Robin stared at Amon; her emerald eyes emotionless. He only wished he could see that lively glint in her eyes. That small reassurance that she was alive. But he was just staring at a puppet. A mere ragdoll to Matsumoto. And for what? To play with his emotions? Ohh.. killing that bastard would be one pleasure Amon longed for.
His gun aimed steadily at her as the rain turned to hail.
"Robin." his hair stuck to the side of his face; and his vision was almost blurred by the sudden income from the hail. "Wake up." he paused. "Wake up, or I'll shoot."
The puppet stepped forward, leaned over, and picked up something from the floor. Her glasses.
I wonder, Teased Matsumoto's voice. Can you really shoot her?
Amon's eyes where as dull as the witch before him. No feelings came through him anymore. He wasn't sure if he'd felt like killing someone this direly before.
When she pulled on her glasses, her eyes lit up, her lips moving soundlessly as fire torched at Amon's torso dangerously; yet then flickered out from the rain.Amon's heart began to pound in his ears as he stepped backwards cautiously, and held his orbo-gun tighter. The rain became so thick, he could barely see the young witch. How the hell could Matsumoto control Robin in this weather? He had to be close. Incredibly close.
"Bingo." said a voice behind him. Amon spun around, only to see Matsumoto himself standing before him. He was nothing but a hazy blur to Amon's eyes; but instincts overtook what he saw. Raising his gun, he fired blindly at the haze.
"Too Late." his voice was now merely inches from Amon's right. Fire erupted beneath him, and before Amon could react, a sudden blow to the ribs knocked him off of his feet.
Amon let out a sharp curse, his gun flying from his hand and from his vision. It was now all up to his hands and feet. The hunter rolled to his feet, and clenched his fists as he looked about him.
Vision could do nothing for him. Instincts could only benefit Amon in this cruel battle. And he wasn't intent on losing.
Left. Amon swiftly moved, then forced his right fist forward. He hit something- he wasn't sure what, but he heard a surprised "oomph!", and a staggering step. Keep going.
His left foot swung forward, intersecting with a leg. Another sucessful "Ughn!". This time he heard his body collapse.
The rain eased down. His vision began to clear faintly as he stared down at the body struggling to stand. Suddenly three seperate gunshots where heard; and the body collapsed.
Sakaki, Doujima, and Karasuma emerged, letting down their guns.
"You sure beat the crap out of him." comment Sakaki. His body, all of their bodies seemed charred from Robin's previous burning.
"Are you alright?" asked Karasuma. Amon nodded.
"Where's Robin?" questioned Doujima, her pajama's now sadly soaked against her skin.
"I dunno," replied Sakaki, ruffling his hair. "I can't see anything in this weather!"
"Doesn't seem like it'll let up much." observed Karasuma, looking up. "We'll just have to search around." the four STN-J members slowly paced around the parking-lot area; careful for not tripping over their own feet. Minutes passed.
"Dammnit!" the rest heard Sakaki shout finally. "Where the hell is she!"
"Better yet," said Doujima. "Where the hell is Matsumoto? I see the fire burnt marks here.. but no body."
Whoo! I'm back! I'm so sorry to leave the story hanging like that. I fell into a 3-month writer's block. But it's all coming back to me. Yay. Only acouple (maybe?) chapters left! Yeah. I like to keep my stories short. I'm lazy like that. Hope everyone is doing well! Until next time! Ja ne!