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Chapter 2: The Man He Could Not Face

Amon's hands flew over the keyboard as he typed important information onto a word document. He then left and went onto a search engine and searched for a place called Solomon. A site was found but, blocked from the library's computer.

"Damn," he whispered under his breath.

Amon returned home and sat at his own computer and tried to get into the Solomon website that he had found earlier. A box that was looking for a user's name came up and another that asked for a password.

"Find anything?" Nagira asked as he took another swig of his beer.

"Maybe," Amon grunted.

Nagira leaned over his shoulder and looked at the screen.

"Nagira, how do you know that we'll find what were looking for in this Solomon place?" Amon asked.

"I told you. I found an employment paper for Solomon in Dad's desk."

Amon thought for a while. This site seemed to be for employees and members only. But, there was no place to sign up so the information inside seemed obviously for people who knew someone who worked for this place.

Amon tried a hacking program and tried his father's name for a user's name, Yakamara, Kenji. The password he hacked and found that it was his own name.

"Why would Dad use such an obvious password?" Nagira asked.

Amon shrugged and continued on into the site. Strange information was on the site as he clicked on a newspaper icon. A page came up with his mother's dead body depicted on the newsletter. In a caption it read:

Young Kenji Yakamara protects the world by hunting his own wife. Way to go Yakamara!

"Hunting?" Amon wondered.

"What was that?" Nagira replied.

"That man didn't hunt my mother he murdered her. His company seems so happy about it. But, that was about eleven years ago. Why would this be the first newsletter to come up?"

"Because, Dad was obviously very proud of this and put it on his own personal web page."

"Killing Mother was a fine memory? That sadistic ass! He'll pay for killing my mother!" Amon struggled with the words.

"Calm down," Nagira ordered. "Here click this. This should tell us what the company does."

Amon clicked on the word 'assignments' and it brought them to another page. Amon looked at it and read the words 'hunt the seed…' The name of this 'seed' wasn't found out.

"They terminated my hacking program."

"How did they know you were there?"

"Because that man just signed in. He must have traced it back to our computer. If he has any ounce of morality he'll keep it a secret."

"Right," Nagira agreed. "Well, let's get some sleep. You've got a match tomorrow, don't you?"

"How did you know that?"

"It says so on your school web site. God, you must be tired if you didn't realize that. Well, good night."

Amon prepped for bed and went to sleep within the hour. Darkness consumed him and his sleep became very, very deep.

"Amon! Let's go! Daddy's waiting for us in the car," his mother called.

"Coming, Mommy!" he replied.

His father stood tall and opened the car door for Amon and his mother. Soon they were driving down a country road to get to the pond. They were going to go swimming, fishing, picnicking, and other joyous activities. By the pond was a little cottage where the threesome could spend quiet summers or just a sweet vacation away from the rest of the world.

Amon's fishes were small but they were sure to make a very good stew for dinner that night. Amon danced with the fireflies. He looked into the water and saw his own face, four years old again and consumed in happiness. His father's reflection shone above Amon's and strong hands touched his head. His father turned and told Amon's mother to begin dinner. Amon's mother glided inside of the house and into the kitchen that faced the opposite of the pond.

"Daddy, this was fun!" Amon chimed.

"Good," his father cooed.

Amon's father shoved Amon's head into the pond and held it down tight. Amon couldn't breathe.

Amon shot up in his bed and breathed heavily. The fifteen-year-old boy put his hand to his throat and kept on with heavy breathing. He then placed his hand on his forehead and leaned on it. Sweat was on him. For the first time in a long time Amon was truly scared.

"It was just a dream," Amon told himself. "Or did Yakamara really try to kill me?"

Amon drank some water and went back to bed. A few hours passed and Amon was soon in school for his wrestling match.

"No one should have to come to school on a Saturday," one of his teammates grunted.

"Stop complaining," said another.

"Right! We have to claim victory for the school so that we can all start dating cheerleaders!" another piped.

"There all stupid," Amon thought.

Amon was only there so that he could get into a good college later. He couldn't care less about girls and he didn't have anything to do on Saturdays anyway. At least he didn't care about girls until he met one very beautiful lady. Her name was Touko. Her father was supposedly the head of a big shot company.

Touko waved to Amon as he began his match and he ignored her and turned to his opponent who was much bigger than he was. Touko watched Amon move skillfully around his opponent and he took his opponent down quickly. There was no doubt that he was strong. Not only was Amon strong but he also had a good common sese and the smarts to outwit his opponents with ease.

"Yeah! Go, Amon!" Nagira cheered from next to Touko.

"What's that idiot doing here?" Amon wondered.

"You know him?" Touko asked Nagira.

"Yeah, he's my kid brother," Nagira retorted. "You interested, Missy?"

"Maybe. He certainly does have a certain glow."

"Well, here's a better question for yah. What's a pretty girl like you doing here today? Especially when you don't have to be."

"My father has some business with the coach. I was told that this would be amusing."

"Do you go to this school?"

"Yes, I'm a junior."

"So if you to got together it would be a freshman and a junior? Hmm… Amon doesn't really go for women. But, you just might be able to break through his heart of ice. You should give it a try."

"Thank you, I will," Touko replied.

After all matches were finished and Amon was on his way out after showering Touko stood outside of the closest school exit.

Amon walked passed her without giving a single glance. She walked next to him and he looked down at her.

"Nice match," she congratulated.

Amon ignored her.

"Wow! You're pretty tall. What are you? Over six feet, maybe? I bet you can see everything from up there."

"What do you want?" Amon grunted, getting annoyed with the girl following him.

"Just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to hang out."

"No thanks."

"Please."

"No."

Touko thought for a moment as Amon through his stuff in the back of Nagira's car. Touko shut the door and looked up at him with a smile. Amon looked back in surprise.

"You know… You're brother said some really strange things about you. Like he said something about your mother being a goody good towards you."

Amon thought back to the dream and his mother's dead body. He cleared the images form his mind and moved her away from the door and got in. Nagira rolled down the window.

"If you do want to hang out here's my address. Come pick me up and we'll have some fun," she chanted and handed Nagira a piece of paper. "Buh- bye now!"

Touko left and went into a large black limo with a graying man inside.

"So, did you two flirt?" Nagira asked.

"No. She did."

"Gave her the cold shoulder I see? The girl only likes you, yah know."

"Whatever," Amon sighed.

Amon flipped over the piece of paper. The stationary read SOLOMON.

Okies! Chapter two is finally up! You likey? Well anyway, please R&R and remember! NO FLAMES!