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Kitsune: I’m so glad that knife hit your ticklish spot.
Puff: *giggling on the floor*
Amon: …
Kitsune: This is funny. *watches Puff*
Amon: Not that it’s any of my business, but shouldn’t you pull the knife out. She’s already bled all over that white rug.
Kitsune: She’ll be fine and the rug is replaceable.
Amon: *shrugs*
Chapter 35: An Accepted Fate
In a dazed state, Amon stared blankly at Morganna. His mind was pulling all the information he had previously overlooked. He was starting to realize that any plan he came up with would most likely fail horribly.
“Well, Amon, what do you have to say to that?” Morganna asked coldly, her chocolate eyes fixated on the dark man’s still form, “Don’t you see now that it would be best to give up at this moment? You wouldn’t have to futilely search for a feeble plan to use against me. Believe me, thousands have tried to kill me over the years.”
“That doesn’t shock me,” Amon hissed, not letting his gaze wander over to where Robin stood silently, “I’m sure they’ve all had their reasons.”
“Yes, I suppose they did. Like your reason is that I’m going to steal your daughter and your so-called hunting partner. I know what she really is to you, Amon, it’s written all over your face. You don’t want anything to happen to Robin because you lo,” Morganna teased in a sinister way, but was sharply cut off when a cold metal tray slammed into her face.
“I don’t want anything to happen to Robin because I owe her. She saved my daughter’s life and the least I can do is save hers,” Amon stated calmly, watching blood snake down from Morganna’s newly broken nose. Her hands gently cradled her nose, crimson liquid pouring out from her fingers and splattering on her pure white dress.
As all life drained from Morganna’s eyes, Robin’s green orbs became over-illuminated. The craft user glided over to Morganna’s limp body and pulled her hands away from her face. With an audible noise, she set the broken bits back into their proper place. Then, just as suddenly as she had entered, Morganna went back to her own body and left Robin a lifeless doll once again.
“That wasn’t fair, Amon. Now it might heal weird and my nose will go crooked,” Morganna whined, glancing in one of the mirrors hung on the walls. She pulled a dark pink handkerchief from a pocket and dabbed at the blood, wiping it carefully off of her skin. When the square of cloth had been thoroughly soaked, a slight look of worry crossed her features.
“Anything wrong, Morganna?” Amon asked coldly, watching as Robin fetched a box of tissues for her mistress. Pulling out a handful, Morganna pressed them delicately against her still freely bleeding nose.
“No,” Morganna snapped icily, her energy so malicious that it seemed to roil the air, “And even if there was a problem, it wouldn’t be any of your business, Amon!”
Robin jumped towards Amon, her movements much more slow and jerky than her previous attacks. Half-hearted flames bounced off of his shield, most fading harmlessly before they even contacted the Orbo barrier. But whenever Amon would get close to catching Robin, she would expertly maneuver her way out of his reach.
“At least concentrate on fighting me,” Amon said bluntly, not having to even think about where he would block any incoming fire, “I don’t think I would feel right about killing you if you were ill.” Morganna, having almost gone completely through her box of tissues, looked up with angry eyes blazing in their sockets.
“I am not ill!” Morganna yelled, waving her free hand around violently. She snatched the last of the tissues and smashed them against her face, glaring as fiercely as was possible.
Her puppet launched back into full attack mode, once again blurring with speed as she darted around her target. Slashing lightly at his skin with solid flames, Robin wasn’t within Amon’s reach for more than a second. If he did manage to brush his fingers against her, his hands were promptly hacked at so he would have to recoil or lose a digit.
While he wasn’t attempting to restrain Robin without getting himself killed, Amon had his dark eyes fixed on Morganna. She had her back to the battle; her head was leaned heavily against the pale walls. A small pool of blood was collecting on the tiles below her chair.
“I take it your nose hasn’t stopped bleeding yet,” Amon called out, wincing when Robin grazed his neck with one of her flames. One of his hands involuntarily shot to the wound and defensively covered it.
“No, Amon, it hasn’t,” Morganna whined, not moving an inch to speak to her opponent. She sighed and forced Robin back into action, forcing the girl’s body to move much more quickly than should have been possible. Small, almost unnoticeable, cuts appeared on her flesh where ever it was exposed to the rushing air.
“Now why would that be?” Amon asked, ducking down to dodge one of Robin’s flip attacks, “Might you be ill? I would go easy on you if you just tell the simple truth.”
“The truth isn’t simple and I don’t have the time to discuss it with my soon to be deceased target,” Morganna snapped, slamming both of her tightly curled fists against the wall. She whirled around in her chair, turning to look Amon in the eyes while he evaded getting killed by Robin.
Cold brown eyes watched the battle with a deadly precision when it came to following each and every move. Morganna seemed lifeless as she stared, save for a slight rise and fall that signaled her breathing and the uncontrolled blood that was streaming down her face. It was soaking into her dress front, seeping towards the part where it flared into a skirt.
Amon was desperately trying to make eye contact with Robin, praying that she would recognize him if he held her gaze even for a second. When he finally did manage his task, it was to no avail since all he saw were dark green voids.
“Robin! I know you wouldn’t just submit to evil like that woman. I know you’re still in there, somewhere. You have to fight her off, Robin, you have to,” Amon pleaded, momentarily dropping his icy exterior while he tried to verbally contact his hunting partner.
“I know you wouldn’t submit. I know you’re still there,” Morganna taunted contemptibly, contorting her crimson stained face into vicious masks, “Of course she wouldn’t give into me Amon. I had to take her while she wasn’t conscious. Even then she fought back. I had to practically beat her mind senseless to take over. Defeating her psyche would have been quite a formidable task for someone who wasn’t trained properly.”
“Will she be the same after you let her go?” Amon asked, trying to keep his voice tone completely even.
“I think so. Not that you’ll ever know, since you’ll have long been a cadaver when Robin regains control over herself. I had to be very careful with Robin, since she’s going to be given to the boss when I finish up here,” Morganna explained calmly, her rush of emotions dying off quickly. She wiped at her nose, flicking the blood off her fingers in a sweeping arc.
“You just said that you had to beat her mind into submission. How could you be careful at the same time?” Amon questioned icily, glaring razor sharp daggers at the blood-covered woman. She sighed, quickly directing Robin back over to her before she began to speak.
“It was a little of both, Amon. With most of my puppets, their minds don’t even survive the initial contact,” Morganna elucidated condescendingly, randomly waving her hands around as if she was trying to add to her words visually, “They’re too weak and they snap under the slightest of psychic touches. Robin, however, she’s strong. She nearly overthrew me when I first got to her. I’ve never encounter a mind that strong, except for other telepaths. I consider it a great personal privilege to have been able to deal with her. I was hoping to have more time with her, but I really need to get out of here soon. Perhaps the boss will let me speak with her afterwards.”
“The only afterwards for you is going to be when you get hauled off, either in a body bag or restrained securely. It’s your choice,” Amon stated confidently, though he himself wasn’t sure why he was so self-assured. His defiant near-black eyes focused themselves directly into Morganna’s coldly amused pair. She giggled softly, quickly stopping when she choked on her own blood.
“I’m afraid that I’m not as gentle as you, Amon,” Morganna cooed in between her harsh coughing, “Your only option is to die. Wait, I lied. You do have options. You can die quickly and painlessly or you can die in the most horrific manner I can devise on such short notice.” As her coughing died down, she rubbed at her throat and unconsciously smeared the layers of crimson around further.
“We’ll see,” Amon said simply, “For now, let’s just fight.” He stepped back a few paces and gestured for her to begin whenever she wanted.
“My, you are awfully quick to jump to your death. I’ll humor you, just this once, since it’ll be the last request you’ll ever make. To be killed by your hunting partner; it does seem to be a fitting end to your miserable existence,” Morganna said in a mocking tone, though her voice was soft and delicate.
As Robin walked slowly towards him, her green eyes illuminated by a murderous glow, Amon seemed to smile to himself. He stood perfectly still while flames began to coil around Robin’s hands and up her arms. Even when the ends of his hair began to singe from the closeness of the fire, Amon didn’t blink his eyes.
“I see you’ve accepted your fate. I’ll be quick with it,” Morganna called to him, wanting to look into his dark eyes before she mercilessly slaughtered him. Robin prepared for a killing strike, raising both of her hands above her head and letting the flames curl together.
Just a split second before his throat was to be impaled, Amon sprung away. Morganna’s eyes narrowed sharply as she directly Robin into pursuit. The pair of hunters seemed to perform a macabre dance as they sped around the room.
Morganna, growing impatient with Amon’s unwillingness to submit, began to channel more energy into Robin so the fire user could launch flames at the dark man. Amon, though he was barely managing to dodge each attack, continued to take Robin along a winding path.
“I’ve accepted a fate,” Amon said quietly, as he ducked down. Robin’s fiery attack hit one of the mirrors on the walls and began to ricochet off of each of the glass pieces in turn, bouncing dangerously close to each of the three people in the room before it finally hit its final target.