Coldstone and Coldfire landed at the docks together to find where Brooklyn had been kidnapped.
The cyborg had scanned the area, which wound up leading him to the warehouse nearby. He flew over to it, Coldfire following her mate, still worried for the younger one. If he remained in her brother's custody, Brooklyn would be lost to the clan forever, and he couldn't have that, knowing Coldsteel needed to be destroyed.
He continued to scan until he spotted some claw marks from Coldsteel on the floor. Narrowing his eyes, Coldstone glanced outside once more, which is where he possibly took Brooklyn with him.
Coldstone flew out of the warehouse, using his scanner to find which area in New York where Brooklyn was held. Until it eventually found the place.
He landed next to Coldfire, who watched him in worry. "Did you locate our brother?" she asked.
Coldstone nodded. "My sensors indicate he was taken to the Brooklyn district suburbs. There's an abandoned warehouse in the area. We have to get there fast."
Coldfire was shocked that Coldsteel would take his prisoner to Brooklyn's namesake, but it was pretty far out of reach for the clan to go to, so she agreed. They were the fastest fliers to reach Brooklyn.
The couple took to the sky and went their way towards the town, hoping Brooklyn could hold on for a while longer.
….
Back in the old building, Brooklyn was feeling rather out of it after all that hell Coldsteel put him through to make him docile enough to be possessed, which he certainly felt like that right now, laying on his mattress after having come out of stone.
He looked around his confined walls with teary eyes, belly feeling bloated badly after the awful force feeding the previous day, which pretty much made Brooklyn reach the weight that Coldsteel wanted.
Brooklyn gripped his legs tight, shaking with remorse at how awful now it was for him to have succumbed to Coldsteel; scared of his fate, and desperate now to get away, to hide. He wouldn't hide among his clan since Coldsteel would just find him there. The young male swallowed a painful lump in his throat, stomach churning, when hearing the footsteps of the monster come back.
Coldsteel peeked in to see how his slave gargoyle was doing, and he couldn't be more pleased, a cruel grin on his face. The youth looked downright and mentally broken as hell, his ears super flat from depression, his belly and arms quite overweight and dehydrated from lack of water. Coldsteel didn't want Brooklyn to get any yet until he was in his body since he wanted to taste the water, not him.
Brook trembled terribly all over when seeing him get nearer, squeezing his legs tight together close to his chest, hyperventilating badly.
The cyborg reached with his hand, making Brooklyn whimper, looking away, when it began to rub his neck. It caused Brook to hitch up, skin tingling. He missed the feeling of Hudson's softer, kinder hugs, longing to hear the elder's words of wisdom for comfort.
"Shhh… It will be alright, my little slave. Soon, I shall control your now fragile mind. I had such fun toying and messing with you, as well as giving you such good food." Coldsteel said, his voice sounding fatherly but rather sinister in Brooklyn's eyes, hating being called his slave.
But since he hadn't been gliding or feeling the fresh air for some time now, Brooklyn really did feel like it. "Y-You don't… have the spell…" Brooklyn rasped in his dry, cracked voice, making Coldsteel scowl down at him.
"Oh, but I will get it. I just need to find a certain someone, a gargess you may know," he said in a nasty tone.
Realizing what he meant, Brooklyn could feel more rushes of fright at the idea of seeing her do it to him, bright tears leaking down his face.
He shook his head in defiance. "D-Don't do it, please!" His quiet voice tried to beg as Coldsteel had the men haul Brooklyn up by his arms in their strong grips. Coldsteel grabbed the back of his hair, making Brook wince.
"It is too late now, worthless one. Soon, your life shall be mine, and I will use it how I see it to," Coldsteel growled venomously, Brooklyn's heart racing all too fast from his fear for his liking, whimpering when being taken away. "Oh, and I may have you be drugged when I go and get Demona until you're ready, to ensure you won't escape!" Coldsteel added in.
"NO!" screeched Brooklyn, his throat hurting from how dry it was and not wanting more needles stuck into him, dragged for a time down the hallway until reaching the doctor's exam room, strapping him down by holding up his arms in chains while his back laid on a table. His hyperventilating grew even worse now, tugging weakly until Coldsteel smacked his face roughly.
"Stop that fussing! Doctor, bring it over now," Coldsteel demanded, gesturing to him.
The doctor grinned wickedly, holding out a serum full of something identifiable, but Brooklyn knew it was the drug that would dull him up fast, causing his face to blanche from how big the needle was.
He wiggled again. "Get that thing away from me!" Brooklyn sobbed, longing for any kind of rescue at this point, but Coldsteel put his sharp hands on his stomach rather roughly, silencing the poor gargoyle, who didn't want to be punched in the gut like before, suffering badly from overstress.
"Don't make me punch you again…" Coldsteel threatened darkly while that needle got closer.
Brooklyn continued breathing faster, unwillingly now becoming limper and struggling to avoid his overweight stomach being harmed.
Soon, the needle poked into his neck. Brooklyn cringed up from the liquid entering his system, which happened to be a deadly drug to keep him sedated called Xanax. The drug seeped into his veins, making Brooklyn sob all over, his vision becoming disoriented and sick. Coldsteel chuckled ruthlessly, stroking his cheek and belly.
"I'll soon return. Just remain here for now," he cooed before taking off soon, not realizing that Coldstone and Coldfire were close.
Brooklyn knew he had only a small amount of time left for his own soul to live in his body. He was feeling dizzy and nauseated. He never thought his life would end like this. But he knew he had let his foolishness over what happened before with the possession that he had gotten caught by his enemy like this.
Topside, Coldstone and Coldfire heard a jet sound take off into the air and they saw their evil brother take off into the air from a warehouse over yonder.
"There's our brother." Coldfire pointed out.
"Quickly, we must catch him." Coldstone declared.
"No, wait, my Love. Did you see where he took off from? That building. Brooklyn will be in there. We can get our brother later as he'll likely come back later, but we promised our clan that we would rescue Brooklyn. This is the best chance to get him out of there." Coldfire explained to her mate.
"You're right, my Love. We promised Goliath and the others." Coldstone agreed. This was their best chance to get Brooklyn while their brother was out doing who knows what. He would return later, and Brooklyn had been his prisoner long enough.
The two cyborg gargoyles went to the warehouse they had seen Coldsteel take off from and busted through a window and went down some stairs looking for the red gargoyle. Coldstone was scanning carefully.
Soon, they came across some men and they took them out fighting and kept searching until they came upon the lab room where they saw the red male was tied down on his back with some human men watching over him and they looked up at who entered the room.
"Let him go!" Coldstone ordered.
"Look who we have here. Some more monsters that need to be put in their place!" One of the guards sneered and the men took out some guns and began firing at the couple.
Coldstone instantly retaliated with his laser gun on his right arm. He blasted at them, and they ducked for cover. Coldfire also blasted fire at them with her hands, also making men run for cover.
"You set him free, my Love." Coldstone said as he made sure to chase Coldsteel's cronies away.
"Right, my Love." Coldfire replied and she went over to free the young male from his bindings. "Brooklyn, can you hear me?" she asked him.
Brooklyn was feverish and moaned. He barely saw anything, but he was awake, and he saw some gold yellow above him. "Hm? Go… way…" He moaned. "Don't… hurt… me…"
"It's alright, Brooklyn. I'm not going to hurt you. My love and I have come to get you out of here. We're taking you home." Coldfire explained gently to him.
Brooklyn hadn't heard a female's voice in over two weeks. Her voice was rather soothing.
When Coldstone returned, he saw his mate was talking to the red male. "What's going on? Is he alright?" he asked.
"He doesn't seem himself, my Love. He seems sick." Coldfire responded in concern. "He'll have to be carried home."
"I can do that." Coldstone stated and he came over to get him.
Brooklyn saw red eyes in his view. "NO! Don't… want to… happen… please!" He begged. He thought he saw Coldsteel in his blurry vision.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Brooklyn. It's time to take you home." Coldstone declared and he gently got his arms under Brooklyn's back and knees, carrying him bridal style out of the room and Coldfire broke down the doors to get outside. They zoomed into the air with their jet packs.
They had to fly over the East River to get back home to Manhattan. Coldstone was still angry at not being able to take down Coldsteel tonight, but it was more important to get Brooklyn out of his custody before dealing with the evil one.
In his arms, Brooklyn was now drifting a bit between being awake and unconsciousness. He got a feeling of something hitting him: air! Brooklyn breathed in the fresh air, and he felt the air blowing on his face. He could feel wind on his wings, but he was upside down to be gliding. But he wasn't doing the flying.
Brook then saw a blue shape above him with a red eye. He felt arms underneath him. The air felt good on him but after not feeling it for so long and thinking that Coldsteel might also want to take away his gliding freedom while he was in this delirious state, he had a panic attack.
He began to struggle in Coldstone's arms. "No… please… let me go…"
"You are in no condition to be flying by yourself, Brooklyn. We're just going to get you home." Coldstone told him.
Coldfire flew in next to him. "It's alright, Brooklyn. You're in good hands now. We're not going to hurt you. You're out of Coldsteel's building. We're here to help you." She explained gently.
Brook vaguely remembered her voice. "Ugh! Don't… feel good… Head hurts…" He put an arm to his head. "Everything… hurts…"
"We're getting closer to your home." Coldfire said. "Just try to relax, little one." She was trying to soothe him as if he was a hatchling again. He sure was acting like one, just being scared.
…..
A while later back at the warehouse in Brooklyn, Coldsteel returned. He hadn't found Demona yet but when he saw his warehouse and his men gone, plus Brooklyn out of the lab and not in his cell either, that greatly angered him.
Then he saw the laser shots on the walls and some fire marks. This meant that his brother Coldstone and his mate, Coldfire had been here. Those two would pay for taking 'his' body away from him!
"I'll find you again, Brooklyn. Don't think you have escaped me completely yet." Coldsteel said then smirked evilly. He would get the red male back yet. He would also make his former 'soulmates' pay too.