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I'm back with much anticipatedChapter 5! Unfortunaely this is going to be a short one butI promise it'll be good.I don't have anything else to say, so with out further adou read and enjoy!
Ch. 5 Amon
Bullets were flying everywhere Robin narrowed her eyes and every bullet with in five feet of her and her partner where in incinerated. Beside her Amon's gun ran out of bullets Robin hurried to cover him. Suddenly a bullet lodged in her shoulder. Pain erupted everywhere and Robin screamed as blood rushed from the wound. Every thing spun in a hazy blur. "Robin! Robin! Hang on!" Amon screamed.
The next thing she knewAmon was hit and went down. Slowly his face began to morph into that of a hideous monster; with sharp yellow fangs and burning blood red eyes. He turned on her snarling and licking his lips hungrily. Roughly he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her closer. "No! Amon! Stop it!" Robin screamed in blind terror.
Robin's own nightmarish screaming woke her abruptly. Cold sweat clung to her body and her hands where shaking like leaves. She lay there breathing hard. It was over she told her self. Amon was alive and nothing had happened to him. He had to be okay. A few tears escaped her green eyes falling one by one onto the sheets.
Slowly the words worked like a talisman to relax her and she was able to calm down. What had she been thinking? She told herself. Hadn't Amon's final words to her been his solemn promise to come back soon? He would never lie. He had to come back.Unexpectedly a cold gust of wind blew though her window. Robin shuttered silently. "So cold . . ." She thought.
Robin glanced around, feeling liked something was wrong. Everything looked normal until her eyes rested on her window. It was open. "I could've sworn the window was closed." She commented to herself.
A cold gust of wind blew through the window causing Robin to shiver. She became aware of another presence in the room, watching her. Robin turned to see the other side of the room. Sanding silently as a shadow was a second person cloaked in darkness. "Hello Robin, long time no see." Said an obviously female voice.
That voice, something about it almost sounded familiar to Robin. "Who are you?" She asked
"I'm disappointed Robin. You should know who I am. Don't tell me you've forgotten already."
"What do you mean?"
The glass of water next to Robin's bed rose into the air and emptied its contents on her head. Robin gasped, "You! You, you're dead!"
The figure threw her head back and began to laugh. "You should know your precious Amon has gone crazy and will be hunted soon." The voice replied.
"You're wrong! Amon can't be crazy!" Robin insisted.
"I was right. You've become soft, too soft. Just like the humans you live among. You'll get your reward soon don't worry. In fact it'll be my honor to give it to you."
"What do you mean? Explain yourself!" Robin pleaded.
"Another time." The voice replied and with that the figure disappeared.
"Don't go! Please come back!" Robin pleaded into the darkness.
Robin wanted to follow her, stop her something. Dam her injuries. Tears began rolling down her face. She wanted, no needed to her to take back her words. Robin refused to believe Amon would be hunted there was no way that could happen.
Meanwhile Amon entered the previously mentioned hotel at 1862 New Western Street and took one of the gold plaited elevators up to the third floor. He stopped at the door labeled 200 in bright brass numbers and knocked on it. "Enter." Commanded a voice from within.
Amon opened the door and stepped inside. He walked up to man dressed in a brown suit with graying hair and an aged face that was sitting in the large green chair. He bowed low to him. "Hello, Master Ukimoto. It's nice to see you again." He said.
"Ah, so you recognize me after all, very good Amon." The man replied with a sadistic grin.
"Yes, I am surprised I'm able to see you at all. I thought you died that day. Now I find you're still alive; a billionaire none the less."
Not now, Amon. I believe there's another reason you came besides to satisfy your curiosity. Tell me. I'll be happy to help you in anyway I can."
Amon gave his master a surprised glance. "Once again you're able to read me even when I make no sign of it."
"I'm your master, Amon. I taught you all you know about the art of hunting witches including how to remain in control all of your emotions. So it's only logical."
Amon seemed relieved by those words and relaxed slightly. "Well, there is one thing I would like to ask you. Professional witch hunters for about a year have chased my partner Robin and me. Their skills rival even my own and now that my partner's down I could use your help."
"I'm sorry Amon. That's the one thing I cannot do. I'm afraid you're on your own."
"I see. So my hunch was correct. You're the one who's directing those hunters. You trained them specifically to hunt me."
Master Ukimoto looked angered by those words. "You would never understand why but let me tell you this. There are those out there who would have you killed because of your powers."
"You among them?"
"You have no idea. You can't even begin to fathom what you can do. You mother she was a great witch in her time, terrible even. And now you have her skills within your grasp at last. Just like you were meant to."
"Shut up." Amon said in dangerous, barely audible whisper. "You don't know what you're talking about. Don't you dare insult my mother like that!"
Before Master Ukimoto could reply a dark cloaked figure appeared in the room. "His partner has been told." The figure said.
"Very good, my drear, you may leave now."
"The figure nodded to Master Ukimoto and left. "What has Robin been told?" Amon demanded
"Nothing that concerns you, Amon. I should warn you what I'm about to do will hurt but it's for your own good."
Amon's eyes got big as he began to back away. "You're a witch?" He stammered.
"Yes. I am."
Master Ukimoto focused his gaze on Amon who became frozen in place. He then muttered something under his breath and Amon sank to the floor and began convulsing. His eyes rolled back in the back of his head. Blood gurgled up from his throat and ran over his lips staining himself and the carpet. Slowly the horrifying scene came to an end as Amon's body relaxed. When it was over he lay there pale and lifeless on the floor.
"It is done." Master Ukimoto said in final tone as he rose stiffly from his seat.
Amon: blink blink That was it. All that build up and this is what you give me! You just killed me! What are you a secret member of an Amon hate club?
Me: No, actually I'm not. And let me state for the record you'll be back later on. Okay!
Amon: You killed me.
Me: No, I thought we discussed this. You're only supposed to appear dead to fool the readers.Gotit!
Amon: You killed me.
Me:smacks my forehead repeatedly idiotcharacters . . .
