Red Project

Part 10: Escape and Travel Begins

Another two weeks went by, and Thanksgiving had come and gone. How Brooklyn longed to be at home with his family to celebrate the holiday. He had been given Thanksgiving food by the men, but it just made him feel lonelier.

"Right now, you two are the only family I've got with me. I won't let them take you from me." Brooklyn promised them as he rubbed his belly. "And I won't let them kill you, little one. If that's what they have in mind for you, I'll make sure they don't without a fight."

Brooklyn even remembered from the Weird Sisters once, that every life is precious.

Then another crisis started. Though it was late in the year, there was a hurricane that was spotted, getting close to the Florida state. It was a strong one too, and this was a flood prone area. Vick came down and told him that they would likely need to leave his facility because when there were hurricanes, this facility was known to flood in the basement.

Hearing that gave Brooklyn an idea. Maybe he could escape when it was right. The hurricane was about two days away and the men had gotten packed and ready to go. Brooklyn was the last part that they had to evacuate.

When it was time for the men to get Brooklyn off the shackle, one man questioned, "Are you going to cooperate, or are we going to have sedate you for transport?"

"I'll cooperate." Brooklyn played along.

"Good, but we're still watching you." The other declared.

Brooklyn smiled as the cuff was finally let off his ankle and he was led up from the basement in cuffs on his wrists. When he was finally taken outside for the first time in weeks, he took a big breath of air. But they were almost to the transport truck when Brooklyn took his chance.

He roared his anger and tripped the men around him with his tail. Then he broke the chains in half fiercely on his wrists.

"Don't let him get away!" Vick ordered. The other men started firing darts at the red male.

Brooklyn saw this and dodged their shots. He had to get out of here before they could hit him. He turned on all fours and ran for a nearby car and jumped onto it and took to the air. He didn't care where he was going at the moment and didn't care as long as he got away from these men. He was free at last!

"Damn it!" Vick exclaimed. "But make no mistake, Brooklyn. We will track you down again." Vick vowed.

"Boss, we need to go before the hurricane gets here." One man stated.

"Yes, of course." Vick replied and he and his men moved out. He had a big scowl on his face, feeling angry the gargoyle had escaped.

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Brooklyn flew for a while to just get far enough away from that facility. "I got us away from those evil men, kids." He said proudly, holding his belly. "Now I just need to find a place for us to weather the coming storm. There's no way I can outfly it."

Brooklyn's wings grew tired quickly since he hadn't used them in a while. He soon came to a landing in a clearing. He looked around. He had no idea where he was. "I have to find food and shelter until the storm passes."

He started walking northward. He saw lots of palm trees. The winds were starting to pick up, indicating the storm was getting closer. He also broke off the cuffs on his wrists. He was now officially free.

He walked for a long while and it was towards sunrise that he finally found a house with a barn. There were no animals on the pasture. Windows on the house had been boarded up. The vehicles were gone. This might be a good a place as any to find shelter from the hurricane.