A few weeks later, Brooklyn still hadn't been found by his clan and he was bored most nights in his cell. The main relief he had from boredom was eating the food he was offered. No one dared to talk to him unless they were going to do something bad.
The humans still demanded that he eat way more than what his stomach could hold. Brooklyn felt like he would puke before he was done eating every time. He probably wouldn't be surprised if they were trying to make him fat.
Eventually, it was time for another exam and Brooklyn resisted again. He knew that when the doc and his men wanted to examine him, it wasn't good.
Once he was on the table tied down again, he looked around frantically, a shiver going down his spine. A chill also went through his belly. Brooklyn knew that the doc was rather obsessive with his belly. Why? He didn't know.
A machine was brought over, and his loincloth was pushed downward just enough before some slimy, cold gel was applied onto Brooklyn's stomach. "AGH! What is that stuff?!" He yelled.
"Nothing that will hurt you, just makes this exam easier." The tech replied before applying the wand onto the gel. The screen was turned away from the patient. The tech was going to make sure there was something in there.
Brooklyn was tired of this place. He was tired of experiment tests and most of all, having his stomach examined or pressed on. The doc had given him one explanation but not the whole explanation of why his belly was such a big target to examine.
He tried to move about to keep the tech from seeing what he wanted to see. "Hold still now." But Brooklyn refused to cooperate.
The doc came up and he put a hand on one of his ears, pulling on it hard, making Brook cry out. "Hold still or I'll really hurt it." He growled.
Brooklyn had no choice. He continued to feel the wand being pushed into his belly, making him wince.
The tech was now looking at a miracle. There, inside the red gargoyle's belly, was an embryo. He smiled. Then he moved to the other side, looking for another. He found the second embryo too. They were no more than little blobs inside dark spots in their womb.
But it was also a question of when Brooklyn would ever get sickness symptoms like a lot of pregnant women did. The doc hoped he did. He hoped for the gargoyle to have stomach issues.
When the tech was done with the scanning part, he wiped the gel off roughly, making Brook clench his belly. Then he told the boss quietly, "The two embryos have made it so far, but there can't be anymore x-rays now that they have taken." The tech warned the doctor.
"That's fine. Thank you, Tech." The doc said. "I don't plan of having him take anymore x-rays. Just ultrasounds."
For Brooklyn, he didn't know what that exam was all about, but he wanted to get away from this dreadful place. He was tired of being bored all the time or whether he was going to be killed in this place soon. The doc had told him himself.
….
Back at the Eyrie Building, the clan had had to move on with things, but they wouldn't stop looking for their red Second in Command.
Angela told Broadway if Brooklyn was never found that maybe when they had a son that they could name him after Brooklyn. Broadway liked that idea. He still loved his red brother and would do it in his memory. But that was still a long time off yet. But it was a plan if he wasn't found.
Brooklyn would have always been Lexington's closest companion in size. They had a special bond as rookery brothers since Broadway now had Angela for company, but he still did a lot of babysitting for young Alex.
Goliath and Elisa were the ones most on alert for the red male. Goliath wanted his Second back.
Hudson also still had Bronx, but even he could feel the loss of the red male too. If something happened to Goliath, they would need a new leader. Hudson could do it for a little while perhaps, but there needed to be a young leader for the clan. The elder didn't know when he might one day check out. Brooklyn had been a great leader when Goliath, Elisa, and Bronx had been away.
As for David and Fox, they saw the clan was upset at losing one of their own. But they still protected the castle the best they could. But David was sure he was so close to finding out this special project at one other facility in the city by one of the other members. Another one of the doctors.
On his next meeting, he got one of the members talking about where it was. It was one of the technicians from that lab who had been working with Brooklyn. Bingo! He had the information. He told Fox he had the right information, and he was going to this private place to get the missing gargoyle back for the clan.
"Be careful." Fox said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I will, Darling." David replied before heading out.
….
David was dressed up in his best Illuminati robes to disguise himself as he entered the facility of the secret location. He was sure Brooklyn was here, he just had to find him.
He said that he was a new tech assigned to help work on the special project and he wanted to see what it was. He was told of a red gargoyle in the holding cell. David had his answer. He went to investigate.
The billionaire man found the holding cell room and he entered. When he got in there, he saw the beaked gargoyle incased in his stone form on the mattress. He was huddled against the wall. What had these maniacs done to him? It had only been a month since his capture. He would find out tonight though.
"When's the best time to go in and work with the gargoyle?" David asked.
"A couple of hours after he wakes up, it'll be his feeding time. Then we go in and give him some contact. But you must make sure that he gets these hormones in his food." The tech he was talking to explained.
"Why's that?"
"This is a very special project with the gargoyle. Even though we found out that it's male, he is carrying some embryos inside him, and he needs the hormones to keep them going."
David's eyes lit up. "He's pregnant?" he asked.
"Yes. He doesn't look it because it's still early. He still doesn't know yet, but we're waiting on symptoms."
"But are you sure he's pregnant?"
"Yes. Ultrasound and blood tests confirmed it."
David found this a little hard to swallow. But if Brooklyn was pregnant, his clan would need to know. He had to get him out of here and soon. Their clan would grow by a few. But how many was Brook carrying?
"How many are there expected?" David asked.
"Two, in case one doesn't make it then the other might stand a chance."
David knew that he would need to find out where these hormones were to keep having Brooklyn take them at home for whenever he got him out of here. He had to plan carefully.
Later, Brooklyn awoke, and David got to take in the food. He saw how the hormones were applied to the food. "Make sure that he eats it all." He was instructed.
Brooklyn was just waiting miserably for the food he would get. His belly rumbled for it by now. Soon, the door opened and in came one of the men with the food tray.
The tray was laid close to the mattress. "Are you alright, Brooklyn?" asked a familiar voice.
Brooklyn looked up at the man. It was a voice he hadn't heard in over a month. "Xanatos?" The red male said.
"Yes, it's me. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here." David said.
"Oh, please, get me out of here now!" Brook pleaded. "I want to go home!" Tears were in his eyes.
"Shh! We can't blow my cover. I promise I'll get you out of here." David assured him. "I just need the proper tools first, or something that will get the others out of here."
"I can't go on much longer in here. They'll kill me soon." Brooklyn stated. "After whatever project they're doing with me is over."
"I promise I won't let that happen. Just go on and keep doing what you have been doing." David explained.
Brooklyn at last had some familiar company but he just wasn't getting out right this second. David had to leave him to get to know the place more and how things were done. He would be staying a few days to learn it all. What these techs were doing with Brooklyn.
Brooklyn reluctantly ate his food and ingested the hormones. He had some better hope now, but if he didn't get out of here soon, he was going to go crazy.
