Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Of little things ❯ Heart Hurt ( Chapter 2 )

A beat up old car sits next to a nondescript large park in the dimming light of the day. A single lone figure sits in the driver side, not moving, except for the small dot of dancing light of a cigarette burning.

The figure was of Amon, sitting silently in the car he had bought after escaping the chaos of the Factory's demise. It would be not as recognizable as his more shiny on he had been driving. He seemed to be waiting for something, but he seemed to be vacantly staring into the darkness that surrounded the automobile, his own dark orbs matching the deepness of the night.

The man's mind thought back to earlier, his argument with the emerald eyes young girl. He spat a string of swears under his breath, directing all of them right at himself with authority.

" What in the fucking hell did I do?" He asked himself, remembering every one of his rabid words he shot out to the girl. Each one seemingly larger than the last, but all enormous. " Have I gone stone fuckin' mad?"

He remembered his own words, each one stinging him on the inside like a thousand needles at once. He should have not done that, for she had gone over and above what she should have done in nursing him as he lay there. His mind drifted into those memories easily, his consciousness seeing the images clearly.

He could see the young girl, hunched over him putting cold cloths on his burns and cuts for over a week after they had escaped the rubble of the factory, all the while she herself seemed to be also in great pain. Every move she made in dressing his wounds and cleaning them up many times a day, made her grimace with her own pain, yet she never complained once about doing it He had seen her wounds, and knew that they must have been painful.

When she talked to him when she was dressing his wounds, it was with a soft, comforting tone that seemed to sooth his pain throughout his body, but he could hear the girl's pain in the depths of each word she uttered. He also suspected that she did not sleep very much in all that time too, probably only lightly napping when ever he slipped off into his pain filled slumber. She never once complained, and now his own actions seemed selfish to him now.

His mind finally snapped back to the car, and to the present time. Grunting, he took a long drag off of his smoke, wondering how the young girl was after his ridiculous outburst. He looked out to the darkness again, wishing that his contact would get there soon. The night was getting too claustrophobic for his liking, and with them on the run like this, was not a good idea to be out like this anyway.

Making a decision, he would wait only ten more minutes. He needed to get back into hiding, and also he had a little thing called an apology to deliver to a certain young fire-user. He shook his head, as he hated seeing that he was wrong... but he was on this one.

Five minutes later, a tall thin man in a ball cap showed up and wasted no time in hopping into Amon's car. He looked over at the dark haired man and nodded, as she closed the door quickly behind himself.

" Your almost a half hour late there..." Amon said gruffly, his tone was all business.

" Gimme a break..." The man said with a slimy smile. " It takes some time to gather up this type of information, with all of the danger I had to go through." He winkled at the man, chuckling with a odd type of glee. " I hope you will pay me well for all of this, my balls were on the line all the way, ya know!"

Amon turned his head, and his cold dark eyes seemed to pierce into the man gaze, stopping the chuckle dead in the man's chest.

" Just tell me what I need to know." Amon said, not wanting all of this from the man.

The man in the ball cap cleared his throat, as the much larger man was staring him down with a unblinking look.

" There are no Hunters in the city as of now..." He said, hurrying his words as the man seemed to not want any part of humor.

" Of now?" Questioned the broad shoulder man with a sharp tongue. " Listen kid, spit it out already!"

The informant nodded, seeing the aggravation in the man's eyes at him.

" My contacts have found out that there is a hunter on his way here.. But he is covertly going to slip into the country in the next few weeks." The man said, shrinking back in the seat a little under the cold stare of the much larger man. " Two at the most."

Amon grunted at the information, his mind taking in each word but wanting the man not to play word games like this.

" You mean he is going to come in a few weeks... or he would be here by two weeks from now?"

" That was not quite clear, by my info, it was just said to me like that." The man said. " All I know is that."

" Is the STN-J in on this too, or is it just the group that was funding Zaizen's twisted plans?"

" It does not appear that the STN-J is in any way connected to this hunter, or to being involved." The man said. " It is only clear that the Hunter is not from SOLOMON, or at least that is the scoop."

" I don't think you have even a name for this hunter... do you?" Growled the man, his eyes locked on to the ball-capped man.

The man answered with a shake of his head. Amon just rubbed his jaw as he contemplated what he had been told. The man just looked at him, waiting, seemingly just wanting nothing better than to get the hell out of there as fast as he could have..

Amon puled a large wad of money out of his coat and calmly handed it over to the informant. The man eyed the money he was being given, a twinkle of greed flashed through his hazel eyes.

As the man took it, Amon reached out with lightning speed to grab the man's coat collar and pulled him roughly towards him. He sat there, coldly staring into the shocked man's face, his nose only a few centimeters away from his informant.

" There is more of that where that came from... provided that you come up with more on who this hunter is, and when he is going to arrive."

" That might be harder than what it seems it would be..." Said the man, sweat flowing down his face.

" You do.. Or else you'll have to face me!" Amon said, a uncomfortable calmness in his words. " Trust me, the killers in the walled city would have more compassion for you than I will have!"

The informant gulped loudly, as the man called simply Amon stared into his face without a single blink as his dark eyes seemed to burrow into his. He nodded his head rapidly, as a cold chill crept up his spine.

" Sure, sure... anything." The informant said with a half smile. " I'll contact you in a couple of days... You'll see!"

Amon shook his head, as he ground his teeth.

" Tomorrow night, right here at the same time!" Said the long dark haired man, shaking the lighter man with ease. " Be here again... With every piece of information you can dredge up. Got that?"

" Sure, man... Tomorrow..." The Informant said, his voice quivering a little as he could not help stare right into the man's face. He could feel the emotionlessness of the man's words, telling him not to take his threat lightly.

Amon let him go with a push, and cooly fixed his coat on his shoulders. The man just took a breath and stepped out of the car, hurriedly slamming the door behind himself in the process. In an instant, the man quickly had disappeared into the gloom of night as fast as he could have.

Amon just straightened in his seat, and turned on the car, fed up with it all. He drove off, his mind filled with the information that he had, and the thoughts about the young girl that waited for him back at the hotel.

He snuffed and decided just to go have a few drinks first before returning to the tawny girl, his mind not wanting to think on anything else for awhile. He just did not know just what to do with the guilt he was feeling.

Back at the hotel, Robin was still awake as the clock on the sidetable was coming up to midnight. It had nearly been thirteen hours since the man had stormed out of the room, and she had heard less than nothing from him. Even though Amon was a full grown man and all, Robin was still getting worried. The man usually got back within a few hours, but today wasa the exception to that.

The girl had decided to just slip into bed while she waited for the man to return. She had taken off he clothes and tucked herself into bed, the television was the only source light in the room.

She layed there, the covers tucked under her chin to shield her now naked body from the chill of the room. She was wishing the man would come back soon., as his words had literally had been bouncing around in her head all of this time. Robin just wished to apologize to the man, and hopefully he would accept her words. She was still not too sure exactly what she had done, but deep down, she just wanted things to become better. Since the fall of the Factory, nothing for them was right.

The young teen felt herself getting strangely sleepy al of a sudden, her mind feeling wearied from the waves of emotions that constantly flew through her mind over the hours. Fear, guilt and the odd sensation of yearning took their turn on her for the hours of solitude she had endured today. Each one, made her think on it all until the next emotion made it's presence known. Now, they had sapped her strength.

Robin thought about the man, and not just wanted him to be here. She felt a longing for him to simply hold her. He had never yelled at her like that ever, yet that was just what she was feeling. She felt a tear flow down her smooth cheek, as she thought about the man. All she wanted to do was to see the man here again, as the fear that she had was that he would not come back was right there for her.

Confused with all of this going on in her head, she just made herself concentrated on whatever was on the television so her mind would not continue to race like this. She just wanted to have a bit of a break from all of this. She did not understand her feelings she was having right now anyway.

Without her really noticing, she slipped into sleep as her mind was still jumbled with thoughts about the tall man.