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Amcreva:
Witch: Father Human / Mother Witch
Powers: Visions of the upcoming future.
Regent:
Unknown Race - Beleived to be a witch
Amon:
Hunter - S Class
Witch - Unknown Powers
Any Questions?
Amcreva began to walk down the stairs, grey cement tunnels and stairs the chipped paint on the guide bar. She felt... someone she knew. Her feet touched the bottom of the stairs. It only took one second.
She looked up and saw him.
The Raven haired man whom she loved. His eyes locked with hers. He didn't make a move towards her. She stood there a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. A subway car rushed by. Her dress flapping out Amon... Her case was held in front of her. Hair flying in an array of directions. Amon... Why do you follow me? She couldn't stay she was a witch. She had killed... Will kill again. Now she had even more power than before.
She turned and began to run.
No Amon,
I can't kill you.
But I can make you hate me. I'm just putting you in harms way by being here. Her steps echoed fast swiftly. She turned into an alleyway. It was dark. She continued. A ledge in front of her she leapt off, swooping down. Gasping for breath.
He will pursue you. She thought.
Amon saw her, Her look. The wait. Than she did something she did not expect. She ran. He pushed himself off the wall. What are you up to Amcreva... He ran after her. She was fast but his legs pumped with skill. She leapt off an edge. He remembered this edge. Another witch, Another time. He leapt off as well, landing right in front of her. His hands pinning her shoulders to the wall side. His legs around her knees. Kissing her with passion.
"Why Amcreva? Why do you run from me?"
Amcreva was shattered. "I... I'm just going to hurt you..."
Her eyes looking into the depths of his. His looking into her soul.
"Hurt me?" he asked.
She trembled ... He was coming. It was soon. He was going to take her life in return of sparing them. She trembled more in his arms.
"Amon, Let go of me." She tried to push him off. "Amon, I can't... Love you, I am a witch. You are a hunter. You are supposed to kill me. "
She managed to roll him so she was on top of him. Her dress spread out on his legs. A rather violent look on Amon's face "Is that what your going to do? Take my heart and rip it apart? What are you? I know you love me!"
Amcreva's heart was in pain "I do!" She jumped up. "You don't understand Amon! I..." A rumble behind her signalled her. She looked at Amon "I love you and I'm sorry you had to choose me. I hunt... That's what I do Amon." She ran off and Amon did not get up to chase her.
She awoke. The dreams where getting more real, More close and her fantasy was forcing her to slip from the reality she so hopelessly clung to by a thread. He was in her dreams professing a love that was not real.
Amon Of STN-J has no room in his heart for love.
He was in her visions… with another woman and with other ... musical talent. Her forehead beaded with sweat her whole body trembled. She almost thought she could still feel his hands of her. And his doomed eyes. Her fists clenched the blankets as she tossed them off.
Whisking her naked body to the bathroom. She showered and dawned her dress. She took up her suitcase and realized Kadassa was still sleeping. 'No matter...' She was to leave him be. She had something else to deal with. Her dark eyes went down the stairs and she swore she saw something lurking there. " She hated herself for it but couldn't stop herself from saying his name.
Amon sat behind his desk trying to piece together some rather disturbing events that happen at the Hijikata Estates. Solomon had called off an investigation into the matter but Amon had Michael continue to dig into it. Several names had come across with Michael's investigation.
Two of them were very powerful and even Solomon seemed to back off. But another name also surfaced and it surprised him. Amcreva. The one that got away.
He pulled up his past case with the witch. To his surprise there was section that was blanked out. Amon frowned. He got up from the desk and looked at the clock it was late.
"Michael I need for you to see if you can crack the security on the file I have sent you. Let me know when you finished."
Michael nodded his head. "Sure thing Amon. This about this Amcreva woman?"
Amon nodded and headed down to his car. He got in and drove to the last time he saw her. Why did he get the feeling she was very close.
It was an Act of Fate.
His car passed by. His face etched with thought. He was thinking of her... Her heart stopped .. skipped a beat. The dreams... He couldn't be having the same one could he? She should warn him of the dangers, he was going to take on.
She took a deep breath and it matched her mood as the storms slowly made it's way from the sea to land. The tides where out at this time, Perhaps the water would take her mind off him... she shook. Her case fell and it opened. The blunt sound loud and thoughtless. It was time to get ready for the night.
She had been spreading words to people… who would tell Harry… who would tell Amon that she had been at the subway of the late.
She would make good on that deal. She wasn't to be hunted this time around. She would just make it this time. She was pushing on fate. But ... She was fate wasn't she? It would be about three hours until his mind ruled over the heart.
He would test the thought that Harry dropped him and visit her...
Until then she headed towards a tavern she also went to everyday at exactly 5:30 everyday. No witches knew she went here. She was safe here. So close to Raven's flat. A vision teased at the base of her vision. The nightclub... She walked even after the rain began to pour. Towards the tavern she continued.
Amon still was not sure why he went to the last place he had encountered Amcreva. He got in his car and drove to Harry's to see if he could get more information on this estate issue. Why would Amcreva name be involved in it?
He walked into Harry's is was close to closing time and sat at the bar. Harry greeted him.
"Good evening Amon, the usual?"
"Sure" Amon's thoughts somewhere else.
Master brought over the drink. "I have a message for you. It seems that a person named Amcreva will be at the subway tonight at 11pm."
Amon's face showed nothing of surprise he felt when Master delivered the message. He looked up at the clock; He would have to hurry if he wanted to get there on time.
Amon slid some yens across the counter and downed the drink in a single gulp and left Harry's.
He arrived at the subway and waited for her to arrive. His gun was ready. He was not sure if he should let her talk first or finish the job he had started. The only mission he had failed…
Amcreva exited the Tavern. He was already there... Nothing unexpected. Her form swooped to the sub-level. She went down the the bording area, She sighed and walked towards the far pillar towards the dark and dim corner. This was where she went. This was where the 'informant' was. She fingered her letter to Amon.
She would never go anywhere without it... But she would never give it to him. It was all about the dreams, The visions and the lusts. Her own and others...
Her eyes looked to A dark form. His back turned to her. She made sure her feet scuffed as she hit the cement floor. Just as expected the subway car was slowly making it's way towards them. Her hair was being lightly tossed aside by the updraft. Her eyes looked at him in Question.
"Long time no see, Amon..."
His form turned towards her. His gun was in his hand. Standard issue, gas gun.
"A more powerful one this time. But no team-mates this time. You think that you can do this again? Why are you after me anyways Amon? Aren't I doing your job too? Aren't you one of us? You Traitor."
Her hand went to her hip, One arm on the panel of the subway system. Lock was broken... The lights where accessible from here. She knew that. she knew how to use it too. "Are we going to talk, Or is it a hunting day today? Traitor."
His eyes flared. Her fingernail tapped on the panel. "Are we talking..."
Her face turned towards a screeching of brakes. Up the stairs something was stirring... "Did you bring friends?" Her tone did not change. Her eyes locked with his and she didn't look away as she felt herself stop. Almost blush... But... She was more controlled than that.
Amon stared at Amcreva. She has not changed. She was still brash and overconfident. Amon kept the gun trained on her. She called me a traitor then what is she doing.
"It seems that you have not changed still a lone ranger. I am only here at your request and I don't have time for childishness. So talk."
He lowered the gun but kept at the ready. He still needed information. He had his own questions that need to be answered. It was just a matter of time before she was captured.
Her smile spread on her face. Her finger tapping in a nervous habit.
"You already have your information. You know the info. You need me to confirm it. I just did. And I am not overconfident... You are. No witty comebacks to my remarks? No .. 'Your a witch and have to die.' "
Her voice mocked his monotonous one. Her eyes did not leave. She leaned on the wall her foot pressing upon it. You know. The subway car whooshed by. The letter flew out of her pocket. She went after it but it fell to Amon's feet. She wasn't going to open herself up, even for it... The train was coming up fast. "What do you want to know?"
She tossed a look at the clock. 'Right on time'
The note would be blown away unless Amon picked it up. It would ruin everything. She didn't think she could live with even more sadness with his rejection. Her hands shook. A snipers hands never shook. She was the best shot the army had had.. Then.. Amon.. Then a life away from family, lovers and friends.
Her eyes left him. Her hand went into her hair.
"Spill it Mr. Amon, What do you think I'm linked with? Killer witches? A vampire? Maybe a Drug dealer? No... This one is important to you isn't it? What is it? Converse with me. Considering I don't get out much. You know it takes a lot of time to kill Traitors..."
Amon watched as a letter blew from Amcreva's jacket. It landed at his feet. Then it blow deeper into the shadows and laid again the rusting metal railing. He saw her reaction to what happen. He made note to get it later. That letter seemed to have some value to her.
His thoughts went back to the information that Solomon had sent him on the Hijikata Estate destruction. Solomon hinted at demon witches were at the center of it and that the Regent was who they worked for.
They had found over 50 bodies and some sort of sacrifice took place in that place. He had to know how deep she was into this. She stood there mocking him and defiantly challenging him. The muscles around his eyes tighten in irritation.
"If you want to challenge me, you know you will never win."
Amon hand around the gun tighten ready to put into action his words. "I want to know if you have been or still are involved with the Regent? Your life will depend on your answer."
Amcreva smiled, "Here we go, The Questions!"
Her eyes went dark.
"I know him well, I wasn't there for the ritual and sacrifice. You know as well as I that he is making an Army. I don't know what for. He is just and Informant to me. He tells me who is bugging him. If I need some cash with no strings I'll execute that person. You know Us witches still have to eat and sleep. Do you sleep Amon? Seems like you haven't been for days. But to directly give you your responce Yes, I am."
Her eyes went to him.
"Do I win a prize?" He was going to miss if he shot now. "You know, The Man you want is hard to find. Maybe you should let me live if you want me to help you into the little party." She sighed. "Wait... You don't trust me do you?"
Amon gritted his teeth. He hated to beholden to anyone.
"I will let you live tonight."
He looked intently at her. She is worse than a traitor. She kills for hire.
"I need to get close to this Regent. I need to know what he is doing and with whom."
Amon shifted so he could get a better shot if he need to. It also put him at the right angle to get the letter. "My sleeping habits have nothing to do with you. If you want to get a hold of me contact Harry."
Amon squatted down and picked up the letter. His gun still at the ready. He stood up in a fluid motion. He held up the letter between his gloved fingers. He just looked at her trying to figure out what is on this letter and how badly did she want it.
Amcreva's smile spread over her face. "It's just a letter to an old friend. It has no importance to you. Like your poor sleeping habit to me. and Just so you know. You hunt for money too. So why does that make you better? " Her eyes however did not leave his face.
"How about I seal that envelope and address it to my friend. You can drop it off for me... Like a little... watchdog..."
Her back turned away. "No one is going to believe I chose you to be my partner with that attitude anyways. Give it a few days. Maybe you'll get some luck. "
Her hand reached out. "Give me the letter Amon."
Amon eyes narrowed at her slander. She was being difficult as usual.
"You know that arrogance will get you killed one of these days. And your childishness is tiresome. If you wanted your letter then you will have to just see me in two days when you give me the information I requested."
He pocketed the letter and prepared to leave. Something caught his eye. He brought his gun up and pointed it at Amcreva.
"Did you bring a friend or did you piss someone off?"
Amcreva looked at the gun. "Someone is pissed at me. They can't see you here..." She was speaking quietly. "If they see you, I'm screwed.
Her eyes where now frantic. Her whole plan was ruined. She paused looked, breathed as a few bullets whizzed by. The dim corner had one entrance and one exit.
"You know me..."
She said, The mockery was gone. She couldn't trust Amon now.
He wasn't the hunted at the moment.
"I kill a lot of people in the drug trades. People whom fail to sell ... low lives who ruins their victims lives. I hate the dealers..."
She was talking about her missions. She was nervous.
The path had changed, The train had started to move again. Her body moved to Amon's pushing him towards the train. When he didn't budge and just look at her as if she was a idiot her anger flared.
"You can't fight them off. I'm not using my powers to kill. I'm not going to protect you."
The train moved.
Lurched forwards.
Amcreva leapt to the hand railing. Bullets whizzed by. It seemed that she moved as the shooter just took aim and fired. They hit the outer window and glass rained on Amcreva's face. Making small cuts on her face. "Amon," The train was picking up speed and was now 3/4 past the station. More bullets. The sounds of magazines hitting on the ground. "Now." Her voice was indifferent. As if suggesting him to come. On a nice calm dinner party sort of way. She leaned out to her own folly her vision did not warm her fast enough and the bullet hit her upper shoulder. Her hand went to her wound. The smell of her own blood a calm reminder she was still mortal. So very mortal. The warn blood oozed over her fingers and stained her dress. It took a moment for the adrenaline to take effect. At the moment, Amon could have killed her.
He didn't. Maybe he didn't see her weakness. Maybe he still needed her around for a little longer.
Amon looked at Amcreva and could see something close to fear. The gun shoots sound loud against the concrete walls. Amon jumped and rolled as a shoot just missed his shoulder. Amcreva was running towards the train. Amon got of several shots forcing the attackers to take cover. She yelled at him "Now".
He hesitated for a second and he jumped with the grace of a cat and grabbed the railings. The train continued to move away from the attackers and the station. Amon turned to look at Amcreva and saw that she was hit. But he said and did nothing. He lowered his gun. Without saying a word, he let her know he would let her live time.
The train stopped at the next station. Amon silently left the train and disappeared up the stairs.
