Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ Hidden from View ( Chapter 5 )

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

The main room of the STN was silent in the grip of the lateness of the evening time, except for three people that were gathered in the faint light of the main area of the STN building.

Amon was standing beside Michael, as the lad rattled on the computer keyboard at a blistering pace. Karasuma was sitting in a chair just off to the side, watching the goings on with great interest. All were waiting on the work of the young man’s computer skills.

Michael looked at the screen, and give a small sound of curiosity at what he saw. He leaned back in his chair, as a screen came up.
“This message from SOLOMON said it has identified the witch you took down as one Ramaldi Belochini.”
“ Belochini?” Said Amon, with a snuff. “ That name rings a bell for me... the name...”
“ He’s on the top ten list of wanted Witches that’s why...” Said the lad, reading the information that was on the screen. “ He’s a hired killer... his speciality is killing other Witches... and Hunters as well.” The lad continued. “ He was a SOLOMON hunter years ago, but then he killed his partner and another hunter back in his homeland of Greece when his powers were not just craft oriented... but were identified as being one’s that was a witch’s. He ducked out of sight after that.”
“ You mean he’s a Hunter Assassin?” Asked Karasuma, after hearing the information.

The lad turned to the lady and nodded, his face showing no expression.
“ His Method of Operation is to reappears to do a job and then he will just simply vanish again.” The computer whiz added. “ He is already linked to eight deaths, and including the hunter that was assigned to kill him.. But he is suspected in over thirty more as well.”
“ SOLOMON must be happy that he was taken out then.” Said Amon, his voice flat and somber in nature.

The lad nodded in answer to the tall Hunter.
“ Indeed they are.” He said. “ I read your report on the matter, along with Miss Karasuma’s...” He paused. “Was there really another witch that helped you?”
“ There was.” Amon replied stiffly.
“ By how it was explained... it sounded like you two were describing Robin’s powers!” Observed the lad. “ You know I’m right... it sounded like Robin was alive and right there with you all.”
“ That is what I thought too.” Said the brown haired woman from her seat. “ It really did make me think for a moment, that if I had looked over... Robin would be standing right there.”
“ That is impossible... unless it was another witch has the exact same powers.” Speculated the lad after a moment of thought. “ There is no other witch left in the SOLOMON files with the power of Pyrokinisis... the only one was that young girl that Robin and Amon took down many months ago.” The lad paused. “ here could be a chance that another has had a awakening, and has the powers of the flame?”

Amon just snuffed and nodded, but he did not comment on the lad’s thoughts. He looked at the screen in front of the youth, and stared at the picture of the witch he had taken down that day.
“ If this Belochini was in Tokyo to kill, who was the target that actually ended up taking him down?” He asked aloud, then he paused. “ If he was targeting someone under orders, and he is now dead... there might be the likelihood that more fucking assassins will come to finish the job he had so failed at. People who hire these types of people do not like it when the killer fucks up the hit.”

Michael and Karasuma just looked at one another, after Amon had said his thoughts. They were both in silent agreement with the man. They knew that just might be more than just pure conjecture on the Amon’s part. The truth was looming right there in front of them, that was a real concern.

The room fell oddly silent for many minutes, as each of the people were thinking on the possibilities that were coming out of their searches but the discussions on them had all but stopped. There was no need for the discussions to continue right then and there, yet the thoughts on it continued.

Karasuma soon just left for home, as her eyes seemed to be wanting to be closed rather than open and working. She left, giving a tired waive, and left for home.
“ Good night.” She groaned, her voice level accenting the deepness of the lady’s fatigue. “ I’ll see you all in the morning.”

Amon just did the same soon after the woman’s departure, leaving without a salutation to the lad, who lived right there at the office. He seemed to be deep in thought as he left, and his mind was filled with more than just the case they had been working on. Robin was still right there as well

Now alone, the young whiz kid kept on doing his work. He was grateful for the solitude the time gave him, but the discoveries and the speculations were swirling around in his head for the longest of times.

It was nearing one o’clock when Amon got to his apartment, which was only twenty minutes from the office. Bedraggled and very dusty from the day, he entered his home. He did not even react when a waving to a neighbor that had waved to him. He just wanted the quietness that only his home could give him.

Inside the modest one bedroom place, the tall man stood inside the door and looked around at his place. He had always preferred to be a loner, and his home reflected that very well with the fact that he had no personal pictures or knickknacks, anywhere. Right now though, his feelings were different than what they usually were. His normal sanctuary now was feeling too dead and empty even for himself.

His mind was on one thing only, the pretty tawny blond haired crafter. He was still pondering if the battle he had been apart of that day, the unknown figure might have been Robin. Was it the girl, or another person with the same powers? That was the question that was the largest in his mind, but this was a question without an answer.

He scoffed, telling himself that was just simply impossible for Robin to be alive. The girl was dead. He felt a deep sadness come over him with that thought, like a heavy weight attached to his shoulders. There was still a part of him that wanted to believe she had been at that battle and was alive... he truly want to believe that she was not gone. All of these emotions were new to him, and that what was so hard to gain a grasp on, love.

Love, was a emotion Amon had never really felt ever, but he had came to the conclusion that he was feeling it now, and he had a hard time to even express it even to himself. He had worked with the girl quite a while, and always harbored that secret deep with in himself. He had not even admitted it to himself, but he found that after her death, his feelings were no longer something he could stuff away deep inside of himself. Even with the large amounts of alcohol he has consumed over the months that has passed, could not fully numb her thought out of his system. It was there in all of it’s glory, and not moving one inch.

He snuffed and shook his mane of long locks, trying to literally dislodge all of his minds pondering right out of his mind, as it was all driving him crazy. He had to stop it, he had told himself many times over the months... but that was not working at all. Nothing was working for the Hunter. Robin was right there, fueled by his own heart.

He poured himself a generous drink of American whiskey that he had left out on the counter, and lit a smoke. He bypassed the bottle of coke that he had set out to be used as mix, and turned with his glass and lit cigarette. He looked at the drink, and found himself sort of unhappy with even that.

Sitting down at the small kitchen table, he just sat in the silence and dimness of his home, trying to quiet down all of the thoughts that rattled through his mind. The apartment seemed to be like a empty warehouse, as the vastness of the silence was very overwhelming, his thoughts were just adding to it. This use to be his place to hide, but now he found that there was no place to hide from his feelings.

After a long time brooding over his drink, the phone that was hanging on the wall began to ring. Amon never made a move to answer it, just wanting to have who ever it was just to leave him alone. The ring persisted, already it had hit twenty or more rings, it kept on going much to his displeasure.

He growled low in the back of his throat, as it was clear that the person phoning him was not going to stop until he answered it. He stood up, downing the glass of whiskey with one deep pull. He stormed over to the ringing phone, muttering a varied string of profanities at it as he stomped over

Amon picked up the receiver, going to give who ever it was a tongue lashing.
“ Who the fuck is it!” He growled
“ Little brother... nice phone etiquette there....” Said the voice in the other end.
“ Nagira?” He asked, surprised at who it was. He was struck with a overwhelming suspicion of his brother phoning him up after soo long. “ What in the fuck do you want?”

Nagira’s voice was now chuckling away like mad, as he heard the tightness of Amon’s voice.
“ Cant a guy call up his little brother once in a while?” Nagira asked with a snuff. “ C’mon, cant we?”
“ I can only speculate why you are actually phoning me like this...” Said Amon, his mood grim and brooding coming through. “ Just get on with it, and tell me why you have phoned me then get lost.”
“ It is rather important what I have to say... or rather to ask., so I’ll just come out with it and...” Said the man, being diplomatic to Amon.
“ Then stop all of this shit and tell me something other than us having this phony friendly conversation.

The voice on the other end paused for a moment, dead air ruled for those seconds. Amon waited on his end as patiently as he could, but was beginning to get more irked as he waited on his brother.
“ I was just making sure you are home, Amon ol’boy.” The smooth talking man said, finally breaking the silence.
“ Again, I am forced to ask just why would you need to know that?” Amon said, getting more upset with it all.
“ I’ll just say that I need to come over right away, and I needed to know if your home.” Explained the man, cryptically.
“ And if I say that you are not wanted here, would that make you stop your sudden obsessive need to come over to my place right now?” Sarcastically asked Amon, gritting his teeth.
“ Listen there, Amon...” Said the man on the other end of the phone, his voice suddenly changing to a more serious tone than before, his diplomacy leaving. “ This is really important that I come over there, and I need you just to stay right there.” Nagira said with a insistence that was hard to ignore... the man’s voce was holding a tone that had something different to it... and Amon could hear it. “ I will be there in about a half hour. My question still stands, Nagira, are you going to just stay put?”

Amon just was frustrated with his brother, and more than angered. He was just feeling like being alone at that time, and not wanting to see even a hint of his half brother at this time. He weighed the question posed by the man, but he started to think on the man’s curious change in his inflection. Knowing his brother like he does, he saw that the way the man was being so insistent, was not normal.

He thought it through, and something inside of him knew that this was not the time to push the man away.
“ Very well then, I will stay right here.” Surrendered the tall Hunter, as he knew that his brother would not let it go any time soon.
“ Like I said, bro... see ya in about half a hour.” The man said, then the line went dead.

Amon returned to the small table, and lit another smoke right after he put out the finished one in a small ashtray. He took a seat and just waited. He brooded that what ever his brother was up to... it had to be important, or else.
“ What the fuck is he up to?” He asked himself, taking a slug of his drink.

With Nagira, he knew that he would not be able to guess what this was all about