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Chapter Six - Going Home

The door of the house creaked open and Amon stepped in. It was dark, as expected and dust flew everywhere from the breeze of the door. He looked around for a light switch and flipped it on. To his surprise, it worked.
"This house should be completely dead. It hasn't been used in years." Amon said out loud to himself as he closed the door behind him and looked about the newly lit room. It was beautiful. A grand staircase was in the middle of the front room. There was a note taped to the railing. It was old and dusty and the ink had started to fade. It was dated over twenty years ago. Amon took the note and read it.

"Amon. Where are you. I can't find mom and there is blood all over the house and the house looks like someone broke in. Please if you find this, come to me. My address is 325 Tea Street, floor 3, apartment F. Call me to let me know you are okay. 865-753-9015 Please little bro, I'm very worried, I know I never showed it before, but I do care about you. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. I'll be waiting for you. Amon just please contact me. Your brother, Nagira."

Amon

A tall ceiling was above and a large golden chandelier with gems dangled down. The walls were a soft yellow and the floor was a white tile with a black bat in front of the door. A table sat next to the door with what seemed to be car keys and a purse and a lamp whose bulb was burnt out. There was two rooms to the left, and two rooms to the right. There were two windows, her dusted the curtains off and reviled a pale rose colored curtain. He closed both. Amon went to the left. He turned the lights on. It was a family room with the walls painted a light blue. A large faded teal sofa and matching love seat and chair decorated the white carpeted floor. Against the right wall was a large stone fireplace with a mantle. Amon walked over to the mantle and saw a bunch of broken glass, he looked down on the floor and saw some broken picture frames. One picture was missing. The others pictures consisted of a very young Nagira standing next to his first car, a wedding photo and an exact copy of the photo Amon had in his pocket. Amon Looked around the room. Dust had settled everywhere. The furniture was facing large TV which was up against the back wall. Amon made his way over to the TV when he stepped on more glass. He looked down and saw this glass had dried blood on it along with lots of dust. He looked across the room to the left wall and right under the windows was a silver table frame. Amon figured the glass he was standing on was the table top. There was a broken vase next to the table frame and some dead dried flowers scattered around it.
"A fight?" Amon thought out loud to himself. He stood back up and walked over to the windows. He dusted off the curtains and reviled a faded, but beautiful teal and gray marble design. He moved to the back of the room and found a couple small dried blood spots and shattered glass. He looked around the corner into the next room and saw the kitchen. He sighed and walked back to the main room, shutting the lights off in the sitting room. The room directly to the left of the stairs was a small bathroom decorated in yellow and seashells. Amon had no interest but kept the location in mind, just in case. He then went into the room that was directly in front of him.
He turned on that light. The lights lit up over a kitchen island which was right next to the doorway. This room was a soft off-white color. The counters were a navy and white marble stone. The floors were a white tile. Behind the island was a double glass door that lead out onto a patio deck. The doors were slid open and the screen of one was busted. Amon closed the doors. On the stove was a silver pot with mold growing in it. Next to the stove was a silver double doored refrigerator. On the other side of the stove, next to the island, was a sink and under it was a dishwasher. Amon opened it and saw clean dishes.
"What ever happened, happened unexpectedly." Amon said to himself. Amon picked up a tall bar chair and stood it at the island next to the with the other three. He picked up an empty bullet shell that was under the chair and looked at it.
"Orbo." Amon said as he turned the bullet over between his fingers.
"Careless hunters." He put the shell on the island and walked over to the fridge. He opened it and saw it stocked with moldy and old food and drinks, the freezer was the same. He turned around and saw a wooden kitchen table, three chairs upturned and tossed messily about. He looked outside and saw the other chair laying broken on the back porch. He moved onto the next room. He turned the lights off in the kitchen. Then from the kitchen, he moved into the room that was connected to the kitchen. He turned the lights on and saw a beautiful cherry wood dinning room set. The walls were a light brown and up against the left wall was a cabinet with glass doors. Inside held fine china with gold trim on all the edges of the plates, bowls cups, glasses and handles of the silverware. There were two matching candle holders with white partly melted candles in them.
Amon walked across the wood floors to the cabinet and touched the door of the cabinet and looked at his reflection in the dusty glass.
"If this is my house, why don't I remember what happened?" Amon said to himself coldly. He walked past the burgundy curtains and moved back to the main room, after shutting the lights off in the dining room. He headed for the stairs. He put his hand in his jacket and pulled out his gun.
"Just in case." He said to himself. He walked up the stairs and came to a fork sort of. To the left was a large double door and to the right was two smaller doors. Amon went to the right. As he walked, he stopped and looked down the railing at the main floor, he was pretty high up. He continued walking. There was more then door doors. Around a corner was another door, an opened door. He started with that one.
"A library?" Amon asked himself as he turned the light on and reviled shelves and shelves and shelves of books. In the middle of the room was a round carpet which looked perfectly on the hardwood floors. At the back in front of a window was a wooden desk and a chair. To the left was a fireplace. Amon walked over to the desk and walked around to the back. There was three pictures on it. One of a young Nagira, one of a young Amon and one of the woman from the picture Amon has. He opened the desk draws but found that they were already emptied. He left the room and shut the light off. He moved to the next room.
"Warning. Keep Out. Nagira's Room. Stay away. That means you Amon." Amon read this off the door and couldn't help but chuckle as he opened the door and turned the light on. The room was green with a green carpet and a full sized bed against the wall turned horizontally. Camouflage sheets lay messily on the bed. A desk sat in the left corner with a computer on it. Next to the window directly across from Amon was a small bookshelf with some textbooks and some magazines. Their was a bathroom to the right which was decorated in green and blue and was semi-clean. He stepped back into the room and noticed how closes were tossed messily about the room. The room, like everywhere else, was very dusty.
"Glad to keep out." Amon said with a raised eyebrow as he left the room, shut the light off and left the room. He then moved to the next room. He opened the door and turned on the light. This room was a light blue with a blue carpet and was set up opposite Nagira's. On the carpet had a small dried bloodstain at the foot of the bed in front of a toy chest. The bathroom was to the left and it was shared with the other room. The computer desk was next to the window to the right and next to it was a book shelf that held children's books and some coloring books. The bed had stars and moon sheets. A white old teddy bear was laying on the middle of the neatly made bed. Amon walked over to the computer desk and saw a photograph. It was of the same woman and a young Amon sitting outside the house on the swing. He looked out the window over the desk, which was open. There was a garden fence leaning against the side of the house, their were no flowers, just vines. Amon shut the window and the light and moved on. He crossed the hall. He stopped again to check downstairs by looking over the railing. Nothing changed. So he entered the last room.
"Strange." Amon said as he opened the door. This room was an off-white color with a matching white carpet and not a speck of dust was to be seen. There was a king-sized bed directly in front of him against the wall. Above the bed was a white net curtain hung on all four sided and hung from the ceiling down to about eight inches off the floor. The bed was raised off the floor about two feet. Amon moved the curtain. There were four posts, one on each corner of the bed, that went from floor to ceiling and were connected to the bed frame. The sheets were baby blue and were tossed about. There were two end tables, one on each side. The left one had photographs and a small blue lamp, the right one had an alarm clock and a matching blue lamp. Amon looked to the left where he saw a balcony door which baby blue curtains closed over the double doors. To the left of the bedroom door was a closet door. He opened it and saw a large walk-in closet. Inside was a long black dress and a few short colorful dresses. Next to the closet was a bathroom complete with two sinks, a shower and a hot tub. He smirked thinking about how his parents must have like in style. On the right side of the door, was a large fireplace. Amon moved over to the desk which was on the right wall. There was a computer and a few photo albums and a diary. Amon opened the diary and saw it was his mother's. He stared at it wide eyed. He read the last entry.
" 'They' are coming. I'm hoping like hell they don't find me. Nagira ran away a week ago. After Kognishi died two months ago, Nagira just fell apart. I received a phone call from a friend of his saying he was living there. At least he is safe. He may not be my son, but I do love him. I just wish he understood why I watch Amon so much and also protect him. It's not just because he's my son, it's because if 'they' come, I need to protect Amon. I can't let them get to him. I couldn't live with myself if something ever happened to my baby. He's so young and they are so ruthless. They don't care if he's young. They will still kill him. Oh Kognishi, I wish you were here. I need you. You helped me be strong. You kept telling me I should tell Amon. But I just couldn't. His happy life would come to an end. He is so full of life and joy. If he found out he is a seed, he would drop into depression. I couldn't bear to see him unhappy. I want him to grow up and be successful. Get married, have children, grow old and live out his life to the fullest of his dreams. But 'they' want that to end now. I can see him outside playing. The dog Scrappy running around keeping him happy. I'm so glad we go him that dog for Christmas. Nagira was jealous, but he soon got over it when you gave him his first car for his sixteenth birthday. Well, I better go finish the dishes and make lunch. When I felt tears coming, I ran upstairs to write. You always told me not to keep my emotions inside me Kognishi, but without you here and Amon is too young, I write. Amon is calling, probably wants lunch. I promised him a special lunch today. His favorite. Macaroni and Cheese. Oh Amon, If only I could tell you how much I love you and if only I could tell you all my secrets. Nagira knows, he was gonna tell you, I should have let him. But I panicked. I didn't know how you would react. So I scolded him and he ran away. Amon my son, I love you so much. Please understand. If anything happens to me, I wanted to tell you, but I also wanted to protect you. Amon is calling again, I can't under "

Amon put the book down. Images flashed through his mind. Flashbacks. Of...his past...

A/N-Well? R&R please