Clipping the Gargoyle's Wings — J.M. Dabney

I was a runner, I'd disappear for days and come back to work like nothing happened. As a Gargoyle, I liked to stay in the shadows. I was used to the stares and snickers. I knew I wasn't sought after like the rest of Bloody Knuckles Crew. Claws and wings, fangs, yeah, I wasn't pretty, but I was nice, or at least I thought so. But I played the game, and no one needed to know what I did on my time away from the bar and community of trailers we lived in. No one needed to know about her. She treated me like I was normal, but friends was all she'd offer and I could deal…maybe.