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::blinks:: Hello? Anyone out there,
still? I’m triflin’, I know it, taking a two-semester long hiatus without
saying anything or giving any warning. But I’m back with the last chapters, so
don’t throw too many stones, k? At least you get some closure…those of you
who…might have come back… ::nervous chuckle:: Closure’s good, right? And
school’s bad! School makes me fall behind on the finer, more important things
in life. ::glooms:: But on the bright side, I caught up within the week! It
feels good to be out!! Ok… On with the show!
Disclaimer: I don’t own WHR.
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XIV
Amon
“You’re a clever man,” he said. “More
clever than you let on. Touko told me about you, and what you’ve been up to. I
won’t let you go through with any more of it.”
“Touko,” Zaizen boomed. “This is
your chance. The doctors here won’t treat Robin, I’ve already arranged…”
“You’re wrong,” Touko said. “They
will. And do you know why? Just like you, I’ve got friends in high places.
Robin will get her deserved treatment.” She put pressure on the trigger of the
gun. “And so will you.”
“Remember what they did to you,”
Zaizen said. “Remember how they hurt you. There was no remorse.”
“Robin…didn’t do anything wrong…”
Touko said. She sniffed. “I…I was…she was…she didn’t do anything, she would
never do anything to hurt me!” Amon looked at Touko. “This is why I don’t have
any friends, dad,” she said. “This is why I’m so alone. You…you’ve always been
there for me, but in the wrong ways. Why couldn’t it ever be me who was wrong?
Why did the problems in all of my relationships always fall on the other
person’s shoulder? Why can’t I be the one who was wrong, for once?!”
“No daughter of mine,” Zaizen began,
“should ever have to stoop to the levels of the worthless creatures around
her.”
“You’ve made me that worthless
creature!” she exclaimed. “This is all my fault. I’m the one who caused the
problems in every one of my relationships, be they with lovers or just with
acquaintances. I’m so empty inside, and it’s all your fault! Damnit! Can’t you
see what you’ve done to me?”
“Touko, just put the gun down,”
Zaizen said. He stepped closer. “Touko…”
“You won’t convince me to do
anything in your favor anymore,” she said. She pointed the gun at him with her
arm completely straight. But tears were inching down her cheeks, and her hand
began to shake.
Amon saw this and moved forward to
take over when Zaizen rushed at Touko and knocked the gun from her hands. She
cried out and slumped to the floor. Zaizen went to reach for the gun, but Amon
came forward, lifted his knee with great force until it came into contact with
Zaizen’s ribs. Zaizen cringed and collapsed to the floor. Amon stepped in front
of him.
“The game,” he began, his fists
clenching, “is over.” He swiftly kicked Zaizen in the face. Zaizen’s body shot
back. Amon felt the anger within him rising. This was his time. He remembered
back to every time Zaizen ever hit him. He remembered back to his conversation
with Michael. He remembered Touko’s heartache. And he remembered the sight of
Robin as she lay on the grass, helpless and near death. Something within him
pulsed and he felt, for a moment, very unlike himself. But he couldn’t stop
there. He wanted his revenge.
He grabbed Zaizen by the collar and
lifted him up, carrying him with one arm to the hospital bed. He laid Zaizen
over the edge and straddled him, then began to punch him with both hands,
rapidly alternating one after the other with all the power in his being.
“Do you…realize…what you’ve…done?”
he asked Zaizen, never easing the force of his hits. Of course he knew all that
he’ done, all the pain he’d caused. After so long of not being allowed to be angry,
of holding back all forms of retaliation, of sitting by and watching all of
Zaizen’s abuses, Amon couldn’t stop himself.
He grew bored of punching and moved
back, letting Zaizen fall to the floor. He began to kick at his ribs, not
stopping even after he heard the satisfying crunch of his bones. Zaizen began
to pant and wheezing, and cough blood up onto the floor. Amon reached down and
grabbed Zaizen by the collar and made him look at him.
“How does it feel?” he asked. “It
feels beautiful, doesn’t it?” Amon punched him again and let him fall. He
backed away and shook his head.
“Amon…” Touko murmured. Amon perked,
not expecting to hear her speak. He’d somehow forgotten his surroundings. She
was still on the floor, but she had stopped crying. She looked over to him and
went to speak, but didn’t say anything. Amon went to step closer to her, but as
he moved, he felt his body pulse again. He stopped and looked down at his
hands. He was shaking. He stood up, but his legs felt weak. He went slowly over
to the bed and leaned on it, putting his hand to his head. He felt lightheaded.
Had he…overexerted himself? Amon closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He
opened them and looked at Zaizen. He pulsed again.
“Damnit…” he murmured.
“What’s happening…?” Touko asked.
Amon lifted his eyes and looked around. His body continued to pulse as he saw
that the lights around the room were blinking on and off.
“I…I don’t know,” Amon said. But he
knew what was happening. And he had no idea how to avoid it. “Touko…” he said.
“Touko…get out…and…go join Michael and Sa…” He choked on his words. Touko stood
up slowly.
“Amon, I don’t want to leave you
alone,” she said. Amon’s body hunched as if he was about to throw up. Touko
took a step back. “Amon…?” she asked, panic tearing through her voice.
“Please…I….I don’t know what’s going
to happen to me.” Touko nodded and fled from the room. Amon stood up and tried
to stand on firm legs. He felt hot again, but even more so now. He took off his
jacket as he went over to the window. He leaned out, and tried to catch his
breath. The cool air calmed him, and the pulsing ceased. He breathed out
sharply, perking when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around.
Zaizen was on the floor, crawling
closer to the gun. He looked over, saw that Amon was watching him and lunged
towards the gun quickly. Amon came away from the window and reached for the
gun. Zaizen’s hand grabbed it, and Amon’s hand wrapped around his. He hooked
his other arm around Zaizen’s neck and pulled back. He could feel Zaizen’s grip
on the gun increase. He fired a stray round.
“Stop it!” Amon growled. “Your
target is me!” His body pulsed again and his grip on Zaizen loosened. Zaizen,
however, was still too weak to harm Amon with any of his movements. Amon
grabbed a hold of the wrist of the hand that held the gun, not wanting to cause
Zaizen to fire another shot. Amon tightened his grip around Zaizen’s neck and
Zaizen began to choke. Amon continued this, hoping to knock him unconscious.
Before he could accomplish this however, the door opened. It was Michael.
“I told you to leave!” Amon yelled
at him. Michael stood there, stunned.
“Touko said you we—” Pwt! Michael
gasped and stumbled backward, then collapsed onto the floor.
“Lee!!” Amon’s eyes widened and
through his body he felt an inexplicable jarring of his insides. He heaved
again, and almost let go of Zaizen. But then he heard Zaizen chuckling, and his
entire body flexed with anger. His insides flared with a terrible burning and
he felt like he was on fire.
Amon let Zaizen go, and Zaizen hit
the floor harshly. The gun fell from his hand and scattered across the floor.
Zaizen lifted his head slightly to see its location and began to snake towards
it listlessly. Amon felt so dizzy, and so far away. He was frightened the
complete lack of self he experienced. His hand reached down towards Zaizen’s
neck, and without contact, Zaizen’s neck began to compress. Amon spread his
fingers and stared down at Zaizen, watching as he choked. His neck began to
dent in places and he reached up and clawed at it, struggling to breathe.
Amon held his palm flat out to
Zaizen and his eyes burned with utter hatred towards him. Zaizen’s entire body
began to shake, and dent and deflate before completely sinking into itself in a
loose heap. Amon let his hand relax, and fell backwards, his weight resting
against the bed. He sat there, chest heaving and mouth dry, until his eyes
rested on Michael. He was motionless, and there was a small pool of blood on
the floor at his left side.
Amon came away from the bed and
struggled to go near him, to rouse him, snaking around to avoid Zaizen. The
more he moved, the more his entire body felt numb and feverish. His breathing
became labored again and he collapsed on the floor next to Zaizen’s feet. His
outreached hand was a hare’s breath away from Michael’s. His fingers struggled
to touch them, to make contact with them, but as he tried to move just that bit
further, his body shut down on him.
Sakaki
“Are you sure?” Sakaki asked. Touko
nodded.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “But I’m
sure he doesn’t want to see me right now. Just go ahead. I’m sure they need
your help.” Sakaki nodded and stood up. He walked towards the room that Touko
said Amon and Zaizen were in. He felt tired and wondered what time it was. He knew
it was late, at a time that might even be considered early. He walked through
the halls wondering how Robin was at that moment. He wondered when they would
get to see her. And he wondered…
Sakaki’s mind was suddenly devoid of
thought as he looked up and saw that Michael was lying motionless in the hall.
He rushed over to him and kneeled by his side.
“Michael…” he murmured, looking him
over. He’d been shot in the stomach. “Sh—shit…” Sakaki touched Michael’s
shoulder, his hand shaky. Could a guy catch a break? First Robin and now
Michael? Sakaki stood up, and went to go inside the room to use the phone. But
he then saw Amon laying unconscious on the floor near the remains of Zaizen,
laid out on the floor next to him. Sakaki felt the contents of his stomach
resurfacing. He held a hand to his stomach and the other to his mouth and
jetted towards the other end of the hall. He went up to the nurses’ station he
saw and grabbed the nearest nurse by her wrist.
“Someone’s…someone’s been shot. He’s
in….he’s in…he’s in the room down the hall. We…can’t you…?” Sakaki covered his
mouth again and retched.
“Sakuma-san,” the nurse said to the second nurse at the station.
“I’m on it,” Sakuma answered and she
left in the direction Sakaki had come from. The first nurse looked down at
Sakaki.
“Come with me, young man,” she said
to him. “We’ll get you help.”
……………
Section fourteen’s getaway was
clean! Too bad Zaizen’s wasn’t. Kinda gives ‘beaten to a pulp’ a new meaning. But
no sense feeling bad for the bad guy. Epilogue time!
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