Underneath the city, Coldsteel had brought Brooklyn to the old, abandoned science lab, eager to start his experiment on his eventual new body. He really had enjoyed being in Brooklyn's body despite his form being scrawny. But Coldsteel would soon fix that.

He also had hired some goons to work for him as well, finding a small enough cell to place Brooklyn in but not too small. One of the men went to place a chain around Brooklyn's ankle, laying him down on the mattress in the room. Coldsteel would still let him turn to stone for sure, though he was certain that his plans for Brooklyn would wear him to the point where not even stone sleep would work as well as it used to.

Coldsteel gazed down at his future body, grinning sadistically, a hand on Brooklyn's scrawny stomach. "I'm so thrilled I have you back. You will soon be fattened up enough for me to soul transfer into your pathetic form." He soon left the cell to allow Brooklyn to wake up on his own.

...

Hudson had been worrying and waiting for Brooklyn since their talk and when he left to track down Coldsteel, afraid that Brooklyn must've gotten into trouble somewhere, hoping he would return alive. So far none of the other clan knew of his disappearance or capture. He figured that telling Goliath about what Brooklyn had been feeling lately would just spark more heat in the clan.

You'll have to tell them soon. This can't remain your secret forever, Hudson thought to himself while they returned from patrol. Goliath was looking irritated that Brooklyn hadn't come back. "Hudson, you said he will be back before us," he told the elder, who looked down.

"The lad did really need some time to himself, Goliath, since he's been given the cold shoulder a lot. But I'm sure he'll find a place to roost."

Goliath growled. "Well, his sulking will have to stop soon. He is losing focus on what it means to be a part of this clan and to be the next leader." He snapped, making Broadway and Lex look at one another in worry and guilt.

Lex had been pretty much avoiding Brooklyn since the night his red brother was under Coldsteel's control had knocked him out and Broadway still had that guilt eat away in his veins, hoping Brooklyn would soon come back for them to make amends.

Bronx came up, whining, nuzzling him. He petted the gar dog. "I know, I miss him as well," he said sadly, while the clan took their poses to turn to stone for the day. Elisa had promised she would keep her eyes open for Brooklyn's statue.

...

After Brooklyn had turned to stone, it had healed him of being unconscious, waking up the next night in that small cell. Brooklyn roared, stretching in the way he usually did, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, only to see bars in front of him, gasping in shock when recalling yesterday's events, chasing down Coldsteel, nearly capturing him, then himself winding up being the hostage.

Brooklyn jumped to his feet, hearing the rattling of a chain he saw now hooked to his ankle. He growled, tugging at it to take it off so he could break out, but it was no good. The red gargoyle studied the room around him, which felt rather small. Plus, there were no windows, which made it all the more confining.

He could see a toilet there along with his mattress, but those were the only things with him in the room. Brooklyn didn't know what Coldsteel wanted from him, but he was certain it wasn't going to be good. Brook went over to touch the bars. But when he did it zapped his hand, making him pull back.

"I advise not to touch the bars, unless you wish to end up being a crispy gargoyle," mocked that bone chilling menacing male voice. Brooklyn swallowed but growled when seeing his captor, Coldsteel.

That robot gargoyle gave off a cruel laugh, folding his arms, making Brooklyn's eyes glow. "Let me out of here so I can rip your head off!" He snapped viciously, getting careless and punching the bars, making Brooklyn shriek in pain, collapsing back on his bottom.

Coldsteel shook his head. "Just as temperamental as Goliath. But I shall soon take care of that. You will be mine for a long time, little Brooklyn. For I told you all I would be back..." purred the cyborg, Brooklyn backing up a little towards the wall. This wasn't in his plan to be held prisoner!

"You won't get away with this!" He roared, but his captor just leered down at him.

"Get cozy, Brooklyn, for I shall see you soon..." He taunted, leaving Brooklyn alone in the isolated cell, Brooklyn feeling his body shaking badly from what was going on with him.

But now that he was alone, he felt his anger subside, feeling his eyes moisten slightly but didn't break down in tears. The red gargoyle knew this situation was bad, though in his heart he knew he couldn't show Coldsteel any weakness, staring around at his no window cell. It really wasn't so big, which gave him a little bit of discomfort, hugging his arms and sitting down to settle down his fast-beating heart, hoping some kind of relief would come for him soon.