Chapter 1: Witch on witch
Tno: HI
Amon: Not you.
Tno: Yup.
Amon: And what am I doing here anyway?
Tno: Well Amon, I'm glad you asked that...My dear faithful readers, for those who know my misspelled name, I must tell some sad news. Clarence, my faithful partner in crime will not be joining me in this fic. Therefore I have kidnapped the ever so useful Amon to use as my review answerer (is that a word), and as my only company in these author's notes. (Unless I choose to bring in Mikey, you gotta love the computer freak).
Amon: picks up cell Hello? Can I get the hospital on the line, I think I'm going into cardiac arrest.
Tno: mutters I hope you die, sour jackass.
Amon: What was that?
Tno: Nothing...uh, let's get this show on the road.
Amon: You won't get away that easy.
Tno: Wanna bet? ROLL FILM!
Chapter 1: Witch on witch
She couldn't keep this up, her legs were growing tired and her breath was coming out in quick wheezes. She'd been running now for almost half an hour, faster, faster. The sounds of footsteps behind her had stopped long ago but now the motor of a fast moving car was at her heals, she had turned down countless allies and cut across so many lush green parks but somehow, they managed to find her. She needed to find a car of her own, but she didn't own one, and she wouldn't know how to steel or hijack one to save her life. Which also happened to be the case at the moment. In a last act of desperation she turned into any random business building hoping to buy herself some time while hiding in an elevator or something. She had no clue who these guys were or what they wanted but she knew she had to get away.
"What's the deal Michael?" A young man of about 18 with messy blond hair walked up to the meeting room in the STN building. His tee shirt hung loosely on his athletic frame, hiding it in the folds of cloth. A small vial of green liquid hung on a black string around his neck and a gun holster was strapped to his waist.
"Wait till Amon gets hear and I'll explain." Replied another blond boy of about the same age as the first. His hair was longer though and it was combed into pigtails at the nape of his neck. A pair of small rimless glasses rested on his nose and his fingers flew over the keyboard in front of him. He was sitting with a brown hared woman who looked to be about 21 (I'm guessing O.K., and I need to use a bit of poetic license on the ages to make it so the story works). The woman had shoulder length brown hair and a calm attitude that would make you sense a motherly love for her younger colleagues. Across the table, an almost completely hidden girl was sleeping at her station, also blond and also of the same average age of the two boys she had an extremely lazy air about her that was punctuated by the lack of papers at her desk outside.
"What's taking them so long?" The blond girl sighed groggily as she lifted her head slightly from the cold, smooth metal surface beneath her. "Are they making out or something?" She finished, a gossipy light igniting in her eyes.
"I don't think so Dojima" The first boy answered giving her a meaningful look. "You really need to lay off the late-night parties." He added. "You look terrible."
"Can we stop talking about idle things and get down to doing some actual work." Another character appeared, his usual black trench coat, shrouding him from the neck down with an almost sinister air. His long navy blue hair swept just above his shoulders and he too wore a vial pendant.
"Aye-aye captain sour puss." Dojima muttered sitting up only slightly to show she was listening but still leaning heavily on her forearm.
"It's about time." Michael added clicking a button so images popped up on the flat high-tech screens along the metal table. "There's something you all should see." He said making a picture enlarge on the screens of his colleagues. "This is Macha Yew. She is a descendant of the first Celtic Druids from Ireland and the Scottish highlands." Mikey explained, noting the auburn hair and green eyes. "She has what is called the 'blessing' which means she wields the directly identical magic of the first druids."
"So what has she done?" Karasuma asked.
"She hasn't done anything." Mikey shook his head.
"Then what's the point of this fairy story?" Dojima gave a frustrated sigh.
"She needs our help. She's being chased."
"What? You mean there are some vigilantes out there who are attempting to do our job?" Sakakie, the first boy, said sarcastically. Again, Mikey shook his head.
"She's being hunted by witches." He said. "We don't know why yet, but that's what we're going to find out. We've had the government police attach a tracer to Yew." Mikey said brining up a map of the city with a small blinking read light on it. The light was moving slowly down a white line, indicating a street. Suddenly, the light began to speed up. They all watched the screen in confusion, the red dot continued to move quickly dogging left and right. Amon got up suddenly and began walking towards the elevator. (I hope most of you know that Amon is the guy with the blue hair and the girl he came in with is Robin). Anyhoo (love that word), as Amon left the room, Robin quickly got up to follow.
"What's up?" Dojima yawned, completely unconcerned about the red flash of light on her screen.
"Those witches are clearly on to us, they're chasing her as we speak, which means we have to chase them down so we can figure out just what's going on with them and Yew." He explained in monotone and boarded the elevator as everyone else (except for Mikey and Dojima) hurried to catch up.
A couple of minutes later, a car was speeding down the street, with Amon at the wheel, followed by Sakakie's motorcycle. Karasuma was holding a cell-phone-like device that showed the map the Mikey had generated for them earlier, and was directing Amon left and right. They finally came up behind a gray colored vehicle that was fishtailing a figure, sprinting along the sidewalk.
"That has to be Yew." Robin sat forward. Sakakie was already driving up on the sidewalk next to them seeing if there was any immediate danger to her life. That's when she turned into a skyscraper just up ahead. He didn't need to say anything. Everyone knew they had to get in there before the witches in the car ahead of them. Robin had already put on her horn-rimmed glasses when Amon turned to her. There was a sudden explosion of fire and the car tires went up in smoke. Robin smiled satisfied with her aim and jumped out of Amon's black car after the other two. The four STN agents raced for the door, but before they knew what was happening, five huge men had pinned down Amon, Sakakie and Karasuma. Robin had been the only one to see them coming and had managed to leap out of the way though she didn't have enough time to warn the others. Gathering her wits, Robin aimed and in the next instant the largest man's sleeve had caught fire making him jump back in fear and pain. She hit the next one freeing Amon who took a gun from inside his trench coat and fired. The same green liquid as was in his pendant exploded like paint balls on the men's suits.
"Aaaw." One of them made a noise of disgust regarding the green mess on his jacket. He continued to crush Sakakie under his knee, glaring at Amon.
"What the hell is this crap?" He roared.
"It's a substance devised for the purpose of detaining witches." A soft male voice said from out of no where (think sexy, sorta like the voice of the evil guy from Gundam Seed. And if you don't know what that is then I disown you). There was a pause as the words hung in the air. "It is a formula similar to the mixture I have you drink to protect yourselves from people like them and from that girls magic, considering you aren't witches." The voice added. A stupid grin spread across the face of the enormous bodyguard before Amon. "Now speaking of the girl why don't you go find her." There was a hint of dangerous frustration in the voice now as the bodyguard jump off Sakakie and turned to the door.
"HEY YOU!" he yelled out suddenly pointing menacingly at Robin who had just gotten to the top of the steps leading to the doors of the sky scraper. In that instant, Sakakie took advantage of the distraction and jumped up, flipping over to kick the guard in the jaw, hard. A sickening crack erupted as the guard fell to the ground blood spurting from his mouth, the bones of his jaw clearly jutting into his throat. A couple of seconds later there was a loud gurgling sound and then silence. They didn't wait around to confirm his death though, and neither did the other bulky men, who had almost reached the doors. They all rushed in, everyone spread out, but the guards had disappeared (no small feat considering how big they were).
Here heart was pounding loudly in her chest, it was almost deafening. She had caught a glimpse of a boy kicking one of the all too familiar men in the jaw, a blow that killed him. She had felt almost gratitude towards the strange group of people who had appeared from nowhere. Then she though of the possibility that they could be after her as well, especially when she saw the incriminating vials around the necks of the two men and the older woman. There was a crash somewhere down the hall, she jumped and shrank into a janitor's closet watching through the space between the door and the ground as two huge feet raced by. She waited a while to be sure he was gone before opening the door. That's when she saw that the man hadn't left at all. Somehow, he had known where she was hiding and was waiting for her to come out of her hole. There was nothing left to do now but run. She felt sick and weak but she had to get away. Something swiped at her side making her cry out in pain. As she rounded a corner she saw the boy who had killed the first guard, she tried to avoid him but she was going to fast and the floors were extremely slippery. So inevitably, she skidded into him, though he had seemed to brace himself for the collision and managed to stand his ground, grabbing her arm and pulling her behind him, while dodging a punch from his adversary. He reached out and hit the man with a clean upper cut before ramming his foot into the man's stomach.
"Go down that hallway and the n take the stairs to the lobby, there will be someone there to get you out of here." He said in the instant while the enemy was down. "Trust me." He added, noting the look she gave him. He didn't notice the guard get back up. She didn't really believe that this boy was really there to help her but she trusted him more than the freak who was about to punch him out.
"Watch it!" She screamed, pushing him to the side and running down the corridor herself before the goon could get a good punch in. She somehow reached the stairs without passing out from the pain of the blood coming from her side. She looked down the spiraling steps and then looked up choosing to go that way instead of possibly subjecting herself to more trouble. A searing pain was reverberating through her body now as she went up, step after step. She had to admit that going down would have been easier but at least this way she wasn't playing into anyone's hands (she thought). She came out on the ninth floor of the building and again came face to face with danger. She was standing before a figure in a long brown cloak, soft, pure white strands of hair spilled from the hood, around a stunning pale face. His black eyes were trained unblinkingly on her as she sidestepped away from him. The figure turned, always facing her, wherever she went. She backed into a hallway continuing to watch this almost angelic creature/ She was terrified, and she also knew she couldn't run anymore. She could feel that wall coming up behind her, a voice whispering in her mind. She shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes as an arm wrapped around her, wrenching her out of the was, there was a gunshot and Mach opened her eyes, at the figure hunched in pain blood soaking the cotton around the area of his thigh. He glared at her and melted into thin air.
Gasping Macha looked up at her rescuer. A man in his early twenties with shoulder length navy blue hair, a vial pendant around his neck...
Tno: Well my friends, that's chapter one. I know it's a bit confusing but that's the point of the first chapter. I am supposed to tell the bare minimum.
Amon: So what was that thing I shot? And how did I manage to get real bullets it my gun?
Tno: Aaah, my dear, dear, Amon. You like my fine-feathered readers will have to find out as you go along. Even I don't know the fait of this tale. MWAhahahaha.
Amon: raises eyebrow 'fine feathered readers'? Yes, you really have a few screws loose there somewhere.
Tno: shrugs Oh I already know that. I'm also a pyromaniac.
Amon: with a hint of nervousness now Weren't you gonna have Michael join us?
Tno: Oh Yeah, I completely forgot. Oh well tomorrow is another day and another chapter. (It could be a little longer than that though. It depends on how into the story I get). Anyhoo bubye...and Amon says bye too but he's too much of a sour dumbass to be polite.
Amon: Excuse me, I seem to be the only sane one here, between the two of us.
Tno: If I'm so insane Mr. Then how did you get here in this A/N? Because of me. How did you get put in this fic entirely? Me. how will you end up surviving the perils ahead? That's right. Moi.
Amon: Well you're really full of yourself aren't you.
Tno: My dear readers. As I am to compassionate for your well being to brutally harm Amon in front of you I will sign off before demonstrating the effects of a led enema. Bye.
(P.S. please don't kill me for the misspelled names.)