GARGOYLES
In the snow covered land of Southern China.
A dark feral-faced six-foot something Japanese nightmare named Amatsu Mikaboshi [Every inch of his face is covered with ritual scarification patterns and Maori-like tribal tattoos, his dread-locks are like wire; thick and black] walks through a city he has just destroyed. Houses smashed by his army, they are called the Hand. Around him the cries of small children and women as their father's have sacrificed themselves to possibley save there families. The sun sets. The flames create enough light you wouldnt even know it was dark. He walks to a chinese man who wants to lie down and die, but isnt allowed the honor. He picks the man up by the collar and raises his broad sword to his throat.
"Where are they?" he says in a raspy voice.
"I... I don't know what you are talking about." The old man says while quivering.
He yanks the old man closer to him.
"Where are the gargoyles?!" He says, spitting on the old man.
The old man's pupils dialate, and a tear drops.
"The gathering." He squeks out.
He lowers the old man.
"Which way?!" He yells.
The old man points south.
"Atlantis." He says with his last once of breath.
Amatsu raises his sword higher and jams it into the old man's larynx. The old man makes a gurgling sound as he falls to the ground, and Amatsu rips the sword from the old man. Amatsu looks up into the sky as the shadowed silhouettes of creatures fly overhead.
Cut To.
The mists of the ocean, the night is dark, mysteriously dark. A boat emerges from the mists and no human creature sits upon it, but a living gargoyle. Several other boats appear from the mist, in them are hunderds of Gargoyles, large dark skinned creatures, wearing scottish clothing. The leader, Ronan [a seven foot tall, 300 pound Highlander with a white beard, two bright yellow eyes and giant leathery bat wings twice the size of a eagle's] leads in the first boat. He points to a land in the distantance. We see it, a island of marvel glowing with the light of torches. The boats of the Highlanders row towards the land.
Cut To.
A withered clawed hand lowers to a metal table and grabs a fruit.
Pull back to reveal the large metal table a coference room -- the house of Arrus, seat of the Gargoyle race's legislative assembly. Once every ten years a strange force draws the Gargoyle race here and they undergo the change.
Gathered around the table are the thirteen vampire leaders. Clans from the Highlands, Lochness, Norway, Atlantis, Russia, Egypt, Israel, England, France, North America, Japan, China, and Mexico.
Surrounding the clan leaders are the guardians of the leader. But right now we are concerned with one gargoyle, a norse gargoyle. His name is Mika, he is a buff gargoyle, dark skin, thick with calice, his hair long and thick. His wings are tightly wrapped around his upper body, a giant claymore strapped at his side.
A tall gargoyle by the name of Van [six foot tall and covered in urchin like body armor] speaks up.
She speaks in a ancient language unknown to us laced with devilish cadence and utilizing consonants that human vocal chords are incapable of reproducing.
[subtitled] "There is no human threat."
Mika lets the words sink in.
Van continues [subtitled] "Humans are a nousense, we will do nothing."
Mika begins to be enraged by that though, since he had already lost three clans men to the humans.
"No! The humans pose a real threat." He says.
All heads turn.
Van speaks again.
[subtitled, becoming enraged] "Mika, of clan Norse. You refuse to speak our language, you insult the house by speaking in the human gutter tongue. Have you now respect for tradition?"
This has caused a stir among the assembled gargoyle leaders.
Van continues.
[subtitled] "Escort Mika to the dome till the ceremony commenses."
Two giant bouncers grab Mika and pull him from the room. He is brought into another room, a giant dome the size of three football fields, with a giant star in the center. Walking, flying and playing around inside the dome are the members of the thirteen clans. Mika begins to walk about them as he runs into a japanese gargoyle. His name is Bishamon, he is tall and skinny, his skin is a firery red color, and green pinions.
Mika speaks. "Greetings, brother."
Bishamon lets out a chuckle.
He speaks in japanese. "Hey, Chandra, check out this wierd mother. Ain't he a guardian?"
Chandra turns her head. She is a red head gargoyle, of Mexican origin, she is blue in color, has big eyes and raked back horns on her head.
She smiles and laughs.
Mika blushes slightly and smiles. "To clarify, i am a guardian. I was kicked out of the conference because of a diffrence of ideas."
They each speak in diffrent languages but know exactly what one another is saying.
From behind them a commotion begins as the council walks enters the dome. The leaders form a circle, and the clans gather behind their leader. The star in the center of the room ignites and a orange beam shoots and hits the top of the dome, it blankets the room in orange radiance. One member of each clan is blanketed in this radiance and a number appears on there forehead. The eyes of the person begin to glow as the adrenaline pumps through there veins.
A giant draconian creature appears in the orange beam. It is curled in a ball, and then stretches to form a giant dragon.
"The dragon." The name echoes throughout the dome.
It speaks in the ancient language.
[subtitled] "The time is now. The gathering is almost complete. The thirteen must stand and be gifted now."
The thirteen walk forward. They are: Mika, Chandra, Bishamon, Chi Po, Raven, Pere, Lio, Ali, Apophis, Tokarr, Van, Goliath, and Ronan. They form a circle around the dragon. He stretches his wings and blankets them.
The dragon lifts his head and speaks.
[subtitiled] "The great transformation is upon you. Prepare to be forever changed."
His wings shroud them from all others all that is heard is the screaming of the coven, skin bubbling screams, bone chilling cries, skin is melted and mutated into twisted new forms.
The dragon is finished.
[subtitled] "It is done."
With that the dragon disappears and the people who were, are now gone as they have changed. They all lying on the ground, and they stand.
Mika - now his skin is like stone and his hair like crystal. Bishamon - now is more dragon than gargoyle, he is now a mirror of the dragon-god. Chandra - now taller, longer red hair and lighter blue skin. Chi Po - fatter and taller. Raven - now has the head of a raven. Pere - stronger and with golden hair. Lio - now with the head of a lion and the wings of a angel. Ali - now with the head of a tiger. Apophis - now with the tail of a snake instead of legs and a cobra head. Tokarr - skin black as night and the head of a puma. Van - skin now alabaster and with fish fins on her arms and legs. Goliath - 10 feet tall and wings like the stars. Ronan - much like Goliath only fatter and with a shorter beard.
Bishamon runs to a female of his clan and hugs her, she is a little startled by his new body but welcomes it. Mika stands and stares at himself as the clans go back to there activities. He stares at his body, now more rock than flesh but still running with blood. He walks over to Ganesha, leader of the chinese gargoyles.
He speaks in the ancient tongue.
[Subtitled] "Zi Ganesha, why has this happened to me?"
Ganesha smiles at the young man and speaks.
[Subtitled] "Young One. Your norse blood comes from the mountains, and you are now of the mountain."
Old Ganesha jumps into the air and begins flying around the dome with the rest of the clan. Mika looks up. We see from his POV a world of purple and white, the white being his people as they fly around (night vision).
"Beautiful."
The dome lid opens and the gargoyles fly out. The different clans fly around atlantis and land. The Mer clan, those who come from atlantis fly off in a different direction from the rest. The sun rises and the gargoyles go into stone sleep.
As the sun rises the waters of Atlantis a group of boats reach the shore, the Hand. Amatsu sniffs the air, a wicked smile crosses his face.
"Gargoyles."
He raises his sword.
"Destroy them!"
The Hand soldiers spread out, begin climbing the pillars which the gargoyles rest upon, and begin the slaughter. A fat black guy with a club smashes Raven, lifts his bloody head.
"Yes!"
He then throws the head off the pillar and watches it smash against the ground. Amatsu rips off Goliath's arm and rubs the blood on his armor. A wicked smile forms.
"Death to the gargoyles!" He screams, all his men raise there arms and continue to slaughter the sleeping gargoyles.
Hours later, the city of atlantis is majorly destroyed as well as the gargoyles. The moon begins to rise. Amatsu reaches a trio of gargoyles: Mika, Chandra and Bishamon. He is ready to smash Mika. He brings his sword down, right as Mika's stone skin flakes off. The sword comes down on his shoulder, slicing it open.
Mika lets out a growl, he lifts Amatsu by the collar. His eyes glowing a bright red color. He enhales smelling the blood on Amatsu's armor.
"Murderer!" He yells.
He draws his claymore, and is ready to kill him, but instead drops him off the pillar. He lands on the ground looks up at Mika and runs off. The gargoyles begin attacking the Hand army, and they flee. The surviving gargoyles begin burying the dead. Bishamon begins to cry as his mate has been destroyed.
The gargoyles gather back in the dome, or what is left of it. The assembled groups put together is less than 100, 000. The biggest of the groups are the Mer, who still have every member.
Ronan steps into the star in the center of the dome.
"Taday is a saad day. The clans haf been destroyed. But, why Atlantians are ye numbers so great?"
Van steps forward.
"They must have not gotten to the area where we roosted." She says.
Ganesha speaks. "The gathering is over. Let us go home."
The gargoyles, each different, but at this moment all the same by sharing the pain. They leave the dome and board there boats.
Later that night, in the house of Arrus Van sits arms crossed. The door slams open and Amatsu Mikaboshi walks in.
"How dare you show your face here!"
"I would not be here if you hadn't summoned me."
"You did not complete the job."
"Attrition didn't go as suspected but no need to worry."
"Get out of my sight human!"
"Can i ask you a question?"
"Speak."
"Why do you want the other gargoyles dead?"
"My clan must be the only clan. Why do you hate them human?"
Amatsu opens his armor, his chest is covered with claw marks.
"This is why."
He closes it, and leaves.
The door slams shut.
END