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'I really should of taken it earlier. Now they'll get "disturbed".' She thought gloomily, a cold dark room surrounding her. With out her stare leaving the wall a pale hand reached down to open the bottom drawer. The ancient desk drawer did not resist much for the frail arm pulling at it. She drew out a syringe and a small bottle, as she brought them up the liquid sloshed in its small container.
"Hello? Are you ready? Come down now!" Her stare settled again on the bottle now placed directly in front of her. It seemed to loom large in her vision; it encompassed everything. "Did you hear me? Come here now!"
The scream grew louder, yet she did not move; blank eyes fixed on the desktop in front of her.
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It was a normal day at Raven's flat. The sound of keys taping reverberated around the room. Robin looked out the window at the snow clogging the land. Her attention was locked until she heard a stern voice.
"Robin." She turned quickly to see the cold and annoyed face of her superior, Amon. "Well? Have you gotten anything on any new witches?"
"Ummm..."she visibly reddened, Amon had not only caught her with out doing her assigned work, he had found her staring out the window.
"I'll take that as a no." He said walking away. He moved over to Michael who told him there were no witches. Robin couldn't hear them but it was evident in Amon's demeanor.
The day passed uneventful until after they all had returned from lunch. The group was lounging when a phone call interrupted their perfectly boring bliss.
They all sat up alert as Michael leaned over to answer it. "Hello?" Emotions flitted over his face until a look of knowledge stayed. "Amon it's for you." He said as he held it out for Amon to reach.
Amon slowly stood up and picked up the phone; all eyes locked on him. He nodded and looked around giving everyone warning glances; he wanted this to be as private as possible. Robin simply turned around and continued to stare at the falling snow. After what seemed like two hours she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whipped around to see Amon's face again. "Let's go" He said simply and turned to go. She stared at his retreating back until it finally registered. She hurried over to the elevator as everyone stared at them leaving. She looked at him for answers in the elevator, yet his eyes yielded none. Robin scowled in response and turned to look at the doors.
What's going on? (I don't know)(I'm making this up as I go along.)
^0^ Ha! This is really short but oh well! I'm abandoning my other story for a moment.......don't yell at me!!! Kinda creepy, ne? There might be some Japanese, but it won't be major, no worries. If you haven't figured it out yet: 'italics'- thinking, "italics"-talking in the distance,
"Normal"-just people talking.
'I really should of taken it earlier. Now they'll get "disturbed".' She thought gloomily, a cold dark room surrounding her. With out her stare leaving the wall a pale hand reached down to open the bottom drawer. The ancient desk drawer did not resist much for the frail arm pulling at it. She drew out a syringe and a small bottle, as she brought them up the liquid sloshed in its small container.
"Hello? Are you ready? Come down now!" Her stare settled again on the bottle now placed directly in front of her. It seemed to loom large in her vision; it encompassed everything. "Did you hear me? Come here now!"
The scream grew louder, yet she did not move; blank eyes fixed on the desktop in front of her.
*********
It was a normal day at Raven's flat. The sound of keys taping reverberated around the room. Robin looked out the window at the snow clogging the land. Her attention was locked until she heard a stern voice.
"Robin." She turned quickly to see the cold and annoyed face of her superior, Amon. "Well? Have you gotten anything on any new witches?"
"Ummm..."she visibly reddened, Amon had not only caught her with out doing her assigned work, he had found her staring out the window.
"I'll take that as a no." He said walking away. He moved over to Michael who told him there were no witches. Robin couldn't hear them but it was evident in Amon's demeanor.
The day passed uneventful until after they all had returned from lunch. The group was lounging when a phone call interrupted their perfectly boring bliss.
They all sat up alert as Michael leaned over to answer it. "Hello?" Emotions flitted over his face until a look of knowledge stayed. "Amon it's for you." He said as he held it out for Amon to reach.
Amon slowly stood up and picked up the phone; all eyes locked on him. He nodded and looked around giving everyone warning glances; he wanted this to be as private as possible. Robin simply turned around and continued to stare at the falling snow. After what seemed like two hours she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whipped around to see Amon's face again. "Let's go" He said simply and turned to go. She stared at his retreating back until it finally registered. She hurried over to the elevator as everyone stared at them leaving. She looked at him for answers in the elevator, yet his eyes yielded none. Robin scowled in response and turned to look at the doors.
What's going on? (I don't know)(I'm making this up as I go along.)
^0^ Ha! This is really short but oh well! I'm abandoning my other story for a moment.......don't yell at me!!! Kinda creepy, ne? There might be some Japanese, but it won't be major, no worries. If you haven't figured it out yet: 'italics'- thinking, "italics"-talking in the distance,
"Normal"-just people talking.
