A couple more weeks went by and Brooklyn had finally seen enough of the building, and he knew where he was going to make his escape from. He had found a weak spot in the roof of the dome he had been allowed in. It was in the ceiling, high up. Brooklyn just hoped he didn't have a tracking device on him. As he was preparing for his escape, he felt all over his body to make sure he didn't have one on him. He felt no odd placements under his skin, so maybe he didn't have any?
Brooklyn was tired of all the things Vincent was ordering from him from the exercises and such. He was forced to do them, whether he wanted to or not. He didn't like the man or his team looking at his baby. Vincent had even had an amnio test done on him too, to want to check for any abnormalities that might have been absent before. Brooklyn hadn't liked that and had had to be restrained.
He knew he had been here in Ohio for over six weeks, but he had had to bide his time carefully, to find a way out. He had found one, and was going to take it the next time he was in the dome.
He could feel the weight inside his stomach was increasing more and more with every week, and the swelling was very noticeable. He had to also get away before he got too heavy to glide. Brooklyn didn't know if he would be able to glide accurately if he had too much weight in his stomach. He knew Broadway glided that way, but he was just obese, not pregnant. In his case, it was just temporary.
One day, on his way to do his exercise in the pool, Brooklyn asked, "How far into Ohio am I?"
"Dayton." the guard replied.
"But how far in is it?"
"It's more toward the most west section. Now I will tell you no more." the man stated.
Brooklyn knew at this point that he was going to be in for a long flight. It wasn't too far like California or Florida was, at least. It might just take a couple nights worth of gliding to get home. Maybe three depending on his energy level.
The next night was when he was taken to the dome to exercise his wings again. Brooklyn had no cuffs or anything on him. The dome was pretty high up. He was happy to get the air under his wings and he went around in circles a few times to make sure he wasn't being watched securely.
Two guards stood watch from below. They had stun guns on them if needed. Sometimes they got to talking with each other and it distracted them.
Brooklyn noticed they weren't really watching him tonight after they thought he was going to be gliding for awhile. He smirked and went to the weak spot in the ceiling. He began pulling at it with all he had in him. He grunted at the weight it was. Pieces of the concrete began to fall to the floor as rocks.
The piece finally came loose and Brooklyn let it drop to the ground. When the rock hit the floor, it got the guards' attention. They looked up and the gargoyle was trying to get out!
"Hey! Get back in here!" one ordered.
Brooklyn wasn't listening.
"We will fire if you don't get down here now!" the other warned.
His wings were at his sides as he hurried to get out of the tiny hole in the ceiling of the dome. It had been just small enough to get his body and his especially his belly, through. He had had to pull himself hard to get out. But now, he was free!
An alarm began going off in the building. Brooklyn heard it and he knew he had to get out of here before he was recaptured.
Brooklyn stood up and spread his wings before jumping off the roof. He didn't care where he was going right now. He would figure out where he was later. He just wasn't staying in this hell hole any longer. He was lucky he had found that weak spot in the ceiling.
It felt good to be free. To be out in the open air again for real. No restrictions. No cuffs. He was ready to go home.
He flew a few miles before the weight of the baby began to get to him. He clutched his belly and he began to descend. He landed in a wooded area. He puffed a breath. "Whew! You are starting to get heavy inside me, kiddo."
The baby seemed to respond to his voice with a soft kick. Brooklyn couldn't help but smile. He loved his baby.
"When we get back home, I'm going to get a name book and sit down and decide your name, Little One." he proclaimed. "But first, I have to decide which way is east from here." He began to carefully examine his surroundings.
"It'll be sunrise soon. But I want to cover as much ground as I can before it's time for us to sleep for the day." Brooklyn looked up into the sky and he actually saw the stars. It was rare to see them anymore. He knew to look for the north star.
He saw the north star, and doing some pin pointing, he figured out which way was east. He climbed a tree and jumped off to start his journey home some more. He wanted to get as far away from Dayton as possible. He knew he would have a lot of explaining to do when he got back, but what happened wasn't his fault. Brooklyn hoped Goliath and his clan wouldn't be mad at him for being gone for so long.
Brooklyn flew for as long as he could. He did look at the landscape beneath him far below. It was beautiful. He could see that sunrise was getting close fast. He knew he had to find a place to rest for the day. He just passed over a small town. He flew as fast as he could to get to over the town and out into the country, where he thought to be safe for the day.
He soon selected his spot and landed. He made sure no humans were around, and there was nothing but trees. He glanced up at the sky and the sun began to rise. He sighed and quickly took a pose before he could feel his body turning to stone. He was sure his child would turn to stone too. It was still alive after all.
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Vincent was more than ticked when he found out that Brooklyn had gotten away from his facility. He could be anywhere by now. But he did know if there was a way to find him that he would be heading on his way back to New York.
A journey done by walking would take longer, but since Brooklyn had the ability to glide, he would be able to make it back there in half the time. Now that the sun was up, he would be stone somewhere.
Vincent was hoping to get him back. They had all day to search for the gargoyle. If they found and got him back, Vincent would make sure that Brooklyn lost his ability to glide, or he wouldn't let him into the dome anymore for a long time to exercise his wings. At least not until the dome was repaired to where he couldn't get out, and a tracker was placed somewhere in his body. He wasn't getting away again!
His men went out and searched all day, but couldn't find a trace of the gargoyle anywhere. Brooklyn had obviously hidden himself well for the day. They would keep trying to find him. But Vincent did send a squadron of his soldiers to New York, to be on the lookout for him.
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Brooklyn came to life with a roar. He stretched his body and then relaxed. He was rewarded with a well-felt kick in the stomach from his baby, indicating to him that it was now awake too.
He looked down and put a hand on his belly. Sometimes it was easy to forget that he carried a child. A male gargoyle shouldn't even be pregnant, but here he was, pregnant. It was a miracle in itself, but at the same time, it seemed like a curse.
Sure, Brooklyn loved his child, but as long as he was carrying it, the baby had made him a target a lot more. He couldn't wait until the pregnancy was over. But first, he needed to get home.
He looked up into the sky to figure out which way was east again. He was so grateful he had hidden himself well for during the day. He remembered his escape from Vincent's lab and wasn't going to go back. He would never allow his child to be raised in a lab.
The baby began to kick him some more, and his stomach gave off a growl. Brooklyn felt hungry. "I'm sorry, kiddo, but there's no food around us right now. I promise the minute we get back, I'll get us something to eat." He rubbed his swollen belly to try to soothe his baby. It gave a couple of softer kicks and stopped.
Brooklyn spied a nearby tree. He went over to climb it. At the top, he felt for air currents and there was a good breeze going from the northwest. Of course, he needed to be going east. He spread his wings and got in the air.
He went high up into the air. He didn't know where he was, but he would find his way to get back to New York. He was sure he would make it in a few nights, while making sure to keep on the lookout for any suspicious air crafts. Brooklyn knew his wings could get tired, but being pregnant took a lot more energy out of him than usual. There were times when he would go down to take some breaks.
A few times along the way, he landed to catch his breath alongside streams to get some drinks of water. But the stirrings of the baby were beginning to get hard to ignore. His stomach growling wasn't helping either. Brooklyn was sure his baby was saying to him that it was hungry too. When he passed another town, he would try to find something to eat in it while he was there, but for now, he had to move on.
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He soon did find another town. It was late at night, like 2 am. Most humans would be asleep at home. Brooklyn tried looking for a gas station or grocery store. He knew he had to meet the nutritional needs of the baby. If it was just him, he would wait to get home first.
Brooklyn hated to steal, but it wasn't like he had any money on him. He had to feed himself for the sake of the baby. Feeding the baby now was a cinch, since it just ate what he ate. But that was why he had to watch what he ate too. Most of the foods he ate were healthy. Brooklyn knew he couldn't eat seafood or caffeinated drinks. He just hadn't wanted to take the chance of something happening. Almost anything else was okay.
He soon found the nearest gas station and landed on the roof of the building. It was closed for the night. He went to the back of the building, looking for cameras. There weren't any that he could see. He carefully dealt with the back door and went inside. He had his wings caped around him.
He went through the store as quickly as he could. He grabbed some peanut butter crackers, some bread, chips and water. He left the same way as he had left. There had been a camera in there filming, but it couldn't see him that well. But the intruder would be long gone by morning.
Brooklyn ran from the gas station and to go find a spot he could eat at. Traffic was quiet here at this hour. He soon found a bare place close to an old, empty house. He wasn't going to go in there, but he just needed to eat his food. The baby was practically trying to claw its way out of him by now to get to the food.
He tore open the chips first and began to scarf the chips down, just to get something into him to try to calm his child. Then, he opened the bread loaf. He wished he had some butter, but no luck. He had to eat it plain. He also began eating the crackers too. This should be enough to tide him over till he got home.
Once he was done eating, he moved onward. He threw out the trash in a nearby trashcan he found back at the same station. He kept the bread and water bottle. Everything else was history.
"Feel better now?" he asked his baby. The baby seemed to reply by rolling around contentedly inside him. "Good. Now we have to go."
Brooklyn was glad to have eaten, satisfied his hunger and to move on again. He found the nearest tree, climbed it, and got into the air again. He was going to make as many miles as he could before sunrise. He was determined to get home.
When light started appearing on the horizon much later, Brooklyn knew he had to stop for the day. His wings were super tired once again. He was ready to call it a night for sure. He hadn't done this much gliding in a long time. He would be sure to be resting a lot once he got home. The baby was making it harder at times to navigate properly, but he had managed.
He was over bare countryside at the moment and found a place to land. He went under some trees. He wanted to make certain that no copters would see him, should Vincent's men be trying to track him down by air.
While waiting for the sun to rise, he began saying, from thinking aloud, "When we get home, I need to start planning your name, little one. And you'll need a bed too."
The baby seemed to reply by kicking him. He smiled and put a hand on his belly. He made sure to put his supplies down too.
Soon, the sun rose and Brooklyn was frozen with a smile on his face. He was proud of his child and how far he had come. He was the first male gargoyle to experience pregnancy after all, and nothing had happened to him, aka like the baby harming him. Only threats from the outside had threatened to harm him.