Author's Notes: Gargoyles is owned by Buena Vista and Disney. This story comes before and in place of "Hunter's Moon" and the whole Goliath Chronicles. Viper is owned by Pet Fly (the car by Dodge) and this story in that universe occurs in the 1994 season, hinting at possibly leading into the syndicated continuation (someone will have to help me with the details there 'cause I've never seen that series). All characters mentioned in either universe belong to their respective creators. All others and this story idea belong to me. Please, do not use them without permission.
Additional notes: I don't usually go for revising older work, but I've decided to make an exception in this case... Here's a slightly edited version...
The day after tomorrow...
A time when criminals rule the streets...
The only weapon that can stop them needs a driver...
A thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled,
And flesh-and-blood gargoyles ruled the skies...
Now, in Manhattan they are befriended by a human cop.
Together, against a corrupt system,
They are taking back the streets...
Wheels and Wings
~ Prologue ~
"Freeze, police!" Detective Elisa Maza shrilled at the top of her lungs, bracing her arms on the hood of her Fairlane.
Rapid fire answered her, and she ducked back down behind the front wheel. She cursed silently.
The rain drummed loudly against her car, soaking her ebony hair and trickling with sweat into her red bomber jacket. Her blue jeans would probably need the jaws of life to get off her at the end of her shift, even without all the puddles she'd landed in trying to keep her tail from being shot off.
Ten feet from her, her partner, Matt Bluestone, moaned in pain, clutching his bleeding leg. It might as well have been a block for all the good she could do him. "Hold on, Matt! Help is on the way."
Painfully, he nodded.
Damn! Not another partner! I couldn't bear to lose another partner! Tears stung the Hispanic's eyes. "Goliath, where are you...?" she whispered.
"Forget it, copper! You ain't taking me in! The Outfit would kill me for sure!"
Outfit? That was the third time this week she heard mention of this so-called "Outfit." With Dracon and Brode behind bars she supposed it was possible for yet another criminal organization to be staking its own claim in New York. "Look at your options, bro! Any minute now my backup will be arriving, and they won't be easy on a cop shooter; but if you give up now, help my partner to a hospital, I could cut a deal. We could protect you."
The criminal laughed. "You can't protect me from the Outfit! They own you. They own this city!"
"Nobody owns us. And as for this city, the 23rd precinct has had its share of criminals under that illusion, and they haven't lasted long. The way I see it, you have a better chance with us than them anyhow."
"You don't know the Outfit."
"And they don't know me! Or they would've thought twice before hurting my partner!" Finally, on the rooftop above the man the familiar silhouette of a gargoyle, male by the glowing white eyes. "And there's one more thing they don't know."
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"Some New Yorkers have less tolerance for punks like you than others." Elisa lifted the penny-sized black mike clipped to her red jacket collar. "Goliath, that you?"
"I came as swiftly as the winds would allow," the gargoyle leader apologized through her ear piece. "I cannot see Bluestone from this angle. Is he all right?"
"You don't scare me, copper!" the crook shouted.
"He's hurt pretty bad. We need to get him to a hospital."
"Leave that to me," the gargoyle growled.
"Goliath, be careful. I don't need two wounded partners on my hands. I can't exactly take you to Doctor Sato, if you know what I mean."
"I'll be careful." The line was silent.
Please, do. Elisa looked up to see Goliath disappear down the wall. We need a diversion... "All right!" Elisa called. "I'm putting down my gun." She raised it above her head, hoping the crook would see it, then placed it on the hood of her car and slid it across. "And I'm standing up." Carefully, she rocked onto her knees and stood, hands out and above her head, facing the rusted brown van where the crook hid.
The greasy long-haired kid poked his head up past the uzi in his hand.
"I don't want my partner to die. You don't want my partner to die. Let's just talk."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Sure, there is."
"Naw... I just wanna be left alone, and you can't do that."
The glowing eyes were now behind him, a head above his own height.
"You're right," Elisa said sympathetically. "I can't do that." She gave a nod for Goliath.
Goliath growled, and the young man looked up. "Madre de Dios!" He lifted the uzi but the gargoyle's grip was like a steel vice. He grabbed the gun in both four-fingered hands and crumpled it into nothing.
The young man could only stare, frozen in fear.
Elisa had already lowered her hands and now took a step forward.
Elisa was a little fuzzy on her Spanish, but it looked like they wouldn't expect any more threats from this guy. "Your prayers have been answered, amigo. God's given you another day to live. Enjoy your nap 'cause if my partner dies it'll be the last solid night's sleep you'll ever get." If Elisa were still changed by Puck, she imagined her eyes would've glowed the brightest crimson she'd ever known. ...Of course, if she weren't a cop he'd probably be dead right now (with or without Goliath's approval).
The punk was in shock but didn't faint like she'd hoped.
Small losses... "I've got 'im, Goliath. Get Matt outta here. I'll cover for you."
"I'll meet you back at the clock tower," he said softly, a look of warning in his face as he brushed by her.
"Yeah," Elisa answered, but sepia eyes remained fixed on the crook. The Outfit had made a new enemy this night, and they were going to regret it, most dearly.