MONSTRUMOLOGIST
I REGRET AND OWN NOTHING!
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Amon was Irritated...it had only been one week since his triumph at the pro-bending
arena...And everything was falling apart. Seemingly overnight 3/4th's of the entire equalist
movement disappeared without a trace. And that included all of his top lieutenants and hiroshi!
Thankfully, one of his best informants saw one of his missing lieutants enter some
place...what was it called again?...ah, yes "The Winter Quay"...Amon gave the place in
question a look...seemed like your run of the mill run-down hotel's. After ordering some of his
men to stay outside and keep their escape route secure. Amon and a contingent of his
remaining thugs calmly walked into the empty reception area. One of the goons rifled through
the guest book, and quickly turned to amon. "Hey, boss! A lot of our guys are listed here!"
Amon quickly snatched it up to read and then turned pale...his name was in here! Not his
current name...but his original name: Noatak, room 62B. Quickly, he ordered half his group
to stand guard downstairs while the rest went with him upstairs. Quickly, he found room 62B.
Ordering his men to stay outside, he went in...And lying in a bed was the wizened body of his
father! Desperately trying to keep the shock off his face, he quickly calmed himself. This
couldn't be his father...he died of natural causes long ago...He'd confirmed it himself!
The old man coughed..."t-they'll be coming for you"...Amon glared. "Who are you?" The old
man gave him a sad smile..."I-i'm you"...The old man trailed off as he took his last breath...
Before Amon could process this, he heared his men scream from outside. He ran back out into
the what he saw there horrified...and confused him. The floor was covered with
the mangled bodies of his men...but there was no one around...except for some weird looking
statues that he was fairly certain that weren't there a minute ago. And that's when Amon made his greatest and final mistake. He blinked...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
also, could someone contact the deviant artist Markmak or show me how to contact him? I'd like to talk to him, but the computer won't let me comment on my deviantart account.
Also don't forget to give a shout out to my mom's birthday story on my page!
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