Disclaimer: Blah, I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin. But I came up with Reika and Javan so don’t you dare steal them.
Amon: *attempting to smooth his hair down*
Puff: Want me to help?
Amon: No!
Puff: Why not?
Amon: You…might…GLOMP ME!!! Again!
Puff: Oh, please. I’m sitting right next to you. If I want to glomp you, it wouldn’t be much of a hassle.
Amon: True…
Puff: You know, you really should have gotten me the glass with the sharp edges. The one I almost threw at you when you first arrived. ^_^
Amon: Yeah, and have you escape?
Puff: It was worth a shot. *thinks* Shot? Do you still have your gun?
Amon: Of course.
Puff: Can you hit the spot in the ceiling where you suspended the net?
Amon: Sure, but…
Puff: Do it!
Amon: *fires his gun*
Puff: Feh!!! My ceiling in muse-holding room is like ten feet high!
Amon and Puff: *hit the floor* OWWW!!!!
Chapter Five: A Hidden Truth
“Her mother?” Robin managed to inquire, her astonishment written clearly in her bright green eyes. She pulled Javan closer to her, an unconscious attempt to shield the child from what was being said.
“You have a knack for repeating me. But, yes, her mother,” the witch said exasperatedly, “I suppose you want me to explain.” Suddenly, his electricity field began to increase in power and solidity. Robin quickly shoved Javan out of the field range, pushing her towards Amon and Doujima. She chose to remain inside, to discuss things with the witch.
“Of course,” Robin confirmed, looking only slightly uncomfortable about being all but trapped in a witch’s shield. The electricity coursing through out the air began to cause the temperature to rise to a level comparable to Death Valley on the Fourth of July. Doujima had let herself sprawl on the floor, the heat overcoming her. Amon forced himself to stay focused, despite the fact his vision was swimming like a jellyfish.
“Reika betrayed the witches for a hunter. It was an abominable crime on her part, to even associate with a hunter. Let alone carry his child and then go into hiding to protect it,” the witch spat, as if the very words left an atrocious taste on his tongue. Robin shot a terrified glance at the small child that had passed out on the floor, her black hair tossed around her head like a halo.
“Don’t worry. We don’t care about the child. All we want is revenge against the traitor and then we’re gone. No harm to anyone else, or at least those who don’t interfere won’t get hurt,” the witch warned, “She awfully cute, that little girl.” He smiled at his comment and blew Javan a kiss.
“Isn’t Reika human?” Robin questioned uncertainly. The witch sighed, shaking his head slightly.
“It’s all business with you, isn’t it? She’s a witch who fell in love with a hunter and renounced her powers,” the witch explained plainly, “ I don’t understand why, though. If she had just come back to us, none of this would have happened. We would have just killed the child. That’s it.”
“That’s why she didn’t go back! No sane mother would willingly let her child die!” Robin yelled lividly, obviously protective of Javan already. She looked out through the semi-transparent shield and noted that her friends were either unconscious or barely teetering on the edge of consciousness. She felt her anger increase at how horribly this witch treated life.
“Calm down. I’m not going to kill the child,” the witch soothed, trying to bring Robin into a state that she could actively listen in. The craft user carefully let some of her intense anger at the witch seep away. She couldn’t help but wonder how much longer her friends had before they died; they were all barely breathing.
“Good, now I can just go finish my task. What are you doing?” the witch inquired sharply. Robin was feeling around in her coat pocket for her glasses, hoping to burn the witch before he could kill anyone. Finally, she felt her hand close around the delicate metal frame.
“I’m going to stop you,” Robin responded straightforwardly, slipping the glasses over her nose. She aimed, let the flames grow, and then realized the witch wasn’t there. He stood in front of her, less than six inches away. A slender hand snatched the spectacles off of Robin’s face and flung them viciously across the room.
“No, you’re not. I’ve a job to do, and I won’t allow a hunter to stop me,” the witch breathed in her ear. His icy hands curled around her neck, pressing the arteries that went to her brain. Robin’s vision started to blacken as her blood supply was cut off.
“I’ll just restrain you and make you watch your friends die. Then I’ll make you watch as I kill the traitor. Finally, I’ll take you to my leader,” the witch planned, letting up some of the pressure on her throat. He smiled sadistically, the sickening pale orange light that illuminated the room catching on his ruby-like eyes.
“Or, how about I just burn you now?” Robin asked ferociously, “ I can still use my craft without my glasses.” The witch’s coat began to burn, and he threw it violently on the ground. He shook a finger condescendingly, how one would scold a preschooler.
“But can you use your craft if you can’t see?” the witch questioned teasingly before knocking Robin on the floor and covering her emerald eyes with one hand. His other hand pinned her left arm down. Robin thrashed, trying to throw him off, but he was using all of his weight to hold her down. The blonde began to fear that she would die here, without a chance to save anyone.
Tears of terror began to run in rivulets down Robin’s face as she realized that there was no way she could escape. She heard the witch laugh hysterically, taking extreme pleasure out of her fear. His tongue ran across her porcelain skin, lapping up the liquid. Robin used her free hand to feel around on the floor for anything she could use as a weapon. If she could startle him, perhaps she could regain her precious eyesight and set her flames upon him.
“It’s nice, to actually feel the dread that courses though a victim’s body for once. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” the witch whispered blissfully, not noticing the Robin had stopped fighting him, “But the taste of a woman’s fear-filled tears, that’s heaven.” The craft user’s hand closed on a gun that had been thrown to the ground.
“I hope you enjoy it, because you won’t be feeling much for long,” Robin growled, securing the gun in her hand. She was hoping the safety feature was off or else she’d be killed quickly for trying to retaliate.
“A pitiful threat for one who can do nothing to fight back, Robin,” the witch told her melodiously, stroking her forehead with his thumb. He gasped sharply when she pushed the barrel of the gun against his neck and fired. His energy field crackled and fell as the glowing Orbo entered his bloodstream through the open wound on his throat. Robin felt his blood dripping onto her face, diminishing her own powers as it did.
“I think I did alright,” Robin snapped in reply, trying to pry his hand away from her eyes.
“Robin, it will take much more than one Orbo bullet to stop me,” the witch growled, squeezing her left wrist until it was about to break. The fifteen-year-old whimpered in pain, barely able to raise the gun still clasped in her other hand. She had no idea where she was aiming, only praying that it would hit. The sound of the gun ricocheted around the large room, punctuated by slight cry.
Amon felt his consciousness return to him as the heat subsided. He was slow to stir, but the sound of his own gun firing reached his ears. The hunter bolted into a sitting position, his dark-gray eyes dancing in the dim light. They settled on Robin and the witch, Orbo-tinged blood pooling around them. Amon tried to stand, but fatigue won out again. All he could do was watch in horror as his partner fought against a witch with power levels that couldn’t even be measured.
Author’s Note:
My shortest chapter yet. So, how’s the battle scene?
To the Reviewers: Okay, people it does NOT make me feel good about writing when I get 21 reviews then 12. It’s slightly hurtful. If you catch my drift.
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