Life Changing Circumstances

Part 4

In the coming days, Brooklyn was fed twice a night. But with the majority of food on his plate, he really didn't want to eat all the food. He found out once that got his wrists burned severely, making him yelp in pain, holding his wrists and trying to rub them but couldn't when they were under the cuffs. The doctor came into the room to see him as a result.

Brooklyn glared at the man standing before him.

"You will eat everything that I give you, Monster, or I can arrange for some other way to punish you." The doctor threatened him.

"I do eat most of it, but you're giving me far more than what I can consume." Brooklyn replied. "I'm so full to the point of bursting." He held his belly.

"Maybe there's an idea behind it. It's to put some weight on your bones." The doctor said. "You're way too skinny. And you will eat the rest of the food from now on, unless you want it forced down your throat instead!"

"No." The red male replied. "But I don't want to get fat."

"I'm not saying fat, just a little more flesh on you."

"I think I'm fine the way I am. It's allowed me to move a lot more easily without so much bulk on me." Brooklyn explained. "When are you going to let me go?"

"Oh, you're going to be here for a long time. Get used to it." The doctor smirked evilly at him. "You're going to give me results from my experiments before I have you destroyed."

"Why does everyone want to kill me?" Brooklyn asked aloud.

"Because your kind are freaks of nature!" Came the reply.

Brooklyn knew that he could have a limited time left if he didn't escape from here soon, or if his clan didn't find him. He wished he could communicate telepathically to them of his whereabouts, but he didn't even know where he was.

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A few nights later, the doctor wanted to do a test on the gargoyle's digestive system. This time, he didn't give Brooklyn his first meal of the night. He would plan it later on.

Brooklyn was a little grateful to not have to be forced to eat some food for once. But as the hours passed, he soon got hungry. It had been well past five hours of not eating. But it wasn't long before some men came into the room. There was no sign of food in their hands. What were they going to do?

"Time for another test, Freak." One of the men exclaimed.

Brooklyn had to try to get away the moment they got his cuffs loose of the chains. The doors were open. He punched one of them and shoved the other out of the way and tried to get out. The men were knocked unconscious. Brooklyn then made a dash to the door and when he opened it, there was a gun that smashed into his head.

He cried out in pain, staggering to maintain his balance. The cuffs on his wrists then began burning him.

"Did you think you were going to get away, Monster? I don't think so." The man holding the gun pointed it at him.

Brooklyn held his wrist and rubbed his face. Some other men came in got his wrists and pulled them behind his back. He was restrained and forced to move out.

He was taken to an exam room where he was forced to get on the table. "No, whatever you want to do, please no!" Brook begged.

"Get on the table or we'll have to force you!"

Brooklyn still struggled but the men got him on the table, forcing him down onto his back. He struggled while laying down too. He was trembling nervously but tried not to show it.

Then the doctor came into the room. "Sedate him." He ordered.

"No!" Brooklyn argued, moving about.

One of the men came up and injected a sedative to him in his right bicep. It didn't take long to take effect. His vision got blurry on him. But then, his beak was grabbed, and a big wide tube was attached to it. His beak was strapped down so he couldn't move his mouth.