Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ There is no where else to hide ( Chapter 7 )

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

Robin opened her eyes to darkness with a start. The room the she was in was noiseless and eerily still, as she reminded herself where she was at the moment. She sat herself up in the bed and looked around the room, not really knowing what had brought her out of sleep like this.

The girl shivered a little, as the room was cooler than what she usually liked. She pulled the sheet up around her bared torso, as she peered through the dim light trying to figure out just what had woken her. She saw and heard nothing that would have interrupted her sleep like this, so she laid herself back down and cuddled back into the soothing warmth of the blankets to return to sleep.

Minutes later, a loud noise suddenly broke, sounding almost like a high pitched whine of a machine, only very different. Amon’s voice could be heard shouting loudly, coming from outside the closed door, but it was incomprehensible to what he was yelling about. She could hear the inflection of the man’s shouts, which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up... something was definitely going on.

Robin leapt from the bed, clutching the comforter around her naked form in one smooth motion. Swiftly, she raced to the door, stopping for a split second to don her glasses she had plucked out of her dress where it hung on the back of the closed door. She flung the door open, and ran headlong into the small hallway, not even knowing just what was she was going to find there.

The young girl hurried out into the front room in time to see Amon literally flying across the room in mid-air. She watched in horror as the man crashed to the ground as he had been thrown there by some unseen force. The long maned man was sprawled out on the hardwood floor, his ORBO gun had been ripped out of his hand by the sheer force he had hit the floor with and fell a few feet away.

The girl spotted something out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head quickly, she saw a strange man dressed in a wrinkled suit standing just inside the doorway to the apartment. The door had been broken right off its hinges and laying their like a discarded piece of driftwood amongst the shards of wood splinters from the doorjamb that were strewn across the floor. The intruder’s dark colored eyes were staring down at the fallen man, a sparkling light encircled him with a pulsing glow that seemed to be brighter than sunlight.
“ Where is the girl, gnat!!” The man spat venomously in a low tone, as the boxer clad hunter layed sprawled on the floor. “ Where is that young witch bitch? I know you have her here... and that she is alive”
“ Fuck you!!” Replied the Amon still laying there, defiant as he struggled to his knees.
“ Your life is worth nothing...” Said the strange man back, with a cackling laugh.
The Witch’s light was getting brighter by the moment, as Amon struggled to get up from his knees. He had already retrieved his gun from where it had landed, and was clutching in his hand as he got to his feet. The witch laughed with a evil cackle again, and Amon was thrown again up and into the air.

The Witch’s power tossed him across the room, like a doll that a unruly child had thrown in a temper tantrum. The Hunter slam into a large bookcase that sat at the end of the room with a loud crash. Amon grunted as he hit hard, then he just seemed to hang there before crashing to the floor. Amon did not make a effort to get back up this time, but just laid there unmoving face down on the hardwood covered in books that had been knocked out of the shelves. Robin was beside herself, not knowing whether or not Amon was still alive or not.

The witch suddenly stopped his attack and whirled around to where the comforter clad girl was standing,. It was obvious that the man had sensed that Robin was there. In that split moment as this person swung around to face her, Robin just knew what she had to do to save herself and Amon.

The man’s stare fixed on the girl wrapped in the bedcovers, just as his body became suddenly alive with a flash of flames all over his arms and chest. The Witch screamed in pain, as the flames started to lick hungrily at his clothes and the flesh under them. The flames grew larger as they were being fueled by his disheveled clothes and his jerking movements as he tried to put them out. He was pillar of flames on two legs.
“ You must die, little bitch..” He spat, despite the flames.

Getting ready to fire another attack on the man, Robin suddenly felt herself being lifted off of her feet. The man’s power felt so immense as it crushed her body like a vice, squeezing her like she was a bug. Once in the air, the Witch willed his power to slam her hard into a nearby wall as if she weighed nothing. Over and over again, she was slammed up against the wall, each time it knocked more of the breath out of her lungs, the back of her head bouncing off the wall with equal force.

The power let go of the girl for a moment for some reason, and Robin started to slide down the wall as the room spun in her mind and lights of pain sparkled in her head. Somehow, she caught herself and landed on her feet. Robin quickly steadied herself somehow, amazingly she had kept the comforter still around herself all of this. She fought the effects of the battering she took when she had been slammed against the wall, knowing that if she went out, both her and Amon would be dead.

A flash of a flame lit up her emerald eyes, and the witch was quickly fully engulfed in a ball of yellow fire that was so intense, the heat wave blew out the windows in the apartment. The man surprisingly staggered forward, his entire body now one with the flames as he screamed a piercing inhuman scream of agony. The stench of burning flesh became overwhelming in the air, as the young girl watched this man trying to move towards her. With pain throughout her body, Robin set herself again to use her powers, amazed that this witch had not gone down yet.

Two gunshots rang out through the smoke filled room, and the burning man stopped dead in his tracks. The man teetered for a second, then he simply toppled to the floor with a loud thud. The man finally was not moving, as the flames flared and danced in the breeze made by the air conditioner still going... smoke began to drift around the room, but was not dissipating as yet. The fire had by now almost consumed the witches body, which had blackening the carpet all around the man’s charred remains.

The pain was now even more prevalent as she began to relax herself. Robin turned, and was relived to see that Amon had gotten up and taken the shots that finally succeeded in stopping the witch. The black haired man just looked at the girl for a moment, his eyes showing his great exhaustion. Robin give a small grin to the man, feeling happy that he seemed not to be too badly hurt in anyway from the attack.

Amon strode over to the kitchen area, his face had no hint of emotion on it. He returned a second or two later, with a red metal fire extinguisher in his hands. He moved swiftly passed the girl and began to put out the fire with the metal cannister, which still licked at the now charred body of the witch, before anything else had a chance to catch on fire from the flames that still were dancing.

After dosing the flames with the foam for a few moments, and assured that it was out... Amon finally looked at the girl and did smile.
“ The fire is out...” He calmly said. “ The witch is dead.”

Robin leaned back against the same wall that she had been thrown into by the witch, feeling her body’s energy had been all but sucked out by having to use her power. She closed her eyes ands took a long breath in, the back of her head and spine now was throbbing away from the many times she had impacted the wall. To quell the pain, the girl concentrated on her breathing for a moment, savoring the gulps of air she finally could take in as the pain was subsiding a little bit.
“ This is not normal, even for the STN-J.” She told herself, as she struggled to stop the pain that wracked her every breath..

Not even embarrassed at standing there in only his boxer shorts, Amon came over to where the girl was leaning up against the wall and looked at her. He put down the now empty extinguisher on the floor, and seemed to look at the girl with great concern. Robin looked up into the man’s face as he approached.
“ Robin...Are you hurt?” He asked cautiously, the tinge of his concern was in his voice.
“ I am so sore, but I seem to be alright.” Said the girl, still reeling from what had just happened.

She looked at the man, her green eyes were holding a touch of fear in them. He noticed that look that hun in the girl’s face, and he seemed to understand it.
“ We will get you looked over at the hospital later... just to be sure.” Amon said, his body showing that he was honestly relived to here that
“ Amon... What is going on?” Robin asked, as she struggled to piece all of this together in her mind.

Amon looked right into her green eyes and paused for a moment, as he seemed to be reading to explain.
“ That Witch burst right through the door and attacked me as I was sleeping.” He explained with a growl, pointing at the door on the floor. “ He battered down the door as was inside before I could get to my feet... I did get up in time, but not quickly enough to escape his first attack.”
“ He was yelling for me... and he said that he was going to kill me!” Said the girl, her voice wavering with each syllable she spoke. Robin looked at the man, as she face showed her fear. “ Amon... Tell me what is going on?”

The man looked at the girl, and could see the fear that she held was growing with her confusion. He knew right then, that he should have told her just what was going on when he had the chance to last night. He stared at the girl for long moments, chastising himself vehemently for not saying anything sooner.
“ I should have told you some of this by now.” He said with a sigh, as he reached for his communicator that still layed on a sidetable next to the sofa. “ As you have probably guessed, there is a little more that I know.
“ Then tell me now.. What in heaven’s name is going on?” The girl implored as she stood there draped in the now soot covered comforter.
“I’ll explain it all to you, but only after I contact the STN office to deal with the dead witch.” He said calmly.

The girl nodded, as she stared down at the blackened body that lay on the floor. She was feeling a little amazed at how much power she had used on the man, and also shocked at how he had fought through it until Amon finally shot him from behind. She did not know what was going on, but deep down she knew that something was up. After being attacked now twice, that was not in doubt.

Feeling fear was not something the young girl ever really showed normally, yet she did feel that there was this sense of a cold hand of gripping her from the inside. She also was very sure that right now, there was way more to this situation to come... more than what the man was telling her. She eyed Amon who was on the communicator to the STN-J offices, ever part of her wanting to find out what this all was.

Robin headed back to the room where she had been sleeping in, her modesty now wanting her to put something on, realizing that she was still wrapped up in only the bed cover she had stripped from the bed. She wanted to know just what was going on here, already knowing that she was being marked for death because of being the target of two witch separate attacks in one single night. She knew that she could be naive at times, but even that could never convince her that this was normal.

Amon finished his call, and saw that the girl had retreated back into his room to dress. He grabbed his own clothes where they lay in the recliner chair. He looked at the body again as he dressed, now convinced that there were more Assassins out there gunning for the pretty craft-user... and they were not about to stop at two being sent out to finish the job..

Amon fell grim faced as he thought on it, the evidence was now mounting that there was a price out on Robin’s life. Someone was out for Robin, and was willing to do anything at any cost. The question remaining was who was it that wanted the girl dead..