The Game
Amon had blamed God for many of his problems. He blamed his mother for making him imperfect. He even blamed Nagira for his anger and bitterness but when he saw that person come through the door all he could do was blame him.
When the door opened Amon had little expectation of who would open the door. Probably a butler or maid but never in a million years he would have guessed a clone of himself. Well to say that the person was a clone does sound far fetched however Amon was at a lost for words. The man looked like him but older it was if he could look into a well and see himself in his 40s.
"Hello" said the man who opened the door
"Do come in..." as he ushered Amon into his front foyer.
"I was the one who sent you the dinner invitation Ryota Ninno. Supposedly I'm a somewhat famous person in Japanese Business" Ryota took Amon's hand and with a board smile patted it as if he had just seen an old time friend.
"Amon I have longed to see you, there's had been so much lost time and you have grown into such a strong man" his words were sincere Amon could tell that much. Yet he was still confused about the whole situation, how did this man know him and what was the urgency of seeing him? So many questions flooded into his mind but he still never forgot his objective. Robin was somewhere here being held captive for not one thing.
He was led into a large dining room and took his place at one end on the table. The inside was lavishly decorated sparing no expense from the hand woven mats on the floor to the intricately painted china in the custom designed cabinets. The man had taste and the money to back it up but the house seemed lonely and impersonal. No pictures hung on the walls as if there was no record of who lived in this house. It was a shame that such eye catching murals on the ceiling was only there for the aesthetic appeal and not for others to enjoy.
Ryota came back shortly with assorted drinks and a bucket of ice. He seemed every pleased with himself as he sat down on the opposite side of Amon.
"Well where shall I began..."
When Robin woke up that morning or evening it appeared to her that something was different. By now the man with the heavy voice would have come down to harass her already. Today was different she had slept to her hearts content there was real food today also not just bread and cheese. She had even gotten a glass of water still though she was suspicious of everything the man did. It had become obvious to her that this wasn't just an ordinary kidnapping but something far more ominous then that. Today was different the house seemed quiet but something still seemed out of place. She thought she had heard a car or something but it may have just been random noises in between conscience and sleep.
Her powers were almost back to the full potential and had been using them to gradually making the crack in the wall larger and larger. She could almost put he whole hand through it but it was tough trying to hide the hole so she had to stuff it with cloth. When she went to get up she felt something wrong. Robin could feel something spreading through her body it was a chemical she knew well. The food was laced with a muscle tranquilizer used in Britain a lot. Robin had little time to act she had to get the chemical out of her system before she became paralyzed.
She grabbed her herbs and with the help of her craft lit them on fire. In minutes she lay unconscious, hoping that the herbs she was breathing in would rid her veins of the chemical only time would tell.
(A/N) - so i have been reserected i will be updating sooner and next chapeter will be much longer due to the ending of the story. I am really sorry for not updating all summer but i will finish the story by christmas. R & R please and thank you have a good school year by the way D