Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ An abrupt meeting ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Amon sped his car down a long stretch of highway, his mind racing on at a mile a minute. He was heading to the Sato residence, his heart racing with the prospect of actually seeing Robin again. He did question himself for doing this on the spur of the moment, but he just passed it off as being crazy.

As he neared the turn off to head into that part of the city where the address was located, he suddenly had a stopping thought. His mind reminded him that if this really was Robin, would she really want to see him. If she had survived the collapse of the Factory’s building, she never took steps to contact Headquarters in the six months that she has been missing.

The word was, when he had returned to work after the two months or so, that her body had never been found in the rubble of the Factory when they searched it. Now that if it was her alive, but not wanting to contact anyone, created a dilemma of a large per portion. If that was, she had a good reason to not want to be known as alive... the hunt that SOLOMON had on her was one very good reason to be known as deceased.

He knew, no matter how much he wanted to see her, and the fact that he wanted to tell her what was in his heart, could he force that all on her and make her thing that SOLOMON was still on her tail? Two sides of himself were competing to answer just that, and nether one was winning..

He soon just came to a compromise with himself. He would just drive by the house, see if that SUV was there, then perhaps just leave it for the time being. He grunted to himself, noting that sounded way more reasonable until he thought this out more. It was the only thing logical to him at this point of time, considering that he already had taken steps to find out if it was the girl.

The large house did have the SUV that was parked in the drive way, but looking past the vehicle it came clear that no one was at home. There were no light or a hint of movement he could see from where he hunkered in his car on the street. The place looked deserted in the lowering light of late afternoon.

The man got out, and crept unseen to the house. He peered into the windows, hoping to see something or even come across Robin herself. The house was still as a cemetery, still no sign of anyone inside. He waited for a few minutes more until he was satisfied, then left as he just reaffirmed to himself that no one was there.

He returned his car back on to the street, and hopped in. As Amon drove off and leaving the darkened house behind, he was sort of thankful that there had been no one home, as this gave him time to think through how he had handled all of this. He scoffed at himself as she did, now seeing how erratic he had been to day, putting it down as the after effects of the whack of drink he had the night before
Leaving the part of town and hitting the highway, Amon decided just to take a leisurely drive back to Headquarters, to clear his mind, now that he saw the folly he had been doing, and knew his co-workers probably thought he was going around the bend a little.
“ What in the hell was I thinking..” He chuckled to himself, noting that he was acting way more stranger than usual.

The long maned man took a drive around Tokyo’s east end, just driving for the simple pleasure of it. He had checked in with Michael, and knew that the Chief was running late, and that he could see him tomorrow. That was one thing off his mind, now he needed this other one to be resolved for his own sake.

He had turned on the police scanner he had, and listened into the goings on of the Tokyo police force as he drove. He usually listened in, as that was useful once in a while when on an hunt for a witch, although right now it was more out of pleasure to hear what was going on in the city’s seedier side.. It sounded like a very slow day, as the usual petty crimes were being called back and forth.

A report came across the radio after about twenty minutes, one that was really out of place. The call was on a report of a man exhibiting some really weird was going after a young girl in the city center area. He listened to the description, and it sounded like some Witch was using his powers to him..

Amon grabbed his communicator and radioed in to HQ.
“ There is a report on my police scanner that something is happening near the old library building on the east side of town?” He asked as soon as Michael was on the airwaves. “ By the polices confusion on how to report it in, makes me think of witch activity.”
“ I just got the report on line too.” Came back the lad. “ All this is happening just behind where the old library is... shall I call Miss Karasuma for you?”
“ Tell her to get there as fast as she could, I am closer and I will check the scene, see if it is a STN job.”
“Got it!” The lads voice said, as it disappeared from the airwaves.

Amon slammed his foot on to the gas petal, and sped off. His car shot off like a rocket down on to the nearest exit off of the highway, leaving behind the Sato residence and all of his conflicting thoughts for the time being. He welcomed the situation at the library as a respite from the thoughts that cluttered his brain. He turned on to a major roadway after that, and he sped off towards the library.

Once on the scene just behind the large building, he spotted a tall and very thin man in the alleyway. He was dressed oddly in a baggy purple suit and one very large hat, looking like something out of a old movie or something. The man whole body was aglow, as things that were on the ground were lifting and swirled around his body. He seemed to be really concentrating on something at the opposite end of the alley, and never saw when Amon had jump out of his car when he arrived.

Amon could see a figure in black, partiality crumpled to the ground at the farthest end of the alley, where it had came to a dead end. The figure was struggling to get to it’s feet, but seemed to be having some trouble in doing so. The dark haired Hunter pulled out his ORBO gun and smoothly went to one knee, as the oddly dressed man had his power fling the odds and ends around him from the alley surface at the fallen figure.

As Amon waited for the right moment to shoot, he saw a bright flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He looked over, and saw the objects the witch had used his powers on were disintegrating in a large fireball right in mid-air. Amon was shocked to see this, because he had never seen something like that since Robin use to do it in defense.
“Could it be... Robin?” He asked himself, but he could not see the figure past the flames.

The Witch suddenly had caught sight of Amon, who had hesitated when he saw the fireball. Objects farther away from the Witch rose, and the Hunter knew they were going to be directed at him now. He let loose a shot at the Witch, as he heard the familiar sounds of high heeled shoes behind him. He knew automatically that it must have been Karasuma arriving on the scene.

Amon’s shot missed by a hair breath of the man, and the Witch shouted at him incoherently as he realized where it had came from. The other objects that were poised in mid-air now were on their way right at the dark maned man. Amon tightened up for a leap for safety, but he suddenly never had to.

The Witch exploded into flames, engulfing him from head to toe in a blinding light. Blood curdling screams came from the Witch mouth, as the flames hungrily ate away at his clothes and flesh. He staggered, as the lifted objects fell to the ground, his power’s hold on the things were broken. He too one more step as the flames continued to eat at him, as the objects rose again. The Witch was not giving up, despite being fully in flames.

Both Karasuma and Amon fired two shots each into the man’s burning body, as the objects began to fly in their direction. The blazing body jerked, and then fell to the ground along with the levitated objects, the noise of everything echoed through the alley. With the flames still licking at the body, it was apparent to both of the hunters, this man was finally dead.

Amon smoothly rose to his feet, and looked down the alley to see just who the figure he saw, was. To his surprise, the figure was long gone without a trace. He took a step to where he had saw the person last, but still he could not see anyone still in the alley. He stepped further into the dead end, and could not really see the way out, other than climbing through a tightly planted together row of trees that lined a tall fence area.
“ Just what happened here?” Said the voice of Karasuma, breaking the man’s thoughts.
“ I was seeing if the person this witch was attacking was ok, but the person seems to have gotten away.” Said the man, putting his weapon back in its holster.
“ That person helped us out with the power of fire.” Said Karasuma, putting her own weapon away. “ Strange as if may seem for me to say...It was almost like Robin’s power that took care of that witch... but it can’t be...”

Amon just turned back to the other hunter, his eyes holding very uncharacteristic emotions for that moment.
“ I know It cant be her...” He said, his voice slow and plodding in it’s cadence. “ It just made me think...”
“ You were wishing that it really was though weren’t you?” The woman asked, knowing that it was what the man was thinking, just by reading his body signals.
“ I was!!” He said sharply, bowing his head. He looked up again, scanning the alley for any signs of whether or not it was the young craft user. He could not see any sign of his thought anywhere, as the back road was silent and still “ But... I know that is not possible...”

The brown haired woman joined the man, who was still searching the alleyway with his eyes. She looked as well, and saw that the alley was very empty now... except for the still flaming body of the witch on the ground
“ It could be an another witch with the power of fire, or another craft user too...” Speculated the woman. She looked at the man’s solemn face, as it was holding a deep disappointment on it’s stubbled surface. “ I would like it to have been Robin too, though for other reasons. But that is highly unlikely.”

The man took one last look, then he pulled his communicator from his trenchcoat’s pocket. He did not answer the woman’s voiced thoughts, except for giving her a long look from his dark eyes.
“ I’ll notify SOLOMON labs that we have a pick up of this body. They will have to identify the Witch for us.” He said, his face showing no outward signs of emotion once again. “ We then should head back to the office.”

Karasuma nodded, and waited for the man to finish his call. She looked at Amon, and sighed. She knew that he was still very much hurting over Robin, but she had never seen the man like this. Even though he has seemed to have come to grips with it more than the other night, she could still feel the pain he held.

With a sigh, she headed back to her car, knowing that he would follow in his own time. She knew, this was his cross to bare, but the death of Robin was hurting everyone over the last few months. She knew he would not come out and say what he has been thinking or feeling any time soon With that, she got into her vehicle.

From the darkness of the trees that were covering the farthest reaches of the fence at the end of the alley, a figure watched from coverage of leaves and shadows. The person that was shrouded there never moved from the camouflaged spot it occupied, but whoever it was seemingly intent on watching the goings on in the hidden area.

The figure watched the man and woman for the longest of times, until both had gotten into the vehicles and drove off, along with the large metal truck belonging to SOLOMON that had come to pick up what was left of the dead witch. All of this took twenty minutes to unfold, now everyone was gon, and the dead stillness came back into the alleyway..

It stayed there for awhile after, never moving out from it’s hiding place. The figure then finally slipped into the shadows of the falling evening, never straying into the light of the streets and followed back ways. Soon away from the library’s back area, the figure was soon swallowed up by the falling night’s darkness.