Ben 10 Porn Story: Broken Wings Chapter 1

A/N: Thank you for
reading. I hope you enjoy it. Theres going to be action,
adventure, intrigue, conspiracies, Illuminati, the Knights
Templar, romance, and much much more. There will likely be some
controversial things later but thats the nature of some of the
aforementioned groups involved in this piece. If you have a moment I
would really appreciate some feedback, any feedback.

Disclaimer: I dont
own Gargoyles, this is just for fun.

Summary: In a
precarious time for the Manhattan clan a group of four arrive to warn
them of more impending danger. As the new clan unites with the
familiar cast the more it becomes clear that the new friends past
shadows their lives and their future. Somehow the new clans
second in command and their devils advocate knows Brooklyn and
Lexington…maybe even more than the two know themselves. Their past
stretches back hundreds of years and is twisted up in a turbulent
series of conspiracies, dangers, intrigue, and deceit. When two,
previously allied, secret societies have rising conflict and both
clans of gargoyles are thrown in the middle a series of events are
set into motion that none involved could have anticipated.

Broken
Wings

Chapter
1

This is positively
ridiculous. We arent welcomed guests, were prisoners.
Three sets of eyes turned to the speaker; each with their own
concerns and meaning.

Surely you arent
serious, a smile was masked in fear but faded quickly with the
follow up, are you? The questioning voice turned attention
from the negative one to another. Curran, hes not serious is
he?

Yes, Kerry I think
he is.

There was a momentary
pause where glances were passed between the four individuals. A
bright moon full moon was casting dim white light into the small
square room from a single tiny window near the high raised ceiling.
No other illumination accompanied the moons dull light; however
the muted brightness was common to the quartette and they had no need
for anything more.

Hush! The final
voice added to the conversation. Comprised of husky assertiveness
and confidence she stepped into the central location of the group.
She was poised and graceful however she was not like any creature
common to humanity. Her skin was tinted ash gray with raven hair to
match. Despite being more petite than any human man she had stood
next to her expansive wings arched above their heads. She was not
afraid to intimidate her foes or inflate her size by extending her
wings to their maximum. She swung to face the male that had been
addressed by question. Curran, youve considered the
possibilities

Leaving her statement
hanging he responded by reluctantly moving next to her. He, like
her, was not of human origins. His tail swished next to hers and
they linked for a brief second affectionately. As he moved closer
she stepped down and fell in next to him. She looked up to him,
awaiting his direction. He nodded. Yes Morrigan I have, each as
unlikely and unpleasant as the next. He sucked in a heavy breath
allowing his chest cavity to fill and expand his muscled chest. He
was the largest of the foursome, but only standing as tall as many
larger human males when he was at his full height. We have been
in the custody of our friends for several moons now. I grow weary of
the travel as well. I understand our predicament as you do. We have
been transferred and moved so many times Ive forgotten where weve
been and where were going as well as how to fly I think
sometimes. He swooped around to the primary pessimist who
initiated the platform Curran was addressing. Im prepared, if
you are, to call it an end. We must move together, were all we
have left. I realize our lives are at risk but we cant continue
to live in secret if it means to merely exist. He gestured to the
room. Like this. It is kind to have been protected however we
have been caged for so long that we are restless and are ready
to resume our duty we will protect wherever our friends have
relocated us.

This isnt the
safest place for such a decision. A human moved into the room,
making his presence noticed, and nodded in greeting. Good evening
my gargoyle friends. Your cause and arguments are valid and Im
sorry we couldnt offer you more comfortable confines but were
keeping your existence quiet and to do so it must be minimalist and
without nightly flyings.

Curran took a step
forward assuming his leadership role with Morrigan at his side. We
appreciate all that youve done, and we understand that you are but
one channel in the grander scheme of things occurring. We thank you
for taking us in at the request of your superiors, however we have
been moving this way for weeks now. Its time for us to take
control of our fate again.

The man shook his
head. No Curran, this city is not safe for you. You must
understand you were meant to be moved on already to a man allied with
us by means of the Illuminati, his name is David Xanatos. However,
he has been in the news recently; understand thats nothing
uncommon but the nature of his name in the public eye is due to
something that directly relates to you. He is already housing a clan
of gargoyles who are known by the people now. The people arent
accepting them and therefore you, and your clan, are not safe here.
Im sorry youve been stabilized here for an extended period of
time, you were not meant to be here this long you should have
been moved again already. With the recent happenings its not safe
and Xanatos has expressed his apologies and concerns and asked that
we bypass him in the process to save you the anticipated dilemma his
gargoyle allies are already in. Arrangements are being made to get
you out of the country again perhaps rural Russia would be a
secure location for you; the other option that has been discussed is
northern Canada where nothing exists except the caribou. Theres
been talk of the Florida everglades too. Youll be safe there.

Curran allowed a
moment of consideration and concern to envelop him. He did not
respond, rather he paused. He felt motion behind him and he glanced
over his shoulder where he saw the skeptical one among them, an
aggressive and negative character called Doyle by name, stalk
impatiently at his heels. He paced on all fours with his tail
flicking like an annoyed cat on each turn. His face was sour,
however that was nothing out of the ordinary Doyle was a
displeased creature by nature wearing a heavy lidded grimace most of
the time. His fair skin hinted at green which mirrored his often
sharp and sometimes nasty demeanor. He was sly and witty. A white
tuft of hair hung from under his chin and a row of small spines
starting at the crown of his bald head followed the middle of his
back all the way to where his tail started. He was often frightful
to most humans he had encountered for the sheer fact that he wore a
disdainful expression even when he was in a jolly mood as rare an
occasion as that was. He envied Curran for the females reliance on
his decision making, Doyle considered himself a superior mind as he
thought of himself as a learned scholar as well as a versed warrior.
Even though he considered himself more qualified for leadership he
accepted Currans choices and allowed him to act as such in a
decision making capacity.

We will accept that
challenge head on. Curran finally said. We wish to be
released from your care. We will not consider you or anyone who has
elected to help us responsible for our future.

I can assure you,
youre making a terrible decision. This city is not safe for your
kind. The evil that youre running from will find you undoubtedly
if the citizens of New York dont find you first.

Were not
running! Doyle snarled threateningly, moving in on the small man
who backed down at the gargoyles angry hiss. We were never
running. Is that clear?

Doyle. The
other female, called Kerry, moved forward and gently pulled him back.
She quickly intervened, knowing that if Curran or Morrigan had
scolded him it would not be as delicate as if she were to step in.
She was the smallest of the four, the top of her head only coming to
Currans chin but, like Morrigan, she knew how to artificially
inflate her size by extending her wings when she needed to intimidate
others. Like the others she was a practiced fighter, wielding force
for the greater purpose protecting. She admired Doyles
no-nonsense attitude but couldnt live by his cruel honesty as a
rule. She was often easily distracted, a dreamer. It took a good
deal to get her attention and keep it. She was easily misguided
particularly by those close to her, she was gentle and nave;
and as such she relied on the others for guidance. However, she had
a special way of analyzing strangers attitudes and demeanors
allowing her to often recognize a liar, if she were paying close
enough attention. Curran relied on her ability to do so but her
inability to settle long enough to pay attention drove him mad. More
often than not Kerry was picking the petals off a flower or dreaming
rather than listening to her surroundings and the words of those
around her which eliminated her focus all together. She had to be
extremely attentive to detect a falsity or fact in others
movements or speech patterns so it often went forgotten that she
could as it was easier to forget that she could rather than get
mad over it.

Doyle allowed Kerry to
pull him back and seemed to calm at her touch. Both wrapped their
wings around their shoulders and hooked them at the meeting of their
clavicles cape like.

Please forgive
Doyles outburst. Curran growled pointedly at the disgruntled
male gargoyle. But you see what this captivity is doing to us.
We must be released. We will accept the consequences of this
decisionI will accept it.

I cant keep you
here against your will, and I wouldnt try. But I cant impress
upon you enough the importance of my concerns.

We understand your
words and comprehend their meaning. Again we accept these actions as
strictly our decision.

The man nodded. So
be it. However, let me notify my superiors and perhaps you can still
utilize Xanatoss home as a roost if you wish.

No. Curran said
with some finality. You have done enough as has everyone
involved. We graciously accept your assistance as well as the others
but must call an end to it as we have overused your generosity. We
will make our own way from here.

No really, its
my understanding that we still owe you a great deal.

Nonsense. We are
owed nothing, and nor have we ever been.

I understand, but
please let me help you find somewhere to roost; for your own safety
as well as giving you a generalized location to protect.

Thank you.
Morrigan nodded and extended her taloned hand to the human before
her. We will accept your assistance in the matter, if you
insist.

He grinned taking up
her offered gesture. I think I know just the place, I have a
connection.

You and everyone
else involved in this. Doyle grumbled loudly enough for the
occupants of the room to hear.

Deciding to ignore the
disgruntled creature the man clapped Curran on the shoulder after
releasing Morrigans hand. Ill see what I can do and get
back to you right away.

We will wait.
Curran nodded. Until you have an answer.

Patron? Kerry
stepped forward as he turned to go. You said there were other
gargoyles in the city, did I misunderstand or did you mean other
gargoyles of our kind?

Yes, my dear Kerry,
others of your kind. The old man nodded and with that he left.

Kerry immediately
turned to Curran. Her face was lined with concern rather than the
glee he expected. Rather than waiting for her to speak he went ahead
and addressed what he assumed her response would be. I heard him
Kerry.

Then why didnt
you ask about it? She questioned.

I assumed we would
make a decision about this new set of information together.

Curran, they could
be in grave dangerthe others I mean. Surely we must seek out this
Xanatos, the word was foreign on her lips as she tested the new
name out, and warn his allied gargoyles that Moreau might come for
them.

If Xanatos knows of
us, in that he would keep us, wouldnt he have already warned
them? Doyle answered level-headedly. They are not our
concern.

Kerry shot him a
confused and offended expression. But they are. They are our
brethren and we owe them that. We can not rely on someone else to
have warned them. It is our duty to do so. Our patron made it clear
that they are in the news and in danger because of that. That sort
of public awareness could draw our enemies here under the pretense
that we are them; and therefore put them in serious danger. Danger,
mind you, that should be ours to shoulder.

Their problem.
Doyle shrugged noncommittally and turned from her just as casually.

Kerry, having none of
that, darted in front of him again and puffing up her chest and
batting her wings threateningly shouted. What kind of protector
are you if you wont see to your own kind?

Curran hurriedly
stepped in pushing the two apart. He had never seen Kerry so
animated about any subject and was half surprised that she had even
noticed that their human host had even mentioned it and more so that
she was willing to cross Doyle concerning the matter. I must
agree with Kerry on this. It certainly is our place to make them
aware of our enemies that could focus on them in mistake. Those who
would threaten them are our enemies and others shouldnt have to
suffer in our place. I will see to the host and find out where this
Xanatos lives and discover a way to meet with him and his gargoyle
allies.

Whatever. Doyle
grumbled. Have it your way. Screw this Im out. Since
this town will be our new home. Ill be back before dawn.

Curran moved but
Morrigan caught his arm and pulled him back, allowing the malcontent
gargoyle to walk straight out the door. After a few moments Morrigan
whispered, Let him go. All keeping him here is doing is making
him more obstinate. He would have left either way, at least this way
he goes without a fight from you and hell come back with more
ease.

Youre right.
Curran cupped her face in his hands. As you often are.

After a moment of
affectionate glances passing between them they drew apart to find
Kerry missing as well.

Im going for
her. Curran hurried toward the door without a second thought.

Again Morrigan jerked
him back by catching his wrist and giving his arm a good pull. You
worry too much my love. She needs as much space as Doyle.

But shes too
flighty and gullible. Doyle is hard and ambitiousto a fault
hes a survivor.

And shes a
warrior, she can handle her own even if she brings many of her
problems upon herself. Theyre in no more danger than theyd be
if you were at their side. Let them be. Besides, if all is right
Kerry is likely in Doyles shadow.

Brooklyn and Lexington
were just soaring into the night from Castle Wyverns battlements
as the moon inched further into the sky. Mostly Brooklyn wanted to
get away from Broadway and Angela wrapped up in each other and
Lexington hoped to stop by Elisas where she might have some new
news on police gadgets he could toy with.

Life had been stale
for both of them as they spent a good deal of time confined to the
castle because of the Quarryman threat. Generally they could still
come and go as they pleased but both were well aware of the possible
danger hidden in every night shadow and all of the gargoyles took it
very seriously.

They landed on a
rooftop adjacent to Elisas apartment building. They were careful
and cautious. It was well known that Elisa was a gargoyle
sympathizer and therefore she was often watched by the Quarrymen, in
secret: Elisa knew this, the gargoyles knew this, but few others knew
how dangerous the situation actually was.

Brooklyn.
Lexington reached out and tugged on the crimson gargoyles wing as
they perched precariously on the sill of a high rise. The second in
command peeked down at the smaller gargoyle to find him pointing up
into the sky. Demona?

Brooklyns eyes
turned northward to see the black silhouette of a female gargoyle on
the velvety night sky back drop. He felt his blood pump hard in his
veins and the hair on his neck stand on end. His eyes lit
dangerously and he growled lowly, Lets check it out.

Wait! Lexington
grabbed his wrist as the gargoyle moved down. Maybe its a
trap.

Another deep growl
escaped Brooklyns throat as the silhouette dove in a quick fashion
toward them. She darted lower and closer to them in an awkward
movement. Brooklyn couldnt see past the anger he was feeling as
it consumed him, he would never overcome his hatred of Demona, but
Lexington could clearly tell that the form was not Demona and that
she was running from something by her hasty pathing.

She landed hard on the
glass paneling of Elisas apartment. Her pale skin was several
shades lighter blue than Demonas despite her flushed cheeks. She
was breathing hard and trying to catch her balance on the smooth
surface. Her wings beat quickly to help keep her upright. She
twisted her neck around several times looking in all directions.
Finally she threw her head back and shouted. If you want a fight
then show yourself and FIGHT!

Thats not
Demona. Lexington pointed out as she was well within their view
now, but it was obvious that Brooklyn had already made note of his
error as his eyes were no longer glowing and a fearful expression was
etched on his face.

Shes in
trouble. No sooner had the words left Brooklyns mouth and a
weighted net came down over the gargoyle shattering Elisas window
and trapping her under it. Come on, we have to help her.
Brooklyn and Lexington took to the sky despite the numerous Quarrymen
that were already visible in Elisas apartment.