Disclaimer: I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin, but Reika and Javan are mine!!!
Amon: *pokes Puff with a stick* Quiet
Puff: I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts…
Amon: *glare*
Puff: I’m bored. Can you at least give me some water? I haven’t had anything to drink since you tied me up.
Amon: …
Puff: It’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all. It’s a small, small world!!!
Amon: *hands Puff a glass through the net* Here, and shut up.
Puff: *catches Amon’s hand* Hahahaha!!! ^_^
Amon: What are you doing?
Puff: I’m pulling you in. I can’t work my author’s magic to get out, so I’ll pull you in. It works that way, but don’t ask why.
Amon: *trying to get away*
Puff: Too late.
Amon: You are so stupid.
Puff: Why?
Amon: Now we’re both stuck.
Puff: Oh, at least you can’t escape from my glompings. *Glomps Amon*
Chapter Four: Electrifying Experience
Doujima sped back to the hospital, much faster than she should have because of the slick roads. Amon kept glancing back, using the rear view mirror, at Robin and Javan. The little girl was obviously frightened by the storm and Robin was wisely distracting her with a clapping game.
The rain had set in on the city much too quickly and it was getting hard to see more than three feet in front of the car. Near-gale force winds buffeted the quartet as they ran inside the safe hospital. Javan was crying softly, clinging to Robin like they were the last two humans alive.
Amon went to the front desk to inquire about Reika. As he did so, Robin and Doujima went to sit down on two of the under-stuffed chairs that lined the walls. The pair of girls looked slightly miserable, with their hair drooping and their clothes dripping.
“Well?” Doujima asked, as Amon joined them in the waiting lobby.
“She’s asleep,” Amon responded simply, letting himself fall into a chair. He closed his dark eyes, letting the other three know he didn’t want to be disturbed; even the toddler settled down to allow for quiet. In a few minutes, Javan had fallen asleep in Robin’s lap. The craft user carefully transferred the little girl to Doujima while she went to find blankets or towels.
“Hello,” Amon said when he fished his ringing cell phone out of his coat pocket.
“I’ve got the results of the genetic comparison right here. I can give them to you right …wait, what’s that? Amon, I think there’s a witch heading for the hospital,” Michael said, typing furiously as he talked. The hunter looked around at the humans waiting for medical care or loved ones. There were way too many to engage in combat.
“Are you sure?” Amon asked, his senses going into battle mode. He subconsciously checked to see if he had his Orbo gun with him; luckily, he never left home without it.
“Yeah, I’m trying to hack into the hospital’s security system to get a visual, but there’s quite a few firewalls in place. There, I’m sending you the image of the witch via nonlinear filter,” Michael stated, pushing a few keys. Amon flipped his phone over and looked at the image. He quickly glanced around the hospital’s atrium and caught sight of the witch.
“Do you have any idea of power type?” Amon inquired, gesturing Doujima over, “Where’s Robin?”
“She went to find some blankets,” Doujima said quickly, listening to what the hacker had to say.
“No idea, so be alert. I’m getting a reading that’s off the charts,” Michael explained, right before the phone went dead and all the electricity in the hospital flickered out. The few back-up generators that the hospital had kicked in and a sickly glow illuminated the room slightly.
“Doujima, do you have your gun?” Amon asked curtly, his hand resting a mere inch from his gun holster. The teenager nodded, gently arranging Javan on a chair before pulling out her weapon. Amon’s obsidian eyes flashed around the room, spying a tangle of electricity springing from a young man. People were dazed and confused, their minds not quite comprehending the images they were seeing.
“Everyone out!!!” Amon yelled, aiming his gun at the witch. People began scampering for doors and exits in a disorderly fashion.
“I don’t think so,” the witch said softly, his voice barely carrying to Amon’s ears. The glow of energy around his body increased and shot out towards the innocent humans. Flames unfalteringly appeared at the last moment, blocking the deadly amount of electricity. In that moment, the last of the people escaped.
“Ah, it’s the little one I’ve heard so very much about. You’re prettier than they say, but stories sometimes cross a bit in the retelling and no one who’s really seen your lovely face has ever come home. Robin, you’re quite the celebrity among witches and seeds,” the witch said lightly, completely ignoring the two other hunters, “I really didn’t expect such a treat when I came to kill the traitor!”
“Came to kill the traitor?” Robin repeated, staring defiantly at her opponent. Amon and Doujima were beginning to go numb from the amount of craft-generated electricity in the air.
“Yes, the traitor. We witches have a nice little society web, though you hunters didn’t know that till now,” he laughed, pushing his hair out his face.
“Explain,” Robin ordered, without faltering in the slightest, “But drop your field.”
“You too,” he responded, his face had suspicion written over it.
“Alright, no craft until after we’ve finished talking,” Robin said in agreement as the witch nodded.
“Oh, call off your lackey and servant girl,” the witch said, his voice serious. He jerked his head towards Amon and Doujima.
“They are my fellow hunters,” Robin snapped, her green eyes blazing angrily. The air seemed to become heavier with the amount of energy that was pouring off of Robin.
“Please, spare me. You and I both know perfectly well, despite their ‘flawless’ Orbo protection, you could incinerate them whenever you wanted. With a bit of proper training from a fellow fire user, of course,” the witch drawled, casting his glimmering eyes towards the shocked pair of hunters who were watching Robin in disbelief.
“No, that’s not true. I don’t have nearly enough power, even if I wanted to hurt them,” Robin retorted irately, “They’re my friends.” Amon and Doujima were still dazed over the witch’s accusations to fully comprehend her words.
“Whatever, little one, you know yourself best. I, however, refuse to drop my shield until their Orbo guns are safely disposed of. I trust you with them,” the witch said brightly, not much seemed to dampen his overly cheerful mood. Robin nodded and glided to where her friends waited. Doujima simply handed over her gun, but Amon put up more of a fight.
“Please, Amon, this information could be very valuable in future hunts,” Robin begged, holding her hand out for his gun. He precisely weighed the consequences before giving over his weapon. In that moment, he felt very defenseless and fragile.
“Good, now I’ll talk,” the witch said, letting his energy field fall as Robin dropped hers. They settled themselves cross-legged on the floor, about two feet apart. Doujima and Amon snuck closer, so they could hear the exchange. Neither could believe that the witch gave in so easily to Robin’s request. The whole day seemed to have a sinister feeling about it.
“So, where to begin?” the witch asked himself, “Oh, yes, the witches’ society web. It’s nothing like the covens that we used to have; it’s more of a loosely connected network. Like a human phone tree, we all have contacts that tell us information and then contacts we tell. We have a leader, though I won’t tell you who. You’d make a lovely wife for him.” The witch giggled at his comment, but Robin’s eyes darkened significantly.
“Continue quickly,” Robin ordered coldly, sounding an awful lot like Amon. The young man rolled his eyes a bit, lazily looking around the atrium.
“Or perhaps not. You don’t have much of a sense of humor,” the witch pouted, “It’s kind of like a hierarchy; we all know our places and we are all valuable. That’s why you’re such a problem. Always hunting us and cutting out a piece of our web. It’s so annoying. One day, you’ll see the light and join us, Robin.” The craft user’s right hand shot out and backhanded the witch. Amon and Doujima exchanged shocked glances; Robin was acting out of character.
“Ow, but I suppose I deserved that. I really don’t have time to tell you anymore; I have to go kill the traitor,” the witch said joyously, as if he would enjoy his future task.
“Robin, what’s going on?” Javan asked, pulling on Robin’s sleeve.
“Where did you get that child?” the witch inquired worriedly, his field returning and his overbearingly happy façade finally dropping away as his eyes narrowed.
“She’s Amon’s daughter,” Robin said apprehensively, pulling Javan into her lap.
“I’m here to kill her mother,” the witch said flatly.
Author’s Note:
Hm, I don’t know where this chapter came from, but it’s here now. And I quite like it. Oh, and the witch can create a permanent ‘force field’ around himself. Sort of like Robin when she blocks, but it’s always there. I rather like the idea of the witches having a network, and it’s not in the show, so I created one. It probably won’t even play a part in the storyline though. >_< Forgive the resemblance to the witch in episode 11. I had forgotten about him, and it is simply to late to change the chapter now. FYI: this witch is more powerful than all the others. Put together. You’ll see why
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CuriousDreamWeaver: Cork it? That’s funny. (In my minds at least {No that isn’t a typo}) Amon can’t be immune to Javan; where would the fun be in that?!
Suki1: Really? Funny?
Sarah Kerrigan: I’m quite pleased with the amount of reviews this chapter hauled in. Really, since the day? I try to be original. It’s so hard. >_<
AllHart: I would, but I’ve based Javan off of myself as a two-year-old. And since I’ve always been extremely mature (just ask my mother), you know. ‘Sides, I couldn’t base Javan off of my older brother. Amon would have already shot himself in the head. :p Thanks for the suggestion, though. I’ll keep it in mind when I write for Javan’s friends! ^_^
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Sophia: Robin and Amon romance. As much as I can stomach and that gorgeous stoic bishie will allow.
Kanno: It was wrong of me to complain in such a forceful manner. *bows* *coughs* yeah right *coughs* Once a week I put up a chapter. I’ve always updated my stories that way, and I’m not gonna change now. ‘Sides, that’s the only time I have enough time on the internet. (I use my mum’s office computer for internet access) It sucks cause I’ve got two computers in my room and all I can do is type and play a few games.
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AyekaPenor-toolazytologin: Yes, I know that’s not your penname. (Is it?) My deepest sympathies for the loss of your Grandmother. The mesothelioma was the last option I had to fall back on. Reika’s only like 22 so she really wouldn’t have regular tobacco-related cancer. I was originally going to have her have consumption (Tuberculosis, in case you didn’t know) but it’s much too easy to treat with modern medicine. The asbestos could have infiltrated her lungs as a child, perfect age. It takes at least ten to twenty years to fully develop. Sorry, I don’t get many opportunities to explain a bit of my medical knowledge. A thanks for my score. You’ll be holding that gold star for a while. This is gonna be a long story.
MalletWielderofDoom: Amon’s like a filled chocolate. Yummy-looking but hard on the outside; fruit-crème or caramel on the inside. (I have yet to eat dinner) Thanks, I think Javan is cute too. Just be afraid when she gets mad. Reika’s temperament and Amon’s stoicism.
Slysilverinu: Planning on it. Amon can’t kill you. I’ve him trapped in a net with me. (Read disclaimer!!!) ‘Sides, I wouldn’t let him kill a valuable reviewer:
Haruya: Yeah, at least chapter ten. I know; I’ve gotten that far. Don’t hit me!
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