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XI
Robin
“Oh, no…” Robin looked down at her
bike as it crawled to a stop. She sighed and placed her feet on the ground. The
wind was cool across her skin. It felt good to let the breeze come over her.
She took a little time to admire it before getting off of her bike and
surveying it.
As usual, she couldn’t pinpoint the
problem. She pulled out her phone. She hated to bother the hunters about it,
but she needed assistance. This was the third time the vespa broke down on her
and she was tired of kick starting it just for three minutes of sputtering
before it broke down again. She dialed for Michael. He picked up quickly.
“Robin?” he asked.
“I’m stranded again,” she explained.
“My bike broke down.”
“I see.”
“Um…could you send someone to help
me?”
“But…isn’t Haruto with you?” Michael
asked.
“No, not anymore.
He got a call from Zaizen…to go back to the office.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. And if he went there right
after we parted, he should be there by now. Unless he’s
having as much trouble with his bike as I’m having with mine.”
“I haven’t seen him. He might still
be out. But hey, I’ll send someone to help you, okay?”
“Okay, Michael. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Robin turned her phone
off and leaned against her bike. She looked off into the distance at the
setting sun. It was beautiful. She left her bike and sat down at the side of
the road to study it.
This was what she loved most. Beautiful moments, free and unrestrained, completely natural and by
no means an illusion. Why would the sun deceive her? Innocently setting
in one land while rising in the next? She watched with open eyes until it was
completely gone. The sky had not yet lost its color to the large, heavy, dark
blue mass above it, but it was cloudy and the once warming breeze had turned
unbearably chilly.
Robin sat and waited for an hour and
a half. When it began to drizzle, she hurried beneath an edge in the cliff for
cover. She wondered what could be taking whoever Michael called so long. She
called Amon just to see if he was out, and if so, would he give her a ride
home.
Amon
Amon slid down the wall and hit the
ground hard. He’d tried everything, but nothing would work. He pushed the
emergency buttons, the button to open the door, to close it, everything. He
even tried to pull the doors apart manually. But he knew that wouldn’t work. He
needed help. He sat tired and beaten, and growing impatient. He wished to hell
that he hadn’t have left his cell phone in the car, but he knew that even if he’d
brought it, it wouldn’t work in the elevator shaft.
Moments later, his communication
device rang, startling him. He glanced down at himself, refusing to believe
that it was actually working. No one would answer when he called for them, and
he’d assumed it might have been malfunctioning. He let his anger dispel,
because he then realized that he could ask whoever was paging him to get him
out. He reached into his jacket and
looked to see who it was. It was Robin.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Hi, Amon.
Um…I’m stranded out here and I was wondering if you would swing by and pick me
up.”
“I’m stuck in an elevator,” he told
her. “Have you called Michael?”
“Yes, and he said he’d send someone,
but no one’s come yet.”
“Did you try calling him back?” Amon
asked.
“No…”
“Call him and tell him you’re still
out there,” Amon said. “And ask him about helping me out of the middle elevator
car.”
“Okay,” Robin said. She hung up.
Amon became more patient after that. About three minutes later, he could hear
Michael calling for him.
“Amon! You down there!” Amon looked up. The elevator cars were
clear all around, except for the doors. Michael was leaning in through the
second set of doors looking down at Amon. Relief flooded through Amon, and he
took a moment to gaze thankfully at Michael before he stood up.
“It’s stuck,” Amon told him. “I
can’t get it to move.”
“Give me a sec.” Michael moved away.
A second later, Sakaki stuck his head out. He looked amused.
“Hey, Amon,” he said. “Stuck in the
elevator, huh? Must suck.” Amon gave him a glare.
“At least I’ve been alone,” he said.
“I couldn’t bear hearing your mouth all this time.”
“What?” Sakaki asked. “I can’t hear
you.”
“Just help Michael,” Amon said.
“Oh…help Michael?” Amon shook his
head. That boy. Amon’s device rang again. He received
the page.
“Robin?” he asked. He knew it was
from her device, but her screen was dark.
“Amon!” Robin
yelled. “I…someone’s after me and no one will answer their phones.” Amon heard
some commotion and Robin’s grunt of effort following it.
“Robin!” he called,
his body tensing. “Who is it?”
“I…I don’t know. They just showed up
and I can’t stop them alone. No one will answer, Amon.” Amon looked at Sakaki
“Sakaki, do you have your
communication device with you?”
“Yeah,” Sakaki called back.
“Robin’s trying to page you, isn’t
it going through?”
“No…nothing’s going on with it.”
“She’s in trouble. Have Michael
locate her and go get her.”
“I can’t. I don’t have a key to any
of the cars and the boss is out.”
“What about your bike?” Amon asked.
“It won’t start,” Sakaki said.
“That’s why I’m here.”
“Shit.”
“Is she close? I might be able to
make it there on foot.” Robin screamed again through the device.
“Amon, please help me! I can’t do
anything to stop him!”
“I’m trying Robin,” Amon said. He
was beginning to panic. “Sakaki, have Michael find out where she is, and see if
you can reach her in time.”
“Right.”
Sakaki moved away. Michael reappeared moments later with Sakaki.
“We can’t find her,” Michael said.
“It’s like her device isn’t working.”
“She’s on it right now, talking to
me,” Amon said.
“What’s going on with her?” Sakaki
asked. “Can she tell her surroundings?”
“Robin, do you know where you are?”
“I…I’m where my bike usually breaks
down,” Robin said, gasping for air. “I…was pushed down the cliff and they’re
chasing me. They…they have guns and I can’t stop the bullets, Amon…”
“Damnit!”
Amon said. “Michael…I’m the only one who can help her. You’ve got to get the
elevator going again!” Michael moved away and Sakaki remained. “Shit…” Amon
said again.
“They’re after her, aren’t they?”
Sakaki asked. “This is what they’ve been planning.”
“Quiet!” Amon demanded.
“You know it is, Amon.”
“You’re incriminating yourself,”
Amon said.
“Did they think we wouldn’t find
out?” Sakaki asked. “It’s so obvious. None of us can get in touch with her, her
vespa just breaks down on her, you’re stuck in an elevator, Michael can’t leave
and he can’t locate her, and my bike’s broke down,
too. This isn’t a coincidence. They’re after her. They’re going to kill her.”
The lights in the elevator came on and the elevator moved up. Sakaki moved away
from the shaft. Both Sakaki and Michael were standing there when the door
opened.
“I’m going to take the main car out
to her,” Amon said, stepping out of the elevator. He moved towards the desks
and took out a set of keys. He unlocked one of the drawers at the bottom, opened
it and removed a small set of keys and a handgun.
“That’s…” Michael went to say.
“That’s right,” Amon said. “I’m not
hunting witches tonight.” Amon moved towards the stairs and Sakaki followed.
“I’ll go with you.” Amon stopped and
looked at Michael.
“You, too,” he said. Michael looked
shocked.
“I’m…not supposed to leave…” he
said.
“I’m not leaving you here with that
maniac,” Amon said. “You come with me.” Michael nodded, grabbed his laptop and
followed them.
……………
Section ten’s escaped the pen’ and
section eleven…and section eleven…um… Oh darn, what rhymes with eleven? Seven? No, that won’t work. Darn! ::thinks::
Oh crap! I was on a roll, too. …And section eleven’s now a
has been? @.@ Oh, I am a strange, strange child.
Please review!
kaj
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