Thank you to all who reviewed. Now enjoy.

Chapter Four - Returning to The Past

It had been three days since Robin was turned to stone. The hunters have turned up no new leads on Hiro or his ability to use powers. The candle was running out and it was now down to the middle of the 'k' when Amon left work that day. Amon was sitting at home Friday night watching the news for anything out of the ordinary when his laptop on the desk behind him beeped. He turned around and saw the "You've Got Mail' light flashing. He got up and clicked on the link.
"Try as you might... but you will fail.. you never have been good at anything when it comes to females." Amon read the e-mail. He didn't recognize the e-mail. He looked for an IP number, but there was none.
"He's back." Amon thought as he deleted the e-mail and walked across his apartment. He went into his bedroom and into his closet where he looked up onto a top shelve. He pulled down an old shoe box and opened it. Inside was a photograph. He pulled it out, put the box down, and walked out into the living room where there was more light.
The photo was of an older man and woman standing next to each other. The man lad short black hair and the woman had long red hair with deep green eyes. Their was a boy, maybe six years old with short brown hair standing in front of the man with the man's hand on his shoulder. The woman was holding what appeared to be a baby boy with black hair. They were standing in front of a beautiful gray Victorian mansion in the middle of the forest.
Amon just stared at the woman.
"Mother..." He thought to himself, his expression not changing and emotions as stone cold as ever. He sat down on the sofa and looked at the photo. That house, that forest. It seamed so familiar.
"Behold your heart... truth will be found... alone you must discover. Look deep inside... travel if must...Maybe start with your mother?..." The tune was back and in his head. He tried to shake it out, but only gave himself a headache. He walked into the bathroom and took some aspirin. When he closed the mirror cabinet, he saw something. A reflection, but it looked familiar, but it wasn't him. It was a man in black with a cold expressionless face looking at him. Eyes the screamed out hate and death. He blinked and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was himself.
"That guy, why do I fell I know him? Like I've meet him before." Amon looked at his reflection. This whole ordeal was really starting to pull him down.
"Why me? Why am I linked to Robin being a stone block?" He asked his reflection. And he received and answer.
"But you can't see... or do you ignore... the way she calls your name..." Amon said to himself.
"That rhyme. Because of Robin's childish ways, I've been dragged into this." He walked out of the bathroom and picked up the photograph. He flipped it over. On the back was some nice and neat handwriting. It said...

"Our new home. Our new life together. Our new family. Kognishi, Raven, Nagira and baby Amon. Together forever."

Amon closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
"The forest house..." He opened his eyes and looked outside. It was almost midnight. He grabbed his trench coat and put the photo in his pocket. He grabbed his keys and ran out the door. He drove down the dark streets of Japan. It began to ran and Amon cursed quietly to himself. As the rain pounded his windshield and the wiper blades pushed it away, Amon drove. He didn't know where he was going just yet. For the first time, he really didn't have a plan. He was just following his gut. But what made this drive worse, was he had that tune in his head and he couldn't get it out. It was beginning to give him a migraine. But at least he was beginning to get more and more of the lyrics, slowly.
"But you can't see... or do you ignore... the way she calls your name. You can not see... between you and her... ...Behold your heart... truth will be found... alone you must discover. Look deep inside... travel if must...Maybe start with your mother? Beat the clock... better not stall..." Amon said out loud to himself.
"This doesn't make sense. Something is missing." He slowed down his car and turned on his high beams. He pulled off the main road and onto a small dirt side street which was lined with many trees. Halfway up that street, he stopped his car. He rolled his window down halfway and looked out into the rain. He was looking for something. But he didn't know what. He drove up a little further and saw something on a large pine tree. He parked his car, left it running and got out. He walked over to the tree and put his hand on the trunk. He felt something, like a carving. He pulled out his flashlight and looked at the trunk.
"It's an arrow. That's a bit odd. And lettering? 'This way dork?" Amon raised an eyebrow at the carving. It seamed old. Like it was carved quite a while ago. He looked next to the tree, a small path, just large enough for a car seamed to be there between the rows of trees, but it seamed a bit overgrown with vines and grass. Amon walked back to his car and backed up, he then put it back into drive and turned down the path. His car was ably to easily drive over the tall grass, but when it came to the vines, he couldn't get through. He shut down, locked up and turned on his flash light. Before he began walking, he relized he needed to hide his tracks of being there. He walked back along the path he just came and cursing all the way, he managed to destroy the half mile of tire tracks in the tall grass.
"I can't believe I'm doing this for that girl." He mumbled as he climbed through some thick tangled vines. Once through the vines, be was able to walk a clear grassy path. The kept his flashlight moving side to side to make sure the path he was walking was clear of obstacles. After walking for about what seemed like a mile, he entered a large clearing. Lightning flashed and illuminated the area. There about ten feet from him was a large gray Victorian mansion. As the light disappeared, he moved his flashlight over to that area and just stared at the house. It almost seamed ghost-like. It was so dark and eerie. He made his way towards the house slowly. His flashlight still moving everywhere to check the area for anything. He walked up the stairs towards the front door. He stopped once he got on the porch. It was a wrap a round porch and went all the way around. There was a bench swing hanging from the overhang of the porch. He walked over to it and touched it. It swung slightly and make a squeak noise due to the rust. It looked as though in it's day it was a beautifully painted swing of bright blue colors. Amon walked back over to the door and put his hand on the knob. He took in a deep breath and prepared himself for the unexpected.
"Look deep inside... travel if must...Maybe start with your mother?" He thought to himself again as he slowly turned the knob and to his surprise was able to push open the unlocked black wooden door.

A/N- Well? Please R&R This one wasn't as short as the last. But I have a feeling the next one will make up for it. Be prepared for details and lots of mystery.