So would this be considered a songfic? I have no idea. Bullets-Creed. Disclamer: don't own WHR or the song

Look At Me

There was one thing that bothered Amon when on the hunt, it was also one thing he wound not do.

Slowly walking down a deserted street, Amon found himself thinking about it again. There was a crash and he looked up to see someone stumbling onto the street, knocking into trash cans. It was a man, clutching his head in pain.

"I know why you shoot." Amon recalled the words of the past. In this profession, it was often that someone wanted out, but with the knowledge that they had they would be put to death. The STN couldn't afford to have people reveal it's secrets. An encounter with one such case changed him.

"I shoot because I'm ordered to." He had said, with his pistol pointed at the man's head.

"You shoot because I am alive! Because I believe!" The man had smiled and laughed. "And you shoot because you want it!" Amon now shook his head. He was right and I knew it even then. I shot him because I wanted to find my reason to live. He had showed such life that I never felt, and he believed in life when I, as I look around now, feel that everything is fake. If he reached out, he could grab a hold of something real. I can't. The feel of this gun is just as real as a puff of black smoke. I was jealous. I wanted life, so I took his.

Even this witch, Amon thought, taking out his pistol as the man stumbled closer. Will attack me because he wants what I have, sanity and control. And now, here it was. The witch did just what Amon predicted it would, the one thing that bothered him so much.

I had cocked the gun when he shouted it at me. "At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head!" Then I looked up in his crazed eyes and he said to me: "I'm still human, so look at me damn it! Watch me die at your hand!" Amon shuddered at the memory.

The witch picked up a trash bin with his mind and threw it at him, never once looking him in the face, It was something that Amon would never do now, after what had happened. The hunter raised his head to face the witch and ended the hunt.

Avoiding the target's eyes was something he vowed never to do, and yet only a month ago he had done it to Robin. He had been a coward, this next time he would not make that same mistake.

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There was something that Robin found truly amiable about Amon. In their profession, it was hard to find something this way about a co-worker. Or ex- coworker. Robin corrected herself. That thing was that he always looked the target in the face, the eyes. He saw their pain, and accepted his duty. It also gave them a chance at forgiveness, a chance for him to see where they were coming from and maybe for him to change his mind. And now, as she saw a gun appear through the crack of her door, it was her only hope of survival.

The door opened slowly, she prayed to herself that he wouldn't hide there in the shadows.

In Amon came, staring her straight in the eyes and Robin knew now that she would be safe.

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Amon saw into the young girl's eyes. And once again, he saw life, he saw belief. He wanted that. He wanted it so badly. And he could take it, he could take that life that he wanted right then. The gun was pointed directly at her forehead. He felt his finger begin to clench the trigger.

But he couldn't finish it. He saw into those bright green eyes and knew that if he ended it, she would feel pain. And he would also feel that pain. He knew that if he touched her, he would feel. He knew that she was still human, despite her powers.

He wanted to pull her close and hold her because she had the life that he wanted. Maybe this time instead of taking the life he could share it. That life, that belief in life.

Maybe, just maybe she would share that life with him.