After the sun went down that evening, Brooklyn roared awake with a vengeance. He was now free from the pain of last night. He tried looking for the point of where he could undo the bandages on his torso. But then, he heard footsteps coming down. He just sat on the edge of the bed.

Demona and some men came down to see him. There was no food or anything in their arms. One man unlocked the cell door. Demona walked inside with them. She held the shock remote.

"What do you want, Demona?"

"Hold still, Brooklyn. This man is going to take off your bandages now that they're healed." Demona ordered.

Brook saw the remote and held still. The man knew where the tied-off part was. He began peeling the bandages off Brook's shoulder and chest. It was a lot of bandages. Brooklyn also couldn't help looking down at where the wounds would have been. There were no scars, luckily. The man finished getting them off then took the bandages out of the cell to go dispose of them.

Then Demona spoke up. "Now that those are off and you are awake, there is a matter to discuss with you, Brooklyn."

"Yeah, there is. How could you do that to me last night?!" Brooklyn shouted at her angrily.

"It was to grant you some mercy sex without me being in heat, to grant you some mating urges fulfilled, and my own urges to mate as since I haven't mated in a long time from a handsome male." Demona replied, explaining. "But to another matter. I have kept you here for certain reasons, and the main one has been fulfilled, but I need to know, are you willing to stay here with me and be part of my cause to destroy the human race?" She asked him.

"Why would I want to be part of your cause when all you've done is hurt me and humiliated me, Demona? No. I will not be part of your cause, ever!" He exclaimed angrily. "And I'm glad you lost that baby! I never would want a child of mine to be created like this or be raised in this environment!"

That answer angered Demona. She then pressed the remote and Brooklyn cried out as the collar shocked him and he fell to the floor, writhing in pain, holding his throat. It went on for over five minutes before she stopped, leaving him panting and crying on the floor.

"You watch what you say to me, you wretch!" Demona snarled at him. "You have no idea how that felt to lose him! But then, you deciding to not join me suits me just fine. There will be more consequences for you until we deem it time to stop."

Brooklyn didn't know how much longer he could bear these tests. He was tired of being miserable, lonely, and in pain. This is not what a second in command should be known for. But after what he had gone through, the red male didn't know if he could even be a leader at this point.

She left him alone after that. He wasn't given any food or water this night as punishment for his words.

Brooklyn could only hold himself and cry. He tried to be strong, but after what he had endured for so long and last night, he didn't have it in him anymore to hold it in.

…

By the next night, Brooklyn was given water but no food. He was also tested again with being forced to walk on hot coals that gave him horrific burns on his feet.

His feet were so sore he couldn't stand up. But his captors forced him to walk on his sore feet. In his cell, Anton had Brook's arms cuffed behind him and his feet were treated with medication and bandages. That was one of the worst punishments he felt he had ever endured, other than forced sex or force feeding.

By the next evening, his feet were healed again too.

…

For three more days, Brooklyn was fasted and had water, but that was it.

One night after that, Brooklyn was tied to a chair and after being shocked by his collar again, a light mask was tied onto his face, over his eyes. Bright lights were shown to his eyes, and it all made him cry out and he kept his eyes closed to prevent himself from going blind.

His vision was incredibly impaired after that when they took it off. It took a while for his vision to fully come back to him.

The humans were nearing the end of their interest in Brooklyn. So was Demona. She wanted that traitorous male out of here. She had what she had needed from him. She didn't want him to find out about the child that was growing in the test tube. In the future, she would teach it that the father was the enemy, as was his clan. She would also take him/her far away from Sevarius once it was born. She just needed Anton until the 'birth,' or rather when it came out of the test tube 'womb.'

The embryo was growing good so far in the test tube artificial womb. It had now made it to the size of a six-week-old embryo.

Demona soon went to Sevarius and told him, "I want Brooklyn taken out of here and destroyed. He's ruined my plans far too much and he'll ruin this one too if he knows of the second baby. But make sure to give him a good painful final lesson too before it's done." She ordered.

"It will be done. We are getting tired of him too." Anton replied evilly. "Since he's of no real further use to us since he can't get pregnant. But then, maybe we could still do that."

"No! I don't want my child anywhere near him! I plan to get him or her ready to destroy the clan." Demona proclaimed.

The men had their orders. It was time. They had guns with them as they went to the cell to get him. The tv was taken out first. Then, Brooklyn was shocked till he was on the floor writhing in pain, holding his throat.

Then his arms were grabbed, and they were cuffed behind him. The two guards held him strong as they transported Brooklyn out of the building. Once outside, it felt good to breathe in the fresh air that he hadn't felt in over three long months. But he didn't get to enjoy it long when he was slammed hard on his back, like right on his spine, making him cry out in pain, falling to his knees.

The men then held him up partway and slammed a gun barrel into his stomach, further winding him. His injured wing was then hit again, causing more injury.

"Oh… please… stop…" Brooklyn begged as he fell to his side, bringing his knees towards his chest.

"That's not going to happen, Monster. This is your final lesson!" The scarred man told him.

Brooklyn looked up sadly at him. So, this was it then. He was gonna die this night.

Then a sledgehammer was brought out and it was brought down onto the middle of Brooklyn's left leg, shattering the bones in there. The red gargoyle yelled in pain. They were really wanting him to be mortified before they did him in.

Then, the men pulled the red male up, making him scream in pain. "Now we're going to take you somewhere where you'll never be found again!" The scarred man proclaimed.

Brooklyn was taken to the transport van and pushed inside roughly. His body hurt everywhere at the moment. He was scared to death right now at what they were going to do to end his life. There were no windows here in the back and he couldn't see where he was being taken.

It was well over a forty-five-minute drive to the docks of where they were going to take him. Brooklyn struggled to free his arms, but he couldn't. Soon, the truck stopped. Brooklyn felt his heart racing in his chest. He knew it wouldn't be beating for much longer if these humans showed him no mercy, which they never had before.

'This is it. I love you guys. My time is up in this world.' Brooklyn thought sadly, ears flattened.

The men came to unload him. He was pulled to his feet roughly, making him cry out on his hurt leg. "Your time is up, you red devil!" The scarred man snarled at him. "Any last words?"

Brooklyn looked at where they were. They were on one of the bridges in the city. It was empty of traffic right now, being so late at night. He saw the raging river down below. They were going to throw him in the river down below!

"Made the assumption, didn't you?" The men on his left arm chuckled at him maliciously.

"No, please, don't do this!" Brooklyn pleaded.

"Oh, sorry, you were fun to torture, but now the time is over. Your time is up." The scarred man mocked him and with the crowbar in his hands, he came up and rammed it into Brooklyn's stomach a final time.

"OH!" It made him fall to his knees; the men let go of him. Nausea welled inside him. He fell to his side. His wing was stepped on, causing more pained cries out of him. There was a crack heard in the already injured wing. His broken leg flared too, turning black.

"Now you're nothing more than a pathetic heap of skin and bones." The other man said.

There were tears in Brooklyn's eyes from his pain and they were glowing from it too. Then one man reached down to unlock the collar on Brooklyn's neck. The red male took that opportunity to bite his arm.

"Why you monster!" The man snarled and one of the other men came up and slammed the gun into Brooklyn's head, knocking him out after a cry of pain.

"Get him into the river!" The scarred man ordered angrily. "I never want to see this demon again!" His arm was bleeding from where he had been bitten. But he also finished getting the e-collar off Brook's neck too. There were burn marks on his throat.

The other two men began dragging the unconscious red gargoyle towards the river for disposal of him. They wanted to see him drown in that cold, polluted river water. The men had thought it fleeting to do this to Brooklyn on his namesake bridge.

From above though, the men didn't see the gliding figures above them. They had heard Brooklyn's screams of pain before he had been knocked out from a distance and came to see what was going on.

It was Angela and Hudson. They saw a red figure on the ground first, then in the men's arms. It was Brooklyn! The men looked like they were going to dump him in the river! That wasn't going to happen on their watches.

Hudson and Angela let loose some angry battle screams as they dived down to save their lost clan mate.

The men were so shocked to see the other gargoyles that they dropped the red one they carried to head to the truck for cover, but they were knocked to the ground, and another was knocked into the truck headfirst, knocked out.

"You dare try to kill our clan member, ye evil vermin?!" Hudson exclaimed.

"That won't happen." Angela stated as she landed. One man tried to take her on, but she tripped him with her tail, knocking him out.

Hudson took out his sword and slashed the gun in one of their hands. Then he pushed that man hard into the truck too, knocking him out as well. All the men were out cold now. Now they could get a good look at their missing second in command.

"Goliath, we found Brooklyn this night." Hudson spoke into his earphone.

"Really? That's great. Get him back to the castle as fast as possible." Goliath ordered on his side.

"We will, Father, but Brooklyn looks in really rough shape." Angela declared.

"Is he alive?" Goliath asked.

Angela could see he was breathing. "Yes, he is, but he's unconscious." She replied.

They both looked him over quickly. Hudson also broke the chains on his arms. "Oh, Brooklyn, ye sure were treated badly." Hudson looked down at him sadly.

"What did they do to him?" Angela asked in concern.

"We'll find out. Let's just hope the lad wakes up." Hudson gently picked up the red male in his arms and they leaped off the side of the bridge to get Brooklyn home. Angela paged Elisa that there were some criminal men who were trying to kill Brooklyn.

Elisa was so enraged at that that she instantly was on her way to arrest those men.

The rest of the clan was notified of Brooklyn having been found and they all headed home. He had been missing for over four months.

Despite his condition at the moment, at least Brooklyn is now out of the evil facility. But there's a ways of recovery ahead for him.