Chapter #5Amy the Gargoyle by: Rorke   Standing at the door was a woman made of stone. Well, not entirely a human woman, from her back a large pair of sharp wings sprouted. Her torso and arms were normal enough if extremely muscled that you could see almost every muscle under her shirt. Her feet ended in curved talons and her head was some chimera mix of beatified Spanish telenovela, bird, and horned something.
A pair of baby horns poked through her long stony grey hair, and a short peak rose over her mouth yet emoted just as well as a normal mouth. She states down at you being well over 7ft tall.
Her looming shadow cast the doorstep and yourself in deep darkness.
From under her bangs, she studies you making you feel uncomfortable like a mouse being studied by an owl.
"Is this 13 Unfortune avenue?" she asked evenly. There is a slight accent in her syllables, kind of like that French girl at your school.
"Yes." surely this can't be the babysitter. Who would hire a stone monster babysitter?
The stone woman grabbed you pulling you close to her chest. You find that despite looking like granite her skin was still skin though you could feel the hard muscle cords underneath, you try to push back as her hug intensifies yet it is useless.
"Oh you cute little thing," the stony woman squeals as if you're some sort of puppy or other cute animal, "I'm Amy the Gargoyle. I'll be taking care of you and your brother." She looks around the neighborhood she drops you to the grass, "Of course, this place doesn't look the least bit safe. I am going to take you back to my place, much safer there. No one can get up there and if they do they have to face me." She flexes an arm a boulder-like bicep appearing. After the crushing hug that you just had, you have no doubt that fighting her would bring only pummeling pain.
"Stay here whilst I get your brother," without waiting for you to speak, she marches inside. Soon you hear a crashing sound and fear for a moment that your brother has said something to enrage the gargoyle. Instead, she returns carrying the living room couch above her head with David rising atop fists bumping the air like he's on a roller-coaster, " This is an awesome babysitter."
Amy grinned from one side of her beak-mouth to the other, "Yes I am. Now hop aboard kiddo."
You back away, "No I'm quite comfortable with my feet on the ground, thanks." She grabs you with a single hand, flying you onto the couch, "oof!"
Those wings were powerful, after four flaps that sent anything near your family house that wasn't nailed down or weighed over 100kg, flying she took off with you gripping the leather of the couch so hard that three fingers broke throw the coating.
In contrast, David held his hands up, thrilled at the sensation of the wind wiping his face and his feet dangling hundreds of feet from the ground.
After what seems like hours to you but way really just half, you, David, and Amy begin to descend onto a large chapel with tall towers. Amy adjusts her wings angling for one of the largest at the center of the great building. She lands on a balcony wide enough to land an international aircraft, so a Gargoyle carrying and couch with two kids on had no problem with space.
She gently placed the couch down. If you told anyone later about this you would definitely skip the part where you jumped off the couch and kissed the ground something fierce. "Next time, let me take the stairs. Please Amy," you beg of the gargoyle.
"Okay," she says absently mindedly as she rotates her shoulders to loosen them from her fight. You're not sure if she really heard you. "So would you like anything to eat?"
"I would like a whopper Big Burger and chips and a shake," Dave bounced up. Amy looked at you, and you nodded. A shake could be very good right now.
"Okay, I'll be back in a minute. Don't get into any trouble." she then took off into the night sky.
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