Back home from our summer cabin for a couple days, then going to Utah for a cousin's wedding this Thursday. Can't wait!

Hope you enjoy this one!

Diablo's regular schedule returned the next day, which made the red gargoyle feel better than he did last night, especially after nearly getting taken away.

He was sitting at the breakfast table, eating the pancakes when Anthony spoke. "Should we ever do another test like we did that time ago, you wouldn't cheat again, right? You keep your promise?"

Diablo swallowed, nodding shyly. "Yes, Master. I understand," he said. "I keep my promise."

Anthony smiled. "Very good, Diablo. And be sure you do."

Arthur had kept glaring at Diablo, who was eating as quickly as he could to get back outside, wanting to get away from his look. He downed his juice. "Done, Master. May I go now? Please?"

Anthony nodded. "Very well. But keep watching at how fast you eat."

Diablo smiled, getting up to head outside. Once out of earshot, Arthur and Edward turned to Anthony. They at first got used to the idea of this pest being under their control but wanted to hurt him again like before.

"Boss, how long are you going to treat our gargoyle like this? He's bound to remember his real self sooner or lat—." His air was cut off when Anthony grasped his neck.

"I will go to great lengths to ensure his memory never returns, Moron. That one is mine, and he will remain a blank slate under my power for good!" He hissed in a deadly, threatening voice.

Arthur was scared of the demonic look on his boss's covered face but nodded. "S-sure… whatever pleases you…" he croaked before being released. Anthony looked out the window to see his pet doing his work like he should.

A little smirk came along. Yes, blank little devil. You're mine and mine alone.

But then a man came in, his face worried. Anthony narrowed his eyes. "What?" He demanded roughly.

"Sir, the scheduled storm is coming in faster than we expected. Should Diablo come back inside? He could get hurt."

Anthony considered but shook his head. "No. I wish to witness him in action during a storm like this. Another test to see how strong these gargoyles can be." The man furrowed his brow but didn't argue. "As you wish," he said.

….

Diablo glided around the farm, not seeing any signs of danger. He had to chase away a raccoon digging into the trash but that was it. He had been out here for mostly the whole day, even forgetting about lunch. He was just happy to be in the fresh air again.

But suddenly, rumbles came from the distance, startling the red gargoyle, who saw the sky getting dark. It was only 3:30 but these clouds looked dangerous. His ears fell.

"Perfect, just what I need," he grumbled while the wind began to pick up, pushing hard against his wings. Diablo yelped and struggled to keep balance. He was out near one of the barns far past the main house, hoping his master would call him indoors soon. He didn't want to be struck by lightning.

Diablo flinched when a huge boom echoed now across the sky, clouds covering further and rain fell. Have to get out of the rain… Diablo thought in fear but there wasn't much cover. He had to get into the house. Diablo saw a tree and landed there when the wind and rain began to pick up. He held on tight, hair waving in the wind and shutting his eyes.

Master, help! Diablo cried softly, still trying to find him, shivering from the rain on his skin. He had to reach the house somehow, or risk being blown away. Gulping, Diablo raised his wings, taking off.

The gliding was intense; the wind jerking him around, and nearly getting hit by lightning twice. Diablo wiped his face off to dry his vision. Rain clouded it. He gave desperate cries until a harder wind blast hit him in the face. Diablo was flung through the air, unable to stop his body. He couldn't see where he would land, just a big shadowy something.

"Agh!" Diablo shrieked upon impacting on a roof of some building, which was the barn. His head hit the roof pretty badly, pain erupting in his skull, as Diablo slid along down the roof, falling unconscious. He fell to the ground in a pile of mud.

There had been some men on the inside of the barn dealing with some mechanics they had been working on when they had heard the Ker-Thump on the roof of the barn.

"What in the world was that?" One of them asked.

"I don't know. We need to go look. Probably just debris from the storm." His comrade replied. The two of them left their work stations and went and opened the door to the barn.

The wind was making the rain pour so hard and thick they could barely see anything out there. They had heard the sliding noise too and when they looked over at where the thing had slid off the roof, they both saw a shade of red on the ground.

"Isn't that the gargoyle?" The first one asked.

"I think so."

"He's not moving."

"Come on. We need to get him in here. The boss will be mad if anything happens to his prize gargoyle." The second man ordered.

Together, the two men went out into the raging storm and picked up the drenched red gargoyle and dragged him into the barn. The house was too far at this point to get to. It was better to wait until the storm calmed a bit more before they took him to the house.

Diablo was brought into the barn and laid on some square hay bales. He was completely unconscious. There was a horse blanket on the bales and that was placed over him to keep him warm. The two men knew their boss didn't want his pet gargoyle to not be able to do what he wanted him to.

…

Anthony had been looking outside for signs of Diablo, but there was no sign of him in the air at all. He must be in the barn or some other place taking shelter from the weather, he guessed.

Much later, towards sunset, the rain and wind finally let up enough to where the two men from the barn carried Diablo to the house. Anthony saw that Diablo was out cold.

"What's Diablo doing with you two?" Anthony demanded.

"He crashed into the barn roof, Sir. He fell to the ground already knocked out. We got him into the barn and kept him warm until it calmed down." The second man explained. "Now we brought him in here."

"Alright. You did well then. Take him to Dr. Thomas. He might have hurt himself when he hit the roof." Anthony ordered.

The men nodded and did as they were told. Diablo was carried in the shoulder arm carry to the infirmary. There, he was laid on the exam table and his head was looked at. Thomas felt a big bad bump on Diablo's head.

"He must have hit his head awfully hard to go unconscious like that." The doc said. "I feel a big bump on the back of his head. He might have a concussion."

"So what do you suggest happening?" Anthony asked.

"I must keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get worse if he has a concussion." Thomas proclaimed.

"Fine. But I don't want him getting up and taking any walks while he's in here. Tie him down just in case." Anthony ordered. "When he wakes and asks why, just tell him it's for his own good."

"Alright, Boss." Thomas agreed.

Anthony left the infirmary for now but would be back later to check on his gargoyle's state of health.

Thomas had Diablo placed into a bed where there were rails and his arms and legs were tied down so he couldn't get up. For now, the gargoyle looked so peaceful while he slept.

….

Well in the night, while most of the other humans were asleep, another man was keeping vigil over the unconscious gargoyle. He was sitting in the room just reading a magazine, waiting for signs of Diablo waking up.

Suddenly, there was a groan coming from the bed. He must be waking up!

Diablo's eyes fluttered open; his vision blurry at first. "Oh, my head." He moaned, trying to put a hand to it, but found that he couldn't. He felt something on his wrist and when his vision seemed to focus enough, he saw a leather bond on his wrist.

"What's… going on…?" Diablo asked. He also tried to move his other wrist and it too was bound in a leather bond. His ankles were too.

"You are in the infirmary to keep you out of trouble if you have a concussion, Gargoyle freak!" The man in there exclaimed.

The red gargoyle looked over at the wall where the man's voice was and it instantly made him panic. "Let me go!" He began to squirm.

"I don't think so. Not until the boss says you can go back to your room." The man said.

"I don't want anything from that maniac! I just want to go home!"

The gargoyle had a sense of himself back. He remembered who he was. The blow to his head had brought Brooklyn back.

"You will talk of our boss with respect, Devil!"

"I'll never respect your boss!" Brooklyn snarled. He thrashed about in his bonds but they weren't budging. It was more to do with his weakened state.

"For a while, you were doing our bidding. What happened to that, Diablo?"

"That is NOT my name! It never was my name!" Brook snarled.

"It doesn't matter. My boss will name you what he wants to." The man declared.

When Thomas came into the infirmary because of the racket that Brooklyn had been making in the bed, he asked, "What's going on here?"

"Let me go!" Brook ordered as he squirmed in his bonds.

"Calm down now, Diablo. You're going to be fine." Thomas said.

"I'm not Diablo!" Brooklyn retorted.

"I was afraid of this. A good hit on the head made the memories come back. Get his muzzle back on him." Thomas ordered the other man. He nodded and went to fetch it.

"No! I don't want that awful thing on me again!" Brooklyn shouted fearfully.

"You don't have a choice."

And all too soon, the man brought the muzzle into the room and Brook really tried to get free by struggling harder to get free. He tried biting at the men as they tried to get it on his beak. Thomas eventually had to use a staff to slam down onto Brooklyn's stomach.

"OH!" He cried out in such pain. It stopped him from squirming so much and he had to work hard to breathe. But it was the downfall of the situation where Thomas got a hold of Brook's head and he held him still while the other man put the muzzle on over his beak and strapped it behind his head again. Now he was breathing hard through his nose, helpless once more.

Thomas messaged his boss and Anthony came running. Brooklyn felt himself shaking so much from his fear and disgust from having done this horrid human's bidding while out of his mind. He felt dishonored even further, not worthy anymore to live with other gargoyles. Tears fell but he glared while Anthony stood next to him, a disapproved look in his eyes. He laid a hand on Brook's stomach, making him tense from the hand resting on it, Anthony stroking his hand along his tummy like on a pet animal.

"I am rather disappointed of your memories returning, Diablo, because you will resist me again. Looks like we'll have to return to train and discipline you again. And that always starts with more starving, or I'd now like to call it fasting. We won't tie you to a tree this time, but I have a special place for you."

Brooklyn's skin shivered in fear, hoping that he wouldn't get his clothing taken since now he saw it back on him probably from his amnesia, making him sigh in relief. Anthony could feel pleasure seeing his little slave's frightened and shamed look on his muzzled face. Such mighty creatures, it is to laugh!

"I will allow you to keep your stupid clothing, Pet. Won't bother removing it twice. No need to fear for that, you're not worth the effort," he said with a sick little smile. Brooklyn still glared but was glad he didn't have to bear more shame with not wearing it.

He nodded to Thomas to numb Brooklyn with medicine next so they could carry him out. Thomas injected a needle into Brooklyn's neck, and Brooklyn winced when the numbing medicine flowed in his veins, and he couldn't move after, laying there weakly, the men unstrapping then recuffing him before hauling Brooklyn away. Brook looked at his 'master' in dread at what was coming, Thomas saying the medicine won't last for too long, just for the transport, tying up his wings along the way, too.

When carried outside, Brooklyn could see where they were taking him. It was a metal box big enough for him to fit in, hauled over by other men. A little cry of fear escaped his throat, trying to move but he couldn't.

"Open the box," ordered Anthony roughly. The men did. Brooklyn didn't want to go in but was unable to escape from the medicine. He gave Anthony a pleading look, but Anthony shook his head. "This is what you get, Diablo. I didn't want to but you made me do it. You get six days in that box now."

No! Brooklyn wailed quietly, panting shakily, the box getting closer. He wished to pull away, but his body was currently too weak, the men raising Brooklyn over the entrance, throwing him inside. The red male flinched from hitting the metal walls.

He gazed around the best he could, seeing little holes here and there on the sides. His eyes looked up, though his head couldn't move. Anthony laughed evilly. "Yes, you look much nicer here in this box than tied to a tree. The medicine will wear off soon but I find it doubtful you can get out of this one. Enjoy your enclosure, Diablo!" sneered Anthony, snapping his fingers and ordering the men to close the top of the metal box and lock it up where Brooklyn couldn't push himself out.

Stop no! Please! pleaded Brook in his head, eyes really scared from his situation. The lid finally shut; leaving him in darkness, little light filtering through the air holes, wishing more than ever his family would get him but it looked now highly unlikely. He had to plan a good escape to get away from here, which seemed now he had been held captive for three weeks straight.

Tears fell while Brooklyn stared at the wall in front of him, unable to do anything until the numbing medicine was gone, hoping he can survive being kept in a horrible box and starving all over again. Brooklyn then noted the anklet on his right ankle, feeling confused but figured that man Anthony had something to do with it while he had amnesia. He also still saw that horrid branding mark on his left shoulder, making him frown in sadness.

Eventually, all Brook could do was go to sleep, eyes closing, knowing he needed to rest after this.

….

Meanwhile back with the clan Lex was just sitting in his room, holding one of Brooklyn's bike jackets with tears coming down his face. But then suddenly he felt something spark back again in his heart; like suddenly his strong connection with his red brother had been returned.

"Brooklyn…?" He asked softly, gripping the jacket tight. He hadn't felt Brook's spark for over a week and to feel it come back made him fill with hope that his brother would soon return to Manhattan.

Brooklyn's memories returned! But will he be able to escape? Keep reading to find out!