They're mine! *Mine!* Do you hear me Disney?! *MINE!*

ahem. 

Got a little carried away there. heh.

Gargoyles are the property of Disney (unfortunately). No copyright 
infringement is intended.

Explanation time! Yay! This is a direct sequel to my last story 
'Revelations.' I strongly suggest that you read that first, otherwise, this 
won't make as much sense as it should.

This story is written from Brooklyn's POV, which is a crime in many 
fandom circles. But I couldn't resist. It just seemed right. That and I 
was halfway through when I realized I was writing in the first person 
and I didn't feel like going back through the whole thing.

So enjoy, and tell me what you think.


Revelations 2


Fantastic. She was a Quarryman.

I held the light gold pendant in the palm of my hand, studying it. It 
was an odd feeling this thing evoked in me. After all, I'd never 
expected to hear from this woman again. And why should I? In the 
years we've been here, precious few people have even bothered to say 
'thank you,' let alone write a letter. But this woman - Danielle Roberts 
- not only does she say thank you; she saves my life and writes a letter 
of explanation detailing how it seems that the experience of meeting 
me has changed her life. 

And she was a Quarryman!

Her letter was on the coffee table where I'd left it. Reading it had given 
me an idea of what had been going through Danielle's mind for the 
last few weeks. I kind of felt sorry for her. After all, it's no piece of 
cake having a major point of your life turned upside down, literally 
overnight. Like she'd said in the letter - if her friend hadn't needed to 
borrow the car none of this would have happened and she'd still be 
wearing the pendant I now hold in my hand.

I don't know whether to feel sorry for her or envy her or not care at all. 
I mean, she was a Quarryman. Their sole purpose of their lives is to 
make our lives miserable. And they've succeeded rather well; Elisa and 
Goliath were nearly killed during the confrontation in the clock tower, 
Lex and Broadway were hurt when they attacked us with those 
missiles, and Angela, Lexington, Owen and David almost had their 
heads bashed in when they stormed the castle. And according to her, 
she was a member of the Quarrymen at the time the castle was 
attacked so she knew all about it. She helped plan it!

That's the part that's so hard to get past. She condoned murdering us 
while we were helpless and unable to protect ourselves, yet she risked 
the wrath of her fellow Quarrymen to help me after I was hurt while 
trying to save her. 

I don't remember very much of it. The doctor says shock and blood 
loss made me forget a lot of what happened to me, especially what 
occurred after I was shot. According to Elisa, Danielle hid me from a 
mob led by her fellow Quarrymen and called Elisa for help - the first 
time the Quarrymen's knowledge of her connection to us had been a 
good thing. Matt said that she had seemed genuinely worried about 
me. What to make of it? A Quarryman?!

And maybe the worst part of it all is that I'm forced to wonder - If I 
had known she was a Quarryman would I have tried to save her or 
would I have left her to those muggers? She risked her life to help me, 
knowing full well that I was a gargoyle - how could she not? Unless 
she was blind, which she wasn't - but can I honestly say that I would 
have done the same if I had known from the start that she was a 
Quarryman? Something tells me I would have kept going, found 
someone worth saving, but another part of me says that I know better 
than that. The same part that always seems to yell at me with Goliath's 
voice when I'm doing something I know is stupid. Oddly enough, it's 
also the same part of me that yells at me in Lexington's voice when I'm 
beating myself up over something I couldn't have avoided. The last 
few days I've been hearing those two voices an awful lot. From the 
back of my mind and the original models. Without the two of them 
this would be a lot harder to take. Not that I'd ever admit it to either of 
them.

So where does all this leave me?

Damned if I know. And I've been thinking about this for three days.

All I know is that after three days of thinking, moping, consideration 
and contemplation, I have decided that I really need to think about all 
this some more.

So she's a Quarryman. So what? Jason Canmore was a Hunter; his 
entire purpose in life was to hunt down and kill gargoyles. David 
Xanatos used us for his own purposes then he betrayed us and tried to 
kill us. Fox Xanatos betrayed us before she even met us. MacBeth had 
us locked up in a cage in his basement. Margo Yale tried to convince 
the world that we were animals. Yet, they're all friends now. Well, 
except for Canmore, but at least we can trust him. Is it so 
inconceivable that a Quarryman could have a change of heart? They're 
just a bunch of over-zealous, small-minded bigoted idiots. Except for 
the ones who are just insane. So it should be simple enough for them 
to change their minds. Of course, they don't, but that could be a 
personal decision- Listen to me. I'm rambling.

The pendant wasn't the only thing she sent me.

Her Quarryman uniform, a blue bodysuit complete with hood bearing 
the Quarrymen's symbol, and the electric hammer that was their 
weapon of choice had been packed into a cardboard box. Elisa had 
brought it home from work a few nights back and I'd finally worked 
up the nerve to open it tonight. I'd known what was in it, I guess. 
What else would it be? And I understand why she sent it to me. 
'Closure,' she'd written. 'The last step to putting it all behind me. I 
needed to say I was sorry, and this is all I could think of.'

It took a lot of guts to do this. 

Doesn't mean I want it around though.

Quite frankly the damn thing gives me the spooks.

The costume I can get rid of easily enough. Lexington suggested I 
burn it. I think he was kidding, but I'll probably do just that. Ashes to 
ashes, eh? But the hammer... Maybe David can find a way to get rid of 
it. It's not something you can throw out with the trash.

I think I'll keep the pendant, though. To remember that everything 
changes. That anything's possible.

That maybe we aren't as alone as we think we are.
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End