luck, Jack whirled around to point the gun at the other man.
"Get off of her," he demanded, his voice steady despite the blood pounding through his veins.
The assailant froze and Dominique let out a pained moan.
Than moan quickly became an enraged roar.
Jack's jaw dropped as blue wings suddenly emerged from Dominique's back, as well as a few inches of height were added to her. Her assailant let out a panicked cry as he scrambled back, and a thick tail swung out, catching him across the stomach and sending him crashing next to his companion. He lay still, completely out.
Jack lowered the gun and stood looking in amazement, and a bit of fear, at the blue demon like gargoyle with glowing red eyes. An old memory clicked in him, back from when he was getting to know the gargoyles and had listened intently to the stories they had to tell.
"Demona," he whispered.
tbc...
AN 2: Ha ha, Trent Rhodes... AKA Deadshot... a tribute to some friends who I use to roleplay with. Deadshot was their character who was modelled after Death from the Anita Blake series. I had to add him in, just for them. One more chapter guys... I hope... and this story and storyline will be completely done. Remember, this was suppose to be a oneshot... but alas... these guys always get into trouble so... they had to have at least an exiting day.
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