Thanks for reviewing. Just a side note, in this chapter, between the chapter title and END FLASHBACK whenever I say Amon, I mean the ten-year-old Amon. After that, I'm talking about the adult Amon. But it's just for this chapter. Enjoy!

Amon was sent into a flashback of his past. He felt like he was watching a movie. He saw his younger self...

Chapter Seven - Flashback

"Scrappy! Come here boy! Bring the ball here!" A ten year old boy with short black hair called over to his dog. The golden retriever puppy came running up, tail wagging and tongue wagging. He pounced on the boy and the boy laughed.
"Scrappy." The boy rolled on the grass with his dog, getting his white tee shirt and blue jeans all dirty. The boy stood up.
"Mom's not gonna be happy. 'Amon your all dirty. That's your new shirt.' Ah...I'm sure she wont mind." The boy, named Amon, said as he picked up the yellow tennis ball and threw it for the dog to chase. Amon turned when he heard the front doorbell ring. He ran onto the back porch, kicked off his shoes and ran to the door.
"Konichiwa." Amon said as he opened the door with a smile. The smile faded when he saw what was waiting on the other side. There was a man and a woman, dressed in complete black, from their black shirts, pants, shoes and trench coats. The man had short blond hair, the girl had long brown hair. Their eyes were hidden by sunglasses.
"Can I help you?" Amon asked, slightly scared. The two looked at each other.
"A kid? Headquarters said nothing of a kid." The man said to the woman. The woman nodded and turned around and started talking on her cell phone.
"It's Masaki. Yes sir. No sir. A kid. Small boy. Yes sir. Of course sir." The woman hung up her phone and turned back around.
"Continue as planned, and the boy too." The girl whispered to the man. The man nodded and squatted down to the height of Amon.
"Hey they kid, is your mom home? Tell her her friends Masaki and Yamaco are here." He asked as Amon backed up and walked over to the staircase.
"Mommy." Amon called up. He waited. A few minutes went by.
"Mommy! There are some people here to see you!" Amon called, his voice a little shaky and fast from fear.
"Amon what are you yelling about? I can't understand a word you are saying." A young woman with long red hair and bright green eyes came walking down the upstairs hallway. The two people dressed in black moved and hid outside the doorway on the front porch, they pulled out two black guns and put it in the pocket of their trench coats, easy access. The woman made her way down the white staircase, her red hair flowing beautifully behind her. She reached the floor and walked over to Amon.
"Amon who is here? There is no one at the door." The woman said and pointed to the door. Amon looked at the door confused.
"But there was mommy. Two people. A man and a woman. Dressed in black. One had a cell phone." Amon said. His mother's fine skin turned pale.
"Amon, what were these people here for? What were their names?" She asked, putting a hand on Amon's shoulder.
"They said their names were Masaki and Yamaco." Amon replied. His mother was now very scared.
"Amon! Run!" Raven yelled and pushed her son into the sitting room. Masaki and Yamaco ran into the house and looked around, they caught a glimpse of Raven's long red hair going into the room and they followed.
"Come on Raven! Don't make this harder then it has to be!" Masaki called out as they walked the room. They walked over to a glass table which had a flower vase sitting atop it. Yamaco picked up the vase and threw it at the wall, shattering it. They listened closely. Raven and Amon were hiding on the other side of the sofa. Yamaco kicked the glass table and it shattered everywhere.
"Ouch." Came the scared voice of Amon.
"Shhhh." Came Raven's.
"There!" Masaki called and pointed to the sofa as Raven and Amon ran from the room, Amon with a small cut on the top of his foot which was starting to bleed right through his white sock. Raven and Amon ran into the kitchen. Maskaki and Yamaco followed. Raven stood next to the kitchen table and was holding Amon close to her. She tried to open the screen door but it was stuck. She picked up a chair and threw it at Yamaco. He threw it back, toppling over a bar chair and causing the table chair to crash through the screen door, landing outside. Scrappy yipped and ran away.
"Scrappy!" Amon yelled through tears.
"Amon run!" Raven yelled as he pushed her son away. Masaki fired a green bullet at the little boy. She missed and the boy ran into the dinning room. The bullet landed on the floor. Raven grabbed an empty glass off the table and threw it at the hunters as Amon ran from the room. It shattered against the wall and cut Masaki on the cheek. Raven ran after her son, knocking chairs over as she did.
"Amon hurry!" Raven yelled. She headed for the front door but saw another hunter running in. She pushed Amon up the stairs was frantically trying to move faster. She pushed her son into his bedroom which was open and closed the door.
"Amon," Raven said quietly to her son as she walked over to his window and opened it.
"Run. Go anywhere. You need to survive. Please just go. And promise me you wont come back." She kissed him on the forehead and picked him up and put him on the desk.
"Mommy..." Amon cried.
"Just go." Raven cried. Amon climbed out the window and down the garden fence, knocking off his mother's rose buds as he did.
When he got closer to the ground he heard a loud shout.
"Raven your gonna die! And we will get your son too! So just make it easier and tell us where he is!" Another man shouted. Amon stopped to catch his breath.
"No! You will not get him Zaizen! I refuse to let you hurt him! He is too innocent and pure!" Raven shouted, her last attempt to save her son. Then Amon heard a loud gun shot.
"Mommy!" He yelled, then covered his mouth and ran to the front of the house. He continued to run and run, he reached the edge of the forest and looked back. He could see the three people standing in his father's study looking down on him as he ran. He continued to cry as he ran to the forest.

END FLASHBACK

Lights swirled around in the Adult Amon's head. Then he saw something he didn't live though. He saw...Nagira, a younger Nagira.

Nagira entered the house. The door was open and everything was quiet which was scary. Usually his little brother was very noisy. He was carrying a basket of flowers for his step mom. He needed to apologize. He entered the house and dropped the flowers, and ran into the sitting room.
"What happened?" He looked about the mess. The glass table that belonged to his grandmother was broken and tossed about. There was blood on the floor and the pictures over the fireplace were all on the floor and broken. He bent down and looked.
"Where is Amon's picture?" He asked out loud to no one. He moved into the kitchen, glass on the floor, toppled chaired, broken screen door.
"Scrappy?...!" Nagira called out. No reply so he moved on into the dinning room. It was untouched. He moved upstairs. The library was untouched and so was hi room. He entered Amon's.
"Blood..." He ran to the open window and looked down.
"Amon!" He called out. He ran to his parent's room which was wide open. He walked about looking around.
"Mom!" He called. He looked out the balcony and then closed it and locked it tight.
"God I hope she's okay. I wonder if those people she was talking about came. Where is Amon?" He left the room and closed the door, sealing the room up tight. He walked downstairs and picked up the flowers. He grabbed a piece of paper from the kitchen and wrote a note to Amon, then taped it to the staircase railing. On his way out, he saw the family car keys and his mom's purse.
"Dear god let them be okay." He wiped a tear from his eye and left, closing the door behind him.

The lights stopped spinning and Amon fell to the floor.
"For eight years after that, I fears the hunters. Then I joined them. Trying to get inside so I could destroy them from the inside out. But once inside, I learned the truth about my mother and I hated her. Hated all witches. Hated Robin." Amon said to himself as he stood off the floor. He put the diary back on the desk. He walked out of the room and back downstairs. He stumbled on the last step and relised it was late.
"2:34am." He looked at his watch. He decided he was too tired to drive home, so he crashed on the sofa in the sitting room, after shutting off all lights.

A/N- Don't worry, I'm not veering off the plot line. Everything will fall into play soon. But think of this as a way to better know Amon's past. He lived good. Damn. Please R&R. Constructive criticism allowed, no flames and no commenting on my spelling (see chapter one notes).