Robin closed the door quietly. Touko was probably already in bed sleeping. The hunt had taken a lot out of her. She was ready to crawl into bed already. Sighing at the aches in her body, she made her way to her bedroom. As she started to undress, uneasiness filled her. She stopped undressing and looked out the window. Everything seemed fine, but looks could be deceiving. Grabbing her coat, Robin quickly left the apartment. She wasn't about to have Touko get hurt on her account.
As Robin walked out into the rain, she felt a cold breeze. She knew what was happening. Robin took off in the other direction. She couldn't call for help. They weren't trained to deal with them. Orbo wouldn't help at all. The craft was too powerful. The hunters would succumb to it. Robin kept running, knowing she was on her own. Then it happened, a pieced of ice flew by her, slicing her arm. The pain didn't stop her though. As a master hunter, she would think of something.
Amon woke with a start. He could feel pain in his arm. It was just a dream. Or was it? He didn't understand why he had a dream about Robin. As soon as he hit the pillow, he saw her running down a dark street. Then something cut her arm and then he woke up. The pain seemed to be real. Amon though nothing more of it and went back to sleep. She's fine he kept telling himself.
Robin saw the sun slightly rising in the distance. She had been running all night long. Her legs ached and she was extremely tired. She could tell her pursuers were tired as well. Their footsteps became smaller and smaller as she ran on. Robin had dodged most of their attacks. They got one more lucky shot in on her leg. Eventually she couldn't take the pain and she collapsed on the ground. She found herself in an alley. Robin reached into her coat.
Amon walked into the office. His arm and leg burned. He had dreamed of Robin all night. Finally he gave up and came into work. Michael was the only one there. Just then the phone rand and Michael picked it up.
"Yeah?"
There was silence and then Michael began shouting Robin's name. Amon's blood went cold. What could have happened? His dreams couldn't' have been real, could they? Michael typed away at this computer.
"What are you doing?" asked Michael.
Amon looked at him with a quizzical look. Then he got the hint. His partner was in trouble and needed him.
"Send me the location on my filter."
That was an order, Amon swore all the while. He should have known. He should have done something. Had he become that cold bastard that looked back at him in the rear view mirror?
I hate these new QuickEdit.