Disclaimer: Nope. I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin. Which sucks ‘cause according to you people, this plotline would be great in the series. ^_^
Amon: *watches while Kitsune tries to cut Puff off*
Puff: *squirms* Kitty, that kind of tickles. Would you mind stabbing me harder or just quitting? Right now, it’s just annoying.
Kitsune: *glares* Try this out, then. *stabs with all of her weight*
Puff: That’s better. But you might want to aim for my ribcage. *grins*
Kitsune: *facial twitching*
Amon: *shrugs* I don’t get it, but it is amusing.
Chapter 34: The Puppet Dances on Strings
“This just gets more complicated with every passing second,” Amon sighed to himself, his blank dark eyes staring at the nurse.
“Why aren’t you freaking out? Shouldn’t you be frantic?” the nurse questioned loudly, her voice edging on the point of yelling, “Or at least look like you care about my explanation?!” She violently shook Robin’s body, her fingernails almost digging through the black velvet dress.
“Actually, I don’t care about what you have to say. My only goal is to eliminate the threat you pose and to safely recover Robin’s body,” Amon said calmly, relaxing as he realized that he now had his target with him in a locked room. He smirked when the nurse frowned noticeably, her hands quickly smoothing over where she mussed the material.
“Look what you made me do, Amon! I almost damaged my puppet,” the nurse yelped, hurriedly straightening any imperfections that had developed over the course of the battle thus far.
Amon stared coldly, watching only because he had to keep his eyes on both of them. He impatiently sighed, growing very weary of the nurse’s inane attention to infinitesimal details.
“Could we, you know, attempt to continue this?” Amon finally snapped, slamming his fist against the wall for added effect.
“You’re in a hurry to die, then,” the nurse laughed, pushing a strand of hair off of Robin’s pale face, “Since that’s all that’s going to happen once we resume the battle. But I want to go home anyway, so sure, let’s continue.” Robin grinned sadistically, green eyes flashing with flames of determination as the true fires sprung into place around her hunting partner.
Amon quickly blocked all incoming attacks with his arm while his mind was frantically searching for any frame of reference. Only a few seconds into the dodging, he realized that the nurse had a definite advantage. A second set of eyes to corner him with and a second body to attack with.
“I suppose while I have Robin attacking you, I can introduce myself a bit more thoroughly,” the nurse cooed, snapping her fingers angrily when Amon didn’t look over at her, “My name is Morganna. As you can tell, I am a complete master of telepathy. In reality, I’ve quite improved on what my master knew and taught me.” She laughed as she finger combed her short brown hair lightly.
“Morganna, I don’t care how much you’ve mastered,” Amon growled, hissing when a wisp of a flame managed to pass through his Orbo protection, “I’d just like for you to shut up.”
“That isn’t very nice at all, Amon. You really ought to listen to every word that I have to say. I’m a very high ranking official in the witch hierarchy. In fact, I’m just a few steps down from the boss so I know quite a bit of potentially useful information. But, if you don’t want me to talk, I’ll just increase the power of Robin’s attacks,” Morganna stated casually, flinging herself into a chair. She draped her legs over the arm of the chair, propping her head up on a loosely curled fist.
Before Amon had a chance to even blink, searing flames enveloped him. Pale tendrils of fire stabbed at his shield, scalding his flesh where they snaked through. He hissed, forcing himself not to pay attention to the rather minor burns, and channeled all of his concentration into fending off the brutal attack.
Just as suddenly as the fires arose, they dropped back. Robin was panting, her porcelain face covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. Blood was oozing out from her wounds, twisting macabre paths down her pale limbs.
“I thought for sure that you’d be dead. That was quite the assault that little Robin provided me with. Still, with her unconscious, I can’t quite access the pinnacle of her powers but I’m very close. But you probably knew that,” Morganna giggled, sighing when her brown eyes finally spotted the vivid crimson rivulets on Robin’s limbs. She briefly closed her dark brown eyes, her entire body relaxing as her breathing nearly stopped. Robin seemed to enter the trance with her, all remaining light fading from her already glazed green eyes.
“What are you doing to Robin?” Amon asked coldly, watching as the blood flow slowed and then stopped completely. Morganna’s eyes fluttered open as her lips curled into a slight grin.
“Probably saving her life,” Morganna muttered, massaging her temples with her index fingers, “Her wounds re-opened. I closed them with a carefully applied bit of energy. It shouldn’t happen again.”
“I suppose I should thank you then,” Amon said edgily, truthfully happy that Robin’s wounds would open again even though his enemy fixed her. Morganna rolled her eyes and laughed icily. She adjusted herself in the chair so she could see Amon better, hanging her head upside down.
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for me. I need my puppet and I need Robin to be as healthy as possible for when I hand her over to the boss. Saving her to be your friend was the furthest thing from my mind,” Morganna stated bluntly, her grin growing wider when Amon glared, “I’m sorry. Is ‘friend’ the wrong term for what Robin is to you? It must be a very recent development for the network not to have taken notice of it.”
“Robin is my hunting partner and a friend. That is it,” Amon snapped, his deep voice echoing loudly off of the shadowed walls.
“Sure, whatever you say, Amon. I believe you completely,” Morganna said sarcastically, flipping around so she sat up properly. Her eyes grew even darker, her mind surging with the power that was needed to propel Robin back into motion.
Blurring with speed, Robin jumped up into the air. She somersaulted over Amon and stabbed white-hot solid fire into his rather unprotected back. Almost completely dazed from the sheer pain, Amon collapsed to his knees. His hands mindlessly felt along his back and wandered into the newly spilt blood coursing from the wounds.
Amon tried to stand up but every movement took every ounce of effort that he could manage. Robin walked around to stand in front of her hunting partner, lightly patting his dark locks before sashaying over to her master.
“What should we do with him, Robin?” Morganna asked softly, winding the soft blonde strands of the craft user’s hair around her fingers. Of course, Robin didn’t answer but, instead, just smiled blankly.
“I’m still alive here!” Amon yelled as he regained control over his mind and pushed any thought of the extreme pain out of the way. His hands were clean once again, his blood wiped off on his heavy black clothes. Amon rushed forward, his fingers outstretched to coil around Morganna’s slender neck.
He leapt around Robin, relishing in the sight of pure terror that filled Morganna’s chocolate hued eyes. Amon reached her before she could even manage a single thought of siccing Robin on him.
“You are going to die!” Amon roared; his fingers were wound tightly around Morganna’s neck as he bashed her head against the wall. Very quickly, crimson began to spread across the shadowed paint.
“Let go of my body!” Robin screamed, clawing at Amon’s hands and arms with a fierce insistence. Her fingernails tore up his flesh and exposed long strips of tender, raw skin. As if stunned by the sudden reappearance of Robin’s voice, Amon quickly let go of his opponent’s bruised and battered neck.
“Amon, I really think that you should think about getting into several anger management classes,” Morganna hissed, massaging her brutalized flesh, “You could have seriously hurt me.” Robin hooked her arms around Amon and violently dragged him backwards, her strength extremely above what it should have been.
“I was trying to hurt you,” Amon snarled, prying Robin’s fingers away from him, “I was trying to kill you, if you weren’t listening to what I was saying.”
“I know what you were attempting. But, Amon, you must realize that I have Robin to protect me; even if you kill me, I can take refuge in Robin’s body. I know you wouldn’t kill Robin but, if you did, I could always just go into someone else,” Morganna explained condescendingly, tracing random patterns in the air with her free hand, “Then, if you kill that person, I’d go to someone else. And on and on…basically, to make things short, to defeat me, you’d have to kill many people”
“I’m not afraid of killing,” Amon said darkly, his fingers winding into tight fists with pure rage, “Even if they are innocent humans that I’m sworn to protect. Those few deaths would save millions of others.”
“Oh, Amon, you simply don’t get what I’m trying to say. You’d have to slaughter everyone in Tokyo, everyone in Japan, everyone in Asia, probably everyone in the entire world; I can transmit my consciousness anywhere I want to be,” Morganna continued, her voice growing even more patronizing with every syllable, “Are you really up to ‘killing’ me? Think about it, hunter boy! The blood of the world would have to stain your hands before you could have a glimmer of hope of watching me die!”