Her Hell

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CHAPTER 17
\"For the love of family\"


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The night came and went with no events. Amon drifted momentarily in and out of sleep, trying destelytely to maintain a vigilant survey of their surroundings. By his estimation they were only a days travel out from the settlement he hoped would give them some refuge even if only temporary. He needed some rest, and he was sure Robin would appreciate a warm bath and hot meal. He could certainly use something other than a tire iron for a back rest.

By the time the morning sun begun to peer through the windshield of the truck Robin had begun to wake. Amon who was visibly exhausted made no effort to pull away, simply remaining statuesque and unemotional. Adjusting slightly to peer out into the surroundings Robin turned to face Amon.

She\'s slept as comfortable as could be expected, and Amon had offered her that comfort willingly. Guilt crept into her throat forcing her to speak. \"Amon why don\'t you rest, It will be fine\" His eyes locked with hers, trepidation swept over her, had she been wrong to suggest he take some \"time off\" and just rest? Amon did the last thing she expected though. He simply gave her a short nod, pulling the blanket around himself immediately drifting off to sleep. She began to smile slightly at her small and unmentionable victory. She had faith they would be alright, that they could in time have a normal life, hopefully together.

The last though brought a bright blush to her cheeks, unmatched by the suns early morning rays. ‘In time\' she thought.

Shifting slightly she allowed herself the indulgence of running her fingers through is dark ebony locks. The simple act stirred Amon\'s sleeping form, finally settling against hers.

In silence the occupants of the truck rumbled down the weather beaten roadway. The guide had remained silent save for the notification of a upcoming stop. He seemed oddly calm to Robin. The thought of engaging him in conversation flitted through her mind, stopping abruptly at the dawning of Amon\'s displeasure were he to find out. Somehow it seemed that perhaps the old adage \"Silence is golden\" would be more accurate than originally thought.

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A grey haired man stared blankly at a photo depicting a young flaxen hairerl, rl, another showing a tall dark male. Showing no signs of recognition he slowly shook his head dismissing the questioning duo.

\"Cooperation can save innocent lives old man\" The overly cocky Solomon agent stated.

Stopping only briefly the older gentleman turned slightly facing off with the agent. \"Son, In my life I have learned not to meddle in other peoples affairs, had I met those two I would remember were he as dangerous as you claim\" Having said his final peace he continued on, never acknowledging the two agents watching his retreat.

The muffled ringing of a cell phone broke the trained focus of the agents.

\"Nearing drop off\" the muffled voice spoke on the other end.

\"We are close, it\'s only a matter of time\" the more experienced agent stated to his younger partner.

\"You think they will figure things out before we catch them?\" The younger asked.

\"It may not matter by then, if they do\"

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\"Amon....Amon\" a sweet tender voice called to him in his dreams. The voice had no face, yet he recognized this voice. The voice of a song bird called Robin, his gentle lil bird. Smiling he sought out her face, searching for those emerald orbs that filled his visions night after night. \"Robin where are you?\" he called.

\"Amon, we have stopped\" Robin spoke again, gently shaking his shoulder. Slowly the fog lifted from his mind, bringing him crashing back to reality.ove ove him slightly was Robin, informing him they had just stopped again to refuel.

Sitting up he became painfully aware he needed to relieve himself. Not bothering to speak he grabbed Robin\'s wrist pulling her with him from the truck. Wasting no time Amon and Robin took care of their needs, then proceeded to stock up on some much needed snacks. Robin\'s first need for nourishment came from the coffee maker she was overjoyed to see sitting on the far end of the store. Amon almost chuckled at the twinkle in her eyes.

Several minutes later they were once again back in the truck fighting for optimum positioning and comfort. Once they began traveling again the two settled into their own comfortable silence. Eating quietly, occasionally sparing a glance in the others direction.


\"Roughly 20 miles out\" the guides monotone voice called out. Instantly breaking the silent two-some from their private thoughts.

\"Amon where are we?\" Robin asked while she gathered the few things she\'d pulled from her bag.

\"Central Yukon territories\"

\"Canada!\" she stated, more to herself than to Amon. Yet he replied in return \"It\'s only temporary, we cannot stay in one place to long\"

Robin had begun to speak again when the truck stopped abruptly. The sudden motion propelling Amon and Robin both forward. As quickly as they righted themselves they noticed the guide had fled the vehicle. Jusead ead they spotted the speeding approach of an unmistakable Solomon van.

\"It was a set up\" Amon roared, jerking Robin from the truck as tran ran for the tree-line just off the north side of the road. Wasting no time to check for distance gained, Amon continued to run, nearly dragging Robin by her arm.

A fired shot rang out, barely missing Amon\'s arm. Noticing the fleeing back of the guide just ahead Amon decided to follow his lead, knowing he was headed to somewhere safe.

Another shot fired, a painful whimper escaped Robin\'s lips. Not stopping but sparing a glance he soon noticed the trail of blood that was now left in the snow. Robin had been shot. Once inside the tree-line and safely tucked behind one momentarily he swiftly picked Robin up , ing ing her over his shoulder. From this angle he clearly saw the wound on her lower leg. The bleeding had already begun to slow, which was a relief on many levels. Before taking off once again Amon aimed on the fast approaching target. Successfully striking the agents right shoulder. Turning on his heel he sped off. Robin remained silent through the onslaught of bumps and tree branches. The trail left by the guide was now spotted by the occasional drop of blood. Locating a wide tree just a few feet away Amon ducked behind it. Aiming once again for the approaching figure of the remaining agent. Firing once more he struck the agent\'s stomach. Sending him face first to the ground.

After taking the orbo gun from the fallen man Amon again placed Robin on his shoulder. Never slowing his pace he trudged on. As they progressed into the woods Amon noticed the amount of blood the guide was left behind had increased significantly. That is when he caught sight of the wounded man. Lying on his side gasping for air. Placing Robin as gently as his rushed nature would allow he approached. \"Why?\" was all Amon said, though his tone was more than demanding. \"My family\" \"....\" \"They promised their safety if I brought you to them\".

\"Fool, you have endangered them more\". Amon spoke, venom dripping from his voice.

Robin seeing the remorse flood the mans eyes approached slowly. \"Do they know where your family is?\" The dying man\'s gaze drifted slowly to a trail disappearing into the woods. \"I\'m certain of it\".

\"How far is the next safe house?\" Amon\'s gruff voice barked.

\"Just down this trail, bout a half click from the tree with a bowed back, head southeast\" When he choked out the last of the directions Robin offered him a sip of water. Nodding his thanks he leaned back against the tree nearest him. \"I\'m sorry, I only hoped to spare my family, please help them\" he pleaded grimly. His pasty facvingving way to the final moment of life he clung too.

\"We will\" Amon replied

Within seconds the guides last breath escaped him. Slumping firmly to the ground. Robin who had been sitting near him froze. Her eyes glazing over with unshed tears. Fighting soundly to keep them locked within the confines of her eyes she refused to face Amon. When he reached for her arm she turned her face away.

\"Robin it is alright to mourn the loss of life, While I am angry he betrayed us, I understand his motivation\"

\"This, prejudice, this HATE of ‘witches\' is evil Amon, it drives a man who was probably a truest of friends, loyalist of husbands, and most loving of fathers to betray his own, innocent children are forced to learn how to save their own lives before they have lived them\". The desperation, anger and frustration pouring from her soul with each word she choked out.

Amon stunned, and in awe of Robin\'s emotional outburst reacted the only way he knew how. Dropping what he held he immediately wrapped both arms around Robin\'s shivering form. \"Robin we will survive this\" he spoke softly against her ear.

Several minutes passed, Amon\'s warm and tender embrace, and strong presence calming Robin. \"I\'m sorry Amon, I don\'t know where that came from\"

She began to hear a low sporadic growl in his chest. Becoming more erratic and growing in volume until the next thing she knew he was full out laughing. At her! Anger began to boil under the surface. Till he reached for her chin, looking straight into her eyes.
\"Truly Robin it is ok, things haven\'t been so relaxing for us have they?\"

Appreciating his gesture Robin pulled away giving him a somber yet reassuring smile. Bending to retrieve her bag, she found herself stopped by Amon. Slinging both bags over his left shoulder he put Robin back on his shoulder. \"It will be faster this way, you need to get that scratch cleaned and bandaged appropriately\" Robin having nearly forgotten about the wound on her leg just uttered and \"Oh\" in response, settling into an ‘onlyghtlghtly uncomfortable\' groove.

Coming upon a lean-to just off the right side of the trail, Amon recalled the guides directions. \"About another half mile\" he informed Robin who had been dying to put her feet on the ground.

\"Can I walk now?\" she asked sweetly

\"For a short time\" he said as he placed her feet on the ground in front of him. Looking over the top of her head he looked at the lean-to, deducting it would provide enough shelter to stop long enough to bandage Robins\' leg effectively.

\"We\'re stopping there for a short time\" with that he reached for her arm, guiding her along side him.

Once they were under the makeshift shelter he positioned their bags into a seat for Robin, which he then helped her settle into. Leaning down on one knee in front of her he reached for her wounded leg. While he tended to her leg Robin wondered what he was thinking, if he was scared...if he resented her for being what she was, and his vow to protect her.

Amon\'s thoughts were on the opposite end of the spectrum. His thoughts were of when they get out of this, and whether Robin and he could indeed have a normal life. But he had decided that he would not be the only one making decisions for the both of them......when they got out of this.

After completing his task, and satisfied that the would was clean and would not become infected he gently placed her leg back down on the ground. Eyes locked with each other yet again Robin softly thanked him before lowering her head to stare at her hands.

Amon pressed his fingertip to her chin, encouraging her to raise her head. When she allowed him her gaze once again, he in a swift yet gentle motion came in to capture her lips. Amon broke the kiss with a gentle nibble on her lower lip. Sending tingles deep into Robin\'s body.

\"We need to get moving\" Amon told her, gently pulling her up. He allowed her to walk on her own for a while. Once they had walked the half mile or so, he spotted the indicator showing where they needed to head southeast. Stopping only long enough to refresh with water and a light snack he placed Robin back on his shoulder much to her chagrin. With weather warming the ground was quite muddy. Often times slowing him down with the extra weight.

Nearing an opening Amon heard the distinctive sounds of running water. Heading in the general direction he spotted a clean pristine creek. Fresh clean water, and a chance to take a breather was absolutely what he needed. After an hour or better of carrying Robin along with the additional weight of the bags even he needed to take a break.

Amon handed Robin her bag so she might locate something to eat while he refilled their canteen. Looking around he noticed a rather large tree which had fallen over the creek. Just beyond that appeared to be a narrow path leading deeper into the woods. Deciding that would be their chosen direction he settled back to indulge himself with a snack of his own.

Robin surveyed her surroundings as well. She also noticed the large tree serving as a foot bridge. But she did noticed something Amon had not. Raising herself up, she slowly walked to a nearby tree. Appearing to be no more than an old scar within the tree bark she looked closer to see the distinctive markings of a protection spell.

\"Amon, look here\".

\"What is it?\" he asked as he got to his feet.

Amon stared at the unusual markings. Although he knew it had significant meaning he knew nothing about the purpose. This is where Robin began to see the question, to which she promptly answered the unspoken question.

\"It is for protection, a barrier to ward off those who would do the caster harm\" She explained.

Realizing instantly that the responsible party could not be to much farther she informed him of that as well. They were obviously headed in the right direction, and not to much farther to go.


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\"Mommy where are we going?\" a young dark haired girl begged her mother.
\"Iris, I have explained this to you already please do as I ask?\" the frustrated woman snapped. Encouraging her children to rush along.

Rushing her children beneath the floorboards she closed the trap door just as a barrage of darkly clad figures swept through the house. Disgruntled they had found no one they proceeded to set fire to the small homestead cabin. Burning the structure beyond recognition save for the rock chimney which stood alone amongst the ashes.

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Shortly after having started down the narrow path, they both noticed a grey haze in the air ahead. After catching the smell of smoke, Amon pulled Robin farther ahead, finding a safe spot to tuck her away. Demanding she remain where she was, he forged ahead venturing just close enough to survey the burning structure.

Realizing this was probably the very house they were searching for he grunted in disgust. Once he returned to Robin and told her of the situation they decided to abandon all paths or anything of the like. Using only the compass and Amon\'s intuition.

Although Amon was feeling the pressure for survival weigh heavily on his shoulders he refused to let the small defeats beat hiwn. wn. He had hunted the best, defeated the best. His training had been much like that of the Solomon agents. Relying on training alone woult bet be enough urviurvive this. They needed a little luck as well.

As the sun started it\'s slow decent into the horizon, Robin\'s fatigue n ton to get the better of her. After having stumbled a few times, the exhausting nearly brought her crashing to the ground, save for Amon\'s swift reflexes.

Sympathy for his partner and dire need for rest himself Amon decided to stop, allowing them both a moment of rest. At which time he also re-cleaned, and bandaged Robin\'s leg.

Noting a few berry bushend dnd deciding they would be a welcome change over the sugar laden quick shop snacks she set about harvesting the ripe treats.

The faint sound of voices drifted to both sets of ears, Robin turned immediately towards the direction of the ghost like sound. Seconds seemed to pass like hours before Amon was by her side.



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