Epilogue

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"What the hell do we have here?" The morgue doctor asked himself aloud.

The paramedics had brought in a few moments ago the body of some unlucky teenager who died of unnatural causes according to the file sheet tapped to his body bag. At first glance there weren't any recognizable contusions, but the chest bones and muscles were missing like a gaping whole in an otherwise immaculate suit and the skin pressed firmly down exposing the spine.

"Alright let's open you up and take a look under the hood shall we?"

He grabbed a surgical saw from his table of many tools, and prepped the body for incision. Putting on his gloves and goggles the doctor switched on the saw hearing it hum to life. Angling the saw just above where the sternum would be, the doctor got ready to cut open the teen's body when someone grabbed his arm.

"I wouldn't be doing that if I were you," his booming voice said before breaking the doctors arm.

The saw clanged to the floor with the blade grinding up sparks as it continued to whir against the tile surface. The doctor clutched his arm screaming for help and backed away from his assailant. He pressed forward forcing the doctor into a corner of the morgue and trapped him there completely defenseless.

Lifting the doctor up by his neck with nothing but brute strength, a simple flex of his fingers crushed it into dust. Flinging the dead doctor across the room he walked back to the teen on the operating table and examined him.

"You've been through quite an ordeal Mr. Reznick, let's see if we can fix you up."

Hovering his hand over the body he turned on his glow, a pure brilliant white that held unstable energy. In a matter of seconds he reconstructed Elliot's chest putting it all back together piece by piece as the bones and muscles reshaped themselves back to their original state. Even his heart grew back into place ready to pump life into the deceased teen.

A moment passed while the assailant waited for Elliot to come back from death's cold grip; although, it wouldn't be the first time that someone decided to stay dead. Suddenly he violently gasped awake sitting up on the table confused to say the least.

Elliot took in his surroundings taking in deep, heavy breaths. "Welcome back to the land of living," the assailant said catching him off guard. "You took a pretty nasty spill young man."

He stood there in a long black cloak with a hood over his head that obscured his face. Elliot sluggishly got up from the table wobbling a little as he tried to regain his balance. Without even needing to think he knew instantly who his mystery savior was; the voice gave it away and there could only be one person with a voice that powerful.

"So do you normally make house calls Master?" Elliot asked jokingly while he searched for his belongings.

"I do when people like you start to ruin all that I've worked for," he stated angrily. "We own you Mr. Reznick and now you must come back with me to face your ultimate judgement."

"Ultimate judgement? I got my ass handed to me by some second rate knock off and now-"

"The Missing Link is not done with you yet and you will answer for all the chaos you've brought onto our organization."

In one swift movement he threw off his cloak and revealed his true identity. Elliot in turn reeled back in surprise hitting the wall like he just seen a ghost. The colour in his face drained away leaving it sickly white making him wonder if this was real or some kind of messed up nightmare.

"That's impossible how can you-you look like..."

"Mr.Reznick it's time we took our leave and discussed things. I have a feeling you won't be missed anytime soon."




So what's happen now? That's the one question Arthur kept coming back too as news of his fight with Elliot swept every station. After everything he went through did he change anything at all?

Honestly nothing changed in his life. Besides that unbelievable power that flowed through his body, he still had no friends, his peers still looked at him in the same way as he sat alone and minded his own business, and things at home were still like they were before.

Even though he faced down his inner most fears to stop someone who tormented his life and caused an unimaginable amounts of suffering to others, that didn't make him any different than he already was. However, that didn't stop those from speculating about seeing people with powers that stood beyond human comprehension.

While some argue that a new kind of being existed among them, others claim it to be a hoax or some kind of publicity stunt to scare the public at large. Either way it made no difference to the real threat out there.

Whatever this cult wanted to do Arthur needed to put a stop to it. These powers were given to him for some reason and maybe he could stop The Missing Link from hurting anyone else. As much as he wished things were different he knew that you couldn't change the past but only look towards the future and what's in front of you right now.

He had nothing to go on to find these guys, no idea how his powers worked, and a pretty much guarantee that he would fuck things up in more ways than one. Sounds like an adventure that needed to be sought through to the end no matter how messed up it could possibly get.

Well that's just another day in the life of Arthur Paragon.

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