Just a little drabble after reading... well... drabble! XD Here ya go.

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Disclaimer: I don't own WHR... That was boring. Here we go: OO LOO LOO LOO :runs in continuous circles with arms flailing: ... Now, that's better.

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Robin ran. Sweat pouring from her forehead, her heart pumping so hard it felt as if it would burst out at any moment. Flames licked her feet, exploding from her ankles, trying to keep her persuiters away at least for a small amount of time. But suddenly she stopped. Her feet were glued to where she stood. The darkness subsided in a small area to reveal a pair of cold, gray, slate eyes.

"Amon!" She cried. "Oh, Amon! Help! Amon, why are they after us?"

"Who?" He asked impassively. As if on cue, three shadowy figures appeared behind her, half engulfed in the shadows that gnawed on every thought and sight. Dojima, Sakaki, Karasuma. Their eyes pierced her soul although she could not see them clearly. They weren't the kind eyes she had known before; they were cold and heartless. She turned away from their burning glares to Amon's unchanged stature.

"Amon..." She waited for a response.

"They're after us..." He replied. "They're after you." She turned back to her former colleagues. Instead of the glares she had turned her back to, she stood face to face with three guns aimed straight at her. She stood paralyzed in fear, waiting for the blow. There was nothing she could do. And then, they began to pull the triggers, and before she could stop him, Amon had jumped in front the the blazing bullets. A human shield for Robin. He staggered back, bleeding and wounded, and collapsed.

"AMON!" Robin sobbed as she shot up from her heart-wrenching nightmare. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead and her gold hair clung to her skin. The musty smell of a run-down hotel room replaced the smell of ashes and she turned over to Amon who slept soundly beside her in the hotel bed. "Amon, Amon!" She shook him awake and he turned lazily towards her. Robin's shaky fingers brushed over his bare chest searching for any sign of a wound or scar, the shock of the dream still vivid in her mind. "Oh, Amon! Oh God, Amon, they were all there! And they tried to shoot me but you got in the way and..." She sobbed as he sat up and pulled her into a comforting hug.

"Shh, shh." He consoled the young hunter running his fingers through her silky hair and drawing circles on her back. "It's fine. No one's here, we're gonna be okay." She cried into his chest and he spoke soothing words to calm her trembling figure. A year on the run and the fear of being tracked did not escape Robin or Amon's mind. Amon stroked Robin's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

"We'll be free one day, Robin. No more running, no more filthy hotel rooms, no more nightmares. You'll be as free... As a bird."