Brooklyn wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for. His wounds still stung when he moved, especially on his stomach. His wrists stung too from having been burned and shocked yesterday.

He had been lying on the floor on his side. He pushed himself into a sitting position. He wanted so badly to get out of here. Suddenly, he felt some air on his face, coming from the cracked window in his room. It felt good. How Brooklyn longed to get to that window and break out of it. He had to get out of here before something worse happened. Even if he was in another state, he didn't care, he just wanted to get loose.

Brooklyn tried getting his talons under the shackle on his stomach to get it off him. He grunted in pain that he couldn't get his talons under it. It started to tighten on him again, making him grab it some more. "Oh, stop... squeezing... my stomach!" he grunted painfully.

Being squeezed by the shackle felt like having a giant constrictor snake around his middle, trying to make sure his lungs didn't work properly. He struggled with it for a good while.

He finally stopped pulling at it and he set his hands down on the floor, sitting back in his corner, focusing on his breathing. After another five minutes, it stopped and loosened. Brooklyn took in some big gulps of air.

After getting some sleep, his senses seemed a little better, but his head still ached. He didn't see Thailog, luckily. Even if he had all been just a dream, the evil clone still haunted his very soul. His actions were clearly seen through his men.

Brooklyn then tried to get the new cuffs off his wrists, but this time, that only resulted in the burning and shocking happening, making him stop messing with them, other than rubbing the tender skin.

The door then opened up, revealing Carlos and the guards again. Brook gulped.

"Messing with all your metal gear is going to get you punished." Carlos said.

"Don't, please don't." Brooklyn pleaded. "I just want to go home."

"Never. You are quite the prize to toy with, Monster!" Carlos laughed evilly.

Brooklyn didn't find this funny at all. Nausea welled in his stomach and he held it.

"Bring him," Carlos ordered, and the two bigger men went over to unchain him from the wall, cuffing his arms behind him again.

Brook grunted painfully as he was taken to his next test.

…..

Watson was wanting to see what the gargoyle's reaction would be to some cold water elements too. The gargoyle seemed like he was warm-blooded like any other mammal.

Then, in came the gargoyle, grunting and pulling against his captors. In this test, Brook could see a big, but small cage that was just barely big enough for him to fit in. They couldn't be serious! He didn't want to go in that.

"Get in there, Freak!" One of the guards ordered him.

Brooklyn grunted painfully, "NO!" He tried everything in his power to resist getting into that cage. Suddenly, he felt pain on his back and he cried out. It was from Carlos. "Get in there!"

Brook growled with his eyes glowing, but he was pulled, then pushed into the cage. His arms were undone from behind him, but then, they were each pulled to the side of him and his cuffs were placed into locking mechanisms, holding them to the bars.

Brooklyn tried to pull to get his arms free, but the locks held sturdily. What kind of test was this? To see how strong his pulling was in the struggle to escape? He still had a bad feeling about this, as he did with all his tests. What were these humans wanting him to do now?

Watson then entered in, smirking and leering at his prisoner's condition. He couldn't wait to do this next test! He knelt down, taking a cattle prod from one of the guards, poking Brooklyn with it, who snarled, pulling back only to hit the cage wall.

"He looks secure. Do you have the water, Carlos?" The doc asked his henchman, who nodded, signaling the guards in, who brought a few buckets of water. Brooklyn gulped at the sight, scared of what was coming. He kicked at the metal bars, but they were too thick for him to break through. He wouldn't stop trying, though.

"Let me out! Don't do this!" he screamed erratically, his heart hammering hard inside him, feeling rather scared and confined, the cage walls closing in all around. Watson just grinned like a lunatic.

"Oh, but you have no choice. Give it to him!" he said to the guards. Carlos sneered, picking up one. And before Brooklyn could prepare himself; freezing cold liquid splashed onto his body, making him yelp out, collapsing to the floor, shaking all over.

Brooklyn coughed out the water that was so cold, it soaked through him, drenching his hair and loincloth like in his last water test. Why were they doing this kind of test to him? He turned to shout at his enemies only to get a face full of that terribly cold water twice.

He knelt on the floor, shaking all over from being struck like this, crying for the third time he got splashed upon, the men's laughter ringing in his head.

"Uh… stop… please!" he sobbed, after a fourth bucket was splashed onto him, soaking down to his bones. Brooklyn was also shaking terribly from how cold the water was, for he couldn't survive too long in extremely cold temperatures.

"I think you can take more! You must be thirsty!" taunted Watson cruelly, a fifth bucket now being splashed onto Brooklyn, who was curled up in the cage now, crying his heart out from all that awful water hitting him. Yeah, he was, but this wasn't what he wanted! They were just being cruel!

Three more buckets were forced upon the poor gargoyle, who now lay weakly on the floor, staring up at them with sad eyes, wincing from the water torture, and feeling cramped in this terrible cage, the cuffs on his wrists digging into them. Tears came down that mixed in with the water trailing down his face.

"Stop…" he whispered softly in a weak voice, body slowly feeling sluggish, cold. If they kept doing this, he could easily get hypothermia!

Carlos sneered. "No, you're not done yet, Devil!" he taunted ruthlessly.

It was now 20 minutes since they began the test, and Watson could see the gargoyle was slowly losing his battle against the cold. Another few minutes and the test would end.

He even decided to use the shackle, which started squeezing poor Brooklyn again. He cried in pain, getting a mouthful of water, clutching his stomach as much as his cuffed wrists would allow him and coughing hard.

Brook was slowly starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy as yet more water kept coming, body strangely feeling warm and numb. It was worse with the shackle squeezing him, too.

I don't feel good… Brook thought miserably, wanting to wrap his arms around himself, the water splashing still going. His vision began to go fuzzy and dark, collapsing to the floor. He moaned weakly, body shaking violently.

Watson smirked at seeing his prize suffering from the starting of hypothermia because of the cold water, lying limply on the floor and crying. He ordered the men to stop, since they ran out of water. He went over to his victim.

"Do you want more water? I can see you're still thirsty!" taunted Watson, who reached in to touch Brooklyn. Brooklyn stiffened, jerking away from him weakly. The doctor chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not to fear now. You're done with your test. Take him back!" he told the guards. Brooklyn whined, not wanting the guards to touch him, but was somewhat relieved to be let out of that cage. He hoped they wouldn't put him in there again.

They dragged Brooklyn back to his room, chaining him once more, and left without speaking or even checking on their prisoner.

Watson came a few minutes later, making Brooklyn pull in against the corner. This made the doctor use the remote to spike his prize. Brooklyn gasped as they pierced him hard in his flesh.

"W- why did you d- do that?" Brook moaned, his wet hair falling down his face. Watson laughed.

"That was a test of how well you handle cold water in such a manner. I see you are warm blooded now; which makes my toy a bit more interesting to play with!"

Brooklyn trembled, looking away. "I- I'm nobody's t-toy!" he wept. The spikes dug in harder. And he cried more, hand covering his stomach that was bleeding.

Watson glowered at him. "You still shouldn't cross me, Devil. For I can be an even worse nightmare than Master Thailog…" he threatened harshly, striking Brooklyn before leaving him be.

Brooklyn sniffled, pushing his soaked hair out of his eyes, seeing his hand covered in blood from holding his stomach. The spikes had by now stopped torturing him, but the pain from the cold made the injuries feel a lot worse, even under his shackle.

He was so cold. The red gargoyle studied his only loincloth, which looked messed up and ruined. It was only a matter of time before it wore out and he would be naked. He shook from the idea. His skin felt freezing, and Brooklyn rubbed his hands the best he could while cuffed along his upper arms to try warming up while curled in the corner, wishing for a soft warm blanket and sitting by the fire at home. He wrapped his wings around himself to see how much that helped too. For now, it was all he had.

Brooklyn stared out the window, more tears spilling, wondering if his family was still doing everything in their power to save him.