Chapter Nineteen:
Broken
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"How could you just let her leave? You know she's not supposed to be out by herself! It's too dangerous!" Rain shouted at Bree and Kitten, who sat glumly next to one another on the bed that was closest to the window.
Kitten's eyes were red and her black mascara was running in streams down her cheeks. She was sitting straight and her hands were in her lap, fidgeting around.
Bree, on the other hand, just looked totaly pissed. Her arms were crossed haughtily over her chest and she was frowning. Her legs were crossed also and she seemed to be trying to sit as far away from her captain as possible.
"Give us a break, Rain. She almost bulldozed us to the ground. What the hell were we supposed to do?" The dark-haired girl inquired angrily, pushing one of her purple-highlighted bangs behind her ear and away from her face.
Rain threw up her hands in frustration.
"I don't know, but you could have at least done something! You could have used your powers, Bree! It's not like you were completely helpless!" She shouted, her face becoming flushed.
Bree, jumping up from the bed, strode right up to Rain and shoved her face into her's.
"Are you crazy? You know I don't have complete control of my powers, yet! If I had used them on Robin, I would have probably killed her! Do you think I want that?" She yelled, tears coming to her eyes.
Rain clenched her teeth and growled, as if she thought that would scare the black-haired witch in front of her.
"No, but you didn't have to let her leave-" She tried to say, but was interrupted by Andy's hand being placed on her shoulder.
"Alright, that's enough, you two. You're scaring the little people." He said calmly, gesturing over to Kitten, who had brought her knees up to her chest and was covering her ears with her hands. She was rocking back and fourth like some type of mental person.
"See. No body want to hear you two fight. Including me. So, why don't the both of you shake hands and make up." The brown-haired boy said, grabbing on to their hands and placing them in each others.
After Andy had backed away, Rain glared up at Bree. Bree did the same to Rain.
There was a few minutes of awkward silence. Then, Rain broke down into tears and threw herself into Bree's arms.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry Bree! I know it's not yours or Kitten's fault. I'm just so worried about Robin!" She bawled, buring her face into said girl's shoulder.
Bree smiled and sighed as she tried to calm the mahagony-haired women down.
"Yeah, I know you are. I am, too. That doesn't mean we have to lose our heads and start blaming each other, though." She said confidently, her smiling widening.
Rain nodded and drew herself away. Though her face looked identical to Kitten's, now, she regained what she had left of her composure and took charge of the situation.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. No time for mushy apologies, though. We need to get out there and find our girl. Whose with me?" She said with gusto as she punched a fist into the air. Everyone, including Kitten, all shouted out in agreement.
Well, almost everyone...
"Ian? Ian? Ian, are you with us? Hello?" Rain called to the blonde man moodily leaning against the bathroom door. His eyes were narrowed dangerously and his arms were crossed over his chest. He was not a happy camper.
"You're not still tripping because Robin chose Amon over you, are you, Ian?" Andy asked as he walked over to the other man. "Because you know that's bad sportmanship." He added with a chuckle and a nudge to Ian's ribs.
Ian growled and tried to elbow Andy away.
"Get away from me." He snapped as he pushed himself away from the door and trudged over to the window that looked out over the city street.
Rain watched her coworker stare out the window, his expression glum. She then finally sighed and walked up behind him, placing her jeweled hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Ian. Have some backbone. There are plenty of other fish in the sea." She said, frowning when Ian grumbled something that sound like, "God, I hate that stupid pun".
The mahagony-haired woman took her hand off of Ian's shoulder and placed it on her hip.
"Oh, please! Ian, you're being such a baby about this! Just get over it, already, and help us. You're the only one who saw which way Robin went, so you are going to have to go and search down that way. I'll take Andy with me and we'll search downtown. Kitten will search around Main Street with Bree. Does that sound good to you?" Rain asked, watching Ian for his reaction.
Ian just continued to stare out the window, not giving Rain an indication that he was even listening.
Rain finally sighed in frustrattion and rolled her eyes like a true American.
"Ian, listening to me. If you really love Robin, you wouldn't want her to get hurt, would you?" She asked, catching said man's attention with this last remark.
"No..." He mumbled, downcasting his eyes from the window.
Rain gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Well, if that's true, then you'll help us look for her." She said firmly, though she kept her smile on her face.
Ian stayed silent for a few moments, his frown deepening. He then grunted and finally turned to walk out the door.
"Yes, ma'am." Was all he said before he walked out of the room.
Amon timidly pulled open the door that led into Harry's resturaunt. He was surprised to find it open.
Why would Harry leave the door unlocked? He thought to himself before smiling. Master knew a lot of stuff other people didn't. He probably figured something special would happen tonight, so he 'forgot' to lock the door.
"Typical..." Amon said quietly as he chuckled.
"What's typical?" Came the soft reply from just behind him. Robin's emerald orbs peaked out from around his right side, her confused frown giving away her bewilderment.
Amon grinned down at her.
"Nothing. How about shedding some light in here?" He said as he stepped aside to let her go ahead him.
Robin smiled back and softly tiptoed down the hallway that led to the main dining room. Once they had entered, she used her powers to light a couple of candles.
After removing their jackets and gloves, the two of them found a table to sit at. Amon sat across from Robin, placing his elbows up on the table top and resting his chin on his balled fists. He watched the young witch carefully as she seated herself.
They sat silently for a moment, both of them not knowing what to say or where to even begin.
Amon then cleared his throat, causing Robin to jerk her gaze up to his.
"So...how's the U.S.?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
Robin just shurgged as she removed her eyes from his and looked down at the white tablecloth.
"It's alright, I guess. I have a lot more freedom than I did when I lived here." She said a she began fingering with fabric of her dress.
Amon nodded, a smile becoming apparent on his lips.
"Go ahead." He encouraged. All he wanted to do was just sit and listen to her voice.
"Well, I've been teaching eigth-graders at a middle school. It's a little strange, but at least it's gotten me money. I'm -- I was living with my roommate, but she --" She paused, tears coming to her eyes.
Amon watched her for a moment, not sure what to make of her tears. A flashback of something Michael had told him came to him and he cursed silently.
"I'm...sorry." He whispered, trying to be sympathetic.
"No, it's alright." Robin insisted quietly, sniffing back her tears. She then smiled pathetically and gazed up at him.
"So, what about you, Amon? What have you been doing?" She inquired, mirroring the ex-hunter's position by bringing her elbows up on to the table and letting her chin rest on her small fists.
Amon shrugged, taking his own chin off of his fists and letting his arms lay out on the tablecloth.
"Nothing much. A few odd jobs, here and there. The others and I have started a small business that lets us protect the good witches and detroy the bad. So far, it's been a little slow." He said with grin.
Robin grinned back.
"What about the others? Karasuma and Sakaki? How are they?" She questioned politely, as if she were interviewing him.
Amon shrugged a second time.
"They're alright, I suppose. Sakaki and Karasuma are dating. Doujima is still a procrastinator. Michael can now venture out of the STN-J without permission and Kosaka is now their director." He paused here, thinking. "Oh, and Nagira is the asshole he's always been."
Robin chuckled at this last statement, her eyes closing as she thought of the lawyer that had become her friend.
Amon watched her for a moment, his head cocking to the left a little.
"You've changed, you know?" He said quietly, a seductive smile slowly spreading across his face.
Robin, a little startled by the statement, opened her eyes and gazed hard at the man sitting across from her.
"I...have?" She breathed, blinking slightly in confusion.
Amon nodded, reaching a hand out to grasp gently on to one of her own.
"You're not as shy as you once were. Apparently, American life has toughened you." He said, turning her hand over so that her palm was facing up. He then began tracing imaginary paths with his finger.
A blush came to the young witch's pale cheeks, gasping slightly at the tingling sensation that was starting at her hand and traveling all the way up her arm.
"I missed you." She finally manged to say, her blush deepening with every word.
Amon smiled, continuing his exploration of her hand.
"And I, you." He said, bringing his gaze up to hers. His smile widened when her blush went from pink to red.
"Amon..." She whispered, turning away from the silver eyes that were boring into her. She tensed when she suddenly felt his breath next to her ear. She didn't even notice that he had moved.
"Say it again." He breathed, his lips tracing slightly along the rim of her small ear.
Robin gasped and quickly turned around to look at him, jumping when she almost bumped her nose against his. He was leaning across the top of the table, his hands being the only thing that supported him. His face was right next to hers, so that it barely gave her room to move.
"S-say what? That I missed you?" She asked softly, trying her best to lean back and away from him.
Amon shook his head, leaning forward a little more so that his face was once again close to hers.
"No. My name. Say my name." He whispered, now leaning so far forward that the table was nearly tipping.
Robin's eyes widened, her breath coming out in short, surprised gasps. Her heart hammering so loud against her ribs, she was sure that Amon could hear it.
"Say it, Robin. Say my name." Amon commanded softly, his eyes shimmering. His arms were shaking from trying to hold himself up for so long.
The young witch gulped, not entirely sure what to do. Her heart was now beating so hard, it hurt.
"I-I-" She stuttered, her tongue not letting her form words. She could see Amon's eyes narrowing.
"Say my name, Robin...please." He said, almost begging her. His eyes were closed now, as if he were thinking.
Robin gulped a second time, now suddenly realizing that the scar on her neck was throbbing in pain. She then suddenly wondered if Amon's scar was hurting him, too...
"A-Amon..." She finally said, not seeing any other way around it. She watched as Amon's eyes shot open the moment she spoke. He stared straight ahead, as if in some type of trance.
"Amon?" She whispered, becoming worried when he stayed silent a little long.
"I heard you." He finally said as he lowered his gaze down to her. He was smiling gently and he was sweating lightly.
Robin grinned back, frowing immediately seconds later when she felt Amon's hand touch her scar. She winced, causing him to pull it back for a moment before touching it again.
Amon's frown had returned. His expression was stormy as he continued to trace the lines on the young girl's scar.
"If I ever find the bastard that gave you this, I'll kill him." He absent-mindedly promised her, having to lay out almost on the table as he awkwardly bent down and kissed her neck right where the scar was.
Robin winced again from the pain; sucking in air through her teeth. She had to throw her arms around the dark-haired man's own neck to her keep herself steady, though she was still sitting.
"Amon." She whimpered, earning a chuckle from said man.
"That's three times, already. I must be good." He muttered against her neck, letting out another chuckle when he felt her awkwardly kiss the area of his forehead just above his right eye. Where his own scar was. "Perhaps too good."
The young witch rolled her eyes, bringing her lips down from his forehead.
"Amon..." She purred with a sweet smile. The ex-hunter looked at her, his eyebrow raised."Shut up." She then added, shaking her head.
Amon growled playfully and lowered his lips to her neck again. He frowned when Robin shrugged her shoulder to keep him away from there. He soon realized why when she began leaning up towards him.
"Robin..." He breathed, leaning down towards her as well. They both jumped back when they heard a noise outside.
Amon turned around to stare at the big window that looked over the street outside. He frowned when he saw a shadow slink past it.
"Get down." He commanded firmly. Robin immediately obeyed, throwing herself from her seat and flat on to the floor.
Amon watched the window for a moment for any more signs of danger before he joined Robin on the ground.
"What's going on-" She inquired, being interrupted when Amon covered her mouth with his hand.
"Shhh! They're outside the window." He hissed, adjusting themselves so that they were hidden from view.
Robin nodded slightly and tried to be quiet. After a few minutes, she felt Amon's breath once again next to her ear.
"Get your stuff and turn out these candles. Quickly." He whispered as he released his hold on her.
Robin nodded once again, hesitantly reaching her hand up to grab at her jacket and gloves, which were currently hanging on the back of her chair.
Once she had a grip on the leather, she quickly jerked them into her lap. Once she saw Amon do the same, she concentrated hard on her power and silently diminished the burning candles, sending them into complete darkness.
For ten, extremely tense minutes, they were quiet. Every once in awhile, they would hear the soft pound of footsteps outside, but not much else.
Robin looked over in what she thought was Amon's direction, her hands awkwardly trying to put themselves into her gloves.
Amon sat sullenly against one of the legs of the table; his deep frown apparent on his face, even in the dark. After a couple of seconds, he sighed in what seemed to be relief.
"Alright...I think were safe." He said, slipping into his jacket.
Robin sighed as well and was just about to say something when the windows burst in a shower of bullets.
"Damn it!" Amon cursed as he threw his body on top of Robin's.
The young witch immediately covered her head, feeling the weight of the man trying of to protect her.
"Amon..." She whimpered, hearing him suck air through his teeth in pain.
"It's going to be alright, Robin. Just stay down." He reassured her, though he didn't exactly know if his words were true.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, listening helplessly as glass and china shattered around them from being hit by bullets. Then suddenly, as soon as it had all begun, it stopped.
Amon raised his head slowly, gazing around cautiously. His eyes were wide with something that looked almost like fear.
"Let's go." He said, crawling off of Robin.
The young girl raised her head slightly, gazing up at Amon as if he were crazy.
"Go? Go where?" She whispered, her eyes just as wide as the ex-hunter's were.
Amon didn't answer right away. He slowly readjusted himself so that he was on his hands and knees. He then turned to Robin.
"There's a back door that leads to the alleyway behind the restaurant. We can escape that way." He said as he crawled a little ways, then turning around and gesturing for her to follow him.
Robin stared at him for a second before finally nodding and raising herself to follow.
They crawled quickly, ducking under tables and chairs as much as they could, in case another barrage of bullets came.
They had just managed to get behind the bar when more shots came through the broken windows.
Robin squeaked, instantly flattening herself on her stomach and covering her head again.
"Amon!" She cried, tears coming to her emerald eyes.
"Don't be scared, Robin. Stay with me. I promise I'll get you out of here alive." She somehow heard his voice above the din of the bullets. She knew he was trying to sound calm for her, but she also knew that he was just as afraid as she was.
And yet, he wasn't afraid for himself. He was afraid for her...
Robin finally nodded and once again raised herself to her hands and knees. Amon smiled in her direction and they began crawling once again.
The bullets stopped a second time. Amon figured it was because the hit men were busy reloading.
But how would they know that we were here? How could we have told anyone? We have such a large bounty on our heads, we couldn't have even said 'hi' to anyone. I just don't get it! The dark-haired man thought as he pushed open the door that led to the kitchens.
Robin stared up at all of the pots and pans hanging above the stoves and cutting counters. She would have let out a whispered, "Wow." had things not been so serious at the moment.
"Here it is. Be quiet." She heard Amon say ahead of her as he reached a hand up and pulled on the large, grey door's doorknob. He then pushed it open and peaked around outside. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he stood up and brushed off his dirty knees.
"Alright, let's get you the hell out of here." He said quietly as he turned around to help her off of the ground.
Robin gratefully took his outstretched hand. After getting to her feet, she, too, brushed off the dirt that had managed to get on her dress.
"Come on!" Amon said as he grabbed her hand and ran down the alley. Robin tried her best to keep up with his long strides.
"Hey, you two! Stop!" She heard someone behind them shout.
Amon paid them no heed. He instead put on an extra burst of speed and quickly ran around the corner that led to the sidewalk.
"You know, it's times like these when I wish I had brought the damn car." He said to himself as he led them around another corner. Robin had a feeling he wasn't trying to be funny.
A bullet whizzed past the young witch's left ear and just about grazed Amon's cheek. A small line of blood appeared where it had hit.
"Damn it!" He shouted as he turned down another alleyway. This one was a little messier than the other one, so they had a tougher time getting through it.
Robin tried with all of her might to keep up, but she was in no way as hardy as the man leading her. Her feet were becoming tired and were cramping slightly. Her slim, ankle-boots were not made for running.
"Amon..." She called, nearly tripping over herself as she tried to dodge an overturned trashcan.
"Stay with me, Robin! I'm not going to let them hurt you!" He shouted back, rounding another corner into another, slightly narrower alleyway.
Robin clenched tighter on to Amon's hand at his touching words.
She really didn't deserve all of this...
"Shit!" She heard the ex-hunter yell as he skidded to a sudden stop. One look ahead of them told her that they were in deep trouble.
A large, chain-link fence was blocking the exit of the alleyway, in turn, cutting off their escape.
"There they are! Down at the end of this alley! Quickly!" They heard a man shout behind them, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Shit!" Amon cursed again as he searched around for another escape route. His grey eyes brightened when he laid his sights on a door leading into the building on their left.
"Come on! This way!" He shouted into Robin's ear as he pulled open the door and pushed her inside.
The young witch stumbled into what seemed to be a basement/storage room type of area. It was filled with all kind of strange props and knick knacks.
"No time for for sighting seeing, Robin. Go!" Amon shouted from behind her as he dragged what seemed to be a large, antique dresser in front of the door.
Robin nodded and began picking her way through the piles of junk. It was a little difficult, considering it how dark it was in there. The only thing that gave them any light was a dim, dusty lightbulb hanging from the high ceiling.
"Hurry!" Amon hissed as he started to find his own path through the sea of props, banging his knee on what seemed to be a plastic Santa Clause.
"I'm trying..." Robin called back, wincing when she heard the thud of his kneecap hitting the Santa's pot belly, followed by his yelp of pain.
After a couple of minutes of digging through the high amounts of useless objects, Robin finally came across a sight that nearly made her cry out with joy. She quickly made the cross sign over her chest before turning back to look at the dark-haired man making his way to her.
"Amon! It-it's an elevator! It's an elevator, Amon!" She panted excitedly, running over and embracing him around his middle when he was finally able to detach himself from the ocean of junk.
The corner of Amon's mouth flickered into a smile as he gave her a quick hug around her shoulders. After getting her to release him, he walked over to the old, rusty elevator and inspected it to make sure that it actually could run.
"I think...I think it might work." He said finally, standing up to his full height. His face was grim and his eyes were narrow.
"Oh, that's good." Robin whispered, not knowing what else to say. She was having this strange feeling of deja vu at the moment and it was frightening her.
A large bang from behind them caused them both to jump and turn around. The dresser that Amon had used to block the door was wobbling perilously and seemed dangerously close to falling over.
Robin blinked in surprise, feeling as if her limbs were frozen. It took her a moment, but she was finally able to shake her head and gain back her composure. Her eyes narrowed in determination.
They had to leave. It was now or never...
"Let's go..." She whispered to Amon, walking over to the elevator and pressing a button on the wall next to it. A whirring sound from above them caught their attention and they both looked up at the ceiling for a moment. After a couple of seconds, the elevator doors opened, allowing them passage inside.
Robin hesitantly walked over to the contraption, timidly sticking her head inside for a moment to make sure it was safe. Once she was satisfied, she turned back to Amon and waved her hand for him to follow.
"Come on." She said softly as she tried to hold the doors open.
Amon stared at her for a moment, his expression going back to his emotionless mask for a few seconds. He then shook his head and stepped back.
"No. You go. I'll stay." He said, flinching when another bang came from the door behind him.
The first thing that came to Robin's mind was confusion. They second thing was registered shock and the third was unimaginable horror.
Running out of the elevator, the young girl grasped on to the front of Amon's jacket and tried to pull him in with her.
"No! You're not staying! I'm not going to go through this again, Amon! You're coming with me!" She shouted, trying to get him to move. However, considering her small size, she could barely even make him take a step forward.
Amon watched her struggle with the collar of his jacket for a moment, shaking his head when she continued to put up a fight. He gently took hold of her hands, making her pause.
"Robin, listen to me when I say this...it's the only way. It insures that at least one of us is getting out alive --" He tried to explain, getting interrupted when Robin ripped her hands out of his grasp and began beating at his chest with her fists.
"Well, why not the both of us? Please, don't do this Amon! I don't think I can stand it if something happened to you again! Do you know how badly I felt the first time? Please, just come with me!" She shouted, tears now pouring down her cheeks in rivers.
Amon sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders as he tried to keep her still.
"Stop that, Robin! Just get in the elevator and go!" He shouted, growling slightly when she shook her head and wrestled away from hands.
"No! I won't! I won't let them take you away from me again!" She cried as she clutched him around his waist. "Please...I don't want to loose you." She added through tears, burying her face into his chest.
Amon sighed and rolled his eyes out of frustration. Though it hurt him to do so, he pried her away from his middle and looked down into her eyes.
"Robin...I know this will be difficult, but it's the only way. Just do this one thing for me and know that I --" He paused, jerking his gaze around behind him when he heard another loud bang.
It wouldn't be long before they entered...
"And know that you what, Amon? What are you trying to tell me?" Robin questioned fearfully, her eyes wide.
Amon turned his gaze back down to her, smiling slightly before he bent down and gave her a kiss on her left cheek.
"Just know that I'll be coming back for that." He said quietly before pushing her roughly into the elevator just as the doors were closing.
Robin gasped as she landed hard on the floor of the elevator; her dress spreading out and around her. She raised her gaze, letting her mouth drop open as she saw just a sliver of Amon's face before the doors closed.
Silence filled the tiny area. The only sound that could be heard was the soft pants of breath escaping Robin's lips. She then jumped slightly as the elevator began to move.
Slowly...ever so slowly...the elevator made its journey to the first floor.
A loud ding sounded above Robin's head about two minutes after the ride had started, followed by the jerking halt of the elevator. It took a few more seconds for the doors to even open.
Robin looked cautiously out of the doors. She looked to be somewhere behind a stage. Like those seen in theaters. It was dark, quiet, and a little creepy.
The young witch stood shakingly to her feet, stumbling her way out of the elevator.
After having a couple of seconds to get her bearings, she quickly turned and pushed the button on the wall next to the elevator, which was similar to the one downstairs. She waited a second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds. A minute. Nothing happened.
It soon became clear that the elevator was not going to move.
Robin watched the doors slowly close, tears springing into her eyes once again.
"Amon..." She whispered, placing a small hand on the door of the elevator. She pushed a little on it, as if that would make it move.
"Amon." She whimpered again, slowly letting herself fall to her knees. She continued to press feebly on the doors with her fingers.
"Amon...Amon..." She chanted, tears causing her voice to falter. After a few moments of pushing fruitlessly at the door, she finally rested her forehead against the cold metal and cried.
"Amon....no...Amon...Amon..." She sobbed, having no one around to hear.
I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Amon watched the the elevator doors close on him. Watched as she once again disappeared from his sight.
"Just know that I -- that I love you..." He whispered to know one in particular as he reached inside his trench coat and slowly drew out his gun.
With one, loud boom, Amon had shot the button that controlled the elevator right off of the wall.
"Now no one can leave." He said softly, closing his eyes as the dresser blocking the door behind him finally gave way and fell forward.
"Put you're hands up! We have you surrounded!" A male voice shouted at the ex-hunter as the SOLOMON troops filed into the room, stepping around the props as they did so.
Amon stayed still, his eyes remaining closed. A small, eerie smile was drawing itself across his face.
"I said, put your hands up! And drop your gun while you're at it!" The man behind him yelled again, slithering his way cautiously towards Amon.
Amon chuckled, finally turning around to face the brigade.
"Make me..." He hissed though his teeth as he fired a round of shots. A couple of the SOLOMON soldiers cried out in pain and fell to the ground, holding on to different parts of their body.
"Hold your ground! He's dangerous!" The bald man, who was obviously the captain, shouted as he dove behind a metal swing. His gun men took this as a cue and dove behind various props as well.
Amon sneered and continued to fire his gun at them, not even bothering to get behind anything. It wasn't long before his weapon began to click, indicating that it was out of bullets.
"He out of ammo! Fire at will!" The captain shouted, raising himself slightly from behind his hiding place so that he could get a good shot.
All of his troops followed his orders, bringing up their guns and firing madly at the dark-haired man standing a few feet away
Amon took every one of the bullets, the force of them making him fall back against the elevator doors. Blood poured from his wounds, creating a bloody trail as he slid down the length of the doors and landed gently on the ground.
"Hold your fire!" The captain shouted, finally standing up from behind the metal swing he had used to hide behind.
All of the soldiers watched the body sitting against the elevator doors. His head was leaning back against the metal; his eyes open, but dulled. If a passerby hadn't been looking at him right and had not seen the blood on the elevator doors, they would have thought that he was just resting.
"Yeah, I think we have him. Somebody get this mess cleaned up. I don't want anyone to come down here and find a damn war zone." The captain said as he dusted himself off and holstered his silver pistol.
One soldier, a young man about sixteen, nervously trudged up to the bald man that he called his captain. He then timidly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Um, sir...what about the girl?" He asked hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
The captain glared at his young charge, shrugging after a couple of minutes of consideration.
"We'll worry about her later. Right now we have to get this guy out of here." He said, jerking his thumb over at the slain body of Amon.
The young soldier nodded and went back to his duties.
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
The static crackled in Amon's cellphone, as if someone was trying to reach him.
And indeed, someone was...
"Hello? Amon? Amon, are you there? Amon!" Michael's voice called through the earpiece, his voice frantic.
As if he had heard, Amon amazingly moved his head a little so that he was now gazing down at his coat pocket, which was where the voice had come from.
"M-Mi-Michael..." He stuttered, hardly able to form words in his condition.
The phone static buzzed, followed once again by the hacker's voice.
"Amon? Amon, can you read me? Amon!" Michael shouted desperately before he was finally cut off.
Amon closed his eyes in defeat. Everything on his body was aching. It felt as if someone had hit him with a metal baseball bat. Repeatedly.
He had feeling he wasn't going to make it...
"Robin...I'm sorry..." He whispered as he hung his head limply.
It wasn't long before he blacked out.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore
The worst is over now
And we can breathe again.
I wanna hold you high,
you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn,
And no one left to find
I wanna hold you high
And steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I'm strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Me: (Sniffs) God, I am so evil. I mean, they've just gotten back together and now I've torn them apart again. I'm a bad person! (Starts crying). And I hurt Amon, too!!!! (Cries harder)
If any body is offended by the content in this chapter, please forgive me.
AnimeFreaks13: Heh heh, I'd like to meet your character. :)
Angel452: Yep, Ian really did call SOLOMON. As for you question on whether Amon will be able to protect Robin, you'll just have to read above. :) Thanks for reviewing.
Solaria735: Everybody seems to be asking me to make Amon kick Ian's ass. I'm starting to lean that way, too. Ian is just a bastard.
Personally, I also think it would be rather funny to see someone like Amon running down the street. With that jacket he wears, he probably would look like a giant bat. :)
AnimeReviewer790: Yes, I'm beginning to see why everyone hates Ian so much. I've made him a jerk.
The Eri and Michael romance has hit a rocky point at the moment. They needed a little time away from one another, so... Eri will return, soon, though. I promise. :)
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Funny, some people were starting to get impatient with me about keeping them apart for so long. You and a few others are the only ones that actually think it's good.
Yes, Ian is one of those classic baddies that will do anything to get what they want. I love those type of bad guys, too. :)
Your new story sounds good. I hope to be reading it really soon! Good luck!
As for Ian and his call to SOLOMON, if you read the chapter above, you can clearly see the little, blonde bastard told them about Amon... I'm really actually beginning to hate him...
bravedragon: I kind of wish that I just made Robin burn Ian to death. He's just really starting to wear my nerves thin (Starts smoking at the ears).