Coldsteel had returned to Brooklyn's cell, seeing he was still stone for the day, grinning while opening the cell to look him over. He moved a metal hand along his new body's belly.
"You still seem quite scrawny, little one. But I have more food for you when you wake…" he taunted, right as the sun went down.
The skin cracking, eyes glowing, Brooklyn roaring while coming out of it, panting slightly after all that bad food he ate yesterday, still feeling like his pain from it was still there.
Brook turned about, jumping a little in surprise when seeing his nemesis too close. "Good evening," sneered Coldsteel, making Brooklyn gasp, backing away, but glaring.
"Stay back from me! Don't touch me!" He roared, still not wanting to give away signs of weakness, but Coldsteel could clearly see the deprived look in his eyes.
"I hope your stomach is ready for your next meal," Coldsteel said, a guard putting down a plate of more junk. Brooklyn held his stomach, feeling sick at seeing it. But he knew he couldn't argue at Coldsteel for not wanting to eat, slowly coming down while Coldsteel backed up to watch. Brooklyn shook while taking up the burger, mouth feeling yucky from not having water for days, and nothing but sugary drinks.
He gazed up at Coldsteel. "Can… I please have water? I won't last long if I don't have it," Brooklyn begged to his captor.
Coldsteel shook his head. "Since I don't care about you eating healthy, water is on the list of healthy stuff, so no. Now eat your food!" The elder gargoyle demanded in his forceful manner. Brooklyn frowned while gazing at his burger, swallowing before biting into it.
It was hard to eat this burger again, managing to finish all of it while his belly rumbled, taking up a cookie next and eating that one too. He knew Broadway wouldn't have approved of him being forced to eat junk food like this. Next, Brooklyn drank from the sweet juice drink, missing the fresh taste of pure water, trembling all over from his sugar intake. Coldsteel laughed from the sight. "Feeling a little shaky, are we?"
Brooklyn shook his head. "N-no," he gasped, eating his third burger now, sweating from the challenge. He knew he was gonna be avoiding burgers and all that other stuff should he be saved, if his clan found out he was missing that is…
Hudson will tell them, I know he will, Brooklyn argued quietly with himself, finishing the last of the drink and fries, giving a few small burps, covering his beak. He tensed when Coldsteel's cold sharp metal talons stroked his hair.
"Such a good boy. More food for you later before we eventually do some tests to ensure my future body is in good shape for me." Coldsteel claimed, the guards taking the food and soon they left Brooklyn alone again.
It had only been about a week, but Brooklyn was slowly feeling drained and weak muscled from having not been gliding for that long. A stray tear leaked down his face, still feeling very foolish from trying to go after Iago. Now, here he was stuck in a cramped cell and eating too much unhealthy food. He longed for a fresh piece of a chicken leg or a salad. Brook licked his lips from the thought and wanted a big mug of ice water.
Such thoughts made him shake, holding his legs, the chain around his foot rattling. Where was his clan when he needed them? He had to get out of here!
…
Coldsteel knew he couldn't wait any longer to test his future body on certain elements, wanting to do something now. He knew that this abandoned lab had a freezer, something he could test Brooklyn on. His body had to survive in extreme temperatures after all.
The cyborg grinned darkly, returning to the cell where he saw Brooklyn looking rather downcast until he heard the footfalls, jerking up and growling. "No food just yet, small one. But I wish to take you to someplace special," he purred, a hand on the bars that didn't zap him. Brooklyn folded his arms.
"Forget it, I'm not going anywhere with you!" He snarled dangerously, causing Coldsteel to snap his fingers, the guards going to grab his prisoner.
Brooklyn tried fighting them off. "Stay away! Get off!" He yelped, kicking one but they managed to take advantage of his weakened state, grasping his arms tight, Brook wincing in pain, feeling Iago holding up his chin. "Now, be a good little gargoyle for me and you shall be spared," he teased, making the red gargoyle glower while being dragged away.
While going along the hallway, Brooklyn did his best to try finding ways to escape but it looked rather hopeless. His ears flattened when they entered the kitchen, Iago pointing to a big metal door that looked like the fridge. Instantly figuring it out, Brooklyn struggled to resist, though it was no use.
They even tied up his wings, which was unexpected for Brooklyn, who growled. "Stop!" He roared, back handing one guard but that had them cuff his hands behind him as well, Coldsteel taking his chin roughly in his talons.
"See how well you can last in there, especially with no resources to warm you, and all tied up too. How I love to see you this way…" He said softly, stroking under Brooklyn's chin, who grunted and struggled.
The guards next opened the door and had the guards shove Brook inside. Brooklyn slipped on the wet floor, lying there in a heap, feeling rather cold now. He turned around as much as possible after landing on his belly. "Y-you can't be serious!" He shouted, Coldsteel waving tauntingly before closing the freezer door shut.
Brooklyn took in his new predicament, teeth chattering from how cold this place was, slipping slightly on the wet flood, rubbing his arms. He really did hate the cold weather.
On one of the shelves, Brooklyn spotted something he hadn't eaten in days: which was a whole chicken, not fatty!
Forgetting he was in a freezer, took up the chicken in his talons as much as he could with his cuffed hands, licking his lips, then tried to bite into it, and he yelped aloud in pain, for the chicken was frozen solid. Brook dropped the chicken, feeling upset that he couldn't eat it at all, tears coming from the realization.
Coldsteel's taunting voice spoke through the speakers. "Aw, I bet it is all cold inside, hm?" He mocked, Brooklyn gasping painfully as the cold attacked his skin harshly, pushing himself along the floor, trying to sit up, the floor frigid and hurting his skin.
"Y-You w-won't p-possess me, Coldsteel! Not even after a-all this!" gasped Brook in his shaky voice, wishing to get out, writhing on the floor on his back, struggling to get his hands out of the cuffs and leaning on the shelf.
The evil one laughed. "Oh, I bet I will. And this is just the first part," he stated, before his voice stopped and left soon Brooklyn alone. He would be in that freezer for three hours tops. It was difficult for Brooklyn to breathe, the frigid air making him cough, seeing his own breath coming out in a cloud, feeling terribly dizzy and like he was getting a brain freeze, still unable to stand.
Why must he do this to me? He should know by now that I hate the cold weather! Brook thought sorrowfully to himself, teeth chattering violently, trying to wrap his wings around his body, but no thanks to the ropes he couldn't at all, nor rub his arms to create friction, wishing more for his clan and for warmth, especially soup. But since Coldsteel was fattening him up, he probably wouldn't get any.
His head was now terribly numb after his brain freeze from nearly one or two hours stuck in this place like the freezer in the castle. Brooklyn had lost track of time while being in this room, feeling so terribly sleepy, but Brook knew he couldn't sleep in this cold, hands now no longer feeling like they were working properly, having stopped trying to free himself from them.
Soon after the final hour had passed, Brooklyn's skin was now quite numb and he couldn't feel anything, feeling like he could get frostbite at this point, soft wheezes escaping him. But at that moment, the freezer door opened. Two guards showed up, grasping Brooklyn's arms rather vice-like.
"Your time in here is up, Freak. The master will want to see your condition," said one, Brooklyn feeling too weak to care, gazing down in sadness, for his time in that freezer slightly broke his spirits but not all the way to the point of him sobbing like a little hatchling. He would keep being strong as much as possible.
When at the cell, Brook looked upward in tiredness to see Coldsteel sitting there on his bed, a slick smile on him, holding a fluffy looking towel. "Awww, come over here, my little body. You look horrible." He mocked, gesturing. The men threw him to the ground, Brooklyn grunting but felt Coldsteel pull him close, wrapping the towel around him and even untying his wings and hands.
"Get your evil hands off!" Brook hissed weakly after he did that, jerking away. Coldsteel kept going, taking Brooklyn's chin once again, a creepy, lustful look in his eyes that sent a chill in Brooklyn's tummy. "Isn't this fun so far? And soon, you'll be mine."
The red male shook his head. "Ne…never…" He whispered, sinking to his knees. Coldsteel knew now that his body was still resistant, shaking his head and getting up. "Your food will come very soon, so be a good boy and wait for it," he demanded, Brooklyn looking down, hiding his face with his towel, grateful for the warmth, not wanting to go back into that freezer ever again.
He felt like his head was flaring from a fever, panting softly through his mouth, feeling confined again in his small cell. Brooklyn really could tell that Coldsteel's abusing was slowly getting him, but the younger gargoyle struggled to breathe softly, sitting on the mattress, trying to ignore his no window room, sensing the sun possibly coming up. Tears moistened then.
"I'm… sorry, Hudson… so… sorry…" Brook gasped shakily, as Coldsteel returned with another plate of food, more junk.
"Better eat quickly before the sun changes ya," smirked Coldsteel darkly, putting the tray down near his bed, which contained the same kind of junky food.
Brooklyn glared up. "Where am I?" He demanded croakily. Coldsteel just cackled.
"For me to know and you to find out, but this is your new home, until I can find that spell that fay used to get me into your body. Eat!" snarled the cyborg, eyes glowing red now.
Brooklyn didn't know if he could after earlier but knew Coldsteel would flay him alive if he didn't, so he took a burger gingerly, eating it again. He also ate the slice of cake there on the plate, the fries, and such, still finding it hard to believe he wasn't dead yet from all this junk.
Once finishing with his soda, Brooklyn felt more pangs in his belly than ever before, Coldsteel stroking his cheek. "Right on time, little one. The sun's coming up. Tomorrow, we have much more to do." Brooklyn had eaten very fast, feeling very bloated now, sitting on his bed. But Coldsteel didn't leave him yet.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Brooklyn asked, right as the sun came up, his skin going into his sleep mode, Coldsteel snickering, putting a sharp talon on his prisoner's beak.
"Wanted to watch my body go to sleep, of course…" he purred gently. Coldsteel loved how Brooklyn changed, with his lovely crackling noise of the stone. Coldsteel petted along Brooklyn's form before leaving him be, until they could get the next body test going.