Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own WHR; I do own the plot and my fictional characters though.

Wow, it's been almost two weeks since I've updated, that's really long. Well at least I did now! I hope you all like this chapter; it's even longer than my last one! Please let me know if you what you think, especially about my writing style and about the description, is there too much of it?

And now I must explain the timeline. I'm really not sure when the first chapter and the prologue took place in my story. I suppose they're just general description of Amon's emotions during the story. In this chapter, I've sort of started more of a plot. Its takes place right after the flashback in chapter 1.

Chapter 2

Harsh Awakening

Look into my eyes,

Stained glass windows to my soul.

Look into my eyes,

Filled with concealed emotions.

Look into my eyes,

And see a concealed fire,

Cursing, burning,

Raging.

Amon woke to a stream of light filtering into the room he lay in. At first he wanted nothing to do with waking, needing to heal, yet the light persistently shone on the front of his eyelids, and he eventually gave up all hopes of remaining dead to the world. He slit his eyes open ever so slightly as the sun's rays acquainted him. They slowly adjusted to the light, easing open completely, only to be greeted by unfamiliar confusion.

He lay not on a bed, but on a rigid metal surface which resembled more of a table than a resting place. Its length was attached to a cold cement wall which rose barely two meters above the ground. Diverting his gaze upwards, Amon tries to take in what he was seeing. The room was unusually small and sombre, only lit by a small frosted window in the wall parallel to the one he leant against. It was not difficult for him to deduct the location of his being though, due to the solid iron bars ground into the surroundings of the window.

Confusion was replaced by comprehension. As the memories of past events flooded back into his mind, not a vein in Amon's body doubted that he had been found the certain organization he had been worried about, a certain organization which hunted and did not refrain from sheering the life out of its victims. And there he lay now, enclosed within this morbid place, most likely to be met by none other than a certain beast known as death, carried to him through the winds of execution.

Amon lifted himself up violently, welcomed by a soreness in his neck and back. Ignoring the pain, he crossed the room at a quick pace and lifted himself onto the bench on the other side. He gripped the bars firmly and yanked at them forcefully, attempting to distort them to create an opening before the glass. They did not move. He applied more force; they still did not budge.

"Damn it!" he cried, thrusting his fist through the panes, shattering them apart. The shards whipped at the flesh on his hands, causing it to rip and scratch; only increasing his frustration. He breathed heavily for a moment, stabilizing himself as he wiped the trickling blood off his hands. Decidedly, there was no easy way out; after all, the door was so thick that nothing could have broken through it.

Amon stepped down from his standing point, somewhat surprised and ashamed by his sudden outburst. It was unusual for him to act in this way; he was losing self-control. A bitter glare glowing in his eyes, he settled on the bench beneath him, scraping away some of the filth which covered the grungy floor. He crossed his arms on his chest, pressing his back firmly against the wall behind him, losing himself in the pure silence of solitude.

Awaiting almost certain death, for there could be means of salvation, is not what I would call a pleasant experience if I was one to judge. If emotion was to be let loose into my blood and course through my veins, I am sure that I would slowly be driven insane by such a fate. Although my sentiments are so often frozen in time, ice in a sea of freezing water, I have felt myself often somewhat melted by a certain presence. No matter how much I try to keep myself in that deep frigid ocean, you slowly draw me into the rising waves of feeling, swept about like a mere buoy in violent waters. I wonder what is happening to myself, what it is that flows through me.

Yet where are you now? You...the one who has such powers, powers beyond anything I have ever seen or encountered before, powers to break the unbreakable. I remember too clearly the moment I last saw you at, the moment I failed to come to your aid, the moment I floundered as your protector. What kind of guardian was I to be helpless when you were most in need? How could I have been so useless when you suffered so? Filled with dread, my mind wonders...

Wonders if the last breath I saw you take was the last one you ever breathed, hopes with all its might that the blame which lays on me is not that of your demise.

"A hunter so deep in though, what a find for such a place...although you seem to be the hunted now."

Amon cricked his head up at the sound of an unusual voice. Who could be here now? The room was empty after all, or at least had been.

No one was there. Amon looked everywhere but could not find the source of what he had heard. Slightly preoccupied, he resumed his previous stance and closed his eyes firmly, willing away the outside world.

It came again, more distinct this time. Amon could make out every syllable of the repeated phrase, yet clenched his lids together, fighting the urge to once again search for the provenance of the somewhat disturbing saying. For a moment, everything was absolutely silent, but then it sounded once more, uttering a different statement this time, to which Amon could do anything but ignore.

"Don't go thinking that you're hearing voices now, because I can guarantee that what you're hearing is real, or at least partially."

If Amon's vision had not been as acute as it was, he may not have noticed the outline of a figure forming opposite him. It appeared gradually, and at first he would have dismissed it as a tick of the light. It soon solidified into a definite form of a man though, not much older than himself. His dark locks fell before his face, obscuring it in a wave of strands. The collar of his blouse extended past his cheeks, further masking his face. Hands settled on either side of his maroon outfit, he whistled a soft, lingering tune which reached Amon's ears in a haunting chant.

"Weren't expecting any visitors, were you?" The stranger asked. Amon merely exhaled loudly in response.

"Not that you would be in a place like this" the man continued, chuckling lightly. "But I suppose they're many things that you didn't expect would happen recently. The mighty hunter certainly did not expect to be in such a position that he is placed in now."

Anger began simmer within Amon. This man had no right to mock him in such a way. No longer able to suppress his voice, he spoke of the questions which plagued him.

"Who are you?" he stated coldly. "What is your business with me?"

"My business with you? Oh don't worry, you'll soon find out. Lets just say that you have something I need, for now, something I seek which is essential to me. As for who I am, well that's really none of you business is it Mr. Curiosity?"

Suffice to say, Amon was severely displeased with his response.

"But, back to the reason for which I came here for. I'm afraid that it is thoroughly impossible for us to conclude a deal in such and environment, considering the fact that what I require is more than a mere possession or anything easily offered for that matter."

"What makes you think I would be interested in such an agreement?"

"Let's just say a little bird told me you would be."

Woohoo! Thanks to all my reviewers for the nice reviews!

In True Meanings: ah yes, well he was quite depressed, glad you liked!

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