Amon: No way in seven hells am I losing Robin to that damn vampire!
AOTD: I never said you were gonna lose her forever, just for a few chapters.
Amon: Fine. I was going to quit if I lose to some dead guy.
AOTD: This is an A/R!!! The reviewers voted it and it will stay that way. I'm just getting this story back on track.
Amon: And don't forget you promised that you'd fix the age gap.
AOTD: And I will. I try my best to never break promises. Right now I've got a weird fever that is about 101 degrees but a promise is a promise. Does anyone know how to break a fever, I got school tomorrow and I can't be absent anymore because I'm on my fifth one and on the sixth, you fail. Revere High School sucks. Anyways, after I write this thing up, I'm not spell checking so hopefully my computer understands me buy now and auto corrects itself. Then I'm going to sleep and I'll check up on stories and my reviews from you in three hours. I need my nappy otherswise I get very cranky.
Amon: Tell them.
AOTD: About my crankiness?
Amon: No you idiot, about next chapter!
AOTD: Oh. And you guys still need to tell me if I should split up Chapter 12: Vampire Bite because it has a lemon with Amon and a lime with that dipshit vampire. But don't worry, it won't go very far with our hero Amon! Don't worry, don't worry. For the last time, this is an A/R so Robin will only go to the bad vampire dude for a chapter or two. Don't kill me if it's not that good. Lemons and limes are hard to write. Especially if you're sick as hell.
Amon: It better involve me.
AOTD: Yeah, yeah. Just don't walk off like last time, got it?
Dojima: (Yawning) Why do you split your chapters up?
AOTD: Yay! Dojima's back!
Dojima: My question? God, what time is it? 5:39? I should go back to sleep, it's really early.
Amon: Most people are up at five.
Dojima: Most people wear different colors other than black all the time and most guys have shorter hair and have girlfriends at age 25 and or are married with children.
Amon: Most people go to work and are a lot more intelligent than monkeys.
Dojima:……(her brain is still processing what Amon said five minutes ago) Are you calling me a hairy ape?
Amon: Looks like it's still too early for your brain to be working.
AOTD: Hey! Amon made a joke! Anyways, let the disclaimer be shown and Chapter 11 be read!
Disclaimer: I don't own WHR. I'm too sick to write anything else. Short chapter because I don't feel too good. And I don't think I'll be reviewing any chapters till I get better. Better yet, I'll have my big brother write this up, I'm taking a nap. Look at my profile for all the new chapters to come and the titles might give you some spoilers and don't forget to vote whether or not the next chapter should be split up for not. If no one votes, I'm splitting it up, I don't really like long chapters that much but long stories I'm fine with. See ya! I'll do the thank yous next chapter since I'm not feeling well enough to keep writing. Good night.
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Chapter 11: Anger Unleashed; Old powers Finally Mastered
Amon reached the ground floor and walked out the hospital to find Karasuma outside. He stalked his way to her and noticed hand marks on her throat and that her breathing was uneven. Squall, Michael and Dojima came up behind the dark hunter, lost in his thoughts. He was struggling to keep his same, emotionless mask on but was losing badly. He never felt like this before, not since his mother was taken away from him at such a young age. This feeling…of intense anger finally made its way to the surface. The untold hatred, sorrow and anger was hidden, tucked far away from anything and anyone, deep within the depths of Amon's soul came up, all directed towards the person who made this happen.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! If you didn't argue with me over her damn food, she wouldn't have been too scared to ask me to stay with her! If I only stayed then none of this would have ever happened! And where the hell is that new guy? Why isn't he with you? You're the leader Squall, so whatever happens is on your head! You're suppose to be the one to lead us into danger and lead us out together unharmed. You're the one that's suppose to make sure no one's hurt, you're the one who isn't suppose to have any feelings or attachments that might make you blind to the team's needs! Robin is gone and this is all your fault! A good leader makes sure that no one is hurt. But look around us! Sakaki probably has a few broken ribs, Karasuma is knocked out cold, she was almost choked to death, Dojima probably has a concussion that's make her more ditzier if that's even possible and to top it all off, ROBIN IS GONE!!!" Amon was breathing deeply, trying to regain control of himself. "I should be leader, at least I can make things right. I wouldn't have let Karasuma and Dojima watch over Robin." He said calmly.
Everyone stared at the dark hunter, except Nagira, stunned. It seemed that he was the only one that knew that Amon was frustrated and was going to snap anytime soon. He knew that Amon was tired of being used by someone to do their dirty work, he was tired of being a hunter but Robin wanted to see her friends so badly, he couldn't refuse her. Nagira knew a lot of things about his younger brother, things that even the dark hunter himself didn't know. At least now they could get down to business seeing as everyone pretty much has a clear head due to Amon's sudden outburst.
Amon started to walk away. He just wanted to get away and now try to master his power.
Yes, Amon is a witch, among one other thing that not even his profiles knew. His powers had awoken during the collapse of the Factory. The purified Orbo. He knew that Squall was right about the Orbo. When Zaizen shot him, the Orbo oozed out into his body. His system forced his powers to awaken so he wouldn't be killed by the invading Orbo.
'It still hurts like hell though.' His mind thought as he gripped his shoulder.
Footsteps. Amon kept his pace. The wind was whipping his hair out of his face, revealing eyes that didn't belong. The wind picked up again, his Orbo pendant around his neck glowed its unnatural, blue color. The color of the new Orbo. This time, the wind was stronger. Discarded newspaper, plastic bags, and steam from manholes and sewer drains surrounded the unsurprised hunter.
He was in the middle of a harmless, mini-tornado. He let out a sigh, Amon wasn't in the mood for games. He wanted to save Robin while their connection was still strong, he really didn't want to hear what the wind craft-user wanted to say. In one quick, undetectable movement, the great witch hunter Amon took out his gun and started shooting, not bothering to turn around. He knew who his opponent was.
Squall groaned as one of the bullets grazed his cheek, a thin red line appearing a few seconds later. Amon had hit his target and the wind began to slow. It soon ceased, leaving nothing more but an eerie silence between the two men.
"Why the hell are you following me?" His voice still held a bit of angry but only Robin could pick it up if she were here.
"I…I wanna save Robin too." Squall started, his voice quivered slightly. "I want to see her happy. I know she likes you a lot but I thought that maybe I could change her mind for the better. Guess I was wrong." He let out a little chuckle before continuing, "But at least I can make amends and help. If not her, then you. I know your hidden powers Amon Yami Orion. I have them too and a few others."
"How did you know my name. In my profiles, it just stated Amon." Amon asked walking away. Squall followed, it seems that's all he good for, following.
"Like you, I was a lapdog too…until my master had an…how can you say, unexpected accident in which information of our hidden operations leaked. Anyways, I was shot with the greenest Orbo I've ever seen in my life and my powers awoke to that. My powers, my true powers had awoken when I was just an infant but they were bound by my mother to protect me from further…experiments that I had to watch my mother and others suffer though. The mothers of the new, more enhanced, more powerful witches who could pass on their genes. The mother of the Adams and Eves of witches I watched-"
"I don't care. Just tell me how you knew about me." Amon interrupted rudely.
"I was given access to everything once they thought they brainwashed me to think that my own kind were the enemies. I requested, they delivered. So, I wanted to find out more about the mothers I saw and their children. I read their complete profiles. I don't remember too many of them but your name was stuck in my head. You were all I could remember, probably because they wanted me to be just like you."
"Get to the damn point!" Amon was getting really irritated. "You know what? Nevermind, can you tell me how to control my powers?"
"Nope. Everyone has different controls for different powers."
"That's just great." Amon replied sarcastically before walking away.
He was feeling so frustrated. In his mind, Amon could hear her calling out, pleading for his help, screaming his name. She was still begging for his help. 'Some warden I am.'
Squall looked on, watched in interest as everything that neared the depressed, brooding hunter disappeared in a black mist. Squall smiled to himself and wondered how powerful Amon's Craft would be once it was mastered.
"But Amon! It looks like your powers are connected to your need to protect the one you love." Squall singed song before turning and walking back to his team.
Amon stopped dead in his tracks and then turned around just in time as a gust of wind made Squall's exit more dramatic. He's a showoff but he does have a point.
"Need…to protect the one I…love?" Amon repeated, mildly confused.
"Yes…Amon." The sweet, young girl's voice answered.
He turned and began to run. This time, he wasn't running away, he was running to someone who needed him as much as he needed her. He understood it now. The dream he had a few days ago wasn't his alone, it was Robin's too. Their connection. They could hear each other's thoughts when the other permitted them to. They could hear each other's thought, needs, desires and pleads.
His hair flew from his face, sounds of his heavy, dark flapping in the wind, met his boots. Amon was running so fast, even the wind had trouble keeping up with him.
Normal people from the sidewalks stopping and swearing that they just saw a black blur running past them. The footsteps and wind was felt later on.
"Robin, I'm coming."
AOTD: I never said you were gonna lose her forever, just for a few chapters.
Amon: Fine. I was going to quit if I lose to some dead guy.
AOTD: This is an A/R!!! The reviewers voted it and it will stay that way. I'm just getting this story back on track.
Amon: And don't forget you promised that you'd fix the age gap.
AOTD: And I will. I try my best to never break promises. Right now I've got a weird fever that is about 101 degrees but a promise is a promise. Does anyone know how to break a fever, I got school tomorrow and I can't be absent anymore because I'm on my fifth one and on the sixth, you fail. Revere High School sucks. Anyways, after I write this thing up, I'm not spell checking so hopefully my computer understands me buy now and auto corrects itself. Then I'm going to sleep and I'll check up on stories and my reviews from you in three hours. I need my nappy otherswise I get very cranky.
Amon: Tell them.
AOTD: About my crankiness?
Amon: No you idiot, about next chapter!
AOTD: Oh. And you guys still need to tell me if I should split up Chapter 12: Vampire Bite because it has a lemon with Amon and a lime with that dipshit vampire. But don't worry, it won't go very far with our hero Amon! Don't worry, don't worry. For the last time, this is an A/R so Robin will only go to the bad vampire dude for a chapter or two. Don't kill me if it's not that good. Lemons and limes are hard to write. Especially if you're sick as hell.
Amon: It better involve me.
AOTD: Yeah, yeah. Just don't walk off like last time, got it?
Dojima: (Yawning) Why do you split your chapters up?
AOTD: Yay! Dojima's back!
Dojima: My question? God, what time is it? 5:39? I should go back to sleep, it's really early.
Amon: Most people are up at five.
Dojima: Most people wear different colors other than black all the time and most guys have shorter hair and have girlfriends at age 25 and or are married with children.
Amon: Most people go to work and are a lot more intelligent than monkeys.
Dojima:……(her brain is still processing what Amon said five minutes ago) Are you calling me a hairy ape?
Amon: Looks like it's still too early for your brain to be working.
AOTD: Hey! Amon made a joke! Anyways, let the disclaimer be shown and Chapter 11 be read!
Disclaimer: I don't own WHR. I'm too sick to write anything else. Short chapter because I don't feel too good. And I don't think I'll be reviewing any chapters till I get better. Better yet, I'll have my big brother write this up, I'm taking a nap. Look at my profile for all the new chapters to come and the titles might give you some spoilers and don't forget to vote whether or not the next chapter should be split up for not. If no one votes, I'm splitting it up, I don't really like long chapters that much but long stories I'm fine with. See ya! I'll do the thank yous next chapter since I'm not feeling well enough to keep writing. Good night.
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Chapter 11: Anger Unleashed; Old powers Finally Mastered
Amon reached the ground floor and walked out the hospital to find Karasuma outside. He stalked his way to her and noticed hand marks on her throat and that her breathing was uneven. Squall, Michael and Dojima came up behind the dark hunter, lost in his thoughts. He was struggling to keep his same, emotionless mask on but was losing badly. He never felt like this before, not since his mother was taken away from him at such a young age. This feeling…of intense anger finally made its way to the surface. The untold hatred, sorrow and anger was hidden, tucked far away from anything and anyone, deep within the depths of Amon's soul came up, all directed towards the person who made this happen.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! If you didn't argue with me over her damn food, she wouldn't have been too scared to ask me to stay with her! If I only stayed then none of this would have ever happened! And where the hell is that new guy? Why isn't he with you? You're the leader Squall, so whatever happens is on your head! You're suppose to be the one to lead us into danger and lead us out together unharmed. You're the one that's suppose to make sure no one's hurt, you're the one who isn't suppose to have any feelings or attachments that might make you blind to the team's needs! Robin is gone and this is all your fault! A good leader makes sure that no one is hurt. But look around us! Sakaki probably has a few broken ribs, Karasuma is knocked out cold, she was almost choked to death, Dojima probably has a concussion that's make her more ditzier if that's even possible and to top it all off, ROBIN IS GONE!!!" Amon was breathing deeply, trying to regain control of himself. "I should be leader, at least I can make things right. I wouldn't have let Karasuma and Dojima watch over Robin." He said calmly.
Everyone stared at the dark hunter, except Nagira, stunned. It seemed that he was the only one that knew that Amon was frustrated and was going to snap anytime soon. He knew that Amon was tired of being used by someone to do their dirty work, he was tired of being a hunter but Robin wanted to see her friends so badly, he couldn't refuse her. Nagira knew a lot of things about his younger brother, things that even the dark hunter himself didn't know. At least now they could get down to business seeing as everyone pretty much has a clear head due to Amon's sudden outburst.
Amon started to walk away. He just wanted to get away and now try to master his power.
Yes, Amon is a witch, among one other thing that not even his profiles knew. His powers had awoken during the collapse of the Factory. The purified Orbo. He knew that Squall was right about the Orbo. When Zaizen shot him, the Orbo oozed out into his body. His system forced his powers to awaken so he wouldn't be killed by the invading Orbo.
'It still hurts like hell though.' His mind thought as he gripped his shoulder.
Footsteps. Amon kept his pace. The wind was whipping his hair out of his face, revealing eyes that didn't belong. The wind picked up again, his Orbo pendant around his neck glowed its unnatural, blue color. The color of the new Orbo. This time, the wind was stronger. Discarded newspaper, plastic bags, and steam from manholes and sewer drains surrounded the unsurprised hunter.
He was in the middle of a harmless, mini-tornado. He let out a sigh, Amon wasn't in the mood for games. He wanted to save Robin while their connection was still strong, he really didn't want to hear what the wind craft-user wanted to say. In one quick, undetectable movement, the great witch hunter Amon took out his gun and started shooting, not bothering to turn around. He knew who his opponent was.
Squall groaned as one of the bullets grazed his cheek, a thin red line appearing a few seconds later. Amon had hit his target and the wind began to slow. It soon ceased, leaving nothing more but an eerie silence between the two men.
"Why the hell are you following me?" His voice still held a bit of angry but only Robin could pick it up if she were here.
"I…I wanna save Robin too." Squall started, his voice quivered slightly. "I want to see her happy. I know she likes you a lot but I thought that maybe I could change her mind for the better. Guess I was wrong." He let out a little chuckle before continuing, "But at least I can make amends and help. If not her, then you. I know your hidden powers Amon Yami Orion. I have them too and a few others."
"How did you know my name. In my profiles, it just stated Amon." Amon asked walking away. Squall followed, it seems that's all he good for, following.
"Like you, I was a lapdog too…until my master had an…how can you say, unexpected accident in which information of our hidden operations leaked. Anyways, I was shot with the greenest Orbo I've ever seen in my life and my powers awoke to that. My powers, my true powers had awoken when I was just an infant but they were bound by my mother to protect me from further…experiments that I had to watch my mother and others suffer though. The mothers of the new, more enhanced, more powerful witches who could pass on their genes. The mother of the Adams and Eves of witches I watched-"
"I don't care. Just tell me how you knew about me." Amon interrupted rudely.
"I was given access to everything once they thought they brainwashed me to think that my own kind were the enemies. I requested, they delivered. So, I wanted to find out more about the mothers I saw and their children. I read their complete profiles. I don't remember too many of them but your name was stuck in my head. You were all I could remember, probably because they wanted me to be just like you."
"Get to the damn point!" Amon was getting really irritated. "You know what? Nevermind, can you tell me how to control my powers?"
"Nope. Everyone has different controls for different powers."
"That's just great." Amon replied sarcastically before walking away.
He was feeling so frustrated. In his mind, Amon could hear her calling out, pleading for his help, screaming his name. She was still begging for his help. 'Some warden I am.'
Squall looked on, watched in interest as everything that neared the depressed, brooding hunter disappeared in a black mist. Squall smiled to himself and wondered how powerful Amon's Craft would be once it was mastered.
"But Amon! It looks like your powers are connected to your need to protect the one you love." Squall singed song before turning and walking back to his team.
Amon stopped dead in his tracks and then turned around just in time as a gust of wind made Squall's exit more dramatic. He's a showoff but he does have a point.
"Need…to protect the one I…love?" Amon repeated, mildly confused.
"Yes…Amon." The sweet, young girl's voice answered.
He turned and began to run. This time, he wasn't running away, he was running to someone who needed him as much as he needed her. He understood it now. The dream he had a few days ago wasn't his alone, it was Robin's too. Their connection. They could hear each other's thoughts when the other permitted them to. They could hear each other's thought, needs, desires and pleads.
His hair flew from his face, sounds of his heavy, dark flapping in the wind, met his boots. Amon was running so fast, even the wind had trouble keeping up with him.
Normal people from the sidewalks stopping and swearing that they just saw a black blur running past them. The footsteps and wind was felt later on.
"Robin, I'm coming."