Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 6

A odd sound suddenly came to Amon's ears through the mantle of his sleep. It was quite faint, yet somewhere in his half sleeping mind, he recognized that the sound did not belong in the old Textiles factory.

Amon shot fully awake and his eyes quickly scanned around where he had fallen asleep, on the crate near the wall. He did not know just what he had heard, but he knew something or someone might be there.

His eyes searched the gloom, which was being lit by the first rays of morning from the high windows overhead, his ears strained to see if he could pick up what ever he had heard again, or any other subtle thing that may give him a clue. From all of his alerted senses, he did not pick up just what it had been, and that made him nervous.

The man jumped off of the crate and stood there, still trying to find just what it was that made the sound. He smoothly brought out his weapon out of it's holster, as he began to walk. Cautiously, the went to have a look around the main area, keeping his eyes and ears pealed for anything out of the ordinary.

Near the front of the building, he found that a side door was sitting open slightly. His mind reminded him that this door had been padlocked shut when they first came to this factory, he had checked it himself. Now, there was no chain or padlock on the door, both were missing and there were pry marks all along the doorjam.

Amon heightened senses also picked up a faint smell that was lingering in the air. It was sickly sweet in nature, and he knew that the smell was exactly like incense you use in Catholic churches... only stronger. It was very faint, but it was still noticeable for him. That smell did not belong.

He looked down at the caked dust that was on the floor, looking for tracks from anyone that would have entered the building The tell tale sign of foot prints in the thick dusting, made him know that someone was in the factory already. By the footprints sizes and type of tread marks left, it definitely not Nagira, Robin or his prints.

Amon grunted low in his chest as he now knew someone must be still in the building somewhere. He hurried himself back to the office area, his mind knew that Robin was now in danger with these intruders, and he hoped it was just kids doing stupid things in abandoned structures. He hoped, but that would not explain everything he had found.

The tall man was nearing the very back of the work area, when he encountered a type of fog that was hanging in the air. It was unlike any fog he had seen, other than the fact that it was inside the Factory, the thick haze seemed to sparkle and dance as if it had a million fireflies inside it and it smelled exactly like the incense odor he had picked up at the side door.

A cold shiver went down his spine, dread pushed his feet to move faster. His mind could only rationalize it one way, It might be those Collective -Moon people or worse... Hunters dispatched from STN headquarters.. He set his jaw tightly, and walked through the thick mist, knowing he needed to get through it to get Robin, who had been sound asleep in her cot in the office.

Rushing to the office entrance, Amon was met by a lone figure in the fog just near the doorway. The mist covered the face and most of the body too, but it appeared the person was dressed in a dark colored hood and had no shape at all.

He did not know who this was standing there, but just from the outline... he knew it was not Robin. He set his weapon in his had, reading for anything.

Fearlessly, the man did not flinch or back away. He moved defiantly towards this person, knowing he needed to stop whoever this was at all cost and get to Robin, feeling like there was great danger there.

" Who are you?" Amon growled loudly at the fog obscured figure, leveling his weapon right at them.

The figure said nothing but raised a hand over its head, the fog started to get brighter all around Amon, the sparkling lights became more intense, growing into blinding points of light. It grew and shifted with each passing second, swirling around to fully surround the tall long haired man.

Amon suddenly felt like he was being hit by a thousand volts of electricity ripping through his body all at once. He felt his body twitching violently, the pain that accompanied it shot through him from head to foot. He tried to move and fire his weapon to stop the attack, but the gun fell from his now numbing hand, and he found it harder to breath as the fog circled him.

Clutching his chest, he collapsed to the floor with a thud, writhing in pain and wheezing for air. He was finding himself now almost fully incapacitated.

The figure began to moved away, still shrouded in the fog as the man layed there in a heap. Amon tried to fight and try to get himself up, but he found his body was now completely paralyzed by the overwhelming pain and the inability to breath, as the fog hung all around him. The figure quickly had vanished from view into the haze, as Amon finally lost his battle for consciousness.

Some time later, Amon came to. He gasped as he realized that he was awake, judging by the pain that was hitting him and traveling through every part of him. He fought this sensory overload to get to his knees, feeling like there was a overwhelming buzzing sensation that shot through his body. He took a deep breath in and kept pushing himself to rise, knowing only that he desperately needed to get to Robin

He finally attained his feet with a great struggle, although he was very unstable once upright. He realized that it was fairly bright in the work area, and that the fog had gone away. He knew from that a nice chunk of time had passed him by while he had been out cold.

With sheer willpower, he moved his still vibrating and stiffened body to see if Robin was alright, dreading just what he might find once back in the office area.

The office was empty, save for the cots and other stuff that were knocked over and strewn everywhere, as if a great struggle had occurred. He looked for the girl, pushing his way through the cots and other things to see if she was hiding somewhere had somehow gotten away from whomever. He knew judging from all the stuff that was tossed around like doll furniture, that she probably had put up one a hell of a fight before being taken, but he still hope she was only hiding somewhere for safety.

There was no sign of the tawny haired girl anywhere, but he noticed some light singeing was over practically everything in the room, that told him that she really did not go down quietly. He called out her name at the top of his lungs many times as he stood there, but no answer came back

Unlike himself right then, he panicking a little, racing out of the office, his mind hoping that she was somewhere out there, hiding. He hoped that she was doing that, but common sense told him otherwise, but he needed to try anyways.

He raced through the entire building on the dead run, searching as she went. There was still no sign of the craft user was there, not even any barefoot prints to show that she had ran. He searched in places that he knew she could never get into to hide, but everywhere he looked, there was no a solitary sign of the girl.

He felt his heart fall in his chest as the realization sunk in. Who ever that was that attacked him with the fog, had Robin now. For a moment, he actually did not know what to do, his mind spinning to think..

He fished his cell out of his pants pocket and dialed a number frantically, his face void of anything but anguish. He put it up to his ear and waited, swearing numerous times under his breath for Nagira to pick up as the image of the pretty young crafter planted itself in his mind's eye, his brother's word crashing in all around it.