Chapter Five
It had been two months since Amon had shot Touko in the head. Robin was still in the medical wing. HQ recently told the hunters that they might have to cut her life support. "I'm sorry, but we can't keep waiting time, money, and space on a hopeless cause. She may never wake up. We'll give her another month. I'm sorry." The doctor just didn't understand how much Robin meant to the STN-J. Everything they went thought to keep her alive. When the doctor had told them that, Amon had stormed out of the hospital. In fact, it was just that morning that Amon stormed out of the medical wing at HQ.
It was a Sunday, so the STN-J was closed. It was around 8pm and the moon was full and shining brightly. A dark figure made it's way up to the main office after using a lock picking kit. Across the office on a small table in front of the bay window where Robin always loved to sit, was a small shrine. The office was completely dark except for the occasional moonbeam in which the figure walked threw in order to get to this shrine. The figure stopped and knelt in front of it. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the fat tall white candle. The candle's bright flame illuminated the figure's face and the other articles of the shrine. There was a picture of Robin, a wooden cross with her name burned into it vertically, and some flowers left by the STN-j members.
The figure was Amon, his face now completely illuminated by the glowing orange and red flame. He didn't know what to do anymore. Usually he wouldn't be this way, but because Robin was technically still alive, he was suffering inside. He didn't show it on the outside, but deep inside, he was suffering just as bad as if he was the one with the orbo in his system.
"Robin please chose some kind of path. Either come through and wake up…or …" Amon couldn't bring himself to say it. Amon took a deep breath and stood up. He had to pull himself together before he lost it. He looked at her photograph. The candle's flame reflected off the glass frame. He looked and noticed that the flame seemed to form the image of her craft flames in her eyes. A wind blew from somewhere, and the candle went out.
Amon stood up. Startled for a moment when he heard his cell phone ring. He pulled it off his belt and answered. "Amon." He waited. "Amon. It's Karasuma. I'm on my way to HQ. We've just been informed…we lost…Amon…you should come to HQ…"
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a/n: Sorry so short. Please read and review.