Chapter Twenty-Four:
Escape
Disclaimer: Weee! You all must know it by now!!! So, I ain't writing it! Weee (Sorry, I had a cream soda earlier)!
"Code Red! We have a Code Red situation here!" The doctor yelled as he ran down the white hallway. Two security guards were running behind him with their rifles raised.
A red-haired woman in a white lab coat ran out of one of the offices on either side of the hallway. She reached out and gripped on to the doctor's arm just as he was about to jog past.
"Doctor! What's going on?" She asked loudly, as if she thought the he was deaf.
The doctor tried his best to take a deep breath and brought a hand up to his face to adjust the wide-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.
"Th-the patient from room 192...he was supposed to go into surgery today to remove the rest of those bullets, but the bastard escaped!" The man said, starting to become hysterical again. "The operating room was empty when I got there!" He added after a few seconds.
The woman let out a gasp as she began to run with the doctor down the hallway.
"Wasn't anybody watching him?" She inquired as they rounded a corner.
The doctor shrugged as best as he could while still trying to keep up his fast pace. His own white jacket was flapping out behind him and into the security guards faces.
"Yes, but we found the two nurses that were supposed to be keeping an eye on him tied up in a closet. This son of a bitch is crazy. We need to locate him and now!" He said as he put on an extra burst of speed.
The red-haired woman just nodded her head to show she agreed and followed the doctor around another corner with the two guards just behind them.
Amon watched as the four people ran passed his hiding place, his face set determindly. He sank back into the shadows for a few moments, trying to hold off on bolting until the time was right.
After waiting for a couple of seconds to make sure the coast was clear, the ex-hunter slowly slid out of the darkess and began running down the hallway in the direction opposite from the one the two doctors had taken.
So, Doc thinks I'm crazy, eh? I'll show him how crazy I can be... Amon thought to himself as he dove through the door of a broom closet just as a group of SOLOMON soldiers filed passed.
After making sure that they were gone, Amon slunk out of the closet and continued his trek to find the exit.
"This seems too easy. You would think I would have been captured by now..." The dark-haired man thought as he snuck around a corner, only to run into the soldiers that had captured him a week ago.
The bald-headed captain smirked, revealing horribly decayed teeth.
"So...thought you could just waltz on outta here, did ya? Okay, boys. Let him have another round --" He said as he was about to give them the signal to go ahead and fire.
Amon, who was not exactly in the mood to be filled with more lead, quickly reached out and grabbed the captain firmly on his shoulder.
Spinning the bald man around, the ex-hunter then threw one of his arms around the guy's neck, while his other hand held his hands behind his back.
"Don't even think about it..." Amon growled at the troops, who had all gone pale and silent in shock.
The captain gasped and sputtered, considering his air supply was being cut off my Amon's arm.
"Sh-shoot...'Cough'!...him!" He managed to choke out, becoming interrupted when the dark-haired man's grip tightened
The soldiers hesitated for a few seconds before slowly raising their rifles.
Amon's eyebrows furrowed and his frown deepened severely.
"Do all of you really want to lose your precious captain? If so, then be my guest and shoot the living hell out of the both of us." He said softly, beginning to walk backwards with his hostage in tow.
The troops paused at his words, as if just now realizing that they would have to shoot through their captain to get to Amon. A lot of them had looks of concern on their faces and clearly didn't want to having anything to do with the whole situation.
Amon watched all of their reactions and knew immediately that he had them right where he wanted them.
"That's what I thought..." He said as he began backing around the corner that he had just came from. The bald man that he was dragging panacked and started to thrash around in Amon's arms.
"No! No, you sons of bitches! Shoot him! Shoot him, damn it!" He howled as the soldiers disappeared from sight, some having already put down their guns in inevitable defeat.
Once the two of them were secluded, Amon roughly shook the captain, who whimpered pathetically.
The ex-hunter smiled insanely, his eyes narrowing in obvious entertainment. Leaning his mouth down to the captain's ear, he hissed softly like a snake into it.
"Now that you don't have any protection, you have to do exactly as I say. If you don't, it's going to cost you..." He trailed off here, tightening his arm around the man's throat to prove his point. "It's going to cost you BIG time."
The bald man squirmed and tried to say something, but was instantly cut off by Amon's hand.
"And you don't say any thing, either. Not one word." The dark-haired man said as he gave the captain's hands a violent twist, which cause him to fidget some more out of pain.
Finally letting his eerie smile fade, Amon then thrusted the other man out in front of him.
"Now, lead me to the exit." He said, his expression blank as he waited.
The captain turned slowly to face Amon fearfully for a moment, his breathing heavy. After a few seconds, his hand immediately went to the holster on his hip, his fingers searching for his gun. His eyes then suddenly widened when he realized that it was not there.
Amon chuckled at this and brought up a hand, the forementioned gun dangling on the end of his pointer finger.
"Looking the for this?" He asked, letting out another breathy chortle as he began to twirl the weapon around his large finger.
The captain sputtered loudly, his face going pale. He raised a shaking hand and pointed at the gun, mouthing words that he had suddenly forgotten to how to say.
Amon just smiled.
"I took the liberty of removing all of your weapons. Just in case you decided to do something stupid." He explained unemotionlessly as he reached into his jacket and pulled out two more pistols and an army knife.
The bald soldier stared at Amon in shock as the ominous man continued to twirl the gun around his finger. He knew he was caught and he didn't want to jeapordize his life. So, he did what was probably best...
He began to lead Amon to the exit.
"Hey, John. Have you heard about that pateint from room 192?" An elderly janitor asked the bald man as he walked stiffly passed.
The captain, John, nodded at the older man, his blank eyes staring straight ahead and his hands clenched into quivering fists at his sides.
"Y-yes, Burt. I believe I have heard. My troops are looking for him this very s-second." He stuttered, trying his best to act casual.
Burt let out and 'hmm' and went back to mopping the floors. After a few quiet moments, he spoke to John again.
"You know, some of the doctors are saying that the man is crazy. They say he's six foot four, pale, dark-haired and dark souled. And the most cold silver eyes you would ever see." He said as he sloshed around the muddy water in his mop bucket.
John just nodded his head a second time, gulping as he gave a side-glance to an unnoticed figure hidden in the shadows. The sound of a gun silently cocking caused him to jerk his gaze away.
"S-so I've heard... Um, I've got some -- business to attended to, Burt. Please, excuse me." The bald man said breathlessly as he stumbled slightly down the hallway.
Burt watched him go, shaking his head as the other man went around another corner.
As the old janitor turned his attention back to his mop, he didn't even see or hear the shadowy silhouette sneak past him and down the hall.
"I must congragulate you. I thought you were going to crack for sure." Amon commented as he kept John's gun trained on the back of his head.
The other man just nodded, taking in another gulp as he did so.
"What are you waiting for? Keep going." Amon suddenly snapped, shoving the nose of the gun into John's back.
The captain let out a grunt as he stumbled forward. Once he regained his balance, he reluctantly continued his forced task of leading Amon to the exit.
All was quiet for a few minutes. None of them spoke a word to one another out of the pure hatred that they held for each other.
After a couple of tense moments, John cleared his throat and tried to look at the dark man behind him.
"So, uh...got any kids?" He asked, jumping when Amon barked at him
"I told you not to speak!" The ex-hunter snarled, pushing the gun into John's spine again to shut him up.
The bald man yelped at the sudden pain and whimpered pathetically as he quickly shut his mouth. It was no use trying to attempt a conversation with this maniac.
Another awkward silence came over the both of them. This one more tense-filled than the last.
"W-well, here it is. This will lead you out back. There is a little trail off to the right that should lead you to the outskirts of a little town that's close by." John said as he unlocked and opened the door for the dark-haired man beside him.
Amon stepped out into the cool, night air, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.
It felt good to get out of that building.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and turned to look at John, who was standing stock still in the doorway.
"S-so...aren't you going to leave?" He asked nervously, desperately wanting to get rid of him.
Amon smiled and chuckled as he finally threw John's gun down at his feet. He then reached inside of his trench coat and removed the remaining pistols and the pocket knife. He then tossed them to the ground, as well.
"Yeah, I'm leaving. There is one more thing I'd like to tell you, though." He said as he frowned deeply and pulled out another, smaller gun that had not been seen before.
John's eyes widened and he immediately raised his hands in air. His mouth was spilling out incohorent sentences at top speed.
"What are -- how did -- where?" He stuttered, closing his eyes fearfully as Amon rest the nose of the gun gently on his forehead.
The moody ex-hunter stayed silent, the only movement he made being the corner of his lip raising into a sneer.
"How I got this gun is none of your business. I just want to let you know that if you tell anyone about the events of tonight...I will find you. Mark my words." He said as he lifted the gun away from the bald man's head.
John felt the ease in pressure on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at Amon and almost smiled.
Amon smiled back before raising the gun high in the air and bringing the hilt hard down on top of John's bald head.
Amon trudged slowly down the pathway; the shadow of a smile lingering on his thin lips.
He had done it. He had finally done it. He had escaped that wretched asylum and without so much as a scratch.
It took a few moments for the fact to finally hit him. He was free...
Amon stopped walking and looked up at the sky, his eyes and mouth turned upwards into a grin. The full moon shined down on him, as if it were welcoming him.
The dark-haied man let his smile widened and lifted his arms out to the sides. He stood there for a few moments, letting the soft breeze just sift through his hair. He let his thoughts wander and take him away.
"God, if I only felt this way two years ago." He said to himself as he brought down his arms and continued his trek to the town that the captain had told him about.
A sound... A twig snapping...off to his left.
Amon paused a second time in the middle of the leafy trail, his smile becoming a sudden frown. His colorless eyes were shifting from side-to-side.
Another twig snapped and leaves crunched under heavy boots.
Amon's hand tightened on the small gun that he had hidden inside of his trench coat. As more sounds came from behind him, he began spinning around in cicles to see if he could locate them.
"I know you're out there, whoever you are. Show yourself!" He shouted as he pulled the little gun out from its holster. "Be warned that I am armed and will defend myself." He added as an afterthought.
More twigs snapped as a group of soldiers suddenly stepped out of the trees, surrounding Amon instantly.
Theex-hunter gasped, quickly bringing up his gun on instict. The SOLOMON troops answered him by raising all of their rifles as well.
There was a couple moments of tense silence as Amon and the group of about fifteen to twenty soldiers faced off.
Around this time, another figure stepped into the clearing. Amon gasped when he realized who it was.
"You!" He growled loudly, pointing his gun at the greasy-haired man who had usually come to visit him in his cell weekly.
The man was frowning, causing lines to appearing in his forehead. His hands were in his pockets and his mouth was nothing more than a thin, angry line.
"Me..." He said icly, bringing a hand out of one of his pockets and indicating for the soldiers to lower their weapons. All of them did as they were told.
Amon watched the man with mild interest, his hands holding tightly on to his little gun as he held it in place.
"Who are you, any way? Why have been keeping me? What's your pupose?" He asked, keeping his finger on the trigger, should the guy try something incredibly stupid.
The greasy-haired man said nothing, refusing to answer Amon's questions. He only continued to to stare at the ex-hunter angrily.
Amon stared right back, his silver eyes twitching and stinging from not being allowed to blink.
"Well...?" He hisssed, slowly letting his fingertip press gently on the trigger.
The man still didn't say anything. Instead, he stepped forward and somehow managed to grab onto the front of Amon's tattered jacket.
Amon yelped, dropping his gun out of surprise as he was lifted into the air. He would have never guessed that this nasty man was this strong.
The greasy-haired man was baring his teeth and his dark eyes had turned a blood-red. He was beginning to foam at the mouth, as if he had rabies.
"She still loves you!! Why in the hell would she love you when she could have me!!?" He shouted as he tossed Amon into a nearby tree.
Amon hit the bark with a pained yell as splinters entered into any exposed skin. He then fell to the ground in a heap, moaning as he tried to regain his blance.
The grasy-haired man snarled before raising his voice into a full, blood-curdling scream. He charged Amon like a crazed bull and pinned him to the tree a second time.
"Why in the hell...does she still...love...you!?" He shouted as he grabbed the ex-hunter's hair and rammed the back of his head against the tree trunk.
Amon cried out, trying to shove the other man away. This only succeeded in getting him a bloody nose from the man's fist.
As Amon fell to his knees, the greasy-haired man stepped back, trying to catch his breath. His fist were clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"This...this is the pain I'm feeling right now. Pain because she has refused my love. Refused my offers. And yet, she is willing to accept you... Why? I modled myself to look just like you. Even tried to act like you would. I read her mind and I made myself to fit her exact description of her perfect mate..." He paused here, raising a shaking fist.
"Yet, she still doesn't want me. She doesn't want me. She wants you. You!" He shouted as he kicked Amon in the ribs.
Amon grunted painfully, trying his best to crawl away from this miserable torture. He fell forward on to his elbows as he was kicked in the chest again.
The greasy-haired man watched this with limited emotion. Though it was clear that tears were in his eyes, his face showed no sympathy whatsoever.
After a couple of minutes of kicking, the man bent down and grabbed Amon by his neck. The stoic ex-hunter took in a large breath of air before going limp and falling face-first into the dirt.
The greasy man prodded Amon with a gloved finger, making sure he was unconcious before he stood straight.
"When you wake up, you will be under my every command. I'll show you what it's like to lose the one you love most..." He seethed venomously through his teeth before kicking bits of dirt on to the unmoving body and walking away.
"Pick him up! I don't want anybody coming out here to find him and end up calling the police!"
Me: Yay! Amon escaped...and then got captured again. I'm just an evil author. And hey! It's the bald soldier from chapter 19. Amon gets his revenge. ;)
AnimeFreaks13: Well, as you can see, Amon was doing just fine before he got captured again. I just love torturing the characters. :P
Solaria735: I know what you mean. I've read some stories where people have made Amon an Ice user. I see him controling ice, but since I see a lot of evidence in the show that seems to point to him being a wind user, that's what I've made him. :)
Thanks for reviewing.
i think you know: Hmmm, I didn't know the name 'Amon-ra' meant 'God of Wind'. I just made him that way because of a lot of stuff that happened in the show that points to him being a wind user. Thanks for giving me that useful piece of information, though.
Ah, you don't mean that about AAOTD. I think she's nice. Plus, she's been a big help with sending word about my story.
And I'm not blaming you for the school thing. I'm pretty sure that was AAOTD's fault. :) I'm J/K.
Yes, it's pretty tough being a good author. You have to meet deadlines while trying to deal with school at the same time. It all becomes worth it in time, though.
Kerigan: Yes, Ian is very jealous up to this point. I hope you don't plan on showing that video footage to Amon... ::Tries to block Amon's view of the video screen::
AnimeReviewer790: Yes, I'd hound you if you stopped reviewing. I'd bring a shotgun and a net, too. ;P
Weee! I updated! So happy! ::Starts bouncing off the walls::
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Wow... You are phsycic, aren't you? You've got everything right, besides Bree having a sex change and Eri being a bad guy (Bree is happy as a woman. Why would she want to have a sex change??). :o Sometimes I like giving out tons o' clues. ;)
I didn't know Beautiful Witch Hunter Robin lived down in Flordia. I hope she's okay. Prayers for JCGamer's safety, too.
Yes, Robin swore. :P
I hope you get over your writer's block. I know how those feel and it's not fun. I'll try to check out your story as soon I as get a chance. :)
Thanks for reviewing.
Angel452: Ian is a crafty, little man...who knows what he is planning. As for whether Amon will escape, just read above. :)
Thanks for reviewing.
Blue Moon: Don't worry, Amon will come up in the ending chapters. Just keep reading! :D
trekkiexb5: Brew ha ha! I love putting people in suspense! More cliffies! :P
Cali1043: Yes, I guess I kind off made Michael to be a sissy in ch.3. Please forgive me. ::Bows::
Poor Robin. She was not having a good day when she pulled out that knife. So sad when something like that happens.
Heh heh, Akamu's my pal. He's also my squishie!!! ::Sqeezes Akamu until his eyes pop out::
Well, Robin switched from the jeans/white shirt getup back to her black dress because ch.9 takes place on a different day. I hope what I just said made since...
Thanks for reviewing and I hope you like my story.
In True Meanings: Why yes...yes, ch.24 is an awesome chapter. :D
I'm glad you like the story.
escawing: I'm thrilled you like my story so much.
Yes, I tried to keep to my own original ideas. This is what I think should have happened after the twenty-sixth episode. Either this, or a second season. Darn those people at Bandai for ending the series so early!
Thanks for reviewing. :P