The Flight of Aires

by AirPen

Aires has been betrayed by the ones he loved, thrown into a world that wants him dead or captured. The Flock are close behind but are they fast enough to save Aires and the world he is destined to destroy? Set after MR4, please R&R.

11. Epilogue

Epilogue

"This is case number 121JB." The doctor murmured into the microphone on the lapel of her jacket. "Subject name: Aires King. 14 years of age, white, British. Cause of death is a gunshot wound to the base of the skull which severed the spinal cord. Death was instantaneous." She sighed and brushed back some hair off the boy's dead face.
"Autopsy authorised by Her Majesty's Secret Service to ascertain clues which will lead to arrest of guilty party."
She slipped on a set of latex gloves and reached beneath the bodies back, her fingers brushed his wings and she shivered. She had offered to take this assignment but now she wondered why.
"You must have been some flyer kid." She gently opened one wing and examined it. Blood had stained the top feathers crimson and they stuck together in clumps, the entire wing couldn't fit in the room. She replaced the unnatural limb and turned her attention to the rest of the body. "Broken collar bone, various grazes to the chest and arms." Her hand traced around his blackened lips. "Evidence of smoke inhalation." She moved round to the back of the boy's head and felt the tiny entrance wound at the base of his skull. "No exit wound, the bullet must be lodged in the neck or spine."
She reached over and picked the tweezers from the tray. "Retrieving the bullet." She reached under the body's head and with a hard tug she pulled the squashed round from Aires' spinal column. "5.56 calibre, constant with the L98 A2 rifles used in the assault." She turned her back to the body and dropped the squashed bullet into an evidence bag.
Crack
The doctor froze. Then looked over her shoulder at the body.
"No way." She walked back up to the table and stared at the body, resting a hand on the previously broken collar bone. The bulge in the skin had vanished, like it had never been there. Across the boy's chest, wounds were closing and knitting back together. His neck twisted suddenly and the doctor yelped in fright as the body bucked and shook on the table, sending the trolley flying along with surgical tools and evidence. His hair stood on end and his mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling in his sockets like roulette balls beneath flickering lids.
His lungs filled with air and he sat bolt upright as if electrocuted, panting heavily as he sat shivering on the table and looking around with wide frightened eyes.

He was alive!

The Flight of Aires will continue in one month under the new story:

The Flight of Aires: Avenging Angel