Chapter 4

Amon flung open the door, to find nothing but the roof itself before him. A cold winter breeze brushed against and past him as he stood on the vacant roof. Though, his hand wouldn't agree with his eyes, it still holding the orbo gun steady, aimed up. Ready for anything.

Such tense feelings, Amon. sneered the voice.

Show yourself.

Why? There already is a show going on down there. Why don't you take a look?

Amon narrowed, taking one last shifty-eye look around, then paced over, looking down at the group below.

"You okay, Robin?" asked Sakaki as he and Karasuma helped her up. Robin didn't reply, her eyes dulled, no longer in their youthful, bright emerald gleam. "You look like you just got hit by a semi."

"Robin?" Doujima asked. Karasuma crossed her arms. She.. didn't seem to be hurting them. She wasn't being pupeteered, was she? Doujima waved her hand infront of Robin's face. Nothing stirred her.

"She's like a walking corpse!" exclaimed Sakaki.

Karasuma frowned at his comment, deep in thought. She glanced at her feet, and noticed something beside her left. Robin's glasses! She kneeled down, and pressed her finger to one of the lenses.

Fire. Pain. Anxiety. Fear. It shot out of the glasses into Karasuma, and nearly made her fall back. No. She wasn't a corpse. Merely a helpless puppet, left dangling on it's strings. Matsumoto must be occupied, she thought. Poor Robin. She was trapped inside her mind. But, she was fighting.

"Keep trying,.." murmured Karasuma, clutching the glasses close as she stood.

"Come on, Robin," said Doujima, shaking her arm abit. "Wake up!" Robin's eyes lit up suddenly. Karasuma jumped.

"Doujima! Sakaki! Get--!" Fwoom! A field of fire erupted onto the STN-J crew, a horrible red haze from Amon's view.

"Robin!" shouted Amon, sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

Not so innocent, is she? I do enjoy her powers, though.. laughed the voice. Amon grit his teeth, the orbo gun nearly breaking in his grip. No. No time. Amon ran back to the stairs. Only Matsumoto's laughing could be heard as he rushed down the flights. He didn't care. Only..

Robin. Mother.

Rain began to fall. The chilling wind picked up pace as Amon raced down the stairs. Robin stood before the fiery hell she summoned. She bent over, picked up her glasses, put them on. No emotion, no reaction was reflected on her glasses lenses' as she watched the flames begin to crawl down from the rain. Nothing flowed through Robin's mind, as the rain began to pour on her. Until..

"Robin!" Pain, fear, anxiety. The emotions hit her like a bullet through her heart, her mind.

"Run..!" her cry called, though no sound escaped from her lips. Amon looked to the dying fire.

"Sakaki, Doujima, Karasuma... did..you,." his eyes widened. "Robin! Snap out of it!"

He's in the way, said the voice irritably. Get rid of him. Robin's eyes lit up as she turned to him.

Please, shoot me. I can't-- I don't want to hurt any innocent people..

Run, son..! I don't want to hurt you,.

Amon's right hand occupied by the orbo gun slowly lifted to face her, as his orbo began to bubble.

The rain continued to pour, and pour...

Oh, how I love leaving cliffhangers.-snicker-

Sorry it took me so long to get this one in. It's rather short too...

I've still been sick and in a minor writer's block for a while. Ugh. No fun.

ANYWAYS,
So, it seems Robin isn't the only one losing it, eh? Poor Amon. But, you can understand why he acts like this. He keeps on comparing (or putting into reality rather) his own Mother in Robin's spot. Then his own emotional feelings for Robin get jumbled up and the end result is a stress-ridden-freaked-out Amon. Very strange & difficult to put into character. Nice change though, eh?

Well, until next chapter! Sayonara!