|Alex meets the Gargoyles
Author: Morning Misty PM
Alex Rider meets the Gargoyles in New York. This has nothing to do with Storms on the Horizon, Bobwhites, or Race Against Time.Rated: Fiction K - English - Alex R./Cub - Chapters: 23 - Words: 8,332 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 07-04-11 - Published: 12-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6557919
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Hey I hope everyone likes this story. This is my first Gargoyle story, but it is also a crossover with Alex Rider. Please give me any comments to improve this story.
Alex stumbled and fell. He could hear the feet pounding behind him. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet by rough hands. A hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so he had to look at the two men approaching. The one wore a scorpion ring. The boy swallowed. He was in so much trouble.
"Well, well. Alex Rider. You should have stayed away. You were warned." the man with the ring said pulling a gun into view.
The man pushed the gun against the boys head, but suddenly the other man moved forward grabbing the man's hand.
"Scorpia is usually so capable of seeing potential. The boy meddled yes, but why ruin the opportunity. I can use him in my genetic engineering. I have the DNA of Demona and another of the creatures. It will be interesting if I can recreate the results you see with her."
The gun was lowered, "Dr. Sevarious, are you sure. He is more trouble than he looks."
The man laughed and smiled at the man, "When I'm done with him he will not be a problem.
"Fine, but remember if he escapes he will inform those who sent him."
Servarious chuckled, "When I'm done with him he will obey without question."
The man nodded at the men who started dragging the boy down a hallway. Alex struggled, but the men were stronger and just pulled him along.
Angela soared over the city. She was patrolling the north part of the park. So far she had saw nothing, but that suited her just fine. Not seeing anything was better than seeing trouble. Finally she decided to land.
Diving she headed toward a group of trees. Once she landed she sighed. New York was so wonderful in December. The snow made everything so wonderful. However, she was not sure what to do. It had been a year since the Quarrymen had been arrested and the female gargoyle was still not sure which of the trio she liked. They all wanted her attention, but she did not think any of them matched her. For a while she had thought she liked Broadway, but the feeling had faded.
Pulling her purple wings in tighter she debated sleeping the day in the tree then thought again. Goliath would not like it. He would worry. Opening her wings she started to fly toward the castle. Her home