Down at the Quarrymen HQ, Brooklyn woke from his stone sleep, once again seeing those bars of his prison. Harsh reality slapped him hard in the face at his imprisonment. Plus, he saw Jon there, who waited for him to wake again.

Brooklyn coughed and trembled in fear as Jon just smirked down at him, holding a plate of food such as crackers, soup and such. He felt confused but wary.

"Nice to see you up again, Monster. I'm sure you want this, huh?" He waved the plate about. Brooklyn just glared from how the man handled the delicious looking food. That could settle his stomach for quite a while. The smells of it made him nod, wondering if they would really feed him.

But then, to his disgust and fear; Jon just threw the plate away at the wall. He just couldn't take it that Jon threw the food. It was a waste!

"Forget about eating, Monster. I shan't waste my food on you! That's how worthless you are!" He cackled when rattling the cage. Brooklyn held up his legs for comfort and to keep himself from moving around so much, head feeling so dizzy and sore.

"F-food shouldn't be t-thrown like that..." Brook said in a timid but brave voice. Jon just growled.

"Much you know, Devil. I'll bet your kind in the past threw food about, wasting it!" He said harshly. It wasn't completely true, only when they were young did Brooklyn remember playing a game with a whole piece of ham with Bronx and Lex that terrible night. Broadway had been nearby, eating on his own. It hadn't been wasted though. Bronx had happily eaten it when their game was done. This human just had it in his head that all gargoyles were uncivilized.

"What a-are your plans for me?" He then asked.

Jon smirked. "Like I mentioned earlier; I wish to have some fun with you, then lure in your family to end them all after I show them what became of you from being played with," Jon simply said heartlessly, snickering cruelly. Brooklyn didn't like this at all. He gave a cry and cough of defiance and rage.

"You can do whatever you wish with me. Just leave my family alone!" Brook shouted, tugging at his cuffs, despite his doubts about them coming lingering. Jon just shook his head.

"It is hopeless for you to think about getting loose or getting a cure, and I assure you they will come." Jon said. Brooklyn then felt his eyes burn and heart ache, sweating with fever. "No." He mumbled in a raspy tone. "Dunno if they'll come. Not after what I did..." Jon looked interested.

"What was that now...?" He asked. Brooklyn just huffed at him and looked away.

"Then maybe some of my tests shall get you to soften up to talk about it," taunted Jon, calling out the guards to take Brooklyn to whatever horror was coming.

Two Quarrymen had come, one held a chain in his hands. Brooklyn pushed far back into the bars of his cage, eyes rounding.

"Get away! Don't!" He rasped, his throat feeling terribly sore and scratchy. He didn't know how much longer he could live with this sickness. The guards opened up the cage and uncuffed Brooklyn, putting his hands behind his back, cuffing them again and then making him move forward.

They took him to a strange room where the guards pushed him inside, before though they ended up tying Brooklyn's wings. Brooklyn was quite startled.

"Why did you tie my wings?" He rasped, voice not so strong anymore from his sickness. They didn't reply, just threw Brooklyn into the room with hands still cuffed but brought from behind his back. Brooklyn grunted in pain from it, shaking to clear his head.

In the room were other Quarrymen who looked ready to fight.

Brooklyn trembled, struggling to get to his feet. He felt incredibly weak muscled not to be able to take on these guys since he hadn't fought anybody in so long from his illness.

"I have a special fight just for you, Monster. If you can beat them, I will be willing to treat you to a meal. But should you fail, which you might, then I'm going to have the pleasure to see you starve..." sneered Jon. Brooklyn gulped in fear at seeing them holding different weapons; some with cattle prods, others with a whip, or a branding iron that looked terribly hot.

"Not good..." Brooklyn said fearfully to himself, praying to anybody up there to help him survive, which he needed because his fever had begun to attack him again, right as a Quarryman charged with his cattle prod.

"Oh, and one more thing; no flying or talons allowed, just something to tell you." Jon added in. Brooklyn was dumbstruck. He couldn't fight well without his wings or good arm movement. What was this guy thinking?!

The one Quarrymen charging him tried to strike him in the head to get the best of him, but Brooklyn saw it coming and he managed to dodge out of the way toward the wall. "Whoa!" he cried out.

The Quarrymen were all wearing their suits, as the humans didn't want the gargoyles to know who they were otherwise.

Then the one with the whip stepped in and if he had been up to his full health, Brooklyn could have caught the whip on one of his arms. But not this time. The whip cut into Brook's right shoulder. He cried out in pain.

Brooklyn then moved out of the way, his vision blurring. He just couldn't fight very well like this. There was a little blood coming off his shoulder from the whiplash.

"You really are weak, Monster!" One man exclaimed.

"You're the... real monsters..." Brooklyn said, before coughing. It was hard for him to breathe with this exertion. He just wasn't used to this anymore.

The next man charged at the gargoyle, ready with his hot iron. Brooklyn's vision was still blurry, and he barely saw the man charging in time. "Stay away from me!" he yelled in fear.

The man tried again, and it had Brooklyn side stepping and using his tail to trip the man, making him go sliding into a wall. He remembered what Jon had said. Then, one of the other men with cattle prods came running at him too.

Brook's vision was clear for the moment, but he felt so hot, and he was hungry.

The man swung his cattle prod. Brooklyn dodged it as much as he could but became unsteady on his feet, gasping out when another cattle prod hit his side. He screeched, then coughed. Jon laughed.

"Seems like the mighty Brooklyn is finding it hard to take on my men single handedly. Maybe it is because you're so sick? That's quite fine by me if that's the case."

Brooklyn just growled and tried to ignore him while the men kept on coming and he struggled to ignore his fever. He didn't know how much longer he could hold up, his sickness making his moves sluggish.

One Quarryman noted Brooklyn's tiredness and smirked. "Tired, Monster? Well, allow me to put you to sleep faster..." he mocked, throwing his whip, catching Brooklyn around his throat.

Brooklyn shrieked in pain from the whip latching around his sore throat tight. He withed, trying to pull free, vision spinning and unable to think clearly.

Jon smirked from watching this, satisfaction arising as he saw the gargoyle fall to his knees, then two with a branding iron and cattle prod coming.

"It would seem that my young experiment is getting all tired, huh?"

Brooklyn again ignored his captor but couldn't ignore the pain in his throat trying to take off the whip for it wound tight around him.

He gave out little shrieks when those Quarrymen suddenly struck his sides and belly with their weapons, burning and shocking him. Brooklyn screamed louder then when the poker pushed a bit too much into him, leaving a bad burn mark that could probably worsen his fever.

He snarled up at his enemies, eyes aglow, before some energy came. Grunting Brooklyn grabbed the whip with his cuffed hands, pulling it off finally and throwing the guy away from him.

That however took the last bit of energy he had. Brooklyn moaned when sinking to his knees. The Quarrymen though didn't think he was done yet, ready to pummel the daylights out of their victim. Brooklyn winced, staring at them in fear.

"Please... had... enough..." he begged before coughing badly. Brooklyn shouted from a cattle prod hitting his burn, a fever attack making his belly feel nauseous. Jon chuckled.

"I conclude that you failed, Devil. So no food for you to eat tonight. Nor would we treat your burn. It fits you perfectly. Take him to his cage now, until I need him again."

Brooklyn mumbled disoriently as the guards grasped his arms, taking Brooklyn back into his cage and throwing him in, cuffing the young one's wrists again. This made their victim cry softly from the cuffs squeezing his wrists roughly.

Jon later came in. He grinned sadistically, holding a bowl of broth in his hands. Brooklyn tilted his head in confusion, eyes dulled. He thought he wouldn't be able to eat like the man said.

"This looks delicious, don't it?" Sneered Jon. Brooklyn felt his mouth water. His throat was so dry. He wanted that broth. But Jon shook his head.

"Sorry, since you were unable to beat my men there shall be no food for you." Jon spat, throwing the bowl to the floor, wasting the food again. Brooklyn looked away, wincing. Broadway would hate to see food being used in such a manner. The red one knew he didn't like it.

Jon then knelt, using a knife to hold up Brooklyn's chin. Brooklyn was scared while watching him.

"It amuses me how much this poison softened your motor skills, monster. I can't wait to see what else it will do when we get closer to the big day."

Brooklyn pulled himself away. "I d-don't want to do anymore with you... please let me go..." he begged. Jon shook his head.

"Afraid that won't happen, monster. But please, try and get cozy for now if you can!" He taunted, leaving while laughing.

Brooklyn curled up as much as possible in his cage, keeping his tail close, tears falling, head feeling terrible from his fever. He could still smell the broth on the floor, which Jon didn't bother to clean up, as well as the burn on his side stinging like mad, and blood dripping from the whip lash in his shoulder. He now prayed his family would find it in their hearts to forgive him and bring him home, feeling like this was a punishment he deserved after leaving them.