Brooklyn Kidnapped: Revenge

Chapter 10

Brooklyn wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for. His wounds still stung when he moved, especially on his stomach. His wrists stung too from having been burned and shocked yesterday.

He had been lying on the floor on his side. He pushed himself into a sitting position. He wanted so badly to get out of here. Suddenly, he felt some air on his face, coming from the cracked window in his room. It felt good. How Brooklyn longed to get to that window and break out of it. He had to get out of here before something worse happened. Even if he was in another state, he didn't care, he just wanted to get loose.

Brooklyn tried getting his talons under the shackle on his stomach to get it off him. He grunted in pain that he couldn't get his talons under it. It started to tighten on him again, making him grab it some more. "Oh, stop... squeezing... my stomach!" he grunted painfully.

Being squeezed by the shackle felt like having a giant constrictor snake around his middle, trying to make sure his lungs didn't work properly. He struggled with it for a good while.

He finally stopped pulling at it and he set his hands down on the floor, sitting back in his corner, focusing on his breathing. After another five minutes, it stopped and loosened. Brooklyn took in some big gulps of air.

After getting some sleep, his senses seemed a little better, but his head still ached. He didn't see Thailog, luckily. Even if he had all been just a dream, the evil clone still haunted his very soul. His actions were clearly seen through his men.

Brooklyn then tried to get the new cuffs off his wrists, but this time, that only resulted in the burning and shocking happening, making him stop messing with them, other than rubbing the tender skin.

The door then opened up, revealing Carlos and the guards again. Brook gulped.

"Messing with all your metal gear is going to get you punished." Carlos said.

"Don't, please don't." Brooklyn pleaded. "I just want to go home."

"Never. You are quite the prize to toy with, Monster!" Carlos laughed evilly.

Brooklyn didn't find this funny at all. Nausea welled in his stomach and he held it.

"Bring him," Carlos ordered, and the two bigger men went over to unchain him from the wall, cuffing his arms behind him again.

Brook grunted painfully as he was taken to his next test.

.....

Watson was wanting to see what the gargoyle's reaction would be to some cold water elements too. The gargoyle seemed like he was warm-blooded like any other mammal.

Then, in came the gargoyle, grunting and pulling against his captors. In this test, Brook could see a big, but small cage that was just barely big enough for him to fit in. They couldn't be serious! He didn't want to go in that.

"Get in there, Freak!" One of the guards ordered him.

Brooklyn grunted painfully, "NO!" He tried everything in his power to resist getting into that cage. Suddenly, he felt pain on his back and he cried out. It was from Carlos. "Get in there!"

Brook growled with his eyes glowing, but he was pulled, then pushed into the cage. His arms were undone from behind him, but then, they were each pulled to the side of him and his cuffs were placed into locking mechanisms, holding them to the bars.

Brooklyn tried to pull to get his arms free, but the locks held sturdily. What kind of test was this? To see how strong his pulling was in the struggle to escape? He still had a bad feeling about this, as he did with all his tests. What were these humans wanting him to do now?