Brooklyn snapped out of his stone sleep, roaring and stretching despite still being tied down in the cuffs. Once again, he tried to get loose from the cuffs on his body. He felt refreshed and healed from last night. There was still a dash of pain in his stomach but the injury was healed.
Lyle went to see his prisoner/patient. The men were drunk from drinking to excess about their soon to be money.
Brooklyn heard the door unlock to his cell and he held still. In walked Lyle, mask on as usual. He gave the human an angry glare.
"How are you doing tonight, Monster?" Lyle sneered at him.
"Let me go!" Brooklyn growled.
"I don't think so. You see, you are going to make me very rich tonight and I'll never have to see you again. And even better, you will never see your monster family again." Lyle said snidely.
Brooklyn didn't like the sound of this. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"I found a perfect new home for you." Lyle took the credit for Skit's deed. "In the Middle East!" He sneered.
Brooklyn knew that was trouble. He had to get out of here. He tried struggling some more. He wasn't going to leave his clan if he could help it.
Lyle then got closer to the bound gargoyle and had a look at his stomach and didn't see the stitches anymore. "Where are the stitches in your belly, Monster?" he demanded.
"None of your business!" Brooklyn snapped at him; eyes glowing.
"So, it appears you're turning to stone heals injuries, huh?" Lyle mockingly asked.
Brooklyn didn't answer.
"Well, that works out good too for the buyer then. You'll be put to good use day after day. Oh, excuse me, night after night." Lyle corrected himself, smirking. "Well, now all we have to do is wait for him to show up in a few hours and in that time, you aren't going anywhere." He said as he turned to leave the room.
Brooklyn continued to squirm, but he wasn't getting anywhere, other than the cuffs digging into his skin. He didn't need more injuries. And he didn't want to be a prisoner for anyone else. He would bide his time for them to release him later tonight for this buyer. They would have to let him up for this person and he would break away then. He smiled to himself. Just a matter of time now.
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The limo pulled up to the building. A driver stepped out first and went to go let out the Dubai prince and his group of men who had come to claim their prize gargoyle. The prince was wanting a fine trophy in his collection of creatures of gladiator fighters. He had dark skin and wore white Arabian robes and a light blue turban. His men wore near likeness robes too. The prince had his own special plane for transporting the gargoyle to his home.
They walked into the building and went to see Lyle. He was the one who would take the credit while all his men were too drunk on alcohol celebrating and passed out.
Lyle was waiting for the buyer. "Hello, Gentleman. What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Where's my gargoyle?" The prince asked. He also introduced himself.
"Why, right this way, my Prince." Lyle bowed in respect. He led them to the cell where the red gargoyle was tied down to the table.
Brooklyn saw the masked man leading in a group of Arabian men. Were these his buyers? He had to remain calm until the right moment. He didn't want to waste his energy.
"So, this is my prize?" The prince said as he approached the bound gargoyle.
"This is him." Lyle replied.
"Kind of scrawny thing. But no matter. He'll be fattened up."
Brooklyn glared at the man. "I'm perfectly fine the way I am!" He snapped.
"Not for what I'm going to be having you do." The prince replied. "Yes. I'll take him! Pay him."
One of the men took out a bunch of cash and handed it to Lyle. "A pleasure doing business with you, my Prince." Lyle gladly took the cash.
"Get him up." The prince ordered.
Two Arab men had more cuffs in their hands and were going to get Brooklyn unbound first. The gargoyle was just waiting for the right moment to strike. Lyle moved to a control box, and he pulled a switch. The cuffs came undone and the moment they came undone, Brooklyn made his move.
He growled as he sat up in a hurry, then punched the humans in the face. It knocked them down and backwards. Brook got to his feet in a hurry. Lyle dropped his cash in alarm, and he went for the tranq gun in the room. Brooklyn quickly dashed after him and he got to him first. Then he slammed his right fist into Lyle's face. "Lock me up will ya?!" It knocked Lyle out cold.
"Get him!" The prince ordered as he stayed behind his men.
Brooklyn then turned to the Arabs. He snarled and they backed up, seeing how scary the gargoyle was with glowing white eyes and bared teeth. His wings were flared and his talons were ready to do damage.
The men then turned and ran. The prince too. They didn't want to get hurt facing this creature if he couldn't be caught.
"Cowards." Brooklyn muttered. But now was his best chance to escape. He didn't know where he was at this moment, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out. But then he remembered the jewel. He had to get it back. He could give it to Elisa, and she could take it to the police.
Brooklyn didn't normally go looking for a jewel, but he wasn't about to let these men get away with this. He ran through the facility looking in every room he could find to find the gem.
He soon found it in the main quarters. The rest of the men were in there passed out. Brooklyn saw the gem in a glass case. He could do this. He made a running dash and closed his eyes, making the glass case crash to the ground. The jewel rolled a little ways.
The crash awoke the Skit, Riley, Winzer, and Pat from their little nap. They could make out a red shape in their vision. It was the gargoyle. He was loose and about to take off with their gem!
"Get the monster!" Riley ordered.
The men, despite their drunken state, tried to go after Brooklyn.
Brooklyn went after the jewel as it rolled away after he got it out of the case. Just as he got to it, he grabbed it. But then, his arms were grabbed too. He grunted, trying to get loose. "You're not going anywhere." Skit threatened.
Brook growled and he put the jewel in his mouth really quick because he couldn't reach his belt. He threw one man away from his right arm first, and he swung around and threw the other man from his left. But then, a board came out of nowhere and hit Brook in the underside of his beak by his left ear.
The swift motion made a critical error as it then pushed the jewel in his mouth to the back of his throat. It then made Brooklyn accidentally swallow the gem.
"Now, give us the jewel, you filthy gargoyle!" Pat demanded forcefully.
Brooklyn was down on the ground, panting hard. He realized he had swallowed the gem. This wasn't good. But then, it was a good thing if he could keep it out of the thieves' hands.
"You'll never- get it back." Brooklyn rasped out, rubbing his jaw.
"Where is it, Monster?" Skit demanded.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Brooklyn snarked. He smiled smugly, then he got up and punched them all out. They were easy to take out in their drunken states. Then he went on to tie up the men, taking their masks off to see who they were finally. It was easier to remember faces than names oftentimes. He also tied up Lyle as well. There had been ropes lying about the cell that he had seen.
Now that the trouble was taken care of, Brooklyn had to get out of here and back to his clan. He knew they would be worried about him. He had been through much in his few nights of staying here with these criminals.
Brooklyn broke through a window and got to the air. He knew that he would have to have surgery to get that jewel out of his stomach. And just when he had just regained his freedom that he would have to have surgery again.
The red male looked at the area in which he was in and recognized it as he was in lower Manhattan. At least he was still in his hometown. He began to head back to the Eyrie Building. He would gladly call in the men to be jailed. The Arabs that didn't get knocked out were gone.
Brooklyn hoped his clan would be there to see him, or if not everyone the hopefully someone. Just seeing any one of them would be great. He had come really close to being taken away from them forever this night. Or it would have been a really long time before he saw them again. If he had been taken to Arabia, he would have tried to make it to London where he could hopefully contact his clan. But luckily, he wouldn't have to.