The Swan's Song.

Chapter 4

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Doctor Herrick watched as Swan left the room, keeping an eye on the humans backside. Trailing from his butt all the way down to his boots, Herrick noticed that Swan strolled to the door with an ordinary gait.

Herrick let his eyes fall to the humans hips as he opened the door to an obviously impatient General Brixley. His ears perked lightly as he watched Swan's hips flex lightly as if he was rooting himself for a weight lift.

"Finished? Let me show you to your room and then it's chow time." Said Brixley. Herrick heard Swan sigh and then the doberman finally brought his looks to Swan's buttocks.

As the human took a step, Herrick noticed that his gluteus musculature appeared to take the most action as compared to the legs. Even though the pants, Herrick could see the thin build of Swan working.

Herrick leaned back as he watched the human leave through the door, aware of the possible implications his watching might have had on a third party observer.

Herrick did not care about such a thing in this instance, given the facts that there appeared to be no third party overseers and that there currently was something quite peculiar about Swan.

When the door closed and the latch engaged, Herrick sat still for a moment in mental review of everything that Swan had shown him just recently and during his checkup.

Turning to his desk, he pulled out a few pieces of paper in addition to his pen and clipboard, knowing that what he was about to write down was important yet equally not at the same time.

The entry of the checkup into the computer would wait because regardless of Swan's physical and mental conditions, it would always have read the same due to 'outside influences.'

The paper report he was about to write would tell the truth. Herrick had seen Swan divulge the truth, so he would be damned if he wouldn't match it at some point. An action for both of their sake.

"Subject matter of the human referenced only as Swan, Age 19." Herrick let the pen glide across the lines, crafting a scientific physical description of the human. The unimportant parts of the report; Basic and trivial matters.

But moving down the report, Herrick began to write down his most grave concerns and observations regarding everything he could reasonably construe to another person about Swan.

"Extensive damage to both legs, his right arm and right shoulder. Scar tissue representative of professional recovery performed via unknown means." Herrick remembered how Swan's scars had an almost uniform appearance to them.

He wasn't relaying that they were symmetrical on his legs or that they were identical on each side, but that they rarely seemed to curve. Straight lines were chief among the body parts which were scarred.