Brooklyn Kidnapped: Revenge

Chapter 14

The young Second couldn't tell how long these terrible humans had held him for; lying down in his corner, allowing small tears to fall down his cheeks as the faces of his loved ones penetrated his sight. He wanted them more than ever, but at this point, he didn't think he could let anybody touch or hurt him again. Brook would allow Hudson to hug him. Just him, and nobody else.

He held his stomach in serious agony, holding a timid hand over the parts the best he could, feeling like a battered and bruised thing. Not alive and not a person, but an object using all of his dignity to keep himself afloat.

He sniffled as the door opened, the guards approaching Brooklyn with terrible gleams on their faces. The gargoyle cringed, recoiling away.

"Stop...!" He whispered croakily, the tears falling faster. They still had no mercy, taking his arms not so gently and pulling Brooklyn up harshly to his feet. He sobbed from his bruised ankle, unable to stand properly and let his feet drag.

Brooklyn's head felt terrible, overloaded with his fever made the red gargoyle unable to stay focused. As they dragged him, Brooklyn felt a small prick in his arm, painful tingles arising inside, and he trembled in their arms.

"W-what did you do?" He asked shakily, but they didn't answer him, their victim shaking his head and trying to clear it until he felt himself getting shoved inside.

Brooklyn winced as he tried to stand, leaning against the wall as Watson's laugh echoed in the room.

"Hello, my Prize. I had wanted to do this test with you for a long time. For I heard how you've been held by the Illuminati. So you will enjoy this little test I will bestow upon you!"

Brook growled as well as wincing from his shackle squeezing him, not wanting to be in this room right now, still leaning against the wall.

"Grr! Y- you can't keep doing this to me! Just let me go already!" He gasped shakily, a cuffed hand over his stomach. The cuffs shocked him then.

"Still not gonna happen. And you will keep paying the price for almost killing me that night!" Watson threatened. This sent terror into the Second, who prayed that there wouldn't be anymore water tests.

He gasped in pain that wasn't from the cuffs or the shackle; the walls having heated up all of a sudden, glowing a terribly bright red. Brooklyn raised up his arm to shield himself, but the heat only got worse, starting to receive flashbacks of one of Thailog's interrogations of being in a heating room.

"Oh...!" he croaked, sweat coming down his body, legs already feeling weak and stomach nauseous and nerves tingling all over, putting a hand on his forehead. He could feel his surroundings spin even more, slowly feeling terribly faint. All that replied was just cruel laughter.

"The heat is just the first part of this!" mocked Watson, when the heat suddenly halted. Brook gave a little sigh when the temperature cooled off, but his relief didn't last long; feeling the temperature suddenly cool off even further, ice crackling in the walls and snow falling, teeth beginning to chatter.

Ugh! Not again! Brook thought in fright, another memory hitting him from being in a room just like this. He shut his eyes, shaking, struggling to keep himself warm, and falling to the floor.

"T-this isn't funny! S-stop! P-please!" He sobbed openly, body getting weaker by the second. Last time this happened, he had his wings and was able to turn to stone, but now was even worse; especially when his shackle then squeezed and spiked him, having Brooklyn slump to the ground, tears falling.

"Why? This is such fun for me and my men, watching you suffer at the hands of our little experiments!"

Brooklyn curled up in pain as the heat returned, sending painful waves in his forehead and body. It didn't feel so pleasant, especially right after the cold.