Runaways: The Journey Home

Chapter 17

His eyes opened up, seeing those dark metal walls before him again. Brooklyn gave a soft moan when feeling that the medicine was finally gone. The red male stretched his legs as much as the walls would allow. He tried to sit up more but ended up hitting his head on the roof of the box, making him gasp muffledly in pain.

Brooklyn rubbed his head with his cuffed hands, shaking from this new prison they threw him in like he was nothing but trash. His 'master' said that he was to be kept here for six days, which made his claustrophobia begin to rise, looking at the ceiling of the box, trembling more again, pulling his legs up close to his chest.

I'm very glad my clan can't see me being used like a diseased animal, Brook thought sorrowfully to himself, grabbing the muzzle but then getting badly shocked, making him let go. He could hear birds from outside, wishing to be tied to a tree more than this. Sure, there were air holes but he hardly felt them, already feeling the heat of the day beginning to take him again like before.

Brooklyn adjusted his body further but it was still hard to get comfortable, the metal walls hurting his back, wishing his wings would be untied, too, which were cramping up on him in these ropes. He was still amazed that he had survived this long without being in stone sleep, imagining it curing his aches and pains, causing the young beaked male to sigh in unhappiness, wishing for this nightmare to end. It was almost like staying in a coffin but not lying down.

The muzzle was also awful, making his mouth cramp as bad as his wings. Brook sometimes shook his head to shake it off, but it wouldn't give. Suddenly, he heard voices; ears pricking up.

"How long do ya think this monster could live in here? I highly doubt he'd survive..."

This made Brooklyn gulp in fear, shaking as the footsteps and voices came nearer. It was Anthony's men.

"Don't know, don't care. But I love that muzzle being put on him again. It was worth the wait. That beast was so pathetic and a wimp when having his memory taken!" sneered another voice, making Brooklyn kick at the wall, crying out though he couldn't speak. But those walls were gargoyle-proof. The men chortled evilly from hearing the banging being sounded from inside, knowing that the freak was distressed and insulted as he should.

Brooklyn's eyes lit up, banging constantly on the walls of his prison, wanting these horrid men to go away and yet, wished to be let out. He felt the walls closing in, shrinking into the floor away from them, curling up his tail and sniffling. This was a terrible moment for him and he hoped he could survive. He stopped banging, foot feeling sore from his banging and just laid there, trying to focus on breathing though it was suffocating in there.

His anklet also bothered him. Brooklyn tugged and tugged, trying to get it off but it was no use.

What was that creep human doing to me while I couldn't remember who I was? Did I actually like calling him... M-Master? Urgh! Brooklyn thought to himself in disgust, shuddering at the idea of himself bowing to that guy, upset to allow himself to let these men stress and hurt him in such a horrible way. He was supposed to be strong and confident, not like this! It made Brooklyn's heart feel heavy, ears falling down in shame at himself.

....

It was as if time slowed down now. Brooklyn wiped his brow which felt sweaty and hot in that box. Any more days longer in here and the heat could finish him off. He hated the nights when they came around; it was pitch dark during those times here in the metal prison, extending his feelings of being claustrophobic for dark enclosed areas now.

That night he had a small panic attack, unable to handle the instant darkness, shaking madly, curling up covering his head. It had been hard to sleep that night.