Heros

Amon sat on the couch, his sharp gaze fixed on the television screen. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, the tone grave and unsettling.

"Breaking News: Five police officers and three scientists have been found dead under mysterious circumstances. The investigation is ongoing, but no clear leads have been identified. Citizens are advised to remain cautious."

Amon's brows furrowed as images of scorched walls and disarrayed rooms flashed across the screen. His fist tightened, his fingertips flickering briefly with flames before he extinguished them.

The sound of footsteps broke his focus, and the door creaked open. His father walked in, his police uniform slightly wrinkled from what was clearly a long day. He placed his cap on the table and sighed heavily.

"Dad," Amon said, turning his head slightly, "I saw the news. All those police officers and scientists… dead. What's going on out there?"

His father rubbed the back of his neck, his expression tired but guarded. "This case has been handed to me. I'm still piecing it together, but it doesn't make any sense right now. The whole city's on edge."

Amon sat up straighter. "Can I help? You know what I can do. If something dangerous is going on—"

"Absolutely not," his father interrupted, his tone firm as he raised a hand. "This is police business, Amon. It's my job to figure out what's happening and make sure everyone's safe, including you. I don't need you getting mixed up in this."

"But, Dad," Amon pressed, his frustration evident, "you've seen what I'm capable of. If it's something the police can't handle, maybe—"

"Amon," his father said sharply, cutting him off again. He softened his tone but kept his stance firm. "I know you want to help, but this isn't your fight. It's my responsibility, and I'm not putting you in harm's way. Just stay out of it."

Amon's jaw tightened, but he nodded begrudgingly. "Fine. But if this gets worse and you need backup, don't forget I'm here."

His father gave a small nod, his features softening for a moment. "I won't. Just... stay safe, son."

As his father turned and left the room, Amon leaned back on the couch, his gaze drifting back to the television. The news was replaying the footage of the crime scenes—scorched walls, overturned equipment, and no apparent signs of struggle. Something about it felt off.

He stared at his hand as a small flame ignited on his palm, flickering brightly before he clenched his fist and extinguished it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Stay out of it, huh?" he murmured under his breath. "Let's see about that."

Amon leaned back on the couch, his thoughts racing as the news replayed images of the crime scenes. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name "Jehovah." Without hesitation, he pressed the call button and brought the phone to his ear.

The line clicked, and a familiar voice greeted him. "Hey, Amon. What's up?"

"Did you watch the news?" Amon asked, his voice tense.

Jehovah sighed on the other end. "Yeah, I saw it. Five police officers and three scientists dead... It's getting worse out there."

Amon sat forward, his free hand tapping anxiously on his knee. "What do you think we should do? This feels bigger than just some random case."

There was a brief pause before Jehovah replied, his tone calm but thoughtful. "Honestly, this seems like the work of some psycho killer. If that's the case, it's not really our problem for now. But if things get even worse... then maybe we'll need to bring this up with Bandman."

Amon frowned. "Bandman, huh? You think he'll actually care about something like this?"

"If it escalates enough, he won't have a choice," Jehovah said. "For now, let's wait and see. No point in jumping into this unless it's necessary."

Amon exhaled, leaning back again. "Alright. I guess that makes sense. Thanks, Jehovah. Good night."

"Good night, Amon," Jehovah replied before the call ended.

Amon stared at his phone for a moment before setting it down beside him. The tension in the air was thick, and despite Jehovah's reassurance, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a deranged killer.

"Wait and see," Amon muttered to himself, his eyes drifting back to the television screen. "Let's just hope it doesn't get worse."

Note: If this chapter is confusing, consider reading Dr. Sin, as these characters originally appeared there.