Stinkfist - MiSTed

(Lynati_1@hotmail.com)

 

"Gargoyles" and all of its original characters were created by Greg Weisman, and are owned by Disney.(too bad, eh?) No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and this  is not authorized by the copyright holder. Well, I don't own them and I'm not making any money off them, either, so lease don't sue me. Besides, I have no money anyway, I'm in college.

ART college.

Any characters within the MiSTed script are the property of Matt Watson. I am not now, nor do I ever, intend to use them. Nemesis and Cybele came from my brain; please leave them alone.

Oh, and recent events have made me decide to add in this further disclaimer: Despite numerous references throughout the fic to wishing for the author's demise in some horrible fashion, I do not actually wish that he is dead. That is just the trauma talking.

 

Lynati: Now, you may say "Ha! Here you are, making fun of someone else's writing, while you don't have any of your own!" This is true. None of my work is posted. Yet. They aren't ready. When they are done, I will put them up, and you can make of them what you will. Including MiSTs, if you feel they deserve it. And while I can't promise they will be anywhere near the top 100 best fan-fics you have ever read, I can promise that they will be the best that my ability, my spellchecker, and my beta-readers can make them. In short, I'm not doing this because I think that 'I'm all that and a bag of chips'- "

 

Cybele: *winces* please don't try to use slang, Lynati.

 

Lynati: ahem. I'm not doing this because I think I am some great writer; I am doing this because I think Watson is a bad one.  (And because I was broke and didn't have a scanner, and wanted to give Mara (this being Mara Cordova, MiSTer of the rest of the Matt Watson saga) something she'd really like for her birthday.) Besides, any attempts I make at humor apparently get taken as insulting anyway, and at least if I  channel it through MiSTing it is deliberate.  I apologize for the rushed intro; originally, I wasn't even going to include one. But it didn't feel quite right without it.

I also apologize for the number of sexual remarks herein- but it was for MARA, after all. I otherwise would not have included quite so many comments of that nature-

 

Nemesis: Suuuure you wouldn't have. You just don't want all the nice people in the audience to know how much of a pervert you really are.

 

Lynati: that's "Pervect". Anyway, without further ado, I give you...

 

 

                        "A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MARA: 'STINKFIST' - MiSTed"

 

Lynati slumps against a tree branch, staring at the purple envelope in her hand.

I can't believe I actually went through the effort to get this card ready to mail by Mara-chan's birthday, and then neglected to send it off for a week. And I still haven't thought of a decent present to get her. I need to watch my fundage, so that means art or writing...or...

"A MiST!! That'd be perfect!"

She leaps off the branch, feeling very odd about writing her actions in third person, and catches a convenient updraft.

But...who can I get to help me...I need at least two people; three seems to be the magic number for starting a MiSTing crew... She muses over this, enjoying the current appearance of her mental mindscape...until she lands at the post office and finds it closed.

No stamps...DAMMIT!!!

Lynati is in the process of working up to an overdramatized introduction fit when she notices a pair of gargoyles (or at least, a gargoyle and something that sometimes vaguely resembles a gargoyle, if you didn't look too close) walking down the street.

Mmm, plot contrivance! Soon I'll be able to cease writing in the present tense...god this format sucks...I think I'll switch...

 

"Nemesis! Cybele! Over here!" she waved at them, trying to get their attention. Both stopped and stared at her, talking quietly to each other out of the sides of their mouths as she made her way across the street.

"...get out of this with the rest of our bodies and minds intac- Oh, hey there, Lynati! How's the fic going?"

Lynati shrugged, not meeting their eyes. "Alright, I guess. I'm actually on a little break right now- I need to make a birthday prezzie for a friend...you two want to help me do a MiST?"

"NO! Eh, no thank you." said Nemesis quickly. "We've been out all day, we need to go get dinner. Right away."

Cybele looked like she was about to say something, but Nemesis pointed to the lavender-grey gargoyle's metallic feet,

and Cy swallowed her words.

"So, no MiST-help then?" Lynati frowned slightly.

"Sorry, no."

"Oh, alright then." spoke the furry grey gargoyle with a sigh. "I haven't eaten yet either. Why don't you guys come over to

my place, and I'll order us a pizza?"

Cybele and Nemesis glanced at each other, relieved.

"Sure, pizza sounds great."

Lynati nodded, and the door to her headquarters appeared in front of them.

"Just as long as I don't have to deliver it." added Nemesis, narrowing her eyes.

Ignoring the now faintly-glowing vengeance demon at her back, Lynati hurried to unlock the door.

"Make yourselves at home" she said, shoving open the door and entering.

"Umm...very clean." said Cybele, searching for something complimentary to say about the stark white room. "Is that a futon?"

"Yup!" Lynati called cheerfully as she picked up the phone.

Both Nemesis and Cybele froze, turning to look at their host.

"Oh, shit." Whispered Nemesis, her skin paling as her aura began to darken in color.

Cybele glanced at her small companion. "What's wrong? I mean, that smile is awfully weird-looking, but-"

Nemesis still hadn't moved. "You've never seen her smile like that before. I have. It means bad things are coming.

Most people, when they smile like that, it's bad enough...but Lynati is an ~author~. Or is at least trying to be one. Come on.

 Let's get out of here before it's too late." She tugged Cybele's arm and headed for the door.

The sound the phone receiver made when it landed in the cradle was ominously loud.

"Going somewhere?" asked Lynati, still smiling brightly.

Damn that's creepy.  Cybele turned back, her hand above the doorknob.

"No, we were just-"

Next to her, Nemesis made a choked sound. Cy glanced over.

The door had vanished.

Lynati kept grinning at them.

Cybele swallowed. "Eh, do you think we can take her?" she said softly.

Nemesis shook her head. "No. Not even if we were NOT in her personal domain. There's no telling what she's capable of-

 she made me, after all."

Heaving a sigh, the tall gargoyle closed her eyes. "We're not getting out of here until we help you MiST that fic, are we?"

Lynati, looking more and more like an anime chibi by the minute, nodded. "Uh-huh!"

"Alright. It can't be THAT bad."

"You say that now- you've never been present for a MiST!" countered Nemesis. "I dropped by when she was working on

the last one- believe me, a few minutes being forced to read poorly written fanfic is a few minutes too many! Just who are we

 supposed to be MiSTing, anyway?"

"Matt Watson."

"Kill me now."

Cybele glanced at the two. "I'm missing something, aren't I?"

"Yes, and you should be thankful of that! Saccharine Mary-Sue fics are bad enough; egotistical self-inserters are something the

 world should never have to deal with. And this guy manages to combine the worst aspects of both while breaking laws four,

 five, and six of the Fanfic Commandments."

"Come on, it'll be fun!" said Lynati, trying to convince them.

Nemesis narrowed her eyes. "You think rearranging furniture is fun."

Lynati blinked, and for a split-second narrowed her eyes back at Nemesis, before returning to her mazuko-like expression.

Nemesis sighed. "Fine. The sooner we start, the sooner it'll be over."

"What about the pizza? I'm still famished"

Nemesis shook her head. "No point in eating until AFTER this is over. Trust me."

Lynati flopped onto the futon and picked up the remote, pointing it at the wall across from her. Resignedly, the other two

 joined her. Lynati reached to cue the music, only to have Cybele's tail come down on her wrist.

"I've seen Mystery Science Theater 3000. I agree to do the fic, but not a filk to the intro song."

"Fine. Strait to the g- er, the stuff, then."

 

 

 

*click*

 

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All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles

 

Cybele: Hooked on chronic worked for me!

Lynati (as Aaron): "We were gonna have a good season 3, but then we got high..."

Nemesis: O.O   DON'T DO THAT!! That's more disturbing than you acting kawai!!!!

Lynati: *slightly malevolent giggle*

 

Are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these

copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. All original

characters are the property of Matthew Watson

 

Cybele: poor bastards.

 

Reply-To: "Matt Watson"

 

Cybele: I got a killer case of syphilis-

 

From: "Matt Watson"

 

Nemesis and Lynati: *Give Cybele a strange look*

 

Subject:

 

Nemesis: -Crappy-

 

Fanfiction

 

Nemesis: X-Files Case No. 882 - the case of the lame-ass self-insertion fic writer.

 

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Stinkfist.

 

All: *giant anime sweatdrops*

Cybele: if that title doesn't positively scream "bad yaoi", I don't know what does.

Lynati: *shrugs* I survived Invsi Xavier's entry to the King of Porn Contest. No way this could possibly be worse.

Nemesis: But why drag US into it??

Lynati: ...I afraid to read it by myself.

 

By Matthew Watson

Matty_Watson@yahoo.com

 

My fourth fic now.

 

Lynati: that's four too many.

 

To keep up to date on what's happening, read my other

works first please.

 

Lynati: Or, if you want to retain your lunch, don't ever read another word written by him again. Including the work we are MiSTing.

Stop right now and go read someone decent. I can give you a list, if you like.

 

Comments and suggestions are welcome The Gargoyles

 

Cybele: *scoffs* Nobody ever welcomes the gargoyles.

 

And all characters associated are the property of Buena Vista and Disney.

 

Nemesis: odd, Lynati associates quite a few of her own characters with the gargoyles and none of THEM belong to Disney.

Cybele: *nods* I've read a few Buffy the vampire slayer crossover fics; doesn't she belong to Joss Whedon and his lot?

 

Except Matt, he's mine. And to be honest, he's me!

 

Lynati: I would have preferred a lie.

 

My story has nothing to do with

 

All: Good writing

 

Buena Vista or Disney. Big thanks to Lex Wyvern for letting me use his idea

from '2004'.

 

Nemesis: Would that be "2004: a slash odyssey"?

Lynati: I don't know. He's one in the archive that I haven't read yet.

 

Stay strong and hold your head high pal! Apart from that, thisis purely MY work.

 

Nemesis: Wow, he claimed responsibility for it. I'm impressed. Most people try to hide their mistakes.

 

Description.

 

Brooklyn has been captured by the Quarrymen. Matt is heartbroken and more

vengeful than ever. Can Brooklyn survive the torture they're putting him

through?

 

Lynati: I think he could survive anything after what you've already put him through.

Nemesis: Besides, Brooklyn's one tough bastard. And I don't think Watson has the creativity to some up with anything along the lines

of what Cyrway did to him in her saga, Pestilence did to him in "Necromancer", or what you do to him every other day...

 

What would happen if the Gargoyles found Castaway? Read on to find out! MATURE READERS ONLY!!!

 

Nemesis: that counts me out...

Lynati and Cybele: *grab her and pull her back down into her seat*

 

Due to extreme violence and violent language.

 

Nemesis: Well, I suppose that's some consolation...

 

(Lexington's voice-over)

 

Nemesis: It starts good at least.

 

Previously on Gargoyles....

 

Nemesis: *frowns* Hey! That doesn't sound anything like him!

 

(Show Matt and Brooklyn holding each other in 'The Beautiful People')

 

"I love you so much."

 

(Show Matt protecting the Gargoyles in 'Don't Let It Be Me' and killing

Quarrymen in 'Ten Ton Hammer')

 

Nemesis and Cybele: *glance into Lynati's mind to read said scenes from past fics, then laugh hard enough to fall out of their seats* 

 

"If anyone ever did anything like that to you, I would physically kill them.

 

Nemesis: Well, that's no fun! What about the months of mental torture? Of ripping everything they hold dear from them, leaving them

 wallowing in the sad remains of their life! What about dream walking into their minds each night and giving them dreams of certain

dolphin-related scenes from the webcomic "Jack"?

 

I would never let anything like that happen to you. I love you too much to

leave you to suffer.

 

Nemesis: but the more you suffer, the more you show you really care...right?

Cybele: Uhh...

Lynati: What? Sounds right to me.

 

I feel the same way about the rest of this Clan."

 

(Show Matt talking to his family in Hospital.)

 

"I've come to promise you, that me and the Gargoyles will kill every last

one of those Nazi mother fuckers if it means I end up in the same place as you

lot."

 

Cybele: wouldn't it make more sense to go after the quarrymen?

 

(Show Quarrymen capturing and beating Brooklyn in 'Ten Ton Hammer'.)

 

"If he's done anything to Brooklyn.......I'll gut him like a fucking fish."

 

Nemesis: And if Brooklyn's fine, I'll fuck him like a gutted fish.

 

 

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Stinkfist.

 

It's not enough.

 

All: Yes it is. Now stop writing. You've already given the entire plot away in your teaser.

 

I need more.

 

Lynati: Too bad. You can't have it.

 

Nothing seems to satisfy.

 

Nemesis: Slut.

 

I don't want it.

 

I just need it.

 

To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

 

Finger deep within the borderline.

 

Lynati: *confused* is that supposed to be some kind of weird sexual metaphor?

 

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

 

Relax, turn around and take my hand.

 

Cybele: I don't want to. I know where it's been.

 

Stinkfist -

 

All: Matt Watson is a-

 

Tool

 

 

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Brooklyn awoke in his dark and dingy room. AWOKE!? Yes! He was still alive!

 

Cybele: yeah, that must have been a big surprise- most people don't awaken dead.

Nemesis: I did.

Cybele: ...oh.

 

But why? Why didn't they just kill him when he turned to stone?

 

Nemesis: because it's no fun without you writhing and bleeding and pleading for your life?

 

His thoughts were cut short by the rush of pain that surged through his body

from the beating he'd received the night before. Despite he'd turned to

stone, some of his injuries hadn't healed. 2 of his talons on his right hand

were broken, his left leg kept giving way beneath him, his nose was broken

and his head felt like someone was pressing 3 weights from all sides onto

his head. He remembered the one name Matt had called the Quarrymen more than

any other:

 

Cybele: Honey?

Lynati: Sweetie-pie?

Nemesis: Big Daddy Yes?

 

~Nazis.~

 

All: oh.

 

~He was right to do so.~ Brooklyn thought to himself, ~They torture

Gargoyles, then kill them when they have no further use for them. They're

modern-day Nazis.

 

Lynati: *sings softly* She's a modern-day Delilah...keeps her scissors razor sharp...

 

Matt's been right all along. I wish I'd had a gun during

the battle  too. I would have killed these bastards.~

 

Nemesis: Brooklyn, since when did you need a gun to kill people? You're a gargoyle. You can claw through metal with your talons.

 

Brooklyn had discovered he wasn't the only Gargoyle kept there. This was a

'Detention Centre' for Gargoyles. They had captures Gargoyles from around

the Country. They all had number tags in their ears. He was 84-LKDNBMP. That

was all anyone here ever called him.

 

Nemesis: Other than the ton of insulting epithets they dumped on him daily.

 

Whenever he didn't respond when his name was called out,

 

Lynati: That's not a name, it's a number! Giving him a new name is nowhere near as demeaning as insisting on calling him by a number

would be.

 

since he wasn't used to it yet, a Quarrymen would kick him and say:

 

"That means you monster."

 

Nemesis: That must have gotten old real fast.  Hey, how many days has Brooklyn been there, anyway?

Lynati: *goes to check* It doesn't say. How...sloppy. Hmm. Maybe he mentioned it in the last fic?

 

At that moment, he heard the door to his room being unlocked. He covered his

eyes as he wasn't used to the light. He saw a man in a navy blue suit and red tie

enter his room followed by two Quarrymen.

 

Cybele (as the two quarrymen): Get in there with the gargoyle, loser! That'll teach you to break the dress code!

 

"At last, one of Goliath's Clan."

 

Brooklyn recognised the voice. It was Castaway. He stood to an attention-like stance,

 

Lynati: Must have been difficult, since his left leg keeps giving away beneath him.

Nemesis: Brooklyn wouldn't stand at attention for that creep. Not even to mock him. *sniffs disapprovingly.*

 

put his talon on his left hand under his nose, imitating a moustache,

 

Lynati: Somehow, given the structure of his face, I sincerely doubt they could tell he was trying to do anything else but wipe his nose,

or maybe pretend he didn't like how they smelled...

 

and extending his right arm fully and began chanting:

 

"SEIG HEIL!!! SEIG HEIL!!! SEIG HEIL!!!"

 

The other two ran over and began to hit Brooklyn with some kind of metal

poles.

 

Nemesis: bubble-blowers?? If they have cool shapes on the end, they might have been bubble-maker poles.

Lynati and Cybele, at the same time: Telephone poles?

Nemesis: Maybe those ones with the nets on the end that they use to clean out swimming pools.

Cybele (musing): An Olympic vaulting-pole would have been too long to fit into the room...

 

Brooklyn grabbed hold of one of the poles as it came towards his head. He swung the

Quarryman holding onto the other end into the second one and sent them flying into

the wall.

 

Lynati: Hopping up and down on one leg the whole time.

 

He then ran to Castaway, punching his with his good hand and sent him sprawling across

the floor like the weak, cowardly little shit he was.

 

Lynati: Punching his what?

Nemesis: Hey! "weak and cowardly"?? That's not a very nice way to describe your boyfriend!

Lynati: I think he meant Castaway- but it IS hard to tell with all those pronouns.

 

He darted out of the door and began to run on all-fours down the corridor. He could hear

other Gargoyles cheering and chanting him on from behind their cells.

 

Cybele (as other gargoyles): Toga! Toga! Toga!

Nemesis: Run, Forest, run!

 

The alarm went off as he ran and red lights began flashing. This didn't distract Brooklyn

or make him hesitate at all. He was gonna get out of there no matter what. But then his

leg gave way underneath him and he fell to his knees.

 

Lynati: Whaa- Hey! Even I, a piddly little human, can mange to travel on my hands and one foot. And he's already on all-fours, it not like

 he couldn't easily left the leg up and keep going.

 

He struggled to get up and run, but

 

Cybele: Why did Mara MiST the rest of the Matt Watson series?

 

 it was no good.

 

 

 He was in too much pain to do anything. He saw a bunch of Quarrymen run around the corner

with more metallic staffs. He tried to get up, but was hit across the back of the head with

a staff. He covered up as much as he could.

 

Cybele: *funny look* Geez, Matt, Brooklyn may be big, but he's not THAT big.

Lynati: Cy, I'm not sure Matt was necessarily implying-

Cybele: No male I have ever seen while in a beat-down situation doesn't cover his cajones first and worry about the rest later.

Lynati: You should know by now that Matt doesn't sweat little things like "realism".

 

He screamed in pain as he felt the metallic ends of the staffs send a surge of pain through

 every open space of his body.

 

All: *Stare*

Cybele: Castaway must have watched those alien-abduction anal probe shows one too many times.

 

His legs, his ribs, the back of his head, his spine. Castaway stopped them.

 

"NO! Leave him. I want this monster to suffer."

 

Nemesis: What, hitting his repeatedly with metal poles that arguably have some sort of electro-shock capabilities isn't suffering?

Lynati: Castaway wanted to do something worse than that. He decided to read Brooklyn the musical re-write of the earlier three fics.

 

After hearing that, Brooklyn fell unconscious from the pain.

 

 

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Angela knocked on the door to Brooklyn's room gently.

 

Cybele (as Angela): Give me my Brad Pitt calendar back, you English psycho! And it better not be all sticky this time!!

 

"Are you there Matt?" she asked gently.

 

"Yeah, 'owey in Angela." he replied sadly.

 

Lynati: Apparently, Matt has been taking language lessons from Alexander.

 

Angela slowly entered the room.

 

All (tiredly): And the room didn't like it one bit.

 

She saw Matt with Brooklyn's guitar in his hands. He was slowly strumming the strings with

a plectrum.

 

Nemesis: Usually, he liked to play with Brooklyn's instrument with his bare fingers, but-

Lynati: *whaps Nemesis with a pillow*

 

 Angela sat next to him.

 

"You can play the guitar?"

 

"Yeah. I never told ya'z did I? Huh, it's all I can do now to make myself feel better."

He put the guitar down as he finished.

 

Nemesis: *nods* ahhh, so he's one of those guys who's got a music/self-gratification kink, eh?

 

Angela put an arm around his shoulder.

 

"Don't worry Matt. We'll find him. I promise you that."

 

"I know we'll find him. as long as I still breathe and walk on this planet,

we'll find him. But why? Why did they take him away from me?

 

Lynati: err, I don't think they did it to piss off you personally. See, he's a gargoyle, and the quarrymen want to kill all gargoyles.

Nemesis: But then, this is the Watsonverse, in which everything DOES really revolve around Matt.

Lynati: Point.

Nemesis: Let's just hope Matt doesn't decide to go swimming, else they'll never find Brooklyn. Then again...

*picks up the Matty voodoo doll that she's been making, and flings it into the fish tank*

Lynati: Ack! Nem, that doll won't last long enough to force Matt to swim- there's a piranha in that tank!

Nemesis: *smiles* I know.

 

He's the one person throughout my entire life that EVER loved me. Now he's gone. I might

never have anyone else like him again."

 

Cybele: I'm sure you could write someone new, Matt.

 

Angela embraced Matt. Matt leaned into Angela and sighed deeply.

 

Cybele: O.O  Well that was a little fast, but it's nice to see you're listening.

 

 A single tear ran down his face. Angela saw this and she felt Matt's pain. Someone she

loved as family and a friend was gone just like that and he may not return home. Angela

stroked Matt's

 

All: ...

 

hair.

 

All: Phew!

 

She noticed it was beginning to grow back now.

 

"Matt?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Lex isn't doing too well over this either. Maybe you should go talk to him.

I've already tried and it didn't do any good."

 

Nemesis: Did you try talking to him while giving him a hand job? That usually helps.

 

"Okay."

 

Nemesis: ...

 

They both got up and left Brooklyn's room. as they walked down the corridor, they could hear

 Lexington sobbing uncontrollably in his room. When they reached the door, Matt gave a

 concerned look to Angela.

 

Nemesis (as Matt): Did you forget to remove the nipple clamps again, Angie-chan?

Lynati:...   WHAT IS WITH YOU TONIGHT???

Nemesis: You haven't written me enough gratuitous sex scenes recently. Zelgadis isn't even really in any of your fics anyway; lay off the

 sidewinders and get back to me, eh?

 

Angela nodded and Matt knocked on the door gently.

 

"Lex?"

 

"Leave me alone!" Lexington replied tearfully.

 

Nemesis: You heard him. Go away. Look, you're making him cry!

 

"Please Lex. Ya need to be with someone right now."

 

"Okay, but don't try anything funny okay? I'm not in the mood."

 

Cybele (as Matt): *Puts down the banana-cream pie and the itching powder* Dammit!

 

Matt slowly opened the door. He looked in and saw Lexington waiting for him.

 

Nemesis: I thought he just said he wasn't in the mood?

 

His face was streamed with tears and his eyes were bloodshot. His body was

trembling all over. Matt couldn't bare to see Lexington like that. He walked

in and shut the door behind him. He walked over and sat on the bed next to

Lexington. He wrapped his arms around the smaller Gargoyle

 

Lynati: Smaller than what other gargoyle? He's the only one in the room. You're not a gargoyle, Matt. (At least, not yet...)

 

and Lexington continued to cry on Matt's shoulder. Lexington put his arms around Matt's

back and embraced as tight as he could. This brought the tears back into Matt's eyes.

 

Lynati (as Matt): lemme go...you're crushing...me...

 

"Stay strong Lex. Stay strong. We WILL find him do you hear me? We WILL find

him. Even if it means we have to have every bone in our bodies shattered we

WILL find him. Stay strong and hold your head high."

 

Nemesis(sings) : When your feeling down and out...

Lynati: wonderin' what your life is all about...

Nemesis: Lift your head up high-

(Both): And blow your brains out!

Cybele: *scoots away from them*

 

Lexington looked up at his friend. He saw his face was now streaming with tears too.

 

Nemesis: Those aren't tears, Lex.

 

"Thanks Matt. But it's just that they've taken my best friend away from me.

I love him and now he's gone."

 

"I know how you feel. I love him too. He's the best friend I've EVER had. He

was the only person who ever truly loved me. Now those mutha fucking

 

Lynati (as Pikachu from the "all you bitches" music video): Mutha Fucka!!

 

bastards have taken him away from us. I swear we'll make them all pay for

what they've done."

 

Cybele: Two dollars and fifteen cents, please.

 

Lexington began to cry again.

 

Lynati: He obviously thinks Brooklyn is worth more than that.

 

Matt couldn't help but do the same. They laid down on the bed together and cried their

hearts out. They eventually grew tired and fell asleep in each others arms

 

Cybele: For a yaoi fic, it certainly lacks a certain something in its bedroom scenes.

Lynati: Thank God.

 

 

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Goliath, Xanatos, Owen, Hudson and Elisa were all in the control room,

 

Cybele: - playing strip twister-

 

working out how to find the Quarrymen and rescue Brooklyn. They were

thinking about all the possible places the Quarrymen could be holding Brooklyn, as well as

run their base of operations.

 

"What about Cyberbiotics old underground Headquarters Owen?" asked Xanatos.

 

Nemesis: Xanatos, you dumbass, that's where the Labyrinth is!

Lynati: I'm not sure Xanatos knows that in this fic.

Nemesis: Good point. Matt, you dumbass, that's where the Labyrinth is!!

 

"It is indeed possible they could be hiding there."

 

"But then I think Derek would have told us by now if that happ..."

 

As she was about to finish, Elisa realised what she'd just said and her eyes

widened with horror.

 

Lynati (as Elisa):Oh Fuck! I just told Xanatos where my brother's been hiding!

 

"Oh my God! What if they've taken Derek and the others!?"

 

She looked at the others panic-stricken.

 

"We'd better see if they're all right!"

 

"Very well Detective. Owen, bring the remaining Steel Clan Robots online,

and hook them up with the visual communicators."

 

Cybele: Dude, I don't think Talon's much going to appreciate you sending the steel clan to come invade his home. Better say your last

 goodbyes to those drones, 'cause they're gonna be fried as soon as the Mutates see them.

 

"Yes sir." replied Owen as he began typing commands into a computer.

 

"Don't worry Detective. If they have done anything to Derek, they're also

equipt with heat sensors which can indicate the whereabouts of their past

presence

 

Nemesis: and fuchsia?

 

in other areas so we can track them down to their Headquarters. The

heat sensors can also detect footprints."

 

Nemesis (as Xanatos): It's a good thing the Mutates wear hotboots everywhere.

Cybele: Wouldn't their visual scanners be more use in finding footprints than heat sensors?

 

"Okay. Thanks Xanatos. I owe you."

 

"Not as much as I owe you Detective." he said with his usual smug grin.

 

Lynati: Thus letting Elisa know he was being sarcastic, and further rubbing in the fact that he now virtually owned her.

 

For once Elisa smiled at Xanatos.

 

Lynati (as Elisa): Hey sexy.

 

Something she'd never done before. Goliath and Hudson noticed this too and they looked suprised.

The Steel Clan entered the room. There were 8 left over from what the Gargoyles

had left of them in recent years' battles.

 

Cybele: and about three-hundred new ones that Xanatos Enterprises had been making over those years.

 

Owen hooked them up to cables leading to a console with many switched, buttons and levers.

This then had one giant cable which lead into the Computer. He then typed the command for a

reconnaissance mission to the Labyrinth. Then they were then disconnected. Xanatos then gave

the command:

 

"Commence."

 

The Steel Clan then left the room. The 8 monitor screens flickered on and they could see what

the Robots could see.

 

Nemesis: Or, more concisely put, "Xanatos had the steel clan robots hooked up to the computer, and gave them the command to began their

 mission as soon as it was uploaded." Although, I don't recall them ever having to be hooked up to the computer before...they must be

defective. He should have used one of those three hundred new ones.

 

 

"Hudson, gather the others. I think they will want to see this. Especially Matt." Goliath

 ordered Hudson.

 

Hudson left the room hurriedly. She found Angela and Broadway in the TV room talking.

 

Cybele: Hudson is a "she" now??

 

"Have any of ye seen Lexington and Matt!?"

 

"I left Matt in Lex's room with him. Why?"

 

"Goliath wants all of ye in the control room. We're searching for the Quarrymen with the

Steel Clan. Well what we've left of 'em anyway." he said that with a grin.

 

Lynati: I thought they were being sent on a reconnaissance mission to the Labyrinth, not after the Quarrymen?

Nemesis: *sigh* Apparently matt has decided to move the clones from there in favor of making that a secret Quarrymen HQ.

Lynati and Cybele: Ohhh.

 

"I'll get Lex and Matt." said Broadway.

 

He got up and darted down the corridor. He banged on Lexington's

 

All: *snicker*

 

door.

 

"Lex!? Matt!? You in there!?"

 

Lynati: Nobody in here but us chickens!

 

"Yeah! What is it!?" asked Matt.

 

"Goliath wants us in the control room now! Xanatos is using the Steel Clan to search for

the Quarrymen!"

 

He heard a lot of shuffling behind the door, followed by heavy footsteps. Matt and Lexington

 poked their heads around the door with looks of excitement and determination on their faces.

 

"Lead the way, Broad-way"

 

They groaned at Matt's

 

All: Fanfic.

 

joke

 

All: Same thing.

 

and hurried to the Control room.

 

 

 

 

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Brooklyn woke up groaning.

 

Lynati(as Brooklyn): Shit, I'm still in this damn fic.

 

he tried to move. He screamed and he clutched at his ribs. They must be bruised or broken.

 

Lynati: If he's screaming from the pain, I'm betting on broken. Bruised ribs just make you hiss every time you inhale.

 

He was in the greatest pain just by moving a few inches. He curled up and held his legs to

his body.

 

Nemesis: and then started screaming even louder, discovering it was the most painful position to be in with injured ribs.

 

He found himself in a cage now. They had obviously moved him to a more secure room.

 

"Hurts doesn't it monster?"

 

Lynati: "Lacks a comma doesn't it Matt?"

 

a familiar voice came out of the darkness.

 

Lynati: CALIGO???

 

Brooklyn stopped moving and he looked around as best he could without moving

his body.

 

"Castaway! Come out and show yourself you coward!"

 

Brooklyn's rage was boiling over. He felt his ribs start to kick in again

from his sudden outburst of fury.

 

Nemesis: wait, wait, wait. His ribs had...what? Stopped beating for a minute there?

Cybele: ...Maybe they kicked him in the ribs because of his sudden outburst?

Lynati: of fury.

Cybele: err, right. Can't forget the fury. *rolls her eyes*

 

He groaned again and his eyes began to glow and he growled from frustration.

 

Nemesis (as Tank Girl): It's awfully hard for me to play with myself in this thing.

 

Castaway appeared out of the darkness in Brooklyn's line of view. He was still in his usual

 navy blue suit and red tie.

 

Lynati: if he's in his usual suit, why bother describing it again?

 

He glared at Brooklyn. Not in triumph as Brooklyn had expected, but with hatred.

 

Cybele (doubtful): Brooklyn wasn't expecting hatred?

 

"I do so DESPISE you monsters! Your kind are an abomination! You do not

deserve to live!"

 

"Who are you to judge who deserves to live and die!?"

 

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): Don't you know only Matt Watson has that kind of power!?

 

"I am a leader. A leader of a special people.

 

Nemesis: They all take a special bus to school in the morning!!

 

We only seek to open peoples eyes to the world. To open their eyes to what you monsters

really are! Your hidious beings!

 

Lynati: Hey! He's not hideous! Which is how you spell hideous properly, btw.

 

 You do not deserve a place on this planet!

 

Cybele: Why not, we were here before you, asswipe.

 

We seek to wipe out that which is evil and impure!"

 

Nemesis: So go stick you head in an industrial-sized blender.

 

"In that case, you better take a gun, put it in your mouth and pull the

trigger you fucking murderer."

 

"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A MURDERER!!"

 

Nemesis (As Brooklyn): I DOUBLE DOG dare you, nutmuncher!

 

"That's exactly what you are! You think Gargoyles are impure because we're

different to what you and most other people call normal, so you wanna kill

us! Remember a guy called Hitler? Remember what happened because he thought

Jews, Gypsies, Homosexuals and mentally ill people were impure? Millions

were murdered! 6 and a half million Jews were murdered by the Nazis because

of that sick bastard Hitler!

 

Lynati: *raises one finger * - ah-   oh, forget it.

 

You say you wanna make the world a better and

safer place for Humanity? THE HELL YOU DO!!! You just wanna reach your

filthy racist goal!

 

Nemesis: Which in his eyes would make the world a safer place for humanity. Don't bother arguing with fanatics; they're immune to logic.

 

You wanna kill Gargoyles for what we are, and anyone who respects and stands by us, because

of what they believe in! That makes you no better than any Nazi, any murderer, any racist.

YOU'RE NO BETTER!!! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT DESERVES TO DIE!!!"

 

Lynati: Wow, Brooklyn. You want this guy dead for no other reason that his personal beliefs. Doesn't that make you no better than a bigoted

 murderer, too?

 

Brooklyn keeled over in pain again and screamed. castaway now grew smug and

mocking.

 

"A very moving speech monster. You move me to tears."

 

"I'm not trying to move you to tears. I'm just telling the truth."

 

Castaway grew angry and frustrated again. He screamed at Brooklyn through

the bars.

 

"DAMN YOU MONSTER!! DON'T YOU KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP!? DO YOU NOT KNOW WHEN

YOU ARE BEATEN!!?"

 

"I do, but it looks like you don't know when to shut up. Or when YOU'RE

beaten."

 

"WHAT DO YOU.....OH FORGET IT JUST SHUT UP!!!"

 

Lynati: See? Logic just confuses them.

Nemesis: That wasn't logic!

Lynati: ^_^

Nemesis: ...

 

Brooklyn did indeed have Castaway beaten. Verbally.

 

Nemesis: too bad Castaway has him locked in a cage and can order his execution any time he wants.

 

Castaway had lost his patience over him. Brooklyn smiled inwardly even though he showed pain

on the outside. Castaway pulled a small device out of his jacket. Pointed it at

the wall, and pressed a button. A screen flickered. Brooklyn saw Matt the

night he massacred the Quarrymen on the building during the fight. He then

saw him and Matt holding each other on the ledge of the building. Castaway

turned off the screen and faced Brooklyn, a look of disgust on his face.

 

"That was footage shot by my spy monster!

 

Nemesis: you have a spy monster? COOL! I want a spy monster!!

 

You have brainwashed this boy into believing you're no danger to Humanity, AND YOU'RE HAVING

A HOMOSEXUAL AFFAIR WITH HIM!! YOU PERVERTED BEAST!!"

 

Lynati (As Brooklyn, with giant anime sweatdrop): Hey! It's not my fault he's writing me this way!

 

"First of all, We didn't go to Matt, Matt came to us.

 

Nemesis: Preaching and teaching us all about the wonders of Homosexuality, SDSM, beastiality, and that thing with the fruit wedges...

 

Secondly, I didn't come onto him, he came onto me.

 

Cybele: we're both too scared to actually try anal, see, so foreplay gets really messy.

 

 Thirdly, he loved me a long time before we even met.

 

Nemesis: that happens only in songs. The reality of it is much more about self-delusion than anything.

 

Fourthly, we're not gay, we're bi.

 

Nemesis (as Castaway): Oh! Well, that changes everything! Here, I'll let you out.

 

And fifthly, I love him very much.

 

Lynati: Why is it so important to you that people understand you're bisexual- and not gay!- before they understand how much you

love your mate?

 

There's nothing you or anyone else can do about it."

 

Castaway was staring at Brooklyn in horror.

 

"How can any Human be naturally.....ATTRACTED to a monster like you!?" he

spat with venom in his words.

 

Lynati: It's the hair. Brooklyn has the sexiest hair I've ever seen, living or dead, animated or in RL.

Nemesis: *takes out her foot-long blade, named "Sasha", and begins to examine the edge* I'm sorry, Castaway, do you have a problem

with interspecies relationships?

 

"The same way any Human can be attracted to any other Human. Or any Gargoyle

to any other Gargoyle."

 

Cybele: It's all about secondary sex characteristics.

 

"How can he love YOU?"

 

Cybele: you know, if Pest were here, we'd probably be getting a "Yeah, how could anyone love a guy with a beak" comment about now.

Lynati: It's just not quite the same without the perverted little bugger, is it?

 

"I don't know. All I know is that he loves me very much. He would die for

me. And I feel the same about him. Besides, if God didn't want 2 people to

show their emotions and true feelings for each other, he would have made

love a sin."

 

"He needs his eyes opened then too. If the plan goes accordingly, the rest

of your Clan will be coming to rescue you by following the bait we've

planted. If it works..."

 

Castaway leaned closer to Brooklyn and smiled evilly.

 

"...we'll see if your friend IS willing to die for you."

 

Lynati (as Castaway): MWAHAHAHAHA!! Ph34r my 1337 70r7ur3 s|<i11z!!

 

Brooklyn's eyes flared up again and he threw himself at the bars. He

couldn't feel the pain from his ribs. His adrenaline and rage had overcome

him.

 

Cybele (singing): What's come over me- WHOOO! Here it comes agaaaain!

 

"NO!!! YOU BASTARD!!! IF YOU TOUCH MATT I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

 

Castaway just laughed evilly.

 

Lynati: no, see, the evil laughter was earlier. I had to add it in due to this being one of the dullest scenes I've read since...well, since the

last time I read one of Matt's works unMiSTed.

 

He snapped his fingers and a band of Quarrymen came out of the darkness. They opened the cage

 and piled through the door. They proceeded to pummel Brooklyn to the ground. Brooklyn felt

a crack in his knee and he screamed in pain.

 

Nemesis (sarcastically): No, he screamed in jubilation.

 

He began to cry from the sheer agony he felt. By the time Castaway called them off, Brooklyn

 was left in a pool of his own blood, weeping and struggling to breathe.

 

"Don't worry monster. If the plan goes accordingly, you should both be in a

cage together."

 

Cybele: *hums dramatic music*

 

With that, Castaway left Brooklyn to suffer. Brooklyn knew was close to

dying. He was lucky Castaway called them off so soon. Otherwise he would

never have been able to see Matt or any of the Clan again. Not in this life.

 

Nemesis: Yet he lived- a fate worse than a Star Wars prequel. 

 

 

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"OH MY GOD!! THEY'VE TAKEN THEM!!" Elisa shouted out.

 

Nemesis: What would the quarrymen want with her wonder-bra collection?

 

Elisa leaned into Goliath's chest for comfort. Goliath naturally embraced

her.

 

Cybele: Then proceeded to embrace her in a few unnatural styles he'd seen on the spice channel earlier that evening...

 

The Quarrymen had indeed invaded the Labyrinth and captured the other

Mutates.

 

Lynati: Wait, there's OTHER mutates now??

 

The place was a wreck. One light was flickering on and off in the

corner. The Quarrymen had stripped the place clean before leaving being the

lowly thieves they were too.

 

"Any traces of heat yet Xanatos?" asked Matt calmly.

 

"They're searching right now........THERE! They've found something."

 

The all looked at the screen of the 5th Robot. The heat trace was indicated

by a red glow. Very faint, but clearly visible. The footprints however were

indicated by a glowing green.

 

Cybele: As they DIDN'T SHOW UP ON THE HEAT SCANNER AND THUS HAD TO BE SHOWN ON THE VISUAL MONITER!

 

Matt smiled to himself.

 

Cybele: See? He thinks its funny.

 

"We've got 'em by the balls now."

 

Cybele: Nooo, you have them by a few footprints. Rather large difference.

 

"MATT!" shouted Goliath.

 

"Shit. I MEAN, sorry. I MEAN..."

 

Matt let out a frustrated sigh.

 

"SORRY."

 

Nemesis (as Matt): I haven't got laid in a while...everything is balls to me right now...

 

"That's better."

 

Nemesis: Aah, Goliath, chief of the language police.

Lynati: Goliath, you do know "balls" isn't even a curse word, don't you? *pause* I keep forgetting these comments should be focused at

the writer, not the prop,

 

They continued to view the screen.

 

Nemesis: completely oblivious of the remaining quarrymen sneaking back in to steal the wallpaper.

 

The Steel Clan were now making their way through the old subway tunnels of the underground.

 

Lynati: As apposed to those newfangled above-ground subway tunnels. Which I guess would just be called 'way' tunnels.

 

The red glow was getting brighter now.

 

"Are you recording this!?" asked Matt suddenly.

 

Lynati (as Xanatos): *sigh* Matt, I keep telling you, that's not a UFO.

 

"Yes Matt. We've recorded everything since they came online." replied

Xanatos.

 

Nemesis: The Steel Clan have internet access? Neat.

 

They continued to watch the screens. The Steel Clan had been travelling at a

running pace so they had gone far. Something caught Matt's eye on the

screen.

 

Cybele (As Matt): Hey, I found Elisa's wonder-bras!

 

"Tell them to stop!"

 

"What is it?"

 

Cybele (As Matt): Some of the younger quarrymen have been using them to lob water balloons onto the cars of anyone they think might

be pro-gargoyle.

 

"STOP THEM QUICK!"

 

Xanatos quickly grabbed the communicator from the console.

 

Nemesis: Why didn't he use his gargie exo-suit with the auto controls?

 

"Stop!"

 

The Steel Clan stopped moving.

 

"What is it Matt?"

 

"Can you see something blue?"

 

Lynati: I spy, with my little eye...

 

"Where?"

 

"Look along my arm."

 

Lynati: Matt's arm turned blue? Maybe Xanatos was wrong about the UFOs afterall.

 

Matt pointed to what he could see. Xanatos looked along his arm and saw a

very faint blue beam of light running from one side of the wall to the

other.

 

"Can you make the Robots increase the view on a certain object? Something

like that which we can use to see those lines better?" asked Matt.

 

Xanatos took hold of the communicator again.

 

"Use dust spray."

 

The Steel Clan extended their arms and sprayed some substance from their

upper wrists.

 

Nemesis: dust, maybe?

Cybele: *snickers* Yeah, THAT'S a useful thing to install on your weapons. Keep your enemies busy cleaning their furniture while

you steal their assets.

 

The dust spray did indeed reveal many blue beams of light

which ran from one side of the wall to the other.

 

"Motion detectors. Well spotted Matt. I'm impressed."

 

"Ta.

 

Cybele: -ble salt.

 

They tried to set us up. They hoped WE would go down there, set off

those wires, then get hold of us and bung us up in cells too."

 

There was a long silence to think about what to do next. A thought ran

through Matt's head.

 

Lynati (as Matt): What the fuck was that?

 

He snapped his fingers to get everyone's attention.

 

"Check for any surveillance cameras!"

 

Lynati: Say, Watson, can we have a little garbled, pointless repetition for filler?

 

Xanatos spoke into the communicator again.

 

"Search for any signs of surveillance."

 

All: *applaud*

 

They waited and watched as the Steel Clan looked for any surveillance.

 

"Nothing Matt. What do you have in mind?" asked Xanatos.

 

"No surveillance? Good. Leave them there. How long will it take to create

more Steel Clan robots at the quickest Xanatos?"

 

"Around 1 hour."

 

"How long until sunrise?"

 

Xanatos checked his watch.

 

"10 hours."

 

"Great. We've got loads of time. Xanatos, start making more Steel Clan

Robots as soon as you can. Owen, get a map of that area okay? We're gonna be

very busy for the next few hours."

 

Nemesis (as Matt): With all the spare time, we're gonna have a treasure hunt!

Lynati: waitasec. I don't remember Owen being there. Elisa was there, but not Owen.

Nemesis: Oh, you know Owen. He's always doing that. And Elisa is probably gathering up what's left of her wonder-bra

collection...she's invested a lot in them over the years.

 

Owen left the computer to collect the maps. Xanatos was beginning to leave.

 

"Where'r'ya going?"

 

Cybele: who the fuck talks like that in this series?

Lynati: *sighs* Anyone Matt wants.

 

"I have to bring my processing sector online from the CPU there. I can't do

it from up here."

 

"Alright."

 

With that Xanatos left. Goliath put his hand on Matt's shoulder. Matt looked

over at him.

 

"Very impressive Matt. You would make a fine leader if you didn't have such

a temper.

 

All: *burst out laughing* sure, Matt, sure. Use the characters in a Disney show to stroke your...ego.

 

Matt smiled at Goliath.

 

"I'm not a leader Goliath. I'm just a soldier. That's all I ever wanna be."

 

Goliath smiled at Matt. At that moment, Owen came back with a map of the

area where Cyberbiotics old underground HQ was. Matt opened up the map and

studied it.

 

"Hudson, I need your help here."

 

Hudson walked next to Matt.

 

"Why me lad?"

 

"You and Bronx were the ones who stole the disc from there 4 years ago, so

if you can still remember, that means you know the area better than anyone

else here does."

 

"How did you know about what me and Bronx did!?"

 

Lynati:  "Bronx and I".

 

"I've seen it on the Teley remember?"

 

Nemesis: ehh??

Lynati: *sigh* in this universe, the show "gargoyles" which is apparently as hidden camera show, airs on TV, and Matt has watched

all the episodes.

Nemesis: Yes, you told me that earlier. I just wanted to know what the hell a "Teley" is.

 

"Oh! Aye of course. Okay then lad."

 

Hudson observed the map closely.

 

"If my memory serves me correctly......"

 

Cybele: Which I doubt it does, you old fart.

Lynati: What??

Cybele: *shrugs* Someone had to say it.

 

 

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Brooklyn was trying to keep himself awake. He didn't dare fall asleep in

case he never woke up. He didn't want to risk choking on his own blood. He

had just had to put himself through more pain.

 

All: *YAAWWWN*

 

In order for his fingers and nose to heal properly, he'd just had to snap them into place

by himself Otherwise, he would have been deformed for the rest of his life. At that

moment, the door was opened. Brooklyn shut his eyes to protect them from the

light. He heard a Female voice. A very familiar Female voice.

 

Nemesis: are you positive its female? Maybe you ought to use some excessive capitalization just to make sure the audience understands.

Nemesis: *holds up the recovered Matty voodoo doll and speaks in a squeaky voice* Why that is a great idea, miss Nemesis! I will do

 that right away! Ta!

Lynati:  OO-kay.  *siddles away*

 

"No! Please!! What're you going to do to me!!?"

 

"That's none of your concern beast! Just get in there!!"

 

Brooklyn heard a heavy thud on the floor and the Female scream in pain.

Brooklyn heard her crying and he just HAD to break the silence. She couldn't

let her suffer.

 

Cybele: leading us to the question- are the quarrymen experimenting in gender changing technology, or did the author fail to beta-read

his work again?

 

He knew her too well to do that.

 

Nemesis: whereas he didn't care about the suffering of the untold number of gargoyles in the complex that he didn't know.

 

"Maggie?"

 

"Brooklyn?"

 

Maggie shot up to her feet. She could just make out a cage in the dim light

of the cell. Maggie allowed a current of electricity flow into her hands to

lighten up the room.

 

Nemesis: Unintentionally releasing the blast and killing Brooklyn. The end.

 

She saw Brooklyn in the cage, just looking at her, bloody, crippled and in agony. There was

 nothing he or her could do about it either. Maggie shot at the lock

 

Nemesis: Accidentally electrocuting Brooklyn, and everyone else in the room, including those men holding the mysterious poles of metal.

 

and melted it. She opened the cage door and knelt down next to Brooklyn. She looked at him

in horror.

 

Nemesis: much as we look at this fic.

 

"What have they done to you!?"

 

"You don't wanna know." said Brooklyn weakly.

 

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): I had to listen to Castaway sing the first three stories...

 

Maggie lifted Brooklyn into her arms. Brooklyn groaned in pain and rested

his head in her lap. Maggie put her hands around his head and stroked his

beak and hair.

 

"I bet you always dreamed of us ending up in this position permanently

Brooklyn?" asked Maggie trying to lighten up the mood.

 

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): I was thinking something more along the lines of Missionary, actually.

 

Brooklyn let out a small laugh under his breath.

 

Nemesis: You don't laugh at all with hurt ribs, d- Hey. Lynati? Cybele? Where'd you go?? Oh no, you're not going to leave me alone with

this piece of shit!!!

Lynati and Cybele: *pause sneaking away*

Cybele: So close...

Nemesis: -_-

Lynati: eh heh heh...

 

"Yeah, I used to. That's all I ever used to be. A dreamer. Normally, I used

to get so depressed over you and Angela.

 

Cybele (as Brooklyn) : The only two females I might've had a chance with, and they both turn out to be lesbians.

 

The fact that you both chose someone else over me. It really hurt me you know."

 

Maggie sighed.

 

"I'm sorry Brooklyn. I was just so scared of you at the time. I couldn't

except myself

 

Lynati: ACCEPT!!

 

for what I was. And by the time I could, Derek was the person closest to me. I'm sorry if I

 hurt your feelings just now."

 

"You didn't. I have a love now too."

 

Maggie smiled at him.

 

"Congratulations. Who is she?"

 

"Brace yourself. It's a HE. And he's a Human."

 

Maggie gasped.

 

"You mean you're gay with another Human!?"

 

"No no no!" Brooklyn laughed, "I'm bi. I am now that I've met Matt anyway."

 

Lynati(as Maggie): Oh, well, just as long as you aren't GAY!! Phew! You can get nookie from males all you want, just as long as you still

have some attraction for girls, too.

 

"Matt who?"

 

"His full name's Matthew Watson. He's from the north-east of England.

 

Nemesis: Lie out your ass, Brooklyn.

 

He is so cool.

 

Cybele: This is just so-   sad.

Nemesis: Yeah, it's like a 30 page version of that tea party Eric Cartman threw.

 

We've got so much in common. He's the best friend I've ever had.

 

Nemesis (as Clyde Frog): he is smart and cool and strong. And not fat at all.

 

Or anyone can ever hope to have. He's bi. It's a long story how we met, but

what matters is that I love him and he loves me. He knew about us from our

own Cartoon show we never even knew about. We've got our own Websites on the

Internet too.

 

Lynati: Yeah, that's true love right there.

Nemesis: You're just jealous because you don't have a website.

Lynati: I'm waiting to learn how to make one properly, so I won't end up with a lame-ass site like some other certain Matt Watsons

I could name.

 

I bet he'll know about the rest of you too. He really shocked the Clan about how much he

knew about us. I love him so much. He would die for me.

 

Lynati: and we all wish that he would.

 

I would for him."

 

"I'm happy for you Brooklyn. You finally found someone to love."

 

"Yeah. Thanks. I'm happier than I ever have been in my life around him."

 

They laid there for a long time in silence. The only sound in the room was

their breathing. Brooklyn broke the silence when a thought rushed through

his head.

 

Nemesis: leaving him with permanent brain damage.

 

"Maggie?"

 

"Yes Brooklyn?"

 

"What about Talon and Claw? Where are they?"

 

Maggie sighed.

 

Lynati (as Maggie): I-I killed them. See, Castaway told me I could get my human body back if I did...I know it was stupid to believe him,

but he seemed so sincere!

 

"We've all been locked in seperate cells. We were too much for them to hold

in one cell together so they've split us up into more secure cells."

 

Brooklyn heard Maggie begin to sob.

 

"I dread to think about what they'll do to them."

 

"Don't worry Maggie. I'm sure the others will find us. Goliath isn't the

type to give up on his Clan. Besides, I don't think Matt would let him."

he laughed under his breath.

 

Cybele: Must be thinking of Matt's penis.

 

Maggie let out a small laugh too.

 

Nemesis: Must be thinking of what an idiot Brooklyn is to believe the guy will come for him after he's already nailed him.

 

"He must love you very much."

 

"Yeah, he does. And I love him too. We gotta keep talking Maggie. I don't

wanna risk falling asleep. I might not wake up."

 

"Sure Brooklyn. Of course. How long have you been in here now?"

 

"2 nights and a day. It's been hell."

 

All: *stare* He's only been there for two nights??

Cybele: What about that guy calling him "monster" every day! Why not just say Brooklyn had been called "monster" once the previous

day by the guard, that would be much more accurate. One day does not an "every" make!?!

Lynati: calm down Cy, calm down. It's okay. It'll all be over soon.

Cybele: *massages her temples* you had me lit on fire. You made me lose my feet. You killed off my son when he was two weeks old. But

 this...making me read this fic is by far the worst thing you've ever done to me.

 

"I can only imagine. I hope they'll let us go."

 

"WHAT??"

 

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

 

"Maggie, these are the Quarrymen. They'll NEVER let a Gargoyle or a

Gargoyle-like creature out of here alive if they ever get their filthy hands

on one. They'll beat us, run experiments on us, taunt us and when we've

outlived our use to them, they'll kill is. So the only way we get out of

here's in a body bag."

 

Nemesis: Mmm, I think Maggie will more likely make it out as a handbag and a matching set of gloves.

 

Maggie started sobbing uncontrollably.

 

"NO! I don't want to die! I can't! Not now!"

 

Lynati: Bet she's knocked up.

 

"What do you mean not now?"

 

"Brooklyn, they can't do tests on me or beat me. It'll die."

 

Nemesis:  Lynati, I thought you hadn't read this before?

Lynati: I haven't. I'm just cool like that.

Nemesis: Whatever.

 

"What? What will die?"

 

Maggie sighed and a long silence came over them. Maggie spoke eventually.

 

"I never got round to telling this to Derek. You'll be the first to know

Brooklyn."

 

"You're pregnant!??"

 

Nemesis (as Maggie): No, I have an evil parasitic twin living in my side.

 

"Yes. 2 months. Derek's going to be a Father. But I just hope the others

will find us in time, or Derek will never live to see our child." She began

to sob again.

 

Brooklyn's emotions welled up inside him. He wanted to sob so badly.

 

"Oh Maggie. I'm so sorry." Brooklyn said tearfully.

 

They were there for a long time crying in each others arms. Eventually they

heard the door being unlocked. They covered their eyes to the light.

Castaway came in followed by 2 Quarrymen.

 

"Settling in with the new addition monster?"

 

"She's an old friend actually. Not that you'd know anything about having

friends."

 

Nemesis: *sigh* Sure, Brooklyn. Give them something they can use against you. Baka mitai.

 

"An old friend you say?" he asked ignoring Brooklyn's insult, "Well well

well. This COULD be useful."

 

"You stay away from her you bastard!" Brooklyn snapped.

 

"Or what? You'll scream?" asked Castaway laughing mockingly. He realised

that Maggie had actually broken into the cage. "She broke one of our toys

too. She's a feisty one isn't she?"

 

Lynati: "feisty" isn't the adjective of choice I'd use for Maggie.

 

He snapped his fingers and the two Quarrymen opened the cage and grabbed

hold of a screaming Maggie. One of the Quarrymen kicked Brooklyn as he tried

to get up. Blood welled from Brooklyn's mouth and he screamed in pain as he

felt his leg and ribs kick in.

 

Cybele: with a strong Cuban beat.

 

He watched helplessly as Maggie was dragged away screaming and the door shut and locked.

 

Lynati: what, all by itself?

Nemesis: Say, Brooklyn, what is your reaction to knowing how many people have read Matt Watson's fanfics about you?

 

Brooklyn began to quietly weep.

 

"I'm sorry Maggie."

 

Cybele: yes, you certainly are.

Nemesis: *repeatedly stabs the Matty voodoo doll in the head with a strait pin*

 

 

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The Gargoyles, Matt, Xanatos

 

Lynati: Hey, they aren't gargoyles!

 

in his Goliath exoframe and more Steel Clan robots were outside the subway tunnel. They

all clung onto the wall. Matt was on Goliath's back.

 

Cybele: *hums 70's porno music*

 

They were waiting for the train to pass before they went in.

 

"Hudson, you're sure this is the right one!?" Matt had to shout over the

noise of the sewer systems

 

Nemesis: 'Cause we all know how noisy those damn sewers are with their...umm...dripping noises and stuff.

 

and traffic noise from down below.

 

Lynati: Is it true Matt is stoned when he writes this, thus making him think it's actually good?

 

"Aye laddie! I'm sure!"

 

Lynati: Just checking.  And don't call me "laddie" again.

 

"Okay then!

 

Lynati: Matt, who are you planning to write yourself successfully seducing next, and when?

 

Xanatos! When we get inside the tunnel,

 

Lynati: uh-huh. I see.

 

 order the robots to check for any surveillance and if there is, take it out! Then we brake

 

All: BREAK!

 

 into the caging attached to the ceiling that Hudson and Bronx broke through to

escape! Do ya remember the one I'm on about Hudson!?"

 

Cybele: Lie like a dog, Hudson.

 

"Yes lad! I remember!"

 

"Good! Then we work our way through the air duct system instead of coming in

through the front way okay!? Be as silent as you can! Remember where your

positions are everyone! When I give the signal, plant your plastic

explosives and charges onto the areas I pointed out to you! After you flick

the switch,

 

Nemesis: C'mon Matty, you're in the middle of a rescue mission. You don't have time to make everyone flick your switch.

 

get back to the rendezvous point as quick as you can! Then

Xanatos, you flick the detonator switch when we all get back! Then when they

go off, we all crawl back into the air duct system and go back to your

position. Radio Xanatos when you reach it, then Xanatos, when we're all in

position, you order the Steel Clan we left by the front entrance to attack

and create a diversion for us! Then, when you give me the signal for all

clear, I'll give you all the signal to attack! You all know how to use your

weapons don't you!!?"

 

Lynati (as the group): No, we all forgot.

Cybele: Hey, guys, do you wish Matt had never been born?

 

They all nodded.

 

"Good! Just remember! Don't hesitate to use it! Do you all understand what

you need to do!?"

 

Everyone nodded in unision.

 

Lynati: Matt Watson, puppet master extraordinaire.

 

"Good! Right! Get ready! Here comes the train!"

 

They prepared themselves to enter after the train went passed.

 

Lynati: *smacks herself in the forehead*

 

Then, at that split second, the train passed them overhead. The wall of the building felt

as if it was shaking and the noise was defening. They noticed some shocked

faces staring out of the windows at them, but this didn't disturb their

concentration.

 

Cybele: they were trying too hard to read the wall graffiti.

 

Then finally, the last car went passed.

 

Nemesis: I wish we could have passed this fic.

Cybele: I think someone already did. Right through their intestines and into the crapper.

 

"LET'S GO!! GO!! GO!!" Matt ordered. His voice was as loud as ever from his

years of Cadet experience.

 

All: Snrrrrkk!!

Cybele: Shyaa, right. Years of cadet experience teaches you to follow orders, not give 'em.

 

They all scrambled into the tunnel and ran like the wind

 

Lynati (as the group): Look!  A way out from the fic!

 

before the next train came

 

Nemesis: train cum is so hard to clean off of leather.

 

along. The Steel Clan searched for any surveillance but found

none. The steel caging came into view and a Steel Clan robot flew up and

ripped an opening in it for the others. The Steel Clan and Xanatos flew

inside and the Gargoyles

 

Nemesis: That sentence would be so much more interesting without the "and".

Cybele: *nods* and so much in Matt's style, too.

 

had to climb up the side of the wall and hop into the caging.

 

"Okay." said Matt, gaining his breath back.

 

Lynati (as Matt): Now that we're all trapped in this here caging...oh shit. I didn't plan what to do after we got here...

 

Hudson, Xanatos, you two upfront with me okay?"

 

Hudson and Xanatos nodded and walked after Matt through the caging. Hudson

lead them down the tunnel he and Bronx had escaped 4 years ago from

Cyberbiotics. They stopped when they reached the air ducts.

 

"Okay. Tell me your positions so you don't forget okay? Goliath, where are

you?"

 

Nemesis: and where's you're favorite place to jerk  off?

 

"The cooling system."

 

"Angela?"

 

Cybele: What was your nick-name back in Avalon?

 

"Heat generator."

 

"Lex?"

 

"The power generator."

 

Nemesis and Cybele: *giggle*

 

"Broadway?"

 

Cybele: What was the male half of my previous incarnation in charge of?

 

"Communications."

 

Cybele: Smart boy. And who does Matt look like most in this series?

 

"Hudson?"

 

Nemesis: What's the first thing Brooklyn makes you attend to when you go to bed?

 

"The lights."

 

"Xanatos?"

 

Lynati: What does it take to run Fox's vibrator?

 

"Backup generator."

 

"And I'm taking the control room.

 

Lynati: And now the quarrymen, who had been listening on their tap, snuck away to those positions to kill everyone. The end.

 

Excellent.

 

Lynati: See? Even the writer is happy this one is over.

Nemesis: It's not over until the fat bisexual wails.

Lynati: Hey, he's not fat. He's just big boned.

Cybele: except where it counts, I bet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Xanatos, send these Steel Clan robots out and around to meet up with the others by the front

 door okay?"

 

"Of course Matt."

 

There was the sounds of electronics at work inside the robots before they departed to meet up

with the others.

 

" You've all got your weapons, maps and explosives?" Matt asked the others.

 

Lynati (as the others): Yes, and now we're going to shove them all up your ass.

Nemesis (As Xanatos): On "three", okay?

 

They nodded.

 

"Good. Remember, our family and friends are in there. Don't disappoint them

okay?

 

Cybele: Why not, you disappoint Brooklyn every night.

 

Have faith. We'll get them out. Everyone bow your heads for prayer."

 

They all bowed their heads.

 

Lynati: Dear God, if you kill Matt right now, we promise to donate blood to the red cross every 6 months, and to do our best to save

 the rainforests, and never use aerosol sprays again...

 

"Dear God our Father, I know I haven't been

 

Lynati: -writing believable dialogue this entire fic, but it takes too long to think up the-

 

best terms

 

Lynati: -but if I was allowed to date-

 

with you sometimes,

 

Lynati: -I promise to wipe my-

 

but

 

Lynati: -before-

 

I come to you

 

Nemesis: and dear god, please give Matt Watson a scorching case of herpes

 

today

 

Nemesis: -and if it's not too much-

 

to ask,

 

Nemesis: -please destroy this fic before anyone else can ever read it. I ask this-

 

not only for myself, but for everyone gathered here at this moment. Grant use the strength

we need to deliver our loved ones from this evil

 

Nemesis: -and if you do so immediately this-

 

Night, lord. We shall remain forever in debt to you. Also lord, grant us revenge for what

this evil enemy has bestowed upon us in the past. In your name, and in the name of Jesus

Christ our lord, amen."

 

"Amen." they all chanted in unision.

 

Cybele: And then God, hearing the prayer of his children, came down from the heavens, to Smite Matt Watson, and to remove from

existence every single word he ever wrote, be it on paper, blackboard, or computer screen.

 

"Okay everyone. Good luck, and Godspeed. Until our paths cross again."

 

They all nodded and they proceeded to break off the vents the the system and

 

Nemesis: -they-

 

they entered. They began to scramble through the system to

 

Nemesis: -to-

 

find their targets...

 

Cybele: As they realized God is very busy, and they had to wipe the GFS fanfic archive of Matt Watson's work themselves.

 

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Brooklyn laid in his cage

 

Cybele: Brooklyn's not kinky enough to get laid in a cage.

 

frightened and worried. Who knew what they were doing to Maggie? The worst thought on

 Brooklyn's mind was on Maggie's unborn child.

 

Nemesis: Yeah, we all know what a terrible thought a fetus is.

 

He suddenly heard shuffling in the air vent in the corner. He saw a shadowy figure moving.

 

Lynati: CALIGO???

Nemesis: *sigh* He's not going to ever be in this fic. For which we should all be immensely thankful, as Matty has proven incapable of

writing anyone in character.

Lynati: point.

 

"Who's there?" he asked Quietly.

 

Nemesis: "quietly", written to look like it is loud. Hmm.

 

"Brook? Is that you!?" asked a very familiar voice.

 

Lynati: Hey, it's Castaway!

 

"Is that you Lex!?" he whispered.

 

Lynati: Nono, it's Castaway! Or maybe Maggie...all these familiar voices, I get them confused.

 

"Yeah!"

 

"SSSSHHHH! Quiet! There's guards outside!"

 

"Oh sorry. Come on. I'm getting you outta there."

 

"No! Lex, I can't move. I'm in too much pain."

 

"What have they done to you!!?"

 

Lynati: and where is the -and I use the term loosely- "plot" headed?

 

"That's not important now.

 

Nemesis: was it ever?

 

Don't worry, I'll be fine. What're you doing here anyway?"

 

"We figured out that this was the only place the Quarrymen could use, so

Matt came up with a plan of how to raid this place and bust you outta here.

With our help of course."

 

Cybele: because Matt needs someone around to pat him on the back after witnessing his wonderful deeds.

Nemesis: Brooklyn, Do you ever think about smothering Matt with a pillow?

 

Brooklyn smiled to himself.

 

Lynati: I'll take that as a yes.

 

"I knew Matt wouldn't let me down."

 

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): which is ironic, because he usually doesn't let me up.

 

"Yeah. He was really determined to get you outta here. Me and him have been

so depressed without you. I'll tell him I've found you when we meet back at

the rendezvous point. I've gotta go now. It was good to see you again

Brook."

 

"You too Lex. Good luck."

 

"Thanks. One more thing Brooklyn. Brace yourself."

 

Before Brooklyn could indicate that with a response, he heard Lex shuffle

away down the vent. He just laid there and prepared himself for anything. He

felt very nervous and scared, but excited at the same time.

 

Cybele: Like the first time he spied on Angela in the shower.

 

 But he knew he would be free after this. Matt wouldn't leave him there if his own

Life depended on it.

 

 

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Matt, Xanatos and Goliath were waiting for the others to arrive out of the

air ducts. Angela's head came through one of the openings and Goliath gave

her a hand in getting out.

 

"Did you flick the switch Angela?"

 

"Yeah."

 

Cybele: *giggles* I could flick her switch...

 

"Okay good."

 

Next came Hudson, Broadway and finally Lex. Lex ran up to Matt.

 

Nemesis: and punched him in the stomach.

 

"Matt. I found Brooklyn."

 

"Is he okay!?"

 

Cybele: Not if he's been fucking you. You've got syph!

 

"He said something about him being in too much pain to move."

 

Nemesis: Well, if he's still in well enough condition to talk, it can't be THAT bad.

 

Matt's eyes looked as if they were glistening with hatred and rage.

 

Cybele: When, in reality, he'd been chopping onions moments before.

 

"He's not anywhere near any of the explosives is he?" he asked with

suprising calm.

 

Nemesis (as Lex): Oh shit! I dropped one right into his cage! I don't know WHAT I was thinking.

 

"No. But there's something else I've got to tell you. They don't just have

Brooklyn and the Mutates here. They have Gargoyles from around the whole

Country!"

 

Lynati: The old country? Ayl, back in the old country, those were the days. We didn't have cigarettes back there; we had to sit around

and smoke our toenails...

 

"Yeah Matt." said Broadway, "I heard other Gargoyles in cells too. A lot of

them were in so much pain."

 

Lynati: Castaway had been forcing them to listen to readings of Invsi Xavier's fic.

 

he said with a painful expression on his face.

 

Lynati: Aww, poor Broadway, he must have caught some of those readings.

 

"So did I" said Angela.

 

"And I" said Hudson.

 

"As did I" Goliath put forward.

 

Lynati: ...You poor bastards. *shudders sympathetically*

 

"It seems we've ALL found other Gargoyles." said Xanatos, "I heard the mourning of some

too. You Matt?"

 

Cybele: Me Jane.

Nemesis (as Homer Simpson): Thai good. Like shirt?

 

"Yeah, I heard them too. None of the explosives are near any of them are

they?"

 

"No. I checked Matt." said Xanatos,

 

Cybele: Poor Xanatos.

Nemesis: stop-

 

"Look."

 

Lynati: -and listen, we are the mighty Mohawks...

 

Matt looked at the little detector on Xanatos' arm, showing where the

explosives were. They were nowhere near the cells.

 

Cybele: *frowns* If you know where all the cells are, and the explosives are nowhere near them, they why don't you go try to rescue them?

Nemesis: Maybe Matty thought something through for once, and they are waiting for the explosions to give them some cover?

Cybele: After what I've seen of his work, I think that's giving him too much credit.

Lynati: At least it's almost over.

 

"Thank Christ for that.

 

Lynati: heh heh.

 

Okay Xanatos. You know what to do now."

 

 

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Maggie struggled as best she could, but the four pairs of arms draped in

white coats and gloves refused to let go. She was pinned down to an

operating table, naked. Another 'Doctor' approached the table with a trolley

filled with Medical equipment. Maggie stared in horror as they were

uncovered. Most of them were uncleaned and still had blood stains from

previous 'operations' performed on other Gargoyles.

 

Lynati: How're they supposed to keep proper records of their experiments then?

 

Maggie finally shook off the hand around her mouth.

 

Nemesis: Why not BITE it? You got fangs, cat-lady. Use 'em.

     

"NO! IT'LL DIE!! PLEASE!! SPARE MY CHILD!!"

 

The Doctor didn't indicate her pleas with a response. Only took the scalpel

and placed his hand on her stomach. Before Maggie could scream again,

another hand was clasped back over her mouth and her screams became muffled.

 

Nemesis: the Quarrymen...spend all that money for matching uniforms, but too cheap to buy ball-gags.

 

The Doctor brought his hand down to make the incision. He was about to

pierce Maggies skin with the blade when suddenly, out of nowhere.....BOOM!

An explosion followed by a rumble and the panicking of the five Doctors.

Another, more closer explosion rumbled even more violently through the

surgery and suddenly, the lights went out. They were relieved when the

back-up generator came online, but then BOOM!

 

Nemesis (singing):...I fucked your boyfriend! BOOM! I-

Lynati: *grumbles* Last time I let you make a mix CD from the songs on Anna's computer.

 

The lights went again.

 

Nemesis: Went where?

Lynati: To New York! For the Gathering '03! *strikes a pose that is disturbingly similar to Amelia from The Slayers "Justice!" stance.*

 

This time, no back-up power. Everyone was in a panic now. Maggie quietly slipped

away into the darkness and huddled into the corner where she hoped she would

remain unnoticed. This did indeed work as the Doctors rushed away from her

direction and out of the surgery. Maggie huddled up into the corner and

covered herself as best as she could in total darkness.

 

Nemesis: ahh, total darkness. Works a treat as cover...until someone points a flashlight on you, or gets the overheads back up...then

you're screwed.

 

 

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Castaway was in the control room fighting with the rest of the Quarrymen, in

battle gear, as the Steel Clan had just erupted in through the front door

and started shooting Quarrymen left, right and centre. The Quarrymen were

losing numbers fast. The dead and wounded began to pile up. The Steel Clan

seemed indestructible to the Quarrymen. This was of course due to the fact

that Xanatos had upgraded their armour by a massive 50%. Castaway looked

over to one of his comrades beside him.

 

"Go and see if anyone else is inside and tell them to get up here now!!"

 

Nemesis: can you truthfully say that this work is worth reading?

 

"Sorry Sir no can do!

 

Lynati: Then why are you still here?

 

The door's blocked by that huge mass of rubble!"

 

Cybele: 'cause you made the door disappear. *glares at Lynati*

 

Castaway looked over to the entryway to the inner base. There was indeed a

large pile of debris which cosisted of mainly huge concrete slabs, and steel

girders and other twisted bits of metal.

 

Lynati: How would you describe Matt's writing skills?

 

"SHIT!"

 

Matt took all this in as he watched from above in the ceiling shaft.

 

Nemesis: He gripped the shaft tightly, keeping his hand motions slow and steady, as he slowly tongue-bathed it with a look of pure and

utter ecstasy...

 

He took his radio communicator and began to make contact with the other

 

Nemesis: sensitive regions of the shaft.

 

Gargoyles.

 

"Matt to Clan. Matt to Clan. Are you all receiving me? Over."

 

He listened to them as each of them responded.

 

Lynati: with a great, cheerful, "Sod off!"

 

"Okay, listen in. We've got a huge break here. Half of them are trapped

inside the base and the rest are duking it out with the Steel Clan. The

exit's blocked off, and I've got no doubt the rest'll be trying to get out.

Okay, we'll split into two groups. Goliath, you, Hudson, Broadway and Angela

go in through the back of the base and take out the larger number. Xanatos,

Lex, you're with me.

 

Nemesis: *snorts* NO ONE is with you.

 

Goliath, wait 'til everyone I told you gets there, then go in and take 'em out. The rest

of you, meet up with me. I'm in the upper air duct in the control room. Does everyone

 understand?"

 

He listened to their positive responses.

 

Nemesis: "You suck" is not a positive response, Matty. *considers the Matty voodoo doll for a moment before reaching into her toy-bag

and pulling out a spork* I think I'm in a Jhonen Vasquez mood.

 

"Okay then. Let's go. Good luck everyone."

 

He looked back down at the carnage in the control room.

 

"Oh boy Castaway, you're gonna fucking get it now." he laughed to himself

with an expression of pure evil.

 

Cybele: aaaand- Brooklyn's in love with this guy? What kind of sick writer twists the minds of one of the canon cast until they're

enraptured with a screwed-up psycho with murderous tendencies who actually describes themselves as "true evil"??

Lynati: *blinks calmly back at Cybele*

Nemesis (somewhat embarrassed): I only said that once, and I was drunk at the time.

Cybele: ...

 

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Goliath was waiting with Hudson for Angela and Broadway. Eventually, they

came speeding around the corner.

 

Cybele: you know, the timing on this fic seems a bit off.

 

"Well done you two. Ye made it in time for the party." Hudson said with a

smirk.

 

"Now now Hudson" Goliath told his mentor, "Save it for battle."

 

Lynati (as Goliath, silently): By the Dragon, I wish he could think up some better quips.

 

"Of course Goliath."

 

"All right, are we all ready?"

 

Nemesis: Aren't I just the cutest little thing you ever did see?

 

They all nodded.

 

Nemesis: tee hee.

Cybele: that was, uhh, different.

Lynati: How am I doing on this MiST so far?

 

"Very well,"

 

Lynati: *blushes* aww, you're just being nice.

 

Goliath started and his eyes began to glow and he spoke low

 

Cybele: unlike his usual, high-pitched voice.

 

"Let us do battle with the Quarrymen and Castaway one last time."

 

They all clambered through the hole in the wall where the explosive had gone

off and charged their weapons. This was not a Gargoyle custom,

 

Nemesis: Who typically went into battle with their weapons UNcharged, thus leading to the destruction of most of the species.

You know, sometimes "the way" must change...adapt or die is the rule of species survival, after all. 

 

but they knew that they needed them for odds such as these. Broadway had agreed, even

though he hated weapons.

 

Cybele: guns. He hates guns. He has no problem with conventional weaponry, or using whatever comes to hand, a distinction which is

 obvious to anyone who's ever watched the series all the way through.

 

He hated objects designed specifically to bring harm to others. But he knew the importance

of using them in this situation. Goliath opened the door and made his eyes glow just enough

to lighten up their view so they could see more clearly. He looked around.

No-one was in sight so they all stepped out of the room.

 

Nemesis: where they were caught in an ambush and swiftly massacred. Can I go now?

 

They could hear panicking Quarrymen echoing down the corridors with their cries for help.

The also heard Gargoyles crying for help behind the cells banging on the

doors.

 

"We should release them Father." Angela suggested.

 

"We will Angela I promise, but I don't want to endanger their lives in the

coming conflict. They'll be safe in their cells right now.

 

Nemesis: feh.

 

We WILL come back for them I promise you that."

 

They began running towards the screams and cries of the Quarrymen. As they ran around the

 corners and down the long corridors, they noticed the enormous number of cells in which

the Quarrymen had been holding the Gargoyles captive it frightened them to think of the

enormous number of Gargoyles that could have already died at their hands. This enraged

them even more.

 

Lynati: pretty good, but it would have been better to say "...holding gargoyles captive, PERIOD. New sentence: It frightened and enraged

 them..." and then cut the last line.

 

As they turned one corner, they ran into a small group of Quarrymen. They

screamed in terror at the sight of the Gargoyles before them with weapons.

They drew their own,

 

Lynati: I draw my own gargoyles, too.

 

but the Gargoyles were ready for them. They lifted their weapons and fired. They moved their

 weapons in a sideways cutting motion.

 

Nemesis: Thus missing half the Quarrymen. The trick with rapid-fire weapons is a steady sweep across the enemy, back and forth. 

 

 They stared numbly as they watched the Quarrymen's bodies rip clean

in half like a hot knife through butter.

 

Nemesis: *narrows her eyes* It's never that clean. *goes back to attaching a copper alligator clip to the groin of the voodoo doll* Hey,

Lynati, you got a spare car battery around?

Lynati: Nope.

Nemesis: I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way then. Heh heh heh.

 

They screamed and just as suddenly as they started, they went silent. The heat of the laser

was so intense the wounds had been burned and healed so there was hardly any blood spilt,

but it was still enough to make them feel queasy.

 

Lynati: what badly-written sci-fi book did you steal THAT scene from?

 

 They then remembered they were about to do much more of it, and they were doing this for

 

Nemesis: -Matty's ego.

 

the fate of some of their own kind, so that brought them back to their senses. They carried

on throughout the darkened corridors until they finally found what they were

looking for. The horde of panicking Quarrymen, who turned around when they

saw the sudden change in bright whit light brightening up the corridor. The

Gargoyles aimed their weapons at them Their eyes began to glow.

 

Lynati: Git off them there spare tires, ya hear me!?

 

"MURDERERS!!!!" roared Goliath.

 

With that, blinded by rage,

 

Cybele: -and deafened by anger-

Nemesis: -and fueled by hatred-

Lynati: -He stalked The Thin H Line, ignoring his Sorethumbz and sporting his Crowbar of Righteous Indignation-

Cybele and Nemesis: *stare*

Lynati: Sorry. I got carried away.

Nemesis: Damn webcomic junkie.

 

he proceeded to pull the trigger of his weapon......

 

Lynati: EWWWW!! Goliath is triggering his weapon in public!!

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Matt was waiting for the others. Lexington and Xanatos came around the

corner as fast as they could. They crawled up to Matt.

 

"Well done lads. You did a wicked job on the armour Xanatos."

 

Lynati: thanks, but altering the Ice-Storm Brooklyn was a lot harder.

 

"Why thank you Matt."

 

"Okay looka,

 

Nemesis: BWAHAHAHA!! What a stupid looking type O!

Nemesis: ...  

Nemesis: Lyn, that just wasn't cool!

Lynati: ^_^

 

the Steel Clan've got the Quarrymen up against the wall. We'll

brake this vent open, then Xanatos, you carry me and we'll fly down into the

control room together. With the amount of firepower we've got in here,

 

Cybele: What's the only good thing about this fic?

 

it'll be all over in a few seconds.

 

Cybele: *grins*

 

Leave Castaway though. Make sure he doesn't get harmed in any way.

 

Lynati (as the albino): The prince prefers his victims to be healthy, before he breaks them.

 

 We'll need him to get the others out. Are we ready?"

 

"Affirmative Matt." replied Xanatos.

 

"Ready and waiting." said Lexington with determination.

 

"Let's rock."

 

And with that, they proceeded to rip off the vent. Matt clung on to Xanatos'

back and they entered the room from the ceiling.

 

Lynati: hmm. Looks like I was right about Xanatos being the next victim of Matt's lust.

Nemesis: Hey, Matty, isn't Fox going to be upset with Xanatos for leaving her out of all the fun? I mean, Owen's back at the castle,

he can watch Alexander.

 

As the flew to the ground,

 

Cybele: GARGOYLES DON'T FLY!! THEY CAN ONLY GLIDE ON CURRENTS OF WIND!!!     ^_~

 

they noticed the Quarrymen were shouting and spiting at Matt and Xanatos.

 

Cybele (as quarrymen): Spite! Spite! Spite!

 

"TRAITORS!!!"

 

"FUCK YOU YA NAZI MOTHA FUCKAS!!!!" Matt replied.

 

Nemesis (drily): My, what an intelligent comeback.

 

When they landed, they took their positions amongst the line of Steel Clan

and aimed their weapons. They opened fire and sprayed the wall with laser

beams. Chunks of dead, burnt flesh and meat were falling to the floor.

 

Nemesis: *applauds* I prefer weapons that leave flesh uncooked, but hey, to each, his own.

 

They finally stopped when there was only Castaway left. He was in a cowering

position, cringed up against the wall. He looked up realising he was still

alive, then looked around to see the charred remains of his fallen comrades.

He looked horror-stricken. He then looked at Matt, Xanatos and Lexington.

 

"So, you call us murderers? Look at what YOU'VE just done to these men

serving their loyal duty to Humanity."

 

Matt stepped forward cockily with his weapon at his side.

 

Lynati: *winces* the word "Matt" and "cock" in the same sentence give me bad images.

Nemesis: *hugs* it's okay. It's okay.

 

"The only duty these 'men' performed was your filthy fucking racist desires,

and this isn't a case of us being any better Castaway, this is a case of

what goes around comes around. You've been murdering Gargoyles for months.

Now it's payback time, judgement day, and anything else that means payback

or judgement.

 

Lynati: ...Couldn't think of any more yourself, eh, Watson?

 

You've fucking had it now.

 

Lynati: Violence begets nothing but further violence.

Cybele: What you want is want not justice, but vengeance.

Nemesis: And that makes you no better than they are.  If you can live with that, fine, but don't delude yourself into thinking you

are better than them, or that your cause is more righteous.

*All three turn to stare at Matt Watson*

 

The Quarrymen are finished and so are YOU. Now, tell us how to open the cells."

 

Castaway put on a very smug smile and put his hands behind his back.

 

"Now why would I want to do that?"

 

Matt walked up to him quickly and put the weapon in between his eyes.

 

"Because if you don't, I'll give this part of the wall a new paint job!"

 

Lynati (as Castaway): Really? Well that's not much of a threat, this wall's been needing a new paint job since we moved in, and- oh, you

mean with my brains! Oh, yeah, I get it now.

 

"You can't kill me, you won't find out how to open the cells." he said, his

smile growing wider.

 

"Oh yeah. True...."

 

began Matt before he moved his weapon down to Castaway's member.

 

Lynati: but I thought all the Quarrymen were dead?

 

".....but I CAN blow off your meat feast with extra guacamole sauce!"

 

Nemesis: Did he just describe Castaway's dick as a "meat feast"??!

Lynati: x.x

Cybele: yeah.

 

The smile quickly left Castaway's face and he looked at Matt in terror.

 

"I'LL DO IT!! I'LL DO IT!!"

 

Matt removed the weapon.

 

Nemesis: No, Matty, you leave the weapon there until after he's already done what he promised. (then you shoot it off anyway.)

Oral contracts aren't worth the paper they're not written on.

 

"I thought ya might."

 

Castaway scurried over to the control panel which was still intact. As he

was making his way over, the entrance to the inner base exploded.

 

"HA! YOU'RE THROUGH NOW YOU TRAITOR!!! HERE COME MY SAVIOURS!!!! THE

SERVANTS OF HUMANITY!!!! THE QUARRYMEN!!!!" he preached with maniacal eyes.

 

As the dust cleared, Goliath, Hudson, Broadway and Angela emerged.

 

Cybele: well, Goliath seems to rather fit the "servant of humanity" bit, but I think you're a little off about the rest of that.

 

Castaway's face became fearful again.

 

"Ah." he simply stammered.

 

Nemesis (unaccountable angry): "Ah" ?? "AH"?? that's not a stammer! "Ah-ah-ah" , now THAT'S a stammer! You dare call yourself

a writer! Kono Yogore! Branleur! Casser la gueule à vous - que tu es emmerdant!"

*deep breath*

Va t'faire enculer chez les Grecs!

 

"What took ya's so long?

 

Nemesis: I was trying to remain polite, for my author's sake.

 

Castaway was just about to release the other Gargoyles.

 

Lynati: Aww, CASTAWAY has been the one holding back the DVD release?! The bastard!

 

WEREN'T YOU??"

 

Castaway nodded and reluctantly pushed a lever forward. There was a loud

clattering noise which echoed deep throughout the base. Matt began to motion

the others to start shouting and telling them where to go.

 

"YOU'RE ALL FREE!!! FOLLOW OUR VOICES!!! WHEN YOU REACH US WAIT IN A

GROUP!!!!"

 

They all repeated the same message over and over again. Gargoyles began to

emerge from the doorway, Xanatos, who had hold of Castaway's throat,

motioned them to wait over in a clear area. The Gargoyles thanked and

praised them as they came out and went over to wait. Gargoyles were emerging

by the hundreds.

 

Cybele: how much do you want to bet he'll have forgotten about every last one of them by the next fic?

Lynati: Ha! I bet he doesn't even know all their names, or where they're from.

 

Eventually, there was no need to shout. Gargoyles were finding their way out by following

the others. The last few finally came out. Matt looked over the huge crowd. He couldn't

see Brooklyn.

 

"Brooklyn!?"

 

Nemesis: Dude, he couldn't move much, let alone walk. Go get a stretcher for him, for decency's sake!

 

No response. He turned to Castaway with a look of pure evil on his face.

 

"Where is he?" he asked evilly.

 

Castaway just looked at him in terror, shrugged his shoulders and shook his

head. Matt pointed his weapon in between his eyes.

 

"WHERE IS HE!!!?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!!!??"

 

Cybele: Fucked the shit out of him!

 

Matt screamed at Castaway, tears of rage welling up in his eyes.

 

They heard a very faint cry for help come from within the base. Matt turned

to the crowd.

 

"All of you stay here! Goliath, bring the rest of the Clan with us. Xanatos,

bring Castaway too."

 

Nemesis (bored): Just shoot him in the head already. Otherwise he'll come back to plague you with more sloppy plotting.

Lynati: Don't you think Castaway deserves more than that?

Nemesis: Castaway?

 

With that, they scurried down the corridors. They heard another faint cry

for help.

 

"BROOKLYN!!! KEEP SHOUTING!!!"

 

"MATT!" Brooklyn replied weakly.

 

"Keep talking Brooklyn!!"

 

"Okay! Keep on coming Matt! I can hear you running! You're almost here!"

 

Matt sprinted ahead of the rest. He was looking for names on the cells, but

instead, could only see letters and numbers. He stopped when he heard

Brooklyn at his loudest and looked at the cell number:

 

84-LKDNB

 

"Brooklyn, are you in here!?"

 

"Matt! I can see you!! I'm in here!!!"

 

Matt ran into the dark cell.

 

Lynati: -tripping over Brooklyn and hurting him greatly.

 

"He's in here!!"

 

Matt pulled out the small torch he had and shone it about the room. He found

a cage. He walked up to it and felt around for a door. He found it partially

opened. He climbed inside and felt about for Brooklyn he found Brooklyn's

hand and held it in his for a long time.

 

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): Dude, Matt, that's not my hand!

 

Finally, they were back together again.

 

"I knew you'd come Matt. I love you."

 

"I love you too Brooklyn. Come on, let's get you out of here."

 

Lynati (as Matt): Come one, it's too perilous to stay here!

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): We must face the peril!

Lynati (as Matt): No no, it's much too perilous!

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): Can't I have just a little peril?

Lynati (as Matt): We must flee the peril!

Nemesis (as Brooklyn): ...bet you're gay.

 

He dragged Brooklyn over gently. He could hear Brooklyn groaning as he moved

him. He scooped Brooklyn up in his arms and headed for the doorway. When

they emerged, they all got a glimpse of Brooklyn. They all gasped in horror.

 

Cybele (as group): WHAT HAPPENDED TO HIS- oh wait. He always looked like that.

*gets whapped by Nemesis and Lynati*

Cybele: Oh, come off it! Someone has to do more vicious character riffs! Besides, it's not your Brooklyn, it's Matt's!

Nemesis: *sets down pillow*

Lynati: Good point.

 

Matt especially. His face was bloody, his eyes were bloodshot, his body

bloody, bruised and battered body was limp in Matt's arms.

 

Lynati: Yeah. Okay. *glances at her various descriptions of Brooklyn after getting his ass kicked*  I think mine are better.

 

Matt gently rested him on the ground and cupped his cheeks in his hands. Tears began to

well up in his eyes.

 

Nemesis: "tears" plural? As in, more than a "single" tear?

 

"Brooklyn." he said in almost a whisper, "Brooklyn. What've they done to

you!!?"

 

Nemesis: They beat the crap out of him! What does it look like- they dressed him up as sailor moon and put him on a homecoming float?

 

Matt began to sob uncontrollably in Brooklyn's chest. Brooklyn held Matt in

his arms.

 

"I'll heal at Sunrise Matt. But We're back together again. That's all that

matters now."

 

Matt looked Brooklyn deeply in his eyes. He smiled, an expression of pure

love and kindred friendship, all his hatred had just slipped away. Brooklyn

smiled back even through all his pain and his eyes glistened with love. They kissed.

 

"Eeeww." Castaway cringed with disgust.

 

Matt stopped kissing Brooklyn and backed up from him. Brooklyn looked at

Castaway with a look that was as if to say: You shouldn't have said that.

You've had it now.

 

Lynati: Why, just because he had an adverse reaction to watching two guys making out?

Nemesis: Matty, Matty, Matty...you're so un-accepting of people with different sexual preferences and beliefs than yours. If you want

people to be respectful of your life choices, you should be respectful of theirs.

Lynati: and stop being so Goddamn preachy!

 

Matt looked at Castaway in the eyes with an expression of insanity.

 

Cybele: ie, his usual expression.

 

He kicked Castaway squarely between the legs. Castaway gasped for

air and bent over as he held himself at his member.

 

Cybele: See? What'd I tell you about beatdowns and what men- ones with brains- cover up first?

 

Matt, seeing Castaway was opened up, brought his fist down, and swung it up squarely into

 

Nemesis: I think we're about to learn where this fic gets its title from...

 

Castaway's jaw. Castaway reeled back. Matt was about to deliver another blow

to the head, when he stopped in mid-throw.

 

"No. We should do this where the OTHER Gargoyles can see."

 

The others nodded, despite their fear of what Matt would do.

 

Nemesis: They knew it would lead to another sequel, I suppose.

 

Matt shoved Castaway into Goliath's powerful grasp. Matt and Broadway supported Brooklyn

as the walked down the corridor.

 

Nemesis: *shakes her head* Obviously Matty over-exaggerated the damage Brooklyn suffered earlier in the fic, if he's capable of moving

 without being on a stabilizing backboard of some kind.

 

Lexington and Angela were talking to Brooklyn along with Matt and Broadway, to try to

keep Brooklyn's spirit up. To reassure him that he wasn't gonna suffer anymore from the

hands of these bastards. They finally reached the control room where the other Gargoyles

were waiting in their hundreds.

 

Cybele: Damn, those are some old gargoyles.

 

Some had already found loved ones and Clans had been reunited.

 

Lynati: which clans? How may of each was unaccounted for, ie, dead? Did the quarrymen find any eggs?

 

It was a beautiful sight to behold. The Gargoyles turned

to welcome, cheer and praise their liberators. Matt stepped forward with a

serious look on his face and held his arm up. The room went silent and a

defening silence fell over the crowd.

 

Lynati: The gargoyles are just uncomfortable in telling their savior how bad his B.O. is.

Nemesis: deafening...silence...fairly poetic, but I'm not sure it works in this setting.

Cybele: that and extra two points off for using the word "silent" twice in a sentence instead of taking the time to pick up a thesaurus

 for a decent synonym.

Nemesis: what could possibly be worse than this one single fic?

Lynati: if it were-

 

To be continued.......

 

Lynati (whispers): you only need three period dots to make your point here.

 

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Comments?   

 

Lynati: *blinks* Actually, yes. I just want to say how impressed I am that you wrote an entire fic without any ground-staring or

ground-glaring in it.

 

Questions?   

 

Nemesis: Is it true you fucked my hamster?

Cybele and Lynati: *sweatdrops* Nem, this isn't Rocky Horror.

Nemesis: ...and that answers my question how?

 

Praises?

 

All: for shitting on a computer screen? We don't think so.

 

Flames?   

 

Nemesis: give me a minute to fire-up my blowtorch. I'LL show you some flames.

 

Mail me.

 

Nemesis: No. You mail ME!  HA!