When he roared awake the next night, Brooklyn felt most refreshed. He didn't feel in pain anymore. When his eyes returned to normal, he saw the doctors in front of his cage.

"Nice to see you are awake again." The one in charge declared. "We came to see how your wound is."

Brooklyn now sat up. "Stay away from me!" He growled.

The men saw he was able to move normally. The threads that had been in his skin fell away. They saw the flesh was healed. "Wow! You sure heal fast." The doc complimented.

"That's just my stone sleep." Brook replied.

"Fascinating." Another stated.

"Now that I'm better, how about letting me go?" Brooklyn declared.

"Oh no, no. You aren't going anywhere. There are still more tests I need to do on you." The main doctor proclaimed.

"Like what?" The red gargoyle asked. He didn't want to be told he couldn't go home. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like what these tests were.

"Tests at the beginning of this new section of your life to see what you can tolerate." Was the reply. "One test per night. And don't expect your clan to find you anytime soon. We are in a separate facility from the main office this time."

"From whose office?" Brooklyn demanded.

"Do you remember when you were taken to the place where the Illuminati took you?" The doc asked.

Brooklyn's eyes widened. "You're Illuminati?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, we are."

"What is it you want from me?" Brook demanded.

"To see how you are compared to humans. Your kind are much like us and yet, so animalistic." The doc continued. "And you will also supply us with something special to study in the coming months."

"You humans are sick to do this to me, or my kind just because you want to find out that information." Brooklyn insulted the doctor.

"Just for that, you'll get this!" The doc pressed a button on a remote and that was when Brooklyn yelped in pain when he felt a shock and burning on his wrists where the shackles were.

It went on for over five minutes. "AHHH! Stop it please!" Brooklyn cried out. His wrists were stinging with pain from the burning. He tried grabbing at them and trying to get the cuffs off, but it was no use. They were locked on tight.

"That's what will happen if you cross me, Monster." The doc warned him. "But I could always arrange for something else."

Brook's eyes glowed from the pain. He rubbed his wrists as much as he could anyway.

The doc then pressed another button in his pocket, and it was the release of the embryos inside the gargoyle's belly. It was just the beginning of that.

Brooklyn was then escorted to his first test, a heating and cooling room. He would always have his arms cuffed behind him on escorts. He didn't want to be in here. He remembered doing this before. He still had the cuffs on but started sweating really bad when exposed to the extreme heat. He got nauseated again just from that. His head also started hurting.

"Why do you have to do this?!" Brooklyn raised his voice.

"To see what a gargoyle tolerates."

Then the room got really cold. Steam came out of Brooklyn's mouth as he panted. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. He also wrapped his wings around himself to add for better warmth. He was left in the cold for a lot longer. The sweat he had gotten was making him feel the cold even worse. He tried to wrap himself in a ball to maintain his temperature.

When it was over, Brooklyn couldn't resist the humans taking him back to his cell, cuffing him up again. He just sat on the mattress trying to get warm again. He wished he had a blanket or two to warm him up. Or some warm soup.

Later in the night, Brooklyn felt some hunger kick in, but it was still the farthest from his mind. His digestive system must not have been completely messed up if he was getting hungry so soon after his surgery. But he was never offered any food. It did cross his mind that the humans were wanting to see what he was capable of without eating anything.

He knew he could function for a few nights without food, but he would need water soon more so. If he had been in the heat for much longer, he would have really needed water to just stay hydrated.

By midnight, Brooklyn was warmed up again, but he still didn't want to move. He kept his wings wrapped around himself. When he finally decided to move, he knew he had to test the strength of the cuffs. Because the cuffs were so tight against his skin, his wrists were still sore, but he had to get loose. He didn't want any more tests done on him. He just wanted to go home.

He went to the full length of the chains, and he couldn't reach the door of the cage and he tried pulling on the chains to dislodge them from the wall or break them. But he wasn't up to full strength after what he went through tonight.

…..

In the coming nights, Brooklyn was tested on sleeping gas, darts fired at him out of walls, but not the sleeping darts, weightlifting, some hand-to-hand combat, how his tail was used as a weapon or extra hand, his mouth was also tested for jaw strength. There was just so much he was tested on.

He was given water every other night. But by now, his body was starting to feel like it was running on empty because he hadn't been given any food. As much as he regretted saying he didn't want to eat their food, he wanted some by now. It had been five days.

The doctors knew that their test subject had to get something to eat before too long, but he wanted to test his swimming skills too before he finally fed him.

Brooklyn was taken to a room where ice cold water filled up on him. He shivered. "AGH! Let me out of here!" He cried out. He tried to get the door open as he backed into the wall. But there was no answer and soon, he was being lifted off the floor. His loincloth and hair were drenched and were spreading out in the water.

Soon, he was up to the ceiling. It filled up and after grabbing a few sips to drink, he took a deep breath and tried swimming downward to get to the door, but it still wouldn't open. But he had to catch his breath soon and when he swam back to the top, he couldn't even raise his head above the water. He began pounding on the ceiling in panic.

His lungs were screaming for air, and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He pounded harder but soon, his vision was blacking out. His actions were getting less effective, and he was starting to drift in the water. That was when the water finally began to go down.

Brooklyn was barely awake, but he coughed hard when he could finally breathe again. His hair and loincloth stuck to his skin in an uncomfortable way. He was ice cold again and he shivered. But when the humans came in, they forcefully grabbed his arms, pulling him to his feet and cuffing his arms behind him. He was taken back to his cell where he was once again cuffed in the original way. All he could do was just get warmed up again. He definitely didn't want water right now.

Later in the same night though, he didn't know if he had caught a fever or not. His wings were kept around his shoulders. His body heat was working its way back into his body. His hair was dry by now, but his loincloth was taking longer to dry.

Around three in the morning, Brooklyn's stomach was growling a good deal. It wanted food something fierce. 'I wonder if these guys are going to starve me to death.' He wondered.

Then, out of nowhere, one of the men opened the door to the room and there was a new scent in the air. The smell that wafted as Brook smelled it made his belly gurgle louder. Brooklyn watched warily as the man unlocked his cage, holding a tray of food. It was steaming.

"You better not try anything, Monster." The man warned him, holding out the remote that would make the cuffs shock and burn his wrists. He still kept his distance. "And if you don't eat this, the boss will see about force feeding you, and you don't want that."

The man set the tray down a little ways from the mattress.

"And how do I know it isn't drugged?" Brooklyn asked.

"It isn't drugged or poisoned. Just eat, unless you want to be force fed." The man threatened as he backed out of the cell, locking it again. Then he left the room. He had obviously been uncomfortable being around the gargoyle.

Brooklyn smelled the food and it smelled awesome. He licked his lips and his stomach growled loudly. He put a hand on his belly and rubbed it. He knew he had to eat the food as much as he didn't want to.

He pushed himself up and he went over to get the tray. He could reach it. He picked it up and took it back to the mattress. There was a bottle of water on it, some silverware, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Brooklyn didn't want the water right now, but he would keep it to ration it. He instead immediately dove into the soup. The smell and taste of it was incredible! He wanted to take his time eating as he hadn't eaten in almost a week.

It was a big bowl of soup. He pushed himself to eat it all as he didn't know when he would get a next meal. His belly was really full when he finished. Now he felt bloated but at least he was satisfied. He hoped he wouldn't be taken for anything else. He would puke if he was. His body needed the nutrition. The soup obviously hadn't been poisoned as Brook didn't feel pain, just feeling too full.

Before long, another man came in to retrieve the tray's contents. "Good job for eating all of the food. If you don't eat all of what's given to you, there will be consequences, Red." The man said.

"My name's Brooklyn, not Red." Brook stated.

"We'll call you whatever we want, Monster." The man mocked him as he took the tray out of the cell.

Brooklyn was annoyed that they wouldn't use his real name. He felt very much alone. He had no other family here. He could only rely on himself. His wings felt useless as he needed to glide. But they made a good blanket. Hopefully, he would feel better tomorrow night.

The doctor knew that with the pregnancy now going on as well and the most dramatic of tests done, he would have to keep the gargoyle fed to keep the embryos growing. He would wait a few weeks to see if anything showed up; symptoms. Even if there was nothing, he wanted to examine the gargoyle's belly in a few weeks to be sure. He had to get his new subjects, one way or another.

…..

The clan had been looking for Brooklyn all over New York, even beyond Manhattan now. They were looking in the Brooklyn borough and even on Staten Island. They were sticking together in small groups. Even Bronx was coming along as they needed possibilities of a scent.

Goliath hoped his Second in Command was alright. Even Elisa and Matt were looking for him and there were still no signs of him.

David Xanatos was part of the Illuminati to this day too, and he didn't even know where Brook was. But he did know that one of his group had a special project going on elsewhere in the city. He was serious about finding out what it was, and where it was.

The other gargoyles felt really bad that Brooklyn was missing for so long. They didn't want to lose another member of their clan when the clan was already so small. Who would take over for Brooklyn if he was no longer alive? They didn't want to think about that.