Brooklyn moaned as he came out of the drug. His head felt dizzy, but when he came to enough, if there was one other thing he felt, it was his stomach. It felt to be in incredible pain! "Agh! Oh! Nggggh!" He cried out in pain, wincing. Tears came to his eyes it hurt so bad.

Oh, what did I do to deserve this?! Brooklyn screamed in his mind. Oh, it hurts! He winced in pain as he felt the surging nausea and throbbing of his wounds.

At one point, he had to see what had been done to him. He reluctantly opened his eyes, filled with tears and he raised his head to see. He saw an ugly sight. There was a line filled with stitches all across his stomach.

Brooklyn's eyes were filled with sadness and pain. What had those lunatics done to him?! What more would they do to him? He was in too much pain now to even struggle. He did know that he wanted to put his hands over his belly to protect it, but he couldn't. He could only lie there, trying to breathe deep to try to soothe the nausea welling inside him. He felt like he had been gutted.

Oh, please find me, Goliath! Man, my stomach… hurts! Brooklyn winced.

He didn't know how far off sunrise was, but making it till then was his only hope. He wanted pain medicine so bad. Those evil humans could have done anything to his insides while he had been out cold. At least if his clan found him, he would be taken home to the castle and given the much-needed pain medication. Had they poisoned him as well?

Brooklyn's body temperature felt like it had shot up. No doubt he was running a fever now. He could feel it in his head. He didn't feel good at all. He was in so much pain he wouldn't even be able to glide.

On the cameras, the men were smiling gleefully, glad that their prisoner was showing signs of pain and discomfort. To them, he deserved it. And this was only the beginning.

"What are we going to do with him now, Boss?" Riley asked.

"Let him suffer through this night. Afterwards, he'll suffer no matter what for a long time." Lyle decreed, crossing his arms proudly.

"Are we going to release him?" Pat asked.

"Yes. We'll see how tomorrow night goes. That piece that you put into his stomach will give a good dose of poison to him anytime he eats something." Lyle explained. The men smirked.

…..

In the room, Brooklyn cringed every time his stomach throbbed. Jolts of powerful nausea surged in his belly. He had a powerful bellyache. It hurt to breathe but he had to. He knew he would be fine tomorrow night, but he had to make it to sunrise first.

Please find me, guys! Brooklyn pleaded in his head. He winced at another jolt of pain. He still tried to free his hands limply. He moaned and groaned, whining a lot from the pain he felt. Just the feeling in his stomach was making him feel like he wanted to throw up too, but he had nothing in his belly.

For the rest of the night, Brooklyn had to sadly feel his aching belly and he couldn't get loose. But when he felt his internal clock telling him that sunrise was close, he began to feel some relief. Not long now. He told himself.

Outside, the sun was rising. In the building, Brooklyn could feel his stone sleep taking over his body and he got himself comfortable. He just hoped that he wouldn't be smashed in his sleep.

On the cameras, the men saw their prisoner turn to stone. Now they could only wait and see what happened tomorrow night.

Elsewhere in the city, the clan were all in different places, having split up to try to find Brooklyn and no luck. They were all asleep now too.

…

During the day, Lyle put the jewel in a glass case that he was going to treasure for a long time. "This is the biggest prize that will make us rich, Gentlemen." He proclaimed.

The others all smiled greedily. They couldn't wait to get rich once they sold the jewel to the right buyer. They began calling rich people that they knew and got some offers. But there was one offer for the jewel at over $600 million.

On one of the phone calls, Skit was on the phone with one of his investors and he told the buyer about a gargoyle they had too. Now this intrigued this buyer. He would give him over $800,000 for the gargoyle. He had been wanting a gargoyle specimen for quite some time. Skit couldn't pass it up. He would much rather the gargoyle be sent to a buyer as an experiment or have him be killed.

The buyer would be there tonight at one to make the deal. He wanted to see his prize before he bought him. He wanted a gargoyle for gladiator fighting and experimentation purposes. He was from the Middle East, a desert dwelling person. Him and his gang of smugglers.

Skit was proud of his new investment. He rubbed his hands together in glee that he would be rich soon from selling the gargoyle. He soon went to Lyle and told him what he had done.

"Why bother letting the monster go, Lyle? We could sell him and make a bundle. I just made a deal with a buyer. He wants to see him, and he's offered over $800,000 for him." Skit explained.

"Hm. Sounds intriguing, Skit. We could double our pleasure after all. And I just got an offer of $900 million for the jewel!" Lyle exclaimed excitedly.

"We are so rich!" Skit shouted happily. The others heard and were dancing around the room proudly of what they were going to get with the selling of the jewel and the gargoyle.

…

In the evening, the clan awoke and continued on their ways to look for Brooklyn. They weren't giving up.