Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin? *laughs* Of course I don’t own it. I’d be rich if I did. ^_^
Kitsune: Puff, let go of me before I am forced to remove you with a knife.
Puff: *clinging to Kitsune* You wouldn’t dare.
Kitsune: Amon, hand me that knife.
Amon: *happily hands over knife*
Puff: It wouldn’t do anything anyway…
Kitsune: But it’s the pleasure of watching you bleed that counts for me.
Puff: Oh, okay then. *clings tighter* Try to not cut yourself in the process.
Pre-Chapter Note: I’m sure you understand but whenever I refer to Robin, (Unless I state otherwise) I’m referring to Robin’s possessed body. That’s in effect until this whole fiasco ends. ^_^ I’ll probably remind you of this next chapter.
Chapter 33: The Worst Trick
Amon bolted from his chair, sending the piece of molded plastic across the floor and straight into the wall. He kept the Orbo gun leveled at Robin’s body, his hands shaking slightly as he thought about having to shoot his hunting partner.
“I don’t think you quite got what I was trying to explain,” Robin sighed, dramatically throwing her hand to her forehead, “This is Robin’s body. Anything that you do it, you do to her. If you kill it, you kill her. Do you really want to take that chance?” Robin hopped off the bed and hurried over to a closet set back in the wall. She fiddled with the doors, quickly opening them to reveal a few dresses.
“I sure am glad that I left these here. I was taking the chance that you would visit as soon as possible,” Robin explained, pulling a dress off of its shimmering wire hanger, “It wouldn’t be very lady-like to kill you in a ever-so revealing hospital gown. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get dressed and come back to kill you.” She ducked into the bathroom, locking the door the second it clicked into its frame.
The hunter stared at the place where Robin had just stood, his whole mind slipping into shock over the sheer amount of information he had to process. Amon stumbled backwards and slumped against the shadowed wall, nearly dropping the Orbo gun as he pressed his hands against his head. He pushed his dark hair off of his face, forcing himself to calm down and just accept things as they were.
“Does this dress make me look fat?” Robin questioned, stepping out of the bathroom. She wore a very short black dress with short-belled sleeves all made from sparkling velvet. Black high heels were tied on with silver ribbons lacing up to her knees. Somehow, the dress was cut in such a way that it completely covered all her wounds but it was obvious that much of the heavy bandaging had been removed.
It was all Amon could do to not choke; he simply stared, in complete shock over how Robin’s body had been dressed by her possessor. He shook his head mindlessly at her question, amazed at the form-fitting nature of the dress.
“That’s good. Now you have to die,” Robin said sweetly, sauntering over to where Amon stood in shock. He barely had time to dodge when Robin lunged at him, a slender needle clutched in her delicate hand. The metal point missed his exposed neck by a fraction of an inch, a clear liquid splattering against the wall behind him.
“I refuse to injure Robin, but that doesn’t mean I won’t restrain her,” Amon growled, wrapping his arms around Robin’s body in her moment of disorientation. She struggled and clawed at his arms but her nails couldn’t reach through his thick coat. Whimpers escaped the craft user’s throat as she went limp in Amon’s grasp, closing her emerald eyes in a sign of defeat.
“It hurts, Amon, it hurts. Please, let me go,” Robin whispered, her voice pain-laced as she stared into his near-black eyes, “I can only hold her off for a second. Please, help me, Amon.” The hunter let go of the craft user, almost sure that Robin was back in control of her body.
Robin stumbled when Amon released her, wrapping her hands around the lowered bed rails to support herself. For a moment she stood perfectly still, even her breathing slowed to nonexistent.
“Amon, I cannot believe that you fell for that little trick!” Robin exclaimed, immediately back on her feet, “Did you really think that my control would have slipped enough to let a little unconscious girl regain control over her body? You must really be dense if you did. Either that, or you have certain emotional ties that are forcing you to believe that.”
“That was low,” Amon growled, his finger twitching on the trigger of the gun he knew he couldn’t fire.
“Not really. I think taking over Robin’s body was a little worse, but this is my craft. It’s nice, not to have to fight your opponent yourself,” Robin said calmly, holding her hands up to the lights.
“It’s sickening, the way you just use people for your twisted purposes. You have no honor,” Amon snapped back, placing the Orbo gun back into its holster. He narrowed his eyes when Robin giggled darkly, pushing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
“I have to agree with you; I don’t have any honor. But, then again, neither do you. Amon, you hunt witches for a living. Capture them, for who knows what purpose,” Robin taunted as she slowly paced in front of Amon, “I think Sela had a point, when she said that you denied half of your heritage. That’s the worst of your dishonor. You shame yourself, every time you hunt a witch. You could be shooting at an aunt, an uncle, a sibling.”
“That’s true. I could be hunting family. But if they’re endangering humans, they deserve to be shot,” Amon retorted, his charcoal eyes blank. He leaned back against the wall, meticulously watching Robin’s every single move. She stopped in front of him and blinked long eyelashes over her subdued green eyes. Her hands rested on her hips as she leaned more towards Amon.
“That’s a reason I have to kill you. You’re endangering witches. Of course, the boss also wants Robin and Javan; you’re a real nuisance when it comes to that goal,” Robin teased, returning to her slow walking pace.
Amon watched Robin, the ticking of the clock becoming overbearing as the minutes elapsed. Just when the hunter was about to snap, the gentle creaking of the door cut through the room. Amon’s eyes instantaneously shot towards the door, zeroing in on the nurse who had gotten him information about Robin earlier.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, her brown eyes wide with shock.
“There’s no time to explain. I need you to go call security!” Amon yelled, gesturing for her to leave the room as fast as she could. She stared at him with a glazed look to her, as if her comprehension had slipped from her grasp.
“I can’t have anyone interfering here,” Robin sighed, walking over to where the nurse stood shell-shocked and violently shoving her into a chair. Robin locked the door, twisting the lock so hard that something snapped. A tiny piece of metal shot across the floor, lightly clicking against the tiling.
“Oh, it looks like I’ve broken the lock. I guess we all have to stay in here now,” Robin said with mock innocence, shrugging her shoulders, “I really ought to kill you now, Amon. I’ve got a nail appointment at noon today and I need some sleep desperately. The sooner I kill you, the sooner I can get to bed. Now I have to request that you be a good little hunter while I administer a very powerful and humane drug. It will knock you out and the second dose should kill you. I just have to find where I planted the bottle and needles.”
She rummaged through the drawers of the room, pulling out a small glass bottle with a clear liquid sloshing around. A pair of needles quickly followed. Robin carefully filled the needles, measuring the liquid out with practiced ease.
Just as Robin was about to pounce on Amon and stab him with a poison-filled needle, he dodged and yet again the liquid sprayed across the wall.
“That was very expensive,” Robin snapped, staring at the liquid as it traced patterns down the wall, “I guess I really am going to have to use Robin’s craft against you. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to but one has to do what one has to do.” She flung the other needle to the floor, putting all her weight on the tube until it shattered.
Flames began appearing around Amon as he frantically fended them off with his Orbo laced arm. The pendant around his neck seemed to proved only back up protection against the pure and unrestrained power that was being flung at him. As he dodged the searing flames, he noticed a pattern to Robin’s violent attacks.
He stood as close as he could get to the nurse without actually endangering her if he was wrong. Robin’s flames paused, her green eyes flashing angrily.
“Get away from her!” Robin screamed lividly, running forward to shove Amon away from the nurse, “Don’t ever go near her again!”
“Why not?” Amon asked simply, winding his fingers tightly around Robin’s upper arms so she would have to stay put.
“I just don’t want to get a human involved unnecessarily,” Robin hissed as she fought Amon’s hold, writhing ferociously. She only dared to send small warning flames, which were instantly dissipated by the Orbo.
“She’s already involved. You got her involved when you didn’t let her leave. Now tell me the truth or I break your arm,” Amon threatened, his almost black eyes frosting over with a thick icy glaze.
“You wouldn’t dare to hurt Robin’s body,” Robin whispered, smiling softly.
“I think Robin would rather have to suffer the pain of a broken arm than suffer with you witches,” Amon stated, tightening his grip on Robin’s arm, “ Now tell me the real reason you don’t want me near that nurse.”
“Okay. Just let go. I can’t have Robin’s body damaged even more than it is when I deliver her to the boss,” Robin said pithily, waiting to continue until after Amon let her go, “I don’t think I should tell you now, Amon.” She skipped off, spinning so that the hem of her dress flared out slightly. Amon slowly pulled his gun from its holster, aiming it at the nurse’s head.
“At this range, the bullet will penetrate her skull,” Amon elucidated sharply, curling his finger around the trigger so he could pull it at the drop of a hat.
“No it won’t,” the nurse said softly, standing up to walk over to where Robin stood, “My energy field would instantly repel an Orbo bullet. Amon, I am Robin’s puppet master. She dances on my strings.” She ran the back of her hand over Robin’s face, lightly touching at the few scratches on her face.