Merry Christmas Mr. Gargoyle! Fiona Seckari fionaseckari1@aol.com Quick Note to readers: This is just a cute little piece of one shot fiction, that could very possibly be considered pure fluff, that I concocted. It hasn't been through spell/grammar check because of some of the dialogue used by the thugs, and also because it's just a small little piece that really isn't part of anything really important. Maybe I'll post a spell/grammar checked version later, but until then so for any little blips! Also, it may be a bit slow or frivilous in the beginning, but ounce you get used to my style I think you'll be Ok. I have fun trying to find the deeper, inner meaning I buried somwehre in here! Love to You all! ~*Fiona Seckari*~ ********************************************************************
A One Shot Piece; Merry Christmas Mr. Gargoyle! ‘I must be the only person in the world who has trouble walking.’ I thought to myself as I strolled through the down the down the busy nightime street of New York City. Well, stroll isn’t exactly the word for it, more like attempted normal walking. Most people never really think about the true semetry of walking, it’s just suspose to come naturally, sort of flow. I think about it. Walking, I mean. if I could help it, I would, and I would stop thinking about it all together, and be done with it. But I just can’t forget about it. Most of the time I only think about walking fleetingly. Very fleetingly. I’ve seen other girls walk, on catwalks, on TV, down the road. Some hold their head high, nose pointed toward the ceiling, while others slump their shoulders and sort of slouch, and models walk slowly and seductively downt the runway, swaying their hips to and fro, to and fro. I would very much like to walk like a runway model. Very much indeed. Ounce I tried to walk seductively like that. I shifted my weight from hip to hip, moved my arms a little, and made a pouty face. I was quite happy with walking like that for a time, until I happened to see my reflection in a full length mirror at JC Penny. I looked an idiot. A total idiot. You know, the kind that probably should be thrown in a nut house, but never is because their simply harmless, they just have trouble with coping with the reality that their not the sheriff, a traffic director, or a runway model? Well, that’s basicly how I looked. But, as much as I torment myself walking, it doesn’t really matter, I usually just end up allowing it to come naturally and forgetting about it all together, I just try not to take to strides that are to long, or fall flat on my face. I usually suceed in neither of the above, and accomplish a great deal of other things along with that. Like running smack into a corner, almost knocking out a tooth, recieving a longated bruise on my forhead, followed by falling backwards and landing in the bowl of punch sitting on a table right behind me, ending with punch, all the food on the table, and me splattered on the floor of the party of only who I hear is the most popular guy in school. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scents of the night air. The night was absolutly glorious. It was the beginging of winter, with Christmas less than a month away and the holiday season just getting on it’s feet. The night air was crisp and cool, and every ounce and a while the breeze would stroke my dark terresses. I stopped and gazed up at the gourgeous full moon through my sunglasses. Sunglasses at night. I heaved a sigh, thinking of what and idiot I probably looked like wearing large, dark sunglasses in during at nightime. I certainly was not trying to make a fasion statement by wearing them. I allowed my hand to raise to my temple and adjust the glasses. I have Secondary Primary Glaucoma, a branch off of Primary Open Angle Glaucoma. My Glaucoma was caused because I had seven intra ocular operations before I was a year old. Because my eyes were exposed so openly to the air so many times, and because I was so young, an air pocket formed in the back of my eye. This air pocket caused damage to the Optic Nerve, causing damage to both eyes. In laymen’s terms, I have extremely poor vision in my right eye, cannot see to my sides without turning my head (no pherial vision), cannot tell how high up or faraway from anything I am, and my good eye has poor vision as well, but I can at least focus it in contrast to the jumping around my right eye does. I wore the sunglasses not to hide my bad eye, but because my eye medication, basicly the only thing seperating my current stage of vision from total blindness, made my eyes totaly light sensitive, causing even the smallest amount of light to cause me extreme agony. I shook my head, refusing to allow myself to think of my medical history on such a lovely night so close to Christmas time. I took a deep breath and exhaled, causing a little puff to appear in front my face in the cold night air, held my head back, and walked forward, taping my cane to my step. I didn’t think of my cane as a hinderence, more like a liberator, keeping me from running into sharp corners and falling butt first into punch bowls, also giving an unspoken explanation to the big scary biker man who I totaly tripped over on the street corner. I hummed a happy little tune to myself as I did my best at strolling down the street, occupying my mind with thoughts of what Christmas gifts I would give to my friends instead of thoughts of walking. “Inscence and a lava lamp, a Dragon poster and DVD holder for Jed, some nailpolish and hair accessories for Nicki- What the?” I looked around me. I was in a dark, narrow alley facing a dead end. In my thoughts of christmas shopping I had led myself off of the main street full of botiques, coffee shops, and stores, and led myself straight into this long, desserted, dingy, dark, dank, all those other disgusting D words, alley. “Oh, great...” I mumbled to myself. “Now what have I gotten myslef into?” I turned around as quickly as possible and headed toward the other end of the alley. I turned my head warily from side to side, fully aware of rustling sounds and the scrappings of the alley, as well as what seemed like the all of a sudden loud rousounding tapping of my cane in this empty, desolate alley. *** Brooklyn snatched the stolen purse from the street thug and then thrust him into a garbage can, his eyes glowing a flaming white. Taking a moment to catch his breath and gather his senses, he took a deep breath and exhaled, causing a puff of steam to appear in the cool night air, and his flaming white eyes to return to their normal turn. Then he slowly turned around so as not to frighten the trembling woman cowering behind him, and extended the woman’s purse towards her. “Ummm... Here you go, Miss?” The woman, in a moment of sheer bravado, snatched back her purse and jetted as fast as she could away from the redish Gargoyle. “Well don’t try to thank me.” Brooklyn mummbled to himself. He stretched his muscular arms and yawned slightly. So far it hadn’t been a very exciting night, meerly the usual street thugs stirring up the usual sort of trouble you could expect to run into on a regular city night, and he was slightly bored, but that was all right by him, considering the alternative. He was just about to scale the nearest brick wall and get back to patrol when a strange taping sound caught his attention. *** Ta-tip, ta-tap. Ta-tip, ta-tap. Ta-tip, ta-tap. I suddenly wished that Blind & Visual services had made these things sound proof. I drew towards what seemed to be the midpoint of the long alley way. “Just a little farther and I’m out of here.” I mumbled triumphantly to myself. “Ahhhh... my buddy and I, we was hoping you’d stay awhile. Heh, heh!” A sillhoute of a large, burly man in a black leather jacket stepped from the shadows of an alcove on my right that had been hidden in the alley shadows. He was holding club casually in both hands. “Ya, and we was hoping you’d be so kind as ta hand over that purse a yours.” Another man stepped into view on my far left, smaller and less menacing, but swinging chain and looking positively casual aout it. I held my like a baseball bat, suddenly wishing that it were not the light weight collapsable kind, but something a little heavier and harder. “Go away. Leave me alone!” I practicly snarled, I was startled at the seeming ferocity in my voice. The black sillhoute didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he didn’t care, “Look Earl,” the black sillhoute taunted, “She’s gotta stick!” “Ahhh... whatcha gonna do with that Baby Cakes? Hit us with it?” The scrawnier man seemed to be called Earl asked me in mock innocence. I just held my cane higher, and attempted to look as menacing and calm as I could, even though my heart and stomach were doing flip-flops. “Ahhh... Sweet Lips, you ain’t being very nice ta my friend Earl.” the black sillhoute on my right mocked me, “For that, wes gonna take ya purse, ya clothes, and a little someth’n more, as well as that little stick a yours.” Mr. Sillhoute advancded toward me. I heard Earl’s obnoxious laughter, “Ya, sos we better get started, ain’t that right Pete?” Without waiting for any confirmation Earl advanced towards me, swinging his wicked chain quickly and deadly. My heart stopped beating all together, then my frozen brain finally become aware of some small portion of what these to thugs had in store for me. “You keep you’re filthy mitts off of me!” I screamed, and lunged at Earl full thrust with my cane. Just as my cane smacked agains Earl’s swinging chain, a loud resounding roar echoed throughout the alley. Then, a large, reddish monster-no, Gargoyle! I’d seen their picture in fantasy books, landed in the middle of the alley. It’s eyes flamed a white blaze ignited by some inner inferno, it’s large bat-like wings were unfurled, and a tail as well as sharp beak and claws on his hands and feet were some of the other more distuinguishable atributes about him. I froze, so did the thugs. That was all this Gargoyle-creature needed, with one quick swipe of his tail, he knocked Earl and Pete’s feet out from under them and sent them sprawling to the pavement where each conviently knocked his head and fell unconcious. He then snatched them both up in his muscular arms and crammed them into a garbage filled nearby dumpster. Then he turned his attention to me. “Are you all right, Miss?” “Yes, uhhh... thanks.” I stammered, still holding my cane like a baseball bat. “You’re quite welcome.” The Gargoyle-creature responded. “Uhhh....ehm...thanks...err.. that is, for saving me.” “Don’t mention it.” the reddish gargoyle creature stated simply. He then jumped and dug his claws into the nearby stone wall of the alley.Then he began to scale the wall. “Wait!” I called. He turned his head and looked at me questioningly. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. “Are you a real Gargoyle?” He nodded, seeming as if he didn’t know what to say. I smiled brightly, glad that I hadn’t been wrong in my refference to the Gargoyles of fantasy. “Well then, Merry Christmas, Mr. Gargoyle! And thanks again for saving me!” I beamed happily, all of a sudden just glad to be alive, despite eyes, sunglasses, muggers and canes, and especially because of Gargoyles. I then happily walked quickly the rest of the way out of the alley, leaving one somewhat confused Gargoyle in my wake.