I just saw the episode "Possession" on TV, and it gave me the idea for this story. Some of the details are vague cuz I waited a week to actually sit down with it, but oh well, here it is. (8-30-97)

"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh must first grow weak;

Just long enough for soul in flight to pass from cheek to cheek."

"What the...?" Brooklyn exclaimed as he lost control of his body, as if some force were pushing him out of the driver's seat. It was an odd sensation. His consciousness was still within the confines of his mind, but it was as if he was now in the back of it, like an afterthought. He looked around his mind for some clue as to what happened. He tried to regain control, but was pushed back again.
And then the laughter.
"Who is that! What's going on!" Brooklyn called out into his mind.
"Oh come now, Brooklyn, haven't you guessed? You did volunteer, after all...."
Brooklyn growled low in his chest. "You. You were supposed to evaporate into oblivion!"
"There's been a change of plans."
"Show yourself, you coward!"
"Why should I bother? I already have control of this puny body of yours." The evil one laughed again, and Brooklyn grew angrier.
"At least I have a body, you spook!" Brooklyn retorted.
"I haven't time nor tolerance for this."
Brooklyn felt movement. He realized they were gliding. Brooklyn tried to calm himself, to clear his mind. Where were they going? He saw the thief operating his body as if it were a movie he was watching. He could see and hear everything, but that's all. The evil one had total control. He saw that they were following Coldstone and his mate, now in Broadway and Angela's bodies.
"You creep, leave them alone for once."
"Oh no, Brooklyn. They were going to do away with me. Well, my rookery brother will soon pay with his life, and his love will be mine, and I'll have the loan of this vessel to thank for it. Therefore I must also thank you, Brooklyn, for helping me destroy them."
He was atop the Statue of Liberty with the pair, talking them into keeping their new bodies. Brooklyn tried to call out a warning to Coldstone, but was met with more laughter.
"Do you not learn? You no longer have a voice. You are now the "spook", it would seem."
"You are a coward. You steal my body through trickery. Show yourself so I can kick your butt and take it back!"
"Ah, the boy would make a challenge. You are no match for me."
"C'mon then, let's find out!"
A form of the evil gargoyle materialized in front of Brooklyn. "Defeating me will not give you back control of your body."
"We'll see about that too."
The battle began. Brooklyn quickly found a way to adapt to fighting as only his mind. He created attacks mentally based on what he would do physically. The evil one was taken aback at first, but soon learned for himself. The fight grew heavy.
"You won't be able to keep this up for long," Brooklyn said.
"What are you talking about?"
"It must be quite a strain on your mind fighting me and controlling my body at the same time."
He would not admit it to his apponent, but it was difficult to do both. It required a lot of concentration.
Movement again. Coldsteel had wrapped a metal tentacle around the body.
The evil one broke away from the fight.
"What is this?" he wondered.
"You tired already? You give up?," Brooklyn edged him on.
"Hardly. It really is a shame you don't have a clearer view of the outside world, from where you sit."
Brooklyn smirked at the fact that his opponent had no idea just how good his view was. He cleared his mind again, and saw the two new machines, clearly designed to be vessels for the extra Coldstone spirits. His clan was beginning to catch on to what was going on. Coldstone, still in Broadway, realized the evil one had taken control of Brooklyn's body, when the evil one picked up Angela's body and headed for the door.
"You should have disappeared into Nothing when you had the chance. Coldstone's gonna tear you apart for touching his mate."
"Ah, but that's the beauty of it. I have already died once. I am dead. The only thing that will be lost is you!"
Movement. They were being thrown high, to a catwalk above the others.
"I tire of this. That machine has its perks, I see."
Brooklyn lunged at the invader, but was thrown back once more.
"I'll return your body shortly. It has been an interesting visit. I must admit, you've turned out to be quite a disappointment. You are not a gargoyle worthy of being called a warrior."
"If Coldstone doesn't finish you off, be sure that I will," Brooklyn growled.

"For the spirit to be willing, the flesh must first grow weak;

Just long enough for soul in flight to pass from cheek to cheek."

"I'll be baaack!" Coldsteel cried as he flew up through a hole in the ceiling.
Brooklyn glared up at him as he exited. "And this scrawny gargoyle will be waiting!" He jumped down to the floor and rejoined the others.
"Brooklyn," Angela's voice asked, "you know what he called you?"
"I know every rotten thing that creep made me do." He looked away, ashamed. "I couldn't stop him"

"But if we ever cross paths again, I swear, I will stop him, even if I need help from my clan to do it. That's what a gargoyle warrior is."

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