Prolouge:
Amon stood looking around the dark room, barely able to see in front of his own face. Not that it mattered, since there was nothing else in the area besides him. His shaggy, black hair swayed along with the movements of his head.
What's going on? What am I doing here? He thought to himself helplessly as he slowly turned in a circle. Everywhere around him, all he could hear was silence. Nothing but silence.
Amon's face twisted into a scowl as he did another circle, trying to get his bearings.
"Damn, this is useless." He said to himself as he shoved his gloved hands into the deep pockets of his black trenchcoat. "I would as soon begin wearing pink socks before I ever find anything in this place... let alone a way out."
Sighing, Amon looked up at the darkness above him. It was then he noticed some strange birdlike creatures flying in a tight circle far above his head. Wondering if this could get any stranger, Amon lowered his gaze from the abnormal birds. He gasped when he saw a young woman standing in a bright light similar to the one he himself was placed in. Her back was turned so he couldn't see her face, but the hairstyle she wore was unmistakable.
"Robin..." Amon breathed. Apparently hearing her name being said, Robin turned around to face her old partner. She looked just as Amon remembered, except slightly older in appearence. She still wore that same long, black dress that she had worn on missions when she worked for the STN-J. Strangely, she also had her glasses on.
The two of them simply stared at one another; niether one daring to speak. It was Amon who took the first step. Slowly, he began to walk towards her. Robin stood still, as if waiting. So far, she hadn't said a word.
Amon felt himself come to a stop about eight feet away from her. Once again, they stared into each other's eyes, as if daring one another to do or say something. Amon suddenly felt his hand moving around on its own accord. He felt his fingers close around something solid. He gasped when he realized it was his gun.
Rasing the weapon without meaning to, Amon quickly realized that whatever force was driving him to do this, wanted him to shoot Robin. Robin, however, didn't seem to be in any hurry to move out of the way; though it was clear that her eyes had narrowed.
Amon's hand began shaking as he continued to keep his gun pointed at Robin's breast. His breathing was beginning to quicken and his heart rate sped up dramatically.
"Robin, move!" He shouted at the young woman, who seemed not to have heard.
Getting desperate, Amon used his other hand to try and bring down the arm holding the gun. That didn't work, either.
"Damnit, Robin! Get the hell out of the way!" Amon shouted, feeling his finger beginning to pull the trigger. Once again, Robin seemed oblivious to his cries. Tears began pouring out of Amon's eyes, blinding his already blurred vision. A gunshot rang out, becoming muffled when it hit something solid.
Amon opened his eyes, not realizing he had even closed them. Silence had once again ingulfed the area around him. The only sound that could be heard were the painful gasps of Robin trying her best to breathe. Amon had hit her square in the chest. A large, bloody hole had appeared where flesh and bone once were.
Closing her eyes, Robin fell foreward onto her knees. Her glasses flew off the bridge of her nose and landed with a tinkling sound on to the floor.
Dropping his gun with a heavy, metalic thud, Amon rushed foreward and caught Robin in his waiting arms. He felt her relax against him, but her breathing was still irregular. Turning her over so that he could see her face, Amon brushed some of her hair away.
"Robin?" He asked quietly, yet firmly. The young girl opened her emerald eyes and looked up at him. She mouthed his name, as if she had lost the ability to speak. Amon frowned, looking just as serious as ever.
"Why didn't you move? Why didn't you listen to me?" He asked sharply, waiting for her answer. Robin's mouth moved, yet no words came out. All that Amon could hear was silence. And yet he understood every word she had said (or hadn't said).
"That doesn't mean you couldn't have move. Where are your priorities?" He demanded loudly. Robin just stared up at him through dulled eyes; her gaze was flicking back and forth across his face, as if searching for something. She then mouthed to him that she was sorry. Amon grunted stubbornly, telling her that she didn't need to apologize. Robin nodded her head once; blinking as she did so. She then mouthed a question that caused him to gasp quietly. Amon then smirked, something that was very much out of his character.
"Why would I? Besides, you were the only one who could get under my skin." He told her. Robin smiled timidly, raising a paled hand to brush away some hair away from his face. Her mouth began moving again, asking another question. Amon gently leaned in to her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. He reopened them before answering.
"I think you are a very bright person. Quiet, inquisitive, kind... and a damn good hunter." He said, his smirk growing wider. Robin's smile widened as well. Her hand dropped away from Amon's face and landed heavily on the ground beside her. She began to speak again, this time Amon could hear the words perfectly and clearly.
"Good-bye, Amon." She whispered. Amon's smirk quickly turned upside down into a frown.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. Robin gazed up at him and opened her mouth as if she were about to answer. She stopped, however, when the strange birds from above began to one-by-one burst into flame. Amon noticed it as well and gave her a raised eyebrow. Robin just smiled and closed her eyes.
Within moments, her body had began to horribly change shape. Amon quickly drew his arms away from the writhing mass of 'what-ever-it-was' and fell back on his rump. Groaning in personal pain, he watched as what was once Robin become one of the wicked-looking buzzards. Giving Amon a last look with its beady, red eyes, the animal took flight.
Amon watched helplessly as the bird burst into flame just as the others had. His eyes gazed upwards as a lone, black feather floated down to him. It landed softly at his feet.
"Robin..." He whispered to himself, bending down to pick of the lonesome object. It was still warm from the flames.
"Robin." Amon whispered again, feeling the tears prickling at the edge of his eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
Amon stood looking around the dark room, barely able to see in front of his own face. Not that it mattered, since there was nothing else in the area besides him. His shaggy, black hair swayed along with the movements of his head.
What's going on? What am I doing here? He thought to himself helplessly as he slowly turned in a circle. Everywhere around him, all he could hear was silence. Nothing but silence.
Amon's face twisted into a scowl as he did another circle, trying to get his bearings.
"Damn, this is useless." He said to himself as he shoved his gloved hands into the deep pockets of his black trenchcoat. "I would as soon begin wearing pink socks before I ever find anything in this place... let alone a way out."
Sighing, Amon looked up at the darkness above him. It was then he noticed some strange birdlike creatures flying in a tight circle far above his head. Wondering if this could get any stranger, Amon lowered his gaze from the abnormal birds. He gasped when he saw a young woman standing in a bright light similar to the one he himself was placed in. Her back was turned so he couldn't see her face, but the hairstyle she wore was unmistakable.
"Robin..." Amon breathed. Apparently hearing her name being said, Robin turned around to face her old partner. She looked just as Amon remembered, except slightly older in appearence. She still wore that same long, black dress that she had worn on missions when she worked for the STN-J. Strangely, she also had her glasses on.
The two of them simply stared at one another; niether one daring to speak. It was Amon who took the first step. Slowly, he began to walk towards her. Robin stood still, as if waiting. So far, she hadn't said a word.
Amon felt himself come to a stop about eight feet away from her. Once again, they stared into each other's eyes, as if daring one another to do or say something. Amon suddenly felt his hand moving around on its own accord. He felt his fingers close around something solid. He gasped when he realized it was his gun.
Rasing the weapon without meaning to, Amon quickly realized that whatever force was driving him to do this, wanted him to shoot Robin. Robin, however, didn't seem to be in any hurry to move out of the way; though it was clear that her eyes had narrowed.
Amon's hand began shaking as he continued to keep his gun pointed at Robin's breast. His breathing was beginning to quicken and his heart rate sped up dramatically.
"Robin, move!" He shouted at the young woman, who seemed not to have heard.
Getting desperate, Amon used his other hand to try and bring down the arm holding the gun. That didn't work, either.
"Damnit, Robin! Get the hell out of the way!" Amon shouted, feeling his finger beginning to pull the trigger. Once again, Robin seemed oblivious to his cries. Tears began pouring out of Amon's eyes, blinding his already blurred vision. A gunshot rang out, becoming muffled when it hit something solid.
Amon opened his eyes, not realizing he had even closed them. Silence had once again ingulfed the area around him. The only sound that could be heard were the painful gasps of Robin trying her best to breathe. Amon had hit her square in the chest. A large, bloody hole had appeared where flesh and bone once were.
Closing her eyes, Robin fell foreward onto her knees. Her glasses flew off the bridge of her nose and landed with a tinkling sound on to the floor.
Dropping his gun with a heavy, metalic thud, Amon rushed foreward and caught Robin in his waiting arms. He felt her relax against him, but her breathing was still irregular. Turning her over so that he could see her face, Amon brushed some of her hair away.
"Robin?" He asked quietly, yet firmly. The young girl opened her emerald eyes and looked up at him. She mouthed his name, as if she had lost the ability to speak. Amon frowned, looking just as serious as ever.
"Why didn't you move? Why didn't you listen to me?" He asked sharply, waiting for her answer. Robin's mouth moved, yet no words came out. All that Amon could hear was silence. And yet he understood every word she had said (or hadn't said).
"That doesn't mean you couldn't have move. Where are your priorities?" He demanded loudly. Robin just stared up at him through dulled eyes; her gaze was flicking back and forth across his face, as if searching for something. She then mouthed to him that she was sorry. Amon grunted stubbornly, telling her that she didn't need to apologize. Robin nodded her head once; blinking as she did so. She then mouthed a question that caused him to gasp quietly. Amon then smirked, something that was very much out of his character.
"Why would I? Besides, you were the only one who could get under my skin." He told her. Robin smiled timidly, raising a paled hand to brush away some hair away from his face. Her mouth began moving again, asking another question. Amon gently leaned in to her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. He reopened them before answering.
"I think you are a very bright person. Quiet, inquisitive, kind... and a damn good hunter." He said, his smirk growing wider. Robin's smile widened as well. Her hand dropped away from Amon's face and landed heavily on the ground beside her. She began to speak again, this time Amon could hear the words perfectly and clearly.
"Good-bye, Amon." She whispered. Amon's smirk quickly turned upside down into a frown.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. Robin gazed up at him and opened her mouth as if she were about to answer. She stopped, however, when the strange birds from above began to one-by-one burst into flame. Amon noticed it as well and gave her a raised eyebrow. Robin just smiled and closed her eyes.
Within moments, her body had began to horribly change shape. Amon quickly drew his arms away from the writhing mass of 'what-ever-it-was' and fell back on his rump. Groaning in personal pain, he watched as what was once Robin become one of the wicked-looking buzzards. Giving Amon a last look with its beady, red eyes, the animal took flight.
Amon watched helplessly as the bird burst into flame just as the others had. His eyes gazed upwards as a lone, black feather floated down to him. It landed softly at his feet.
"Robin..." He whispered to himself, bending down to pick of the lonesome object. It was still warm from the flames.
"Robin." Amon whispered again, feeling the tears prickling at the edge of his eyes.
"I'm sorry..."