A/N Here's the story behind Brooklyn's anger. For more, please read and review using the small button at the bottom of the page. (PS: I am making Demona REALLY evil in here.)

Another note, I originally had this chapter before the last one. Do you think I should switch them back?

[Sunrise, the Rookery]

I was in pain. I was swirling in a horrible abyss of darkness and agony. I didn't know who I was, where I was, or why I was. The again, who really does?

I blinked. Had I had a thought? Was I actually intelligent? Could I speak? "Hello?" I asked the darkness. My throat hurt, and the words were so dry and quiet I wasn't sure I'd spoken at all. "Hello?"

"Hold on, Brooklyn."

A strong voice penetrated the mists, a familiar voice. Something touched my face, stroking it with warm hands. Brooklyn…was I Brooklyn? Was I supposed to grab onto something?

I couldn't move my arms. I couldn't even feel them. What was wrong with me? How come I couldn't move?

Brooklyn…Brooklyn…If I had a name, then who was I talking to?

"Broadway?"

"Aw, thank the heavens…He's alive!"

I was?

I felt something press against my back, and I was suddenly in a sitting position. Another hand fell on my shoulder. "Brooklyn, can you hear me?"

Her sweet voice appeared in my world like a bubble; fragile, quiet, gentle, and familiar. Was that what I was supposed to grab? My head fell forward. I hadn't intended to nod, but it worked well enough.

"Can you open your eyes?"

Open my eyes…open…

Light. Sound. Color. His head spun like a top and he wanted to scream. All he managed was a groan. I squeezed my eyes shut again, retreating to the dark and the pain.

"Brooklyn, open your eyes."

Something about her…I couldn't resist. My eyes opened. I saw her first.

"Angela…" I whispered.

"Brooklyn…Where's the egg?" She asked. Her eyes were wide and tears streamed down them.

Then I saw the room. The rookery had been ripped to shreds and there was evidence of a horrific struggle. The nest! What had happened to the nest? My head fell to the side and I screamed.

Red eyes burning with sadistic pity.

Claws ripping through his wings.

Something tearing into his chest.

Had to protect the egg! Had to save Angela's child!

"I'm very sorry, Brooklyn, you leave me no choice."

The nest was empty.

"NO!" I screamed again, and red flashed across my vision. I was on my feet, rushing towards the window, wings trailing brokenly behind me. Broadway's powerful arms were suddenly wrapped around me.

"No, Brooklyn! You'll die before you even hit the ground!"

I wasn't listening, I was mad with grief and fury.

I screamed at the rising sun, and I was frozen in Broadway's arms for the rest of the day. Hatred tore through me.

"DEMONA!"

[Sunset, the Rookery]

"We just…found him like this, Goliath." Worry tinged the struggle in Broadway's voice as he tried to keep Brooklyn still.

Even after the long day's sleep, scars were still lashed clearly across Brooklyn's red skin. His long wings were frayed along the bottom and two sets of deep cuts ran along the insides of each. His eyes were glowing behind his eyelids and tears streamed down the scratches on his face. His tail lashed viciously from side to side as he pulled against Broadway's grip.

"He was badly hurt." Goliath said quietly. "Not even a day's sleep healed him."

Hudson stood beside him, silent. Elisa was next to him as well, though against her will. Goliath didn't want her to be a victim of Brooklyn's blind rage. Lexington's eyes were shiny with anxiety. "Well, will he be all right?"

"I don't know. We will have to wait another night and see." Goliath said. His voice was calm because it had to be. He was as worried as the others; he'd never seen a gargoyle survive these kinds of injuries. It was worse than when Angela had almost been killed by the Hunters.

"Did he say who did it, lass?" Hudson asked Angela. She was clinging to her father's side. There were tears streaming down her face.

Broadway spoke instead. "He screamed something right when we turned to stone, but I couldn't hear what he said."

"He said Demona." Angela snarled into Goliath's arm. "My mother kidnapped my child and almost killed my friend."

"Demona…" Hudson murmured.

Angela tore away from her father's side and walked to the empty nest. She threw back her head and screamed before falling to her hands and knees in its center. Her wings wrapped tightly around her, but they could all hear her crying.

"He…hey, guys?" Broadway whispered.

Brooklyn had gone limp in his arms. "I'll kill her." He whispered. "I swear I'll kill her for what she did to Angela. And me."

Angela's sobbing stopped and she turned to stare at him. He gently moved Broadway's hands away from him and moved to kneel beside her in the nest. "I will kill her for what she did to us."

Goliath felt a shudder pass through him. "Come Brooklyn. Xanatos can help us tend your wounds. You must heal."

Brooklyn stood, shakily, and collapsed into Broadway's waiting arms.

"I'm going to kill Demona." He whispered to him.

"I know." Broadway replied heavily. "That's what scares me."

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