*Glances over at a tied and duck taped Brooklyn. Laughs evily.*
SS: Well I got reviews to do the sequel so here is chapter one.
*Starts to walk over to Brooklyn with a feather.*
SS: I don't own Gargoyles.
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A small gargoyle growled softly as she watched for about the millionth plus one times. Brooklyn held a human in his arms that had long silver hair and kissed her loveingly. The gargoyle roared and pounced at the glass wall in front of her trying to break though it. She slamed her shoulder onto it and toppled back. She stood up and did an arial kick at the glass. Nothing happened and she push herself off doing a backflip. Her red wings drapped over her small tealish colored body. She growled when a man in a lab coat walked in.
The man stopped in front of her cage and looked at her. His eyes were full of fear and the gargoyle chuckled. In his hands he had a tray. He went over to one side of the cage made of steal. He punched in an access code and a small window opened to the cage. He slid the tray in and was going to close the cage when the gargoyle reached out and wrapped a talon around his neck.
"Open the door!" She growled her voice low, haunting, full of hate, and as cold as snow.
"You...you...can...ta...talk?" He stammered.
"Yes! Now open the door!"
The man punched in a code and the door swong open. The gargoyle stepped out dropping the man. She reached around the door and grabed him again. She could see the fear growing in his eyes along with his intrest.
"Who are...y....you?" He stammered.
She thought a minute then answered "Strike!" and tossed him in the cell and closed the door.
She chuckled as she picked up his security card. Strike walked by the front of the cell and waved the card at the man. She opened the door and smiled.
"Easy." She wispered and headed down the hall.
She stopped outside a door and read the title. A small smirk crossed her face as she slid the card and the door opened. She reached in and grabbed a gun along with a few clips she put on her belt. That was hooked onto her torn blue jeans. A midnight blue crop-top was tight to her beast but was ripped to revile alot of her beast. She also grabbed a small knife and sheath then latched it onto her belt too. An alarm sounded and made her jump.
"Shit they know I'm out." She grolwed and dashed out of the room and down the hall.
Strike found her way outside. A small chill went through her body as she looked down at the city below her. It was the first time she had been out in what seam like forever. She heard foot steps behind her getting closer to the door. The feeling of dread set over her as he looked back at the door. She grabbed her wings and looked at them.
"I wonder if I can fly with them." She glanced over the side "Hell of a drop if I can't."
"Give up!" A sharp tone came from behind her.
She turned to see a ten men holding guns aimed at her. Ricky broke through the wall of armed guards.
"Why don't you give up?" He asked takeing a step closer.
"You want me come and get me!" She yelled and lepted off the building.
Her wings shot out and she had caught herself. She was guliding softly in the air when gun fire broke out. She flipped over onto her back and fired back.
'This ain't hard.' She thought to herself.
Strike dove down into city and relized that she was still in New York.
"What do I do now?" She asked out loud and glided down to the top of a building.
Down below her was a boy and girl locked in a deep hug. Their eyes were lock on each other oblivious to anything around them. Strike sighed and looked up.
Up on top of the building Brooklyn held a silver hair human.
"Brooklyn the sun is coming up. You should...." the hunam started
"Don't worry Faith." Brooklyn interupted.
A phone rang and Faith pulled away and from Brooklyn.
"Faith let's go to Bronx park tomorrow night." Brooklyn said and jumped up onto the wall.
Faith nodded and smiled. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and raised it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
The sun started to rise when Fatih yelled: "What she got out! How in Hell!?".
Brooklyn looked over his should at her questioly as his body was encased in stone.
"Damn!" Faith growled and headed from the stairs.
In another part of the city, Strike stands having turned to stone. Her wings were drapped over her shoulders and she stands tall looking out over the city. At her feet lays a empty clip. The gun was in he hand and full. She would be ready if they came for her tomorrow night.
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SS: What do you think?
*Brooklyn iss mumbleing something. She looks over at him and smils walking closer.*
SS: You want to say something?
*He nodds slightly. She pulls the tape off.*
Brooklyn: You still suck at writeing!
SS: Shut up!
*She snapes her fingures and he turns a neon blue. Brooklyn's mouth dropped open. He was left speakless.*
SS: I guess that did it. Please Read and Review.