TRASHED AND SCATTERED [M]

Of course Gargoyle wasn?t expecting a declaration of surrender on the spot. He wouldn?t have accepted one if it?d been offered, even if it had been begged for ? he still would?ve paralyzed this ?Creedance? and made him die slow. The realization of this had dawned on him some time before, telling him just how ready for this he was. Just how much he wanted it. In the back of his mind, something was frightened by it, but the ?something? was shut up and stowed away. Whatever pleasure Gargoyle took in this, it was his right to do so.

Tattered ears flicked dismissively as Gargoyle had to listen to the boy banter on, boosting himself up for the coming match. ?Old bird?? ?the devil himself?? Really now, name calling and self praise? That was the best he could come up with? Disappointed, Gargoyle sat there, ears, not so much pinned back a hair, as just lowered. Bored. The male was laughing loud enough to convince himself, but he wouldn?t convince Gargoyle. Not that it mattered. The Chief didn?t need fear to help him win this fight. He was just about to begin, but more questions came from the white male. His eyes and voice spoke of a carelessness, yet he was audibly trying to figure it out. What had been the lead up to this episode beside the falls?

You want to know something, old bird??

The bravado had disappointed from the rogue?s tone. But the less there was, the more Gargoyle got the feeling that something was actually lurking behind the words. Well, he had wanted to converse with the killer, hadn?t he? Without the slightest air or hint at feeling, Gargoyle?s voice rumbled out quietly. ?Enlighten me.?