Stinkfist – MiSTed

By Lynati

(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 MiSTs 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*

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Cybele: poor bastards.

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Cybele: I got a killer case of syphilis-

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Nemesis and Lynati: *Give Cybele a strange look*

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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.

Nemesis: poorly-worded, not very interesting, nauseating...

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 did to him every other day for a few years there…

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…

Cybele: and wouldn’t that have hurt his nose, seeing as it “felt broken”?

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.

Lynati: ...and the room didn’t like it one bit?

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:

Nemesis: “Engage!”

"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??? Come to destroy this fic for upsetting the cosmic balance??

Nemesis: I thought he wasn’t allowed to get involved with that stuff.

Lynati: Oops. You’re right.

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?

Lynati: You left out Seventh-Day Adventists. And Communists. And Poles. And really anyone not of the Aryan race. Besides which, there is an argument as to whether he actually thought all that for real, or was simply using it as propaganda to further his political career and the seizure of lands and lebesraum for the German people.

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!

Cybele (as Castaway): Pretty much, yeah.

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