Chapter 2: Bloodied Wings and Golden Eyes

She was thankful that no one was in the elevator when they entered the apartment building. She had taken off her coat and put it around the boy's shoulders to keep him warm. She leaned over to press the number of her floor and looked back at the boy.
He was breathing softly and had a small amount of sweat running down his face. The elevator made a dinging noise when they finally reached the floor, they exited and she walked him to her apartment.
'Hm, the doors locked. Terry must not be home yet.'
She put her key in the slot and opened the door. When she got inside, she walked over to couch and placed the boy there. The girl stretched her arms and went into the bathroom and emerged few minutes later with a First-Aid kit.

She knelt down beside the boy and put a cold compress on his forehead. She then lifted up his shirt to see how badly he was injured. He had a few cuts that were bleeding, but he wasn't too bad. She had turned on a light to see a little better and then reached into the kit and held a pair of tweezers with a cotton ball with iodine on it and brought it close to the more serious looking cuts. The cotton ball touched the cut, which was followed by a scream and the girl jolted her head to see the boy sit up in a flash and knocked down the light. When he jumped off the couch, she turned her head away in case he hit her in surprise, but when she looked back, she looked in shock.

The boy seemed to increase in size. Since the light was knocked over she couldn't tell by first glance, but when she looked again, the light of the moon and the streetlamps coming through the open window made everything clear.
His eyes where clear, scared, but clear. They were a golden color and the look on his face was a mixture of confusion and fear. It wasn't the way he looked emotion-wise was what startled her, but was the way he actually looked.
On his back, covered in blood, were a large pair of wings and his right arm was covered in metal and it didn't help her that he was holding a scalpel that he grabbed from the First-Aid kit, in his hand, pointed directly at her!
Her mouth struggled to say something, but then she found the words that it wanted to say,
"W-Wings? What are you?"
The boy looked at her, lowered the scalpel and fainted onto the floor!