Back at the Eyrie Building, Goliath was sitting in the library, just reading his book. But he didn't know that Brooklyn had gone off or was kidnapped. That is until Lex burst in, his eyes panicked. He looked up. "What's going on, Lexington?" he demanded.
The olive gargoyle was panting heavily. He had hoped that Brooklyn wouldn't have been gone long but it was now near sunrise and his red brother hadn't turned up. "Something is wrong, Goliath. I saw Brooklyn leave the castle because he looked pretty upset but I haven't seen him return since then. I'm afraid he got into trouble, but don't know with who!"
Goliath's eyes glowed. He hated it whenever his Second found himself in any kind of danger, hoping Demona hadn't tried getting to him again. He stood up sharply. "We must search for him," he growled, stalking up the stairs in anger and determination. Little did he know that Brooklyn was soon going to be far out of the US for a long time.
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At the JFK airport, the poachers were able to get tickets to fly into Russia so they could make it into Siberia on a private plane since Yegor was a pretty rich man that he earned from profiting off of his precious animals. And this one was the most precious. Thankfully, they were able to get through security where the doctor waited.
Yegor's personal vet doctor smiled at seeing them. "And what did you catch this time?" he asked casually.
Yegor grinned back. "We got lucky with a gargoyle, very rare and valuable. Just look at this one." They wheeled Brooklyn up to the doctor still cuffed, collared, and muzzled. They knew about his stone turning so they were all gargoyle proof.
The doctor named Boris took out his stethoscope and a syringe to make sure their new gargoyle was healthy for their long plane ride back to Europe. He heard Brooklyn's heart that sounded like it was beating very well. He nodded to Yegor, who rubbed his hands. "I am looking forward to eventually getting big Ruble money from him. But we should get out of here soon before the cops come for us," he said, as Boris nodded and Yegor ordered the men to wheel Brooklyn onto their plane as they left the airport. After that, they took him off the table, sitting him down near Yegor and attaching his collar to a pole near the chair for prisoners.
The poachers all sat down in their seats as the engine started up, Yegor giving a little smirk while looking at that red devil who was currently sleeping. He looked rather peaceful but will soon be in hell upon waking up.
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The rest of the clan were in turmoil and grief at the loss of their beloved clanmate, as they all struggled to find him. Elisa and Matt also did a lot of research from their end if they could locate Brooklyn, but they found no records of any poaching or kidnapping here in New York, not even plane records since Yegor destroyed them.
Lex was sitting on his perch, tears in his eyes while wondering where his missing brother was now. Broadway and Angela came out too. They both felt rather guilty about showing their romance right in front of them, even if it was subdued a bit but Brooklyn had obviously run away because of it. Broadway put a hand on Lexington's shoulder, who jerked slightly but then settled down when seeing him.
"I just want to find him," he said tearfully, wiping his eyes. Hudson and Goliath came out then, all having saddened looks in their faces. "We will, lad. We will," Hudson murmured as the group sat near each other for the day and they all turned to stone. Elisa came up and gazed at her friends. It looked weird to not see Brooklyn among them and prayed that he would be alright and still alive.
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While on the plane, one of the guards woke up in the morning to see the gargoyle freak turning to stone for his day slumber. He nudged Yegor, who blinked his eyes open and saw what had happened. The man frowned, knowing that this would probably give the freak of nature a lot of healing privilege since he knew of its healing properties when they changed. Knocking his fist on Brooklyn's beak but not to break it, he decided that should Brooklyn continue to fight them, he would definitely use his healing privilege against the beast.
When sunset finally came, the stone began to crack, and their trophy woke up. Eyes glowing and growling, startling the men but were safe since he was chained to the floor.
Brooklyn groaned when waking up out of his stone sleep, wanting to reach up and rub his head from being hit by that dart from before, but his hands were cuffed behind his back, and felt something attached to his head and tying up his beak. He gave a surprised muffled yell and struggled to get loose but was hit on the back of his head. Brook glanced up and saw that Russian man that kidnapped him again, causing the red male to gulp but give a growl, eyes glowing again and struggling.
Yegor snickered, using his staff to poke Brooklyn harshly in the belly, making him buckle. "Welcome to my private plane, my trophy. You weren't really that hard to catch, I have to brag." Brooklyn shook his head sharply to shake his muzzle off, yelling out defiantly. The man shook his head, calling in Boris with a cloth of chloroform. Brooklyn stared, chest breathing fast in fright at not seeing any of his family near and disliked being among these weird and horrible humans. He wanted to go home!
"I am sorry, but you will have to sleep again for the remainder of the flight until we get to our home," Yegor taunted as Boris knelt down to give Brooklyn the chloroform. Brook whimpered when struggling to avoid it, but it was too late when two other men grabbed his arms and Boris grabbed the back of Brooklyn's head and pressed the cloth hard on his nose.
Brooklyn grunted but closed his eyes to keep the drug from blinding him, trying not to breathe it in but it was hard, the sweet scent making his senses go delirious and sleepy, seeing colors in his closed eyes until eventually he gave into it, collapsing against the chair.
Yegor nodded in approval, tenderly stroking his prize's hair. "Is that enough for the plane ride?" Boris nodded. "I used nearly a whole bottle," he sneered darkly, chuckling at the gargoyle, who snored softly, looking pathetic with the muzzle and collar on, looking forward to seeing him put in a cage and be bought by a proper person who can keep giving this one the same lessons.
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Another many hours of flying later, and eventually the plane landed in Yakutsk, who was known for its trading system with Japan. Yegor had managed to gain an illegal animal trading dealership with those in Japan who had similar ideals and had his animal auction set up in Yakutsk. They managed to throw Brooklyn into the truck that would take him to the auction after having put him to sleep again with chloroform since it had been a two-day flight.
His stone sleep cured his body of the drug and Yegor couldn't have it. Oh, how he looked forward to being safe in his town and among his poached animals again. He had acquired such rarities as tigers, a black leopard, and others like it, but none quite like a gargoyle, which would hopefully still be a crowning jewel in his auction.
The truck drove through the town under disguise as a delivery truck with Brooklyn sometimes bumping up and down carelessly since they wanted him in much mistreatment as possible. Eventually, the poachers arrived at their destination and when getting the proper sized cage in the center of their animal auction on the outskirts and lower regions of town where they could mostly invite those whose minds are like theirs, or for the simple-minded rich people with no idea they were being had and unaware of animal cruelty or just wanting fur.
It was difficult work hauling the gargoyle in, who was at the moment in his stone sleep, hence daylight hours but thankfully the muzzle and cuffs were held. The poachers were able to get this large enough round cage for him in the rarest animals' section where they were certain he would definitely belong there forever or until the next bidding.
Grunting with direction from Yegor, they managed to drag him into his office first into another cage not so tall but big enough for him to sit in. It was rather cold in Siberia where they were, but they gave some of the animals heating lamps to those who couldn't survive. But for the gargoyle, they had none for it, wondering if it was true that they could live for a certain time in cold environments.
Yegor gave a sinister chuckle, eyeing the statue form of his trophy, who was still muzzled, happy to see one of them on his catch, eager for the creature to wake up and see his new home.
