The Choice
Amon got back into his car. He just finished looking in an abandoned hotel for anything that looked like Robin was recently there. Nothing. If she was there. She was good at · · Times New Roman Ð °
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"There is a very small line between innocent and guilty, and Robin is balancing on it..." Amon read out loud to himself off the screen. It was a quote Solomon had said while talking about robin.
"He wants to kill her because he feels... threatened?" Amon looked at the screen. Plans of how Solomon wants to use Robin as a test subject to create more powerful orbo. Amon leaned back in his chair, looking at the diagrams of the experiments and the effects of the new orbo. He scrolled down and saw a list of hunted witches, dating back almost 20 years. He scrolled, looking to see if he could find a 'wanted list'. He didn't find the wanted list, but when he saw the name of a witch his heart stopped. He clicked the link and saw an image of a beautiful woman with long red hair and deep green eyes. He studied her image long and hard then he scrolled.
"Name, Raven..." Amon read to himself.
"Family, deceased husband and two sons...Nagira and Amon..." Amon stared wide-eyes at the screen. Solomon had used his mother to create a new form of orbo. The orbo they were using in their guns now.
"This file... is fake." Amon looked down at the folder which was open and had the photographs and information sheets. He closed the folder, and tossed it into his fire place, which was next to his table.
"Now the only thing to do is find out the truth..." Amon began as he left the room, he was holding his head as he did. Something was wrong, false and he didn't know what. But he needed to know.
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The Choice
Amon got back into his car. He just finished looking in an abandoned hotel for anything that looked like Robin was recently there. Nothing. If she was there. She was good at hiding it and covering up.
"She's a real hunter. This hunt is going to be hard. Hunting a hunter." Amon couldn't help but smirk. Robin was an excellent hunter. So catching her will be hard. Hunters are always one step ahead. And if your hunting a hunter, you will never be on the same step. Driving toward his home, Amon's cell phone rang and it was Nagira. He was being released from the hospital and needed a favor.
"I know, I'm a pin, but I need a ride to the downtown bank where my car is and I'm not suppose to do much walking." Nagira's voice came over Amon's cell phone.
"Call your girlfriend." Amon said coldly.
"Amon..." Nagira sounded stressed. But Amon didn't care. He didn't like his older half brother and he wasn't about to give him a ride home from the hospital. Amon said one last thing on the lines of a rude good-bye and hung up. Amon continued drive towards his house. He had just heard something from Michael about a new lead on robin and he thought he would check it out himself. He did, and found nothing. So he gave up and decided to head home. Something was bothering him. There was something on his mind that was starting to drive him nuts. It had been four months since the factory fell and he couldn't get her off his mind.
"Was Robin really created to destroy?" Amon thought to himself as he continued to drive through the darkened streets.
"Something doesn't seem right." Amon said to himself as he typed fast on his laptop at home.
"Julliano said robin was born of his daughter Maria, but if she was born, then she is wasn't completely created." Amon continued to type, looking for answers. He stopped typing and stared at the screen. There in front of him were the real photographs of robin. She was playing happily with her friends in Italy, she wasn't destroying anything.
"There is a very small line between innocent and guilty, and Robin is balancing on it..." Amon read out loud to himself off the screen. It was a quote Solomon had said while talking about robin.
"He wants to kill her because he feels... threatened?" Amon looked at the screen. Plans of how Solomon wants to use Robin as a test subject to create more powerful orbo. Amon leaned back in his chair, looking at the diagrams of the experiments and the effects of the new orbo. He scrolled down and saw a list of hunted witches, dating back almost 20 years. He scrolled, looking to see if he could find a 'wanted list'. He didn't find the wanted list, but when he saw the name of a witch his heart stopped. He clicked the link and saw an image of a beautiful woman with long red hair and deep green eyes. He studied her image long and hard then he scrolled.
"Name, Raven..." Amon read to himself.
"Family, deceased husband and two sons...Nagira and Amon..." Amon stared wide-eyes at the screen. Solomon had used his mother to create a new form of orbo. The orbo they were using in their guns now.
"This file... is fake." Amon looked down at the folder which was open and had the photographs and information sheets. He closed the folder, and tossed it into his fire place, which was next to his table.
"Now the only thing to do is find out the truth..." Amon began as he left the room, he was holding his head as he did. Something was wrong, false and he didn't know what. But he needed to know.
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