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reluctant_gargoyleAbout a week ago
John Castaway was a heavyset man, his blond hair slightly thinning, but his mustache full and bushy. Or so he appeared, anyway. He looked out the picture window of his office in the Quarrymen's downtown office, watching the rising sun. It was his favorite time of the day. It meant that the demons were sleeping, out there somewhere, vulnerable. He only regretted that the presence of others had prevented them from killing the demons during their attack on their home. The winged girl, and then the other, who had appeared out of nowhere.
The race traitor had paid and paid dearly. It was regrettable, but those who sided with those monsters were monsters themselves. Ones who needed to be wiped from the face of the Earth. And soon, those demons too would pay.
He was totally taken off-guard when something, no, four somethings, crashed through the window, shattering them and spreading glass all over the room.
The demons!
The old one, his skin brown and wrinkled, his wings patchy, an ancient sword gripped easily in his hands. The red beaked one, the armor he wore shining slightly in the light. The mint-green female, looking light on her feet, with a curved sword held in her hands. And another female, the one they'd identified as second-in-command of the demons, the one who seemed to want to pretend she was human.
How on Earth were they there during the day? It was impossible!
The orange-skinned female lunged for him, gripping him by the collar and lifting him with one hand. "Don't bother calling for help. We've already taken care of that. The rest of us are dealing with your goons and we've cut off all your communications, all your cameras. You won't get anything."
He squirmed, trying to get out of her grip, but to no avail. It was iron-tight. She sniffed and then snarled, her eyes flaring red light the depths of hell. "Of course," she said. "It all makes sense." And then she spoke the word he was dreading she would. "Canmore. Of course. It all makes sense now. You're the one that got away."
"For all the good it will do you," he snapped, trying to project confidence into his voice, confidence he didn't feel. He was alone, unarmed, unable to fight back. Against the creatures, in this moment, he was helpless.
"You killed our friend," she snarled. "Drove us from our home. I should kill you here and now. But we're not like you. Not a damn thing like you. "
"You're right. I'm better than a thousand of you monsters!"
Her arm shot out and slammed him against the wall, before pulling him back up near her face. "Not even close. You see... we're going to make a deal. Much as I'd like to see you pay for everything you and your damn family's done, two out of the three of you were smart enough to see the light. I can settle for that. But we're not going to let you rule our lives anymore. You can even spread all your bigoted nonsense... But the hammers stop. The violence stops. You take that all the way back to your secret society friends."
"Or what?"
"Or we'll go public with everything we know about you. We'll spread word to your brother and sister. They'll tell people everything they want to know. And you can watch how quickly people turn on you. You see that we're here. We're not afraid to take the fight to you anymore."
She smiled, wickedly. "The game's changed, Canmore. You lose."
She let him drop, painfully, to the ground. "C'mon," she told the others. "We're going."
And they were gone.
***
And that, my friends, is what happened. Don't know if it'll last forever, but it's lasted so far. Xanatos and Matt have both told us that the Illuminati are pretty angry about what happened... but also said that Canmore was becoming more and more unreliable anyway. I don't think we'll have to worry about them anymore.
We can go home. Our baby's gonna be born where it should be.
John Castaway was a heavyset man, his blond hair slightly thinning, but his mustache full and bushy. Or so he appeared, anyway. He looked out the picture window of his office in the Quarrymen's downtown office, watching the rising sun. It was his favorite time of the day. It meant that the demons were sleeping, out there somewhere, vulnerable. He only regretted that the presence of others had prevented them from killing the demons during their attack on their home. The winged girl, and then the other, who had appeared out of nowhere.
The race traitor had paid and paid dearly. It was regrettable, but those who sided with those monsters were monsters themselves. Ones who needed to be wiped from the face of the Earth. And soon, those demons too would pay.
He was totally taken off-guard when something, no, four somethings, crashed through the window, shattering them and spreading glass all over the room.
The demons!
The old one, his skin brown and wrinkled, his wings patchy, an ancient sword gripped easily in his hands. The red beaked one, the armor he wore shining slightly in the light. The mint-green female, looking light on her feet, with a curved sword held in her hands. And another female, the one they'd identified as second-in-command of the demons, the one who seemed to want to pretend she was human.
How on Earth were they there during the day? It was impossible!
The orange-skinned female lunged for him, gripping him by the collar and lifting him with one hand. "Don't bother calling for help. We've already taken care of that. The rest of us are dealing with your goons and we've cut off all your communications, all your cameras. You won't get anything."
He squirmed, trying to get out of her grip, but to no avail. It was iron-tight. She sniffed and then snarled, her eyes flaring red light the depths of hell. "Of course," she said. "It all makes sense." And then she spoke the word he was dreading she would. "Canmore. Of course. It all makes sense now. You're the one that got away."
"For all the good it will do you," he snapped, trying to project confidence into his voice, confidence he didn't feel. He was alone, unarmed, unable to fight back. Against the creatures, in this moment, he was helpless.
"You killed our friend," she snarled. "Drove us from our home. I should kill you here and now. But we're not like you. Not a damn thing like you. "
"You're right. I'm better than a thousand of you monsters!"
Her arm shot out and slammed him against the wall, before pulling him back up near her face. "Not even close. You see... we're going to make a deal. Much as I'd like to see you pay for everything you and your damn family's done, two out of the three of you were smart enough to see the light. I can settle for that. But we're not going to let you rule our lives anymore. You can even spread all your bigoted nonsense... But the hammers stop. The violence stops. You take that all the way back to your secret society friends."
"Or what?"
"Or we'll go public with everything we know about you. We'll spread word to your brother and sister. They'll tell people everything they want to know. And you can watch how quickly people turn on you. You see that we're here. We're not afraid to take the fight to you anymore."
She smiled, wickedly. "The game's changed, Canmore. You lose."
She let him drop, painfully, to the ground. "C'mon," she told the others. "We're going."
And they were gone.
***
And that, my friends, is what happened. Don't know if it'll last forever, but it's lasted so far. Xanatos and Matt have both told us that the Illuminati are pretty angry about what happened... but also said that Canmore was becoming more and more unreliable anyway. I don't think we'll have to worry about them anymore.
We can go home. Our baby's gonna be born where it should be.
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Date: 2007-08-14 09:23 pm (UTC)Faye hasn't found out who exactly was the guy who attacked and killed her alt, though, but she'll find out soon.
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Date: 2007-08-14 09:29 pm (UTC)"Besides, I wouldn't have wanted to risk you like that. No idea how the stuff Harley cooked up for us would have worked on you."
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Date: 2007-08-14 10:28 pm (UTC)"Yeah. The idiot squad's still around... don't think the protests and pamphlets will ever really stop, but we don't have to worry about being attacked."
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Date: 2007-08-14 10:46 pm (UTC)"Good, Faye will be glad to hear that. She's still afraid to go back to the castle." She hopes rain has washed away the blood stains...
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Date: 2007-08-15 12:22 am (UTC)"Yeah... I figured she probably was."
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