Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Amon's Angst ( Chapter 2 )

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

Chapter Two: Amon's Angst

A stoical and somber figure stood on the hill overlooking the destroyed factory, blending into the night. The wind whipping through his shaggy black hair like the thoughts whipping about his mind. He came here often, trying to get a feel of where she was. The wind slowed down, whispering his name, "Amon. Amon." The stars shone above, the chill seeping into his blood. The wind picked up again, this time he heard screams, the voice haunting his mind. "Amon!"

He turned suddenly, no longer able to bare looking at the prison of death. He walked away from his past, listening to the voice in his head, trying to soothe him, but he could not forget. He opened the car door and slid into the seat, sitting for a moment, staring into the night. He slipped the key into the ignition. The engine caught and he disappeared into the night; Driving into the city towards his apartment. The endless road was laid before his feet and he drove on. Looking in the rear view mirror he gasped. "Robin." Amon turned. She wasn't there. He was alone. He turned back and focused on the road, going through the automatic motions of driving. He pulled into the garage, stopped the car and got out. He walked to the elevator and pressed the up button.

He waited for the lift in silence, listening to the sounds around him. He got into the elevator and leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. Robin's face flashed through his mind. When the elevator stopped at his floor, Amon walked out towards his lonely apartment. He unlocked the door and went inside, throwing his keys on the table beside him. It was dark and empty, like his life. He walked into the bathroom, dropping one piece of clothing at a time until his hard body was naked and free. He turned the shower on and stepped under the hot, scolding water. The steam clouded his vision, the hot warmth of the water soaked his skin warming him on the outside. He stood there for what seemed like hours, until the liquid comfort turned cold and hostile. He turned the knobs to the off position and toweled his body dry. He walked from the bathroom and dropped onto the bed. His body tired and weary.

His watched the shadows dance across the ceiling. His eyes closed and his breathing evened out. The dreams would come.

"Robin! Hurry the building is going to collapse. We must go."

Robin looked around, her shoulders sagged. The cries of the witches surrounded her, filled her head.

"Miho, go. I'll get Robin. Run!"

"But Amon…"

"Go. Now."

Karasuma ran, she turned and looked back. Then kept going. Amon watched her run.

"Robin! Now!"

Robin turned and looked at him. Her eyes tired, the pain becoming unbearable. She brought her hands to her head. The hunted called to her. Their souls screamed death. Amon watched as the ceiling fell. He tried to reach her but they were separated.

"Robin!."

Amon began to try and move the rubble, willing her to use her powers and come through, to him. He heard her voice. Listening to her cry out in pain. He tried to get to her. It was no use.

"Amon. Go."

"Not without you. Robin." Amon could barely make out what she was saying. Heard her muttering a chant.

"Within in this time of epochs spent. I give you me, the blood of witches covenant."

Amon watched as she chanted over and over. The thundering of broken building collapsing around him. Her eyes were closed and her arms uplifted. He watched her move her lips, chanting. Suddenly the voices stopped and in him he felt something growing, awakening. Her eyes flashed fire and the barricade separating them was gone. He reached for her hand and felt her entwine her fingers in his as they ran. Robin's eyes flashing burning obstacles. They ran. He felt her fingers slip from his hand. He turned and she wasn't there. He stopped to look for her.

"Robin!"

There was no time. She wasn't there. Robin was gone.

Amon ran until he was outside. He watched on from a secluded area as he waited for her to come out. He saw Miho and Doujima sitting on a knoll. Michael and Sakaki were leaning against a Factory van. Nagira was standing on the hill watching the rest of the building collapse.

"Robin." Amon whispered.

Amon woke with a start, sweat dripping off his body, adrenaline running through his veins like ice. It was morning. He sat up and looked out the window. He threw the covers off him and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection. He turned the water on and splashes some cold water on his face. When he looked up he saw her in the mirror. Amon turned. She wasn't there.

"I'm tired. Going mad." he thought as he dried his face.

Amon walked into the bedroom and put on his usual attire of black. He made some coffee and headed to STN-J. Amon slowed to pull into STN-J's garage but decided to keep driving. His phone rang over and over. Michael was trying to get in touch. It was unusual for Amon to be late to work. The phone continued to ring. Amon sighed. He turned around and headed for STN-J.

Amon walked into the office and watched as everyone's heads turned towards him. Their faces revealed nothing. He looked at them and looked around, wondering what the emergency was. He had assumed that there was an emergency because of the amount of phone calls received from Michael.

"Michael?"

Michael didn't even bother to look up from the screen, "We have a new hunter."