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The Dusk	By : Nyuushin Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 5630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Nighttime Happenings
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DISCLAIMER: K….No, I don’t own Gargoyles, or any characters or plots therein. If I did A) I’d be rich, and B) w:st="on">Brooklyn would be my sex slave =3. All other elements of this story are mine. Also, later on this story shall earn its R rating. So don't complain to me if you don't like lots of angst, sex, and general adult-stuff. XD

It was dusk. The city was bathed in a glorious red sunset. In the park, couples walking along the paths paused for a few minutes, stunned and awed at the beauty of it. To some, this sunset was a time of joy and reflection. It signaled the end of the day….a time for rest. For others, this was a time of action….of awakening. Perhaps, even, a time of hope.
For at sunset, the gargoyles awaken. The creatures of legend, masters of the night. During the day, they sleep in stone silence, statues, shadows of their real selves. Once the sun has set, they burst from their slumber, casting aside their stone casings and spreading wide their magnificent wings. Around the world, in hidden grottos, and atop tall towers, they watch. And wait. And protect. As they have done for centuries. And, fate willing, they will do for centuries more.

A shower of stone fell as the gargoyles atop the Manhattan clock tower awoke from their daily sleep. The largest of them all, known as Goliath, yawned a little loudly, and shook himself to rid his body of the last bit of sleep. Satisfied, he turned and folded his great wings across his shoulders, as though they were a fashionable cloak, and made his way inside the tower. The Trio, Brooklyn, Lexington, and Broadway were somewhat slower, taking their time as they stretched, yawned, and joked with each other. Hudson, the eldest among them, was the slowest, but not because of age. He had stopped to scratch the ears of the beloved gargoyle hound, Bronx. Together, they walked into the tower, heading towards where Goliath sat in a comfy-looking armchair, reading.
“Hail to ye, lad.” Said w:st="on">Hudson, a twinkle in his aged eyes, “And what manner of filth are you reading now?”
The other gargoyle looked up, smiling, at his old mentor. “Nothing you would be interested in, old friend. It’s about time for ‘Days of our Lives’, isn’t it?”
“Aye!” Cried w:st="on">Hudson, as he dashed toward another armchair, this one in front of a somewhat small television on a table. Bronx followed him, flopping beside the chair in typical doggy satisfaction while w:st="on">Hudson used the remote to turn on the TV. The familiar theme song and hourglass was already showing, and Hudson got comfortable for a good night of seeing how George was handling Maria’s new baby, and what was going to happen now that Marsha had gotten back with Harry.
The Trio, on the other hand, were planning a night on the town. They were heading to a concert by a rock band, Limp Bizkit. They had invited Hudson and Goliath to come, but the older gargoyles preferred other forms of music and entertainment. Brooklyn gave a final goodbye to Goliath, and then the three of them leapt off the side of the tower, gliding on a nearby air current that rushed beneath them.
“Hey w:st="on">Brooklyn…” This was Broadway. “Do you think we’ll have time to eat before the concert?” With a sigh and a groan, Brooklyn turned to the rotund gargoyle. “Is that all you ever think about is food? And why are you asking me, anyways?” Lexington got a mischievous look on his face, flapping his squirrel-like wings in mock-excitement. “Cause you’re the second-in-command, of course! Hehehehe….” Both Broadway and Lexington began to laugh, as Brooklyn blushed a little. Even though Goliath had named him second-in-command several weeks before, he still wasn’t used to the idea of leading, and hated it when his gargoyle friends brought it up. “Lay off guys….let’s just get to the concert already. They’re probably already started.”
Still laughing, Broadway and Lexington sped up their pace, all three of them doing their best to grab uprising air currents to try and gain more height and speed. Brooklyn, with his red-skin and beak, was probably the most normal looking of the three. His wings were wide, nearly as wide as Goliath’s, but without their power. Small horns protruded from the top of his head, and his long, shocking-white hair fell down his back, between his wings.
Looking somewhat less human, the closest thing to describing Lexington was a cross between a bat and a flying squirrel. His wings were attached to his arms, spreading from under his armpits to the calves of his legs. Olive-skinned, he shone like a new, green coin. His manner of flying was that of maneuvering his limbs, to gain speed and altitude. Of the three, he was probably the fastest.
Broadway, with his rather large middle, looked decently human as well. However, his lizard-like ears and aquamarine coloring served as a more startling reminder of his inhumanity. This was not to say he was inhuman. In most cultures and beliefs, it would be better if some humans thought like gargoyles, instead of the other way around. Broadway’s wings were similar to Brooklyn’s, but not as large.
Soon, the Trio could see the park coming into view. It might seem strange to have a rock concert in a park, but Limp Bizkit was not completely normal, and far too popular for any indoor venue. It was much cheaper, and more fan-oriented all around, to hold the concert outside. In Manhattan, a park was the only suitable outside venue. Brooklyn glided down low, careful not to let the swelling crowd spot him as he ducked into a cluster of trees, landing softly among the branches. From here, he had an almost perfect vantage point of the stage.
The young gargoyle leaned back against the tree, content. He looked down his nose at the crowd, wondering what all of them had been doing before the concert….what were their names…..how they would feel if they looked up the few short feet and saw him astride the branches, watching with them. These thoughts were almost too painful for him…..both because of his betrayal by humans…..and the human he had lost. The one person since he had awakened from their accursed spell of stone that he could truthfully have admitted to love……his Nicholas. A tear rolled down his eyes, and then, as he looked to the stage, he saw the band come on and begin to play. Perhaps the music this night would soothe his soul, if only a little.

It seemed so long ago now. Goliath, under the advice of w:st="on">Hudson, had decided to choose a second-in-command. The Trio worked hard to prove their worth to their leader, night after night going out to stop as many crimes as they could…..as though a few more muggers under their belt would make a whit of difference with Goliath. To w:st="on">Brooklyn, it got boring after awhile. What made it worse was the constant need to hide. No matter what happened, or how terrible a person was about to be hurt, when they were saved by something like him they treated him worse than they did their assailant. Shouted, threw things at him, and even attempted to fight him off. None of this made any sense to him. But he was used to frightening humans. To have them look upon him as ugly and evil and a monster.
To w:st="on">Brooklyn, it wasn’t what you looked like that made you a monster. It was the way you acted. What you said and did to your fellow man and gargoyle that determined whether you were worthy of being called either. Sometimes….he wished there was someone besides other gargoyles who didn’t think he was a monster. Elisa and Matt meant well, but…Elisa was in love with Goliath. And Matt, no matter that he was a guy too, just wasn’t the same. He wanted someone of his very own. Someone who could see him at his very worst…at his most monstrous….and still say he was beautiful.
But that dream was just that. A dream. He might not be like Demona….she thought that all humans should die. But he had seen far too much of the savagery and fear that inhabited most humans. Even as he struggled to save and protect them, they fought back out of ignorance.
“Who am I kidding…” He thought to himself, gliding low over a building top and making a graceful landing on the edge, his sharp claws digging into the stone and keeping him upright. “Who, in all this fucked up city would ever want to be with someone like me?” The young gargoyle shook his head, lost in his own world of loneliness for a moment.
A sharp cry broke his reverie, and he leaped from the building to the sky, spreading his wings wide to catch the air around him. He looked down, and saw what seemed to a young man, barely 20, hunched to the ground and another human running away from him, laughing maniacally. “Another mugging,” he thought.
With a howl of rage, he dove from the air, effortlessly catching up to the fleeing criminal. Looking behind, the would-be mugger caught only the sight of a hate-filled gargoyle face before he was violently pushed into a wall, the impact sending him unconscious instantly. Brooklyn leaned down and picked up the small bag the mugger had been holding, and slowly returned to the still-prostate young man. He looked up as the gargoyle approached, and drew back in fear and surprise, a small gasp escaping his lips.
This was nothing new to Brooklyn. With a loud sigh, that came out more as a growl, he threw the bag at the man’s feet and turned to go, expecting at any moment to hear either curses or cries of “leave me alone, monster!’ to follow him. What he heard instead made him stop in his tracks.
“Please…” the voice was small, somewhat high for a male, and very polite. “Please……don’t go…..” The red-skinned gargoyle turned and looked at the human, who had managed to rise to his knees. He was handsome, as the humans reckoned things. Night-black hair, accented by surprisingly green eyes, which were soft and penetrating at the same time. He licked his lips nervously, but it seemed his fear was over. Now, his eyes were filled with awe as he looked upon Brooklyn. Suddenly, he lowered his head again. “Thank you…..whoever you are.” Brooklyn was startled. This was the first time since he had started protecting w:st="on">Manhattan that a human had stopped to thank him after a rescue. It was somewhat…disconcerting.
“Please,” He said, kneeling down beside the other male. “I was just doing my job.” The young man shook his head. “No. I owe you for what you’ve done.” Sighing, w:st="on">Brooklyn stood and helped the man up. He turned to go again, and the stranger put his hand on his wingtip, seemingly unafraid. “Please….will I see you again?” Brooklyn was more surprised. He was also wary. He and his family had been betrayed by humans who seemed kind many times before. However, he couldn’t help but believe this man was sincere.
“Of course,” he said. The gargoyle pointed to the top of a nearby roof. “Meet me there tomorrow, after sunset. I’ll be there.” With that, he lifted his wings and took off, fighting to gain altitude in the thick air so close to the ground. As he flew, he heard from below him, “Thank you again! I’ll be waiting!”

Gliding among the rooftops again, Brooklyn could not stop thinking about the young man. It had been…..warming, to his heart, to find someone that did not hate or fear him simply because of the way he looked. He hoped the boy was not evil or using him. Too many times had he, and his clan, had their trust betrayed by others.
Finally, the clock tower came into view. It was almost not a moment too soon. The faint gleam of sunrise could be seen on the horizon. Brooklyn, with an extra burst of speed, glided to the top of the tower, landing on one of the ledges. Goliath turned to him, standing atop his own ledge.
“Good to see you Brooklyn. I was afraid you would not make here for sunrise.” The red-skinned gargoyle shrugged and murmured an apology. He did feel bad for making Goliath worry, but right now he had other things on his mind. As he took his stance upon his ledge, the first few rays of the sun could be seen rising in the distance. The last thought in Brooklyn’s mind before the daily curse of his species turned him to stone was, “Maybe….just maybe…..I’ve found someone I can belong with.”
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