After the sun set the next night, Brooklyn roared as his stone skin came off, but he found he couldn't move his limbs or his body very much. His eyes flared white in anger. He struggled in his metal bonds. He was laying on a big table that did allow his wings to spread out at the least.

His arms were strapped down at his sides; his legs tied down, and so was his tail. Brooklyn tried to struggle. He looked down at his stomach for a moment and saw that it was still swollen.

It took some moments before he calmed down and tried to steady his breathing. "Where am I?" he asked in curiosity and fear. He feared the very worst of what the person in charge wanted from him. The swelling made it obvious.

Then, he heard a door unlock from above, and he saw a man make his way down some stairs.

"Hello there, Red. I suppose you're wanting to know why you are here?" the man asked.

"What do you want with me?!" Brooklyn exclaimed angrily.

"What I want most from you is to have you as my trophy, but I also want what you carry inside of you." Vincent pointed to his belly.

Brooklyn's eyes widened. "NO! I won't let you do this! Let me go!" he demanded. He began to struggle.

"You won't get loose. Not unless you're released from those shackles."

Brooklyn stopped for the moment. "What are you planning to do to me?" he asked. His heart was pounding in his ears it felt like. His breathing was heavy. Fear was setting in, but he was trying not to show it.

"You might want to calm down, Red. It's not good for you to be stressed in your condition." Vincent stated.

"Stressed? You kidnapped me! What makes you think I wouldn't be stressed?! Let me go!" Brooklyn demanded angrily, pulling at his bonds.

"Now we wouldn't want harm to come to the little baby inside you, would we?" Vincent warned him.

Brooklyn's eyes lit up. "NO! I won't let you harm my baby! If anything happens to it, I swear I'll kill you!" he threatened the man.

"You're in no condition to be threatening me. You and your baby are my property now. But I do promise this, I swear no harm to befall it. When it's born, it will be my prize." Vincent exclaimed.

"I'm not anyone's property, nor is my baby! My baby belongs to me, and me only!" Brooklyn gave him a glare.

"You don't get it, do you? It was I, and my team that got you pregnant in the first place!"

Brooklyn's expression softened. "What? Why?"

"Being members of the P.I.T. crew, and after how we saw that there was such a small number of you, and since you were the only one of your kind among your clan, I thought of giving you something of your own to continue your bloodline. You can call me Vincent." the man explained. "I know my actions are making you mad, but I had to bring you here, for your own good. What's your name, Red?"

"Brooklyn. If you mean me no harm, then let me go." Brooklyn ordered.

"Not before I can get a look at the fetus." Vincent declared.

A machine was rolled into the room. Brooklyn began to struggle again. He didn't want this kidnapper to see his baby. "This won't hurt, Brooklyn. Now just hold still." Vincent declared.

With being tied down as good as he was in the bonds, there was nothing he could do to protect his vulnerable stomach at the moment.

"Hold still now." Vincent ordered.

"This is only a privilege for me and my clan to see the baby. You don't deserve to see it." Brooklyn made it clear in his words.

"I'm afraid I'll do whatever I want. If you don't cooperate, I'll be forced to take drastic actions."

Brooklyn still wouldn't hold still, and he got out a needle and syringe. The needle was plunged into an arm, and the drug was injected. Brooklyn winced in pain. "I'm sorry, Brooklyn. It was just a muscle relaxer. It won't harm the baby any."

"How do know that?!"

"I'm a doctor. I know. Now, to see that innocent baby of yours." Vincent said.

Brooklyn didn't like this guy one bit. Not only because of him kidnapping him, but because of the way he sounded when he said things. He sure didn't sound like a P.I.T. crew member. They were friends, and this guy didn't seem like a member at all.

The medicine soon had Brooklyn's body almost paralyzed-like. There was nothing he could do as the cold gel was applied, and he winced, baring his teeth. He could still feel around him.

The wand came down onto the gel on his swollen belly, and Brooklyn could only gaze up sadly at the ceiling. Tears came to his eyes. He could feel the wand being rolled back and forth on his stomach.

The man was seeing the details of the baby gargoyle perfectly. He smiled happily. Seeing it was making him feel like a proud daddy. Of course, he could still get that honor if he killed Brooklyn while delivering the baby. But he hadn't wanted to kill the gargoyles at all. He would keep the red adult one alive, for now. Only if he was too dangerous would he consort to killing him.

Vincent proceeded to go all over Brooklyn's stomach to examine everything he was seeing in there on the baby. He even got a look at possibly what the sex was. He smiled even wider. He saw the baby even had wings and a tail too. Horns were also sprouting on the head. The baby was developing very well indeed.

"When I first had you taken, don't worry, Brooklyn. I made sure the medicines used on you were not going to harm your baby."

"You don't know that!" Brooklyn snapped.

"The baby sure is looking like a gargoyle all the time. You'll be here until it's time for you to give birth, Brooklyn. This is your new home. Better get used to it." Vincent declared. "You'll be allowed to do things as long as you don't do anything to betray us."

"Such as?"

"Finding ways to exercise your body and keep you in shape. I know you don't want to be lazy. But given your state of condition, you're still going to gain weight, and we have to make sure you gain the proper weight. You'll have a strict diet and weight management program." Vincent explained.

Brooklyn didn't want anyone monitoring him like a lab rat. But then, what did he know about what he needed to do while he was pregnant? All his answers had come from Fox and the book he had been reading, now he was being denied that opportunity.

After the sonogram, Vincent had some men move him to a cell, where he would be allowed up, but wouldn't get out of the cell for awhile.

Brooklyn wanted his baby more than anything. He wasn't going to let anyone take his child from him. He was just glad that while being tied down, that he hadn't been cut open like what Sevarius would have gladly done.

When the muscle relaxer wore off, he got up off the floor and tried to find a way out. The door was locked securely, and it was very thick, making it impossible for Brooklyn to dig his talons in. He couldn't dig his talons into the wall either. It was gargoyle-proof.

There was a bed in the very back of the room for him lay on, along with a toilet and sink. Gargoyles didn't need a toilet, at least not to eliminate old foods, as all that got eliminated when their stone skins came off at sunset.

After some time examining the room, Brooklyn sadly went to the back of the room and sat down on the bed. He hoped his clan would find him. Or even Elisa and Matt. The bed felt comfortable enough for him, but he still didn't want to be here. He pulled his legs close to his body, Indian-style, and wrapped his arms together, over his middle. He was shielding his belly from the kidnappers. He kept his wings closer to his body too, but not caped.

Brooklyn felt so alone right now. Deciding to continue this pregnancy hadn't been without its risks, but he wouldn't have stopped it for the world. So many people seemed to be wanting his baby, and for what?! But he had also found out that this guy had been the one to get him pregnant. But why?

Vincent had said to give him something of his own, and to have another one like himself, but Brooklyn still got the feeling it was for something else. He really didn't want to find out if there were going to be experiments performed on him or his baby.

Soon, when he got bored, he decided to lay down and relax, since it was all he could do. There was nothing to do in this room. He closed his eyes and didn't realize that he nodded off.

Later, Brooklyn was awakened when his door was loudly being unlocked. He sat up on his elbows real fast, having been startled awake.

Two human males came in, one with a gun, the other had a tray of food and glass of water. The other was just a guard for just in case. The gargoyle watched them warily.

"Here's some food for you and the little one." the one holding the tray said. "Just put it back up here when you're finished. I'll get it later." He set the tray down onto the floor.

Brooklyn hadn't eaten anything all night, but he was wary about the food. He saw that there was some noodles and some meat and mashed potatoes. And some toast, plus a glass of water.

"I assure you, Gargoyle, none of the food is drugged. It's all normal, healthy food. I am a P.I.T. member too." The server said.

Brooklyn heard sentiment in his voice, more than he had heard in Vincent's voice. A small part of him felt he could trust this man better.

The server and his bodyguard left the room and locked it back up again.

Brooklyn sighed. He could smell the food from the bed. He didn't want to deprive the baby of any nutrition. And at the same time, the scent from the food made his stomach voice its demand to be fed too.

It made the pregnant gargoyle blush, and he rubbed his belly. The baby was also voicing itself too when it fluttered inside him as well. If it was just him here alone, he might have declined the food in worry that it would be drugged, despite what the man had said. But with having an additional life to care for inside him, Brooklyn got up off the bed carefully. The weight of the baby was making him have to do things differently in how he raised himself up.

He lowered himself down to all fours, keeping his legs bent away from his belly. He picked the tray up and stood up. He took the tray to the bed and smelled the food, checking for sure if it smelled alright. It smelled just fine, in fact, it smelled freshly cooked.

There was a fork for him to use for the noodles. Another growl from his stomach decided for him. He picked up the fork and began to mix the beef and noodles and potatoes together. He knew how good they were mixed together.

He got them mixed and took a first bite. The food was incredible! He took more bites and waited, but nothing would happen. He ate the whole round of beef and noodles, and added the two pieces of toast. Then he washed it all down with the glass of water.

Brooklyn took the tray over to the door again. It had slipped his mind that he needed his prenatal vitamins too.

He could feel he had a full belly at the moment, somewhat anyway. He did kind of want more though. These days, he had such an appetite, it rivaled Broadway's. The baby seemed to steal most of the food he ate for itself, leaving little for its father.

After having eaten, what Brooklyn wouldn't give for something to do. He really wanted to read more about what he should be doing, but who knows what this crazy guy was going to let him do. Would he ever even let him out of this room?

Later on, the server man came back into the room to retrieve the tray. Then he said, "Oh here. I forgot to give you these. These are prenatal vitamins the boss insists that you take."

"I've been taking them before now." Brooklyn replied.

"Good. The little one needs them." The server replied, and took the tray out. He left the pills in a little cup. They were chewable ones.

Brooklyn knew that as his pregnancy progressed, there would come a time when he wouldn't be able to get down on the floor anymore. Getting up would become a lot harder. His food and pills would need to be given to him from a higher place, such as a table.

He spent the rest of the night in boredom.

…

All of the rest of Brooklyn's clan, Elisa and Matt, and now even the mutates, had joined the hunt for Brooklyn. But there was just no sign of him here in the city. Bronx was even used to see if he could get a scent on him, and nothing. Even Xanatos was doing his best to try to locate him.

Everyone was so worried about what could be happening to him right now. Especially because of his condition. The clan returned to the castle at dawn to get some rest. They would stop it nothing to find anything that would give them a clue as to where the red one was.