i dont own whr, duh.
a/n: heh, i cant say it enough, i love you guys.
yay, we're over 50 reviews, never had that happen before. not that it really matters but im just really suprised.
attempt 20 [holy crap!]
Chapter 18-
Amon felt the power surging through his veins as he lay there. It raced from his head to his toes, and then back again. His breathing was shallow as he tried to concentrate on the sensation and take hold. If only he could grab onto it, then he would know. He would understand his power, maybe even learn to wield it. But no, it slipped through his grasp again. What would he do when it finally emerged?
Would he be able to handle it?
Would it destroy him? Consume him, heart and soul?
The ceiling fan rotated above him, he had been gazing up at it ever since he had regained consciousness. The cool breeze ruffled his hair against his pale skin, and he wondered for a fleeting moment how Robin was. What she was doing, who she was with, what she was feeling. He often wondered these things, even before, when they were hunters, partners. But they were things he would never know the answer to, simply because he would never ask.
He was simply unable to open himself up that way.
Still, he felt rather strange. Emotions and raw energy flowed within him. His thoughts automatically turned to his mother, and his father. If SOLOMON didnt exist where would he be now? Would his powers have awakened long before this? Would he still be so afraid of himself if his parents were around to guide him?
He didnt know, and again it was another thing he'd never know the answer to.
The past was the past, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
'The future is all we have. Therefore, you must treasure it. If you want something, dont hold back. Reach for it, grasp it in your hands, make it your own.'
The words drifted through Amon's brain, but he couldnt remember where they came from exactly. His mother perhaps? She had always been full of funny sayings, but she had always known exactly the right thing to say to ease his mind. She and she alone had calmed him, she had made him feel safe, happy. Until they took her away. Until her power consumed her and she became someone else, someone he didnt know...
His world had been so cold after that. So dark and bleak. Tokou hadnt thawed him out any, none of his lovers had. They had simply helped him pass the time. He had resigned himself to that life. A life of darkness, hunting, killing, and nothing more. He was a born hunter, they had conditioned him for this. SOLOMON had made him the man he was. There was nothing he could do to change that.
Until she came along.
The girl with the funny hair, and old-fashioned clothes. The one who had never asked anything of him except for his friendship, yet she didnt force him. Everyone always wanted something from him, and yet he couldnt recall having any real friends. She was just as alone as he was, and yet they were different. Different and yet they worked so very well together. Darkness and light. Fire and Ice. Frik and Frak. Whatever, you get the idea.
How ...odd.
She too was alone, and yet she didnt dwell on it. Robin embraced life with open arms, welcomed it with a smile, and never held back. She always did what she believed to be right. He just hoped that hadnt changed. He couldnt bear to think of her as a heartless killer. A real witch.
Amon closed his eyes for a moment. The fan was making him dizzy but he knew it was a side-effect of the painkillers they had given him.
His wounds ached. Inside and out.
Would he be able to kill her if she had changed? No. Maybe. Yes. If she had been swept away in her powers, if she began killing solely for her own pleasure than yes, he would take her life.
Witches must be hunted.
Would he too, be hunted one day? Would these roles someday be reversed?
'What is my power?' He wondered. It had yet to manifest itself, but he still felt it growing, building inside of him, slowly. Soon enough it would appear, and he knew he would be helpless against it. He would not be able to control himself or his power.
He absolutely hated being helpless. He hated not being in control. He hated being out of the loop.
He hated being away from his parnter.
What exactly had the attack on the STN-J been about anyway? He still had yet to find that out. They were keeping him confined to this damned hospital bed like a kripple! He couldnt even go to the bathroom without someone finding out about it, and wanting to know the exact outcome.
All this for a few bruises, and a couple flesh wounds.
Of course, the soldiers hadnt been exactly gentle with him either. After successfully taking him down, they had beat him severely. He had only lost consciousness after he was sure that Robin was safe.
He had just known she was out of harm's way. He didnt know how, but he was positive she was alright.
'I wonder what she thinks of Nagura...' he wondered, finally opening his eyes. 'Maybe I'll ask her, if I ever see her again.'
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a/n: sorry, sad musak is not a good thing to listen to when writing. although it did get the creative juices flowing.
a/n: heh, i cant say it enough, i love you guys.
yay, we're over 50 reviews, never had that happen before. not that it really matters but im just really suprised.
attempt 20 [holy crap!]
Chapter 18-
Amon felt the power surging through his veins as he lay there. It raced from his head to his toes, and then back again. His breathing was shallow as he tried to concentrate on the sensation and take hold. If only he could grab onto it, then he would know. He would understand his power, maybe even learn to wield it. But no, it slipped through his grasp again. What would he do when it finally emerged?
Would he be able to handle it?
Would it destroy him? Consume him, heart and soul?
The ceiling fan rotated above him, he had been gazing up at it ever since he had regained consciousness. The cool breeze ruffled his hair against his pale skin, and he wondered for a fleeting moment how Robin was. What she was doing, who she was with, what she was feeling. He often wondered these things, even before, when they were hunters, partners. But they were things he would never know the answer to, simply because he would never ask.
He was simply unable to open himself up that way.
Still, he felt rather strange. Emotions and raw energy flowed within him. His thoughts automatically turned to his mother, and his father. If SOLOMON didnt exist where would he be now? Would his powers have awakened long before this? Would he still be so afraid of himself if his parents were around to guide him?
He didnt know, and again it was another thing he'd never know the answer to.
The past was the past, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
'The future is all we have. Therefore, you must treasure it. If you want something, dont hold back. Reach for it, grasp it in your hands, make it your own.'
The words drifted through Amon's brain, but he couldnt remember where they came from exactly. His mother perhaps? She had always been full of funny sayings, but she had always known exactly the right thing to say to ease his mind. She and she alone had calmed him, she had made him feel safe, happy. Until they took her away. Until her power consumed her and she became someone else, someone he didnt know...
His world had been so cold after that. So dark and bleak. Tokou hadnt thawed him out any, none of his lovers had. They had simply helped him pass the time. He had resigned himself to that life. A life of darkness, hunting, killing, and nothing more. He was a born hunter, they had conditioned him for this. SOLOMON had made him the man he was. There was nothing he could do to change that.
Until she came along.
The girl with the funny hair, and old-fashioned clothes. The one who had never asked anything of him except for his friendship, yet she didnt force him. Everyone always wanted something from him, and yet he couldnt recall having any real friends. She was just as alone as he was, and yet they were different. Different and yet they worked so very well together. Darkness and light. Fire and Ice. Frik and Frak. Whatever, you get the idea.
How ...odd.
She too was alone, and yet she didnt dwell on it. Robin embraced life with open arms, welcomed it with a smile, and never held back. She always did what she believed to be right. He just hoped that hadnt changed. He couldnt bear to think of her as a heartless killer. A real witch.
Amon closed his eyes for a moment. The fan was making him dizzy but he knew it was a side-effect of the painkillers they had given him.
His wounds ached. Inside and out.
Would he be able to kill her if she had changed? No. Maybe. Yes. If she had been swept away in her powers, if she began killing solely for her own pleasure than yes, he would take her life.
Witches must be hunted.
Would he too, be hunted one day? Would these roles someday be reversed?
'What is my power?' He wondered. It had yet to manifest itself, but he still felt it growing, building inside of him, slowly. Soon enough it would appear, and he knew he would be helpless against it. He would not be able to control himself or his power.
He absolutely hated being helpless. He hated not being in control. He hated being out of the loop.
He hated being away from his parnter.
What exactly had the attack on the STN-J been about anyway? He still had yet to find that out. They were keeping him confined to this damned hospital bed like a kripple! He couldnt even go to the bathroom without someone finding out about it, and wanting to know the exact outcome.
All this for a few bruises, and a couple flesh wounds.
Of course, the soldiers hadnt been exactly gentle with him either. After successfully taking him down, they had beat him severely. He had only lost consciousness after he was sure that Robin was safe.
He had just known she was out of harm's way. He didnt know how, but he was positive she was alright.
'I wonder what she thinks of Nagura...' he wondered, finally opening his eyes. 'Maybe I'll ask her, if I ever see her again.'
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a/n: sorry, sad musak is not a good thing to listen to when writing. although it did get the creative juices flowing.