Thought it would be fun to switch gears and run this from Brooklyn's perspective. A little longer chapter for the long wait. Enjoy!
The sun sank below the horizon forcing the air to shift with the kiss of night. It breathed life into listless stone, causing it to weaken and crack. Brooklyn felt himself awakening from a dreamless existence and shook himself of his daytime skin.
He opened his wings and posed himself for flight. He had no interest in sticking around the clock tower or patrolling the city streets for criminals. He could not shake the human from his thoughts and he felt awful for frightening her the night before. He wanted to talk to her. To see her and touch her soft, white skin.
"Where are you going?" Goliath's powerful voice called out before Brooklyn could drop.
"I have business to attend too," he replied but turned and looked at his leader.
Goliath had his large arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow. "You have gone for the last few nights, what is it that is so important?"
Brooklyn sighed and lowered his wings. "Is there an issue with me going?"
"Nooo. Should there be an issue?"
"Look, I have been, er, working on something. Something very important. When the time is right, I'll explain it to you."
"Can I at least know where it is you're going? I am just concerned about you. We all are concerned, Brooklyn. What if something happened?"
"What is this? I'm not a hatchling." Brooklyn glared.
"I know that. . ." Goliath let out a long sigh. "If you don't want to talk about it, it isn't my business to pry. Enjoy your evening."
Goliath turned and walked off. Brooklyn's hatchery brothers, Broadway and Lexington, eyed him with curiosity.
"I will explain it to you later, okay?" Brooklyn said.
Before they could answer, Brooklyn allowed himself to drop from the building. The wind stung against his face and bare chest. He breathed in the deep smell of twilight and opened his wings. They caught the wind and he felt the freeing sensation of flight as he soared above the rooftops.
He beeline his way to Kelly's apartment and hoped she had left the window open and that she was at home, waiting for him.
He reached her window seal. The curtains were blowing out, indicating an open landing point. Pulling his wings straight back, Brooklyn extended his feet and landed expertly through the narrow opening.
The apartment was dark and looked like there hadn't been movement inside for hours. A half full glass of hot chocolate sat cold on the coffee table. Her laptop was forgotten on the coach. An eerie sensation crept over him as he cautiously rounded the corner towards Kelly's bedroom. He saw a lamp knocked sideways across the doorway and knew that something was not right.
"Kelly?" Brooklyn called out. The apartment did not produce any response and his heart sank.
Spinning on his heels, Brooklyn went to quickly flee from the apartment. He would need to tell the others that she was missing. He would need their help.
A dark figure moved out of the shadows, a gun pointed right at the beast's chest. Brooklyn identified the trade-mark mask of the Illuminati and stopped in his tracks.
"Where is she?!" he growled. A birth of a roar began to build and rumbled out from deep inside of him. The warmth of his glowing rage filled his eyes and he could see more clearly in the dark.
"Oh, your little slut?" the man cooed stepping forward. "We've taken her somewhere safe. Far away from you, monster."
Brooklyn propelled himself forward, his large frame barely fitting through the narrow apartment hallway as he lunged toward the masked man.
An electric buzz filled the air and the gargoyle was struck in the chest with the force of a lighting bolt. He screamed as he felt his muscles tense and release with the current that flowed through him. Dropping to his knees, he tried to bare through the pain that bit to his core. Finally, the current ceased and Brooklyn slumped weakly to the floor.
"Enough voltage to take down an elephant," the masked man said with a chuckle.
Brooklyn glared up at the man but was far too drained to flick his tail let alone muster the energy to attack the man. He watched as the man set down a duffel bag and scrounged through it to find a pair of wrist ties and some nylon electric rope.
"Now, I have no desire to zap you again. . . Well, maybe I have a lot of desire to do that. Actually, watching you wreath in pain makes me hard." The human groped himself as he approached the winged creature. "Unfortunately, I have rules to follow. So I'm going to tie you up with this electric rope and you're going to come peacefully or I'll have to hit a little button I have and send the powers of Zeus through you again."
"Where are we going," the defeated creature croaked.
"Oh, a special place," the man chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone that ran the app that commanded the electric wire. He finished tying up Brooklyn who was still reeling with a fluttering heart and shaking muscles. He tried not to think about what harm had come to Kelly or what they planned on doing with him.
"Is Kelly going to be there?"
The man gave a woeful smile as he gathered the talon hands of the gargoyle and zip tied them together.
"Someone is awfully worried about his little human pet. I hear gargoyles are pretty possessive of their human sex slaves. This little mind control shit you pull on them is pretty fascinating. You had her so confused. One moment she's to her senses and knows you're a monster that is not capable of love. The next she's so hot for you she's in her room just letting her ass rock up and down on her toy thinking about you. It's a shame really. She is a pretty hot piece of ass."
