Robin had fallen asleep in his arms. Her fragile body had stopped shaking, finally. Amon moved some of her hair away from her pale face and gave a small smile. She looked so peaceful.
He kissed her forehead and pulled herself from the bed slowly, not to wake her. He stood beside it for a moment, pulling the covers over her. "He won't hurt you anymore, Robin. I promise." He whispered and turned around.
His eyes were filled with something strange. Filled with a pure hatred, and an unrelenting sorrow that would never end. Not until he got the bastard that did this, not until she was safe again.
Amon slowly walked over to Sakaki, Miho, and Doujima whom all had the sign of worry on their faces. Miho looked up and ran over to him. "..Is she alright?"
Amon nodded. "Yes, she's sleeping."
"What happened?" Her eyes were trembling with tears.
"…" Amon couldn't speak for a moment. "We're going to Factory."
Her eyes widened. No, it couldn't be.. No way! "But, but why?" She asked, putting her hands out in front of Amon so he could not leave.
He turned to her, his eyes almost glowing like fire. "Because he hurt her. And he will pay. I guess it seems that our old habits of using Orbo is a waste. If witches such as him can destroy peoples lives will still in Factory, we have no choice but to terminate the problem." He turned back, his eyes focusing on the doorway. "..Now if your going to come with me, then.. Good. If not, stay here, watch over Robin, and get the hell out of my way."
He gave her a slight push and started walking towards the exit. All three of them stared at him with confusion. "…Amon." Miho whispered.
Sakaki looked to him and clenched his fist. "..That bastard." He said, pushing himself up from the chair and following after him. He turned back to face Miho and Doujima. "..Watch her. Call us if she wakes up again or if anything is wrong." They nodded. "..We'll be back."
Sakaki started running to follow Amon. He jumped onto his bike and revved it up quickly. He nodded to Amon and drove off into the night.
Amon sat in the driver's seat of the car before starting it for a moment. "Michael," he said into the cell phone. "..We're going to Factory. I'll explain later."
"Alright," was all Michael said. He knew that Amon wasn't the talkative type in a situation as this.
Amon tossed the cell phone to the side and threw his foot to the gas petal. The car raced off, the back end fish-tailing a bit before straightening up. All he could hear was her words in his head. "I can't stop him. I was frozen.. I can't hurt him! He won't let me. He'll never stop." His grip tightened on the steering wheel. It was the… It was him. I can't take it anymore, Amon. He's in my mind… In my dreams. He hurt me… He hurt me.." He turned sharply.
"That son-of-a-bitch." He growled, pushing the car to the limit of its abilities. It wouldn't be that long until he reached Factory. He didn't really know what was going to happen, or what he was going to do with him. He hoped Zaizen would understand, maybe even… No, he wouldn't. He would have to do this by himself. Zaizen was a bastard anyway. He hated him with everything he had.. If he angered him by killing this fucker, it wouldn't be any problem with him.