Vanquisher of 13 (Story 2 Continued)

The bird crushed Keith's arm quickly, but not painlessly. At first it felt like a sledgehammer, with a knife attached to it, had slammed down with all its might. His arm was broken, no doubt about that, but he could not feel sorry for himself.
The bird raised its head in preparation to bring it down onto Keith's neck. Keith, of all things he could do, smiled. He grinned from ear to her. He reacted in such a way because just behind the bird he saw some official looking man pointing a firearm at it.
Keith heard no gun shot, nor saw any wound, but all the same the bird collapsed. This revealed that the holder of the weapon, was not actually holding a weapon, but some sort of electronic device. At the end it was pulsing white, and so was a "13" on the side of the birds head.
On closer inspection, the bird was not actually dead; its chest was slowly rising and lowering. Its vanquisher pointed his device at it once again. After that, it got up and followed him obediently out of the door.
"Wait, who are you?" Keith stood up and asked.
He sounded mechanical. "You may not know," he said and left. Keith was too tired to follow him. His arm suddenly became more painful. He sat down at a nearby chair, and waited for the paramedics he knew would have been called.
He looked around at the wrecked room. Misty had left, and so he was alone.

The End