Rick X family

Rick X family chapter 0: How tales begin

 "Huff huff HUFF!" The Ogre with a beanie, tank top and jeans booked it through the alley, his pieces in hands. Said Pieces were silver-painted 1911 pistols with modified clips for even more rounds, since Ogres can handle using guns. The dim lights of the underground city were glowing, until one light was shot to bits, instantly poping out, no more light shining from it..until the morning when the troll would have to change it and buy a new bowl for it. Gargoyles in police-like attire aimed their pistols, which had to be specially made for their big fingers, firing off rounds of half copper and silver melted rounds. The Ogre shot blindly behind, muzzle shots flashing.

"Ah fuck!" One gargoyle was hit, holding his shoulder as he thudded loudly to the ground. "Dickey!" A rather portly one stated, helping Dickey up. The Ogre ran around the corner, hopping onto a trash can, bending the cover as he leaped up, grabbing a sideways flagpole that had the irish flag on it, before his muscles flexed as he swinged forward, then rotated backwards, and then air thrusted forward as he flipped over a fence, landing on the other side and running again. The Gargoyles jumped onto the sides of buildings, leaping and spreading their wings, gliding over the fence, although one opened too late, slamming into the fence, falling in on his flying-squirrel wings and thudding to the ground, groaning.

As the Ogre made his way around the another corner, looking back to see a swarm of Gargoyles after him, he thuded into a 'wall', falling on his ass "Ngh...Ah ah!" He covered his face. Standing before him was a man who was rather famous. His old leather vest was open, with the corner of the arm openings full of ripped-out spots, worn down from years of slipping his arms through. He had a belt with an eagle on it, two pouches on his sides, both holding a Tomahawk in them. He had a scar under his jaw, which looked like it was caused by an upward slash. His most defining trait was his wait and gray hair, which was spiky. He glared, stomping a boot

"So....your back at it again huh?"

"H-Hi Officer Rick" The Gargoyles finally caught up, landing behind the Ogre. Rick 'helped' the Ogre up by grabbing him by one leg, dangling him upside down

"Drop the loot kid" The Ogre did so, reaching into his pockets and dropping some gemstones. A shadowy hand picked them up from Rick's shadow, an eye rolling out into existence from said shadow

"MAN Rick, we could make big bucks with these-"

"-Put them down, Burger. We are *RETURNING* them!" Burger, his Spirit partner, huffed

"Fine" Burger then dropped the gems, a Gargoyle picking them up and putting them in a baggy. Rick then dropped the Ogre, Gargoyle's grabbing him before he could try to flee, cuffing him. Then a giant beetle rolled in, with a star painted on the shell. A box sat on top, a Gargoyle driving the beetle.

The Gargoyles pushed the Ogre in, who thudded to the wooden floor, before the doors closed "HAH!" The Gargoyle whipped the reins, the beetle rearing, before riding off down the road. The gargoyles sighed

"Geez, lot more crime going on then there used to be" Rick shrugged, shaking the Gargoyles hand

"Thanks for the hand again, Rick. You want to come with the boys for some donuts?" The Chief was an American Gargoyle, having moved to the underground city when people were a bit uptight about his kind. That was about 50 years ago. And he wasn't as Pudgy.

"Nah, I gotta watch what I eat, it's how I keep my abs" Rick patted his open stomach. Burger snickered, having taken the form of a mini-shadow dinosaur.

"He eats like 6 cheeseburgers" Rick smacked the head of Burger "OWWWW! Ok OK......4" Smack. As Burger was holding his broken nose, Rick rubbed his hand. Then his higgle ringed. Higgles were mimics that worked like surface phones. Rick opened up the mouth of the Higle, putting it to his ear "Hello?"