Gantu woke the next night to hear Stone cracking. He turned, eyes rounding, as his gargoyle cell mate breaking through his skin, roaring.
Okay, that was pretty cool! Gantu thought to himself, sitting up as Brooklyn stretched out.
"Hey, G!" Brooklyn grinned, sitting down.
Gantu nodded, though his eyes looked downcast, remembering Kauai. Even when he imagined returning to his home planet, he had come to grasp Kauai as a second home.
"You know, another, well, acquaintance of mine calls me G sometimes. He's called 625." Gantu said.
Brooklyn raised his brow. "No name? Just a number?" He questioned curiously. Gantu shrugged. "Guess I never had the time to give him one, or needed to. Mostly hunted experiments for this strange evil gerbil rodent for a living. Happy life, eh?" He grumbled, resting his hands on his arms and knees, sighing heavily.
"Oh, well, uh, that doesn't quite sound like fun," Brooklyn said, mimicking Gantu's sitting position.
"What about you?" Gantu asked. "I mean, what's your Clan like?"
Brooklyn was about to speak, when the door opened, revealing a white clad man with silver blond hair and a crazy look in his eyes. Brooklyn and Gantu both looked up sharply, glaring.
"So you're the one who kidnapped us from our homes!" Gantu shouted in an accusing voice. The scientist smirked.
"Just call me Dr. Francis, alien and mythic creature."
"Why have you stolen us?" Brooklyn demanded.
"I am conducting a new experiment, from which I need samples from A sci fi creature and a magical creature, that's you two, to create an all new species from both sides, to get me tons of money!" Francis laughed insanely. Gantu growled, forgetting the bars were electric, zapping his hands when trying to break out, yelping in pain.
"You won't get samples from us!" He grunted, rubbing his fists.
"Oh, but I will, you are my lab prisoners, and you'll never escape! First, I need something from you, big one."
Gantu backed into the wall. "No, stay away! I am a former Captain of the Gala-ow!" He winced, something pricking his side, a dart.
Brooklyn gasped. "Gantu!" He shouted, seeing his friend getting hit. He growled at Francis, who held the gun.
"You're next, but I don't need your blood yet, just a piece of your stone skin to start. Ah!" He took one lying on the floor.
Guards took the unconscious Gantu out. "Take him to the lab!" He ordered them, and they dragged him away.
Brooklyn felt his heart aching watching his new friend getting taken away. Sure, he was grumpy, hunted innocent experiment creatures, etc., but he was a living creature who didn't need this treatment. Small tears began to come, hoping Gantu will be okay.
Gantu groaned, head dizzy, as he opened his eyes. He tried rubbing his head, but his hand felt strapped down.
"His life signs are quite impressive for somebody this huge, he's practically a giant!"
What's happening to me? Why did they strap me? He thought, beginning to panic, until a gas mask was put over his mouth. Gantu gave muffled cries, feeling the gas taking effect, then sinking back into oblivion.
Francis held the needle in his hands, sticking it into the arm of the alien, extracting the blood, and smiling evilly at it. A successful extraction.
They eventually took Gantu back, throwing him into his cell, where Brooklyn paced, then his eyes widened when he saw his friend, who looked pretty bad.
"Gantu, wake up, you have to wake up!" Brooklyn begged, after the guards left. The shorcan moaned, opening his eyes, flinching from a sore feeling in his arm.
"B-Brooklyn...what happened?" He asked groggily. Brooklyn winced, that hole in his arm didn't look pretty.
"I'm guessing that those scientists took some blood from you," he said in a pitied voice. Gantu clenched his arm, panting a little.
"Sorry that happened to you," he apologized, while Gantu laid his head back.
"Just forget it," he muttered, not wanting to talk about it. Then Brooklyn had an idea.
"Uh, you asked about my family earlier, maybe I can tell you my story now, until you're better?" He suggested.
This sounded okay to Gantu, as he nodded, propping himself up and listening, for it was a pretty long story, but an interesting one, happy that somebody like him after each humiliation had a new friend to talk to with an interesting family.