A wall between

Chapter Fifteen

Darkness was all around him as a man came to his senses. Amon remembered little of anything, but he had no idea where he was. The only thing he did know other than he was alive , this was not his hospital room.

He tried to move his limbs a little, still heavy feeling, and found that he was strapped down somehow. He decided not to struggle for a moment, remembering to listen around him first before acting irrationally. He just made himself lay very still, and did just that, concentrating on just hearing want was around him.

He could hear voices low somewhere just near him, over to the left. They were whispers, but he could make out three very distinctive voices. He peeked out of his eye, slowly so as not to show the fact that he was awake. What he saw, made his mind fill in so many of the blanks he was thinking up.

He was in what appears to be a sort of office, which simply was not being used at the time. Three men sat around a small card table at the very back of the room. He recognized each one of them from bulletins he had seen on line during his searches on various cases, and from first hand knowledge.

Two of the men had came into his room in the hospital, pushed his wife out then he remembered smelling something sickly sweet in a spray one of the men used on him. Gas, he thought to himself... knock out gas. From that moment on, was the very last thing he had remembered.

He felt a rush of simply pure anger, knowing that it was these two that kidnaped him, but he forced himself to keep cool as he peered at the men. They were Syndicate hired witches, he knew their bio’s very well. All three were considered to be extremely dangerous even apart, but they were working in conjunction with one another. It was danger times three.

The other man of the three, who he realized was actually wearing his clothing, was a witch he had read about the night he went looking for the Shadowmark. This was a rare breed of with, a morpher, one that manipulated his appearance to look like others. This was SOLOMON public enemy number one, aside from the fact that his brother was the one he originally was hunting down....Shadowmark.

This was the witch called Chamaeleon, some called him the Shape-devil. His reputation said everything about the morpher one really needed to know. Cold, calculating and not afraid to kill anyone for any sort of reason. The fact that he had been linked to some forty or more deaths told of that. This man was a paid mass murder, one who actually enjoyed his work. The term’ Shape-devil’ suited him.

The tall, very large bodied man spoke in a very booming low voice.
“ What are we going to do with this hunter bastard we have?” He asked, almost polite like.
“ Now that the STN has him on it’s hunt list, we release him drugged up to the hilt, and his own comrades will take care of him for us.” Said the morpher with a blood freezing chuckle. “ It will not be on our hands, and that is such a juicy thought to behold.”
“ Then what is the plan for the girl?” The shortest man asked, which made Amon feel ice cold as he layed and listened.

The morpher laughed large, light a smoke with a deft flick of his wrist.
“ She is in no condition to do anything. I will take care of her myself.” He cackled, blowing a puff of smoke to the roof. “ While the others hunt her precious husband down like a dog, she would obviously refuse to hunt him- and that will be my time.”
“ She’s pregnant though.” Pointed out the small man, showing a small bit of humanity.
“ She will make lots of ORBO for us, she is quite a powerful one, the baby will just have to go.” He said coldly. “ Zaizen had the right idea, but he was weak and lacked vision beyond killing all witches... our ORBO will make the other witch organizations bow to our lords, and keep SOLOMON and the STN off our asses.”

Amon’s blood ran cold, as the man was as cold as any man he had ever gone up against. This one was a stone cold killer. The man should not be able to get his plan to go any further than what it has.

Amon now knew that he needed to get himself out of this situation, and fast. Robin and the others would be in trouble, and his baby’s life was in danger.
“ Think, Amon...” He told himself in his head, knowing that he might not have much time.

Almost immediately, He knew just what to do. It was something he had told himself that he would never do again after the last time, but now he knew he had no choice in the matter now. His powers must be used. For the sake of his wife, baby and the rest of them, he had to use these cursed powers.

Turning his head, he looked down at the bindings that held him there. They were very thick plastic straps that were normally used in institutions to confine the insane and the dangerous from hurting themselves or others. Knowing they were from the hospital, they had just took them to be used for keeping him right were he was. He knew he was still very weak, just having surgery just recently, but he had to try.

Straining, he put everything he had against the straps, hen he focused every little but of his will left on the largest strap that held him down that was around his chest. He bore down and just let it go.

The power began to melt the plastic of the straps, weakening them as the seconds passed. Slowly, he felt his arms beginning to break through the straps, getting him closer to being free.

With a small snap, he broke the strap and sat up, ready to use his remaining strength to do battle. The three men turned to see the man sit up, but was obviously surprised to see them not only out of the drugged state, but beginning to get himself free.

The morpher and the large man suddenly collapsed to the ground, as their skin was turning a very odd color. They screamed in agony, as a type of smoke poured out of their eyes and ears, as the anger and drive of Amon was being focused through his power right at them, the hunter’s attack had the added bonus of surprise on his side.

Both of the men’s bodies shook for a moment, as their skin started to bubble and the smell of cooking raw meat filled the office with a sickening stench. They rolled around, holding there heads as their agonizing howls echoed out. Seconds later, the two fell still as the skin on their faces began to fall off.

The shorter man moved quickly, picked a orbo gun they had taken off of Amon when they appropriated his clothes, off the card table and aimed it at the man who was suppose to be strapped down to a cot in the corner of the room they were in. The man beamed a large smile, as he had a perfect shot to take.

Bright flames suddenly engulfed his arm and he screamed like a young girl when it erupted. The short man dropped the gun and looked over, trying to beat the flames out with his other hand. The face of a very mad young woman was staring at her, standing there with legs set and green eyes glowing. Three other people were there, holding weapons on him, could be seen behind the girl. He just held up his arms the best he could have with the fire’s damage of his one arm, knowing he was cornered and caught.

Amon felt relived, as he reigned back his power. He sat up better and began to undo the rest of the straps that were still holding his fast to the cot He took a closer look over and to his relief, he saw Robin, Haruto, Karasuma and Dojima just inside the doorway.

The young hunter girl was looking around, her eyes searching the room. A bright smile flowed over her smooth face as she saw the man in the cot just twenty feet or so away from her.
“ Amon!!!” Screamed Robin, running up to the man and throwing her arms around the man.

He groaned, as her hug hurt his surgical wounds, but did not let her see that. It felt so good to feel her body against himself, that he too hugged back, the pain was well worth it.

The girl finally let him go. When she looked at him straight in the face, he gasped. The girl’s face was bruised up and her nose seemed very swollen.
“ What happened, darling?” He said, very concerned at his wife looking like she had gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champ.


The girl just held up her hand, stopping the man from asking any more questions of her.
“ We have to first deal with these men... then I will have to explain a lot of things to you.” She said, then adding. “ Before even that, we have one more to round-up to complete this rescue and clear all of this up.”

Amon looked at the girl, not fully understanding.
“ One more?” He questioned.
“ Yes... one more.” She said helping up the still hospital gowned man get up. “We take you back to the hospital, and will be taking one out of there in the process.”
“ Is this another point in this ‘explaining later’ thing?” He said, looking deeply into the eyes of the one he loved.

The girl kissed the man on the cheek and looked at him with loving eyes.
“ You are catching on fast!” She smirked.
“ Did I teach you to be like that?” He asked, chuckling despite his ribs hurting him like a bastard.
“ Maybe...” She said, with a sly wink.

He chuckled and got up on to his limp feeling legs with the help of his wife. He knew that this would be one humdinger of a explanation. He did not know how they even had found him, but he knew that would be all told in time. For one of the first times ever, the man knew less than his STN people.

Robin helped her husband out of the room, as people from SOLOMON came to collect two dead witches and one scared one that needed medical attention. Karasuma, Haruto with Dojima followed the Syunji’s lead and let the others do the clean up work.

The looks on all of their faces said it best. It had been one hell of a case.