I do not own Witch Hunter Robin.
CHAPTER 1
God's Will
"Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so far-off losing out
Round here,
Over ground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace"
Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground
The large corrupted corporation factory of a vicious and cowardly enemy continued to fall as a slender girl tried to push the heavy fallen planks out of her way. She was straining, like a child, in a pathetic and desperate attempt to keep up with her older partner.
She looked very young, seeming to be in her mid to late teens. Her figure was a little straight and she appeared to be skinny, maybe five foot three tall. Her green eyes gave her face the look of wisdom and innocence.
The girl, Robin, wore her shoulder blade length, cherry blond hair up in two ribbon knobs on either side of her head.
Her partner, who was at least four yards ahead of her, was named Amon. He stood tall and lean, wearing many layers of black clothing. He was probably in his mid twenties, yet you could not tell by his pale ageless stone like face.
Black hair, thick as curtains draped around his lower neck complimented his dark grey eyes. Both were dressed alike other than Robin had worn a dress underneath her trench coat.
Amon had finally reached the basement stairs at his left waiting until he heard Robin's sliding and scraping footsteps behind him. He turned around briefly to see her having a hard time following after him.
Dodging falling metal, chunks of wood and plaster, he firmly grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him closely.
Amon knew this was obviously a live or death situation but his words were loud, calm, and clear as if he had been through this like a planned routine. He had to keep her going even if he doubted he would make it.
Robin pushed herself to keep close. Her head was hurting; she saw flashes of red, heard sounds of thunder, and felt the ground shaking like an earthquake.
"There's a secret exit built underneath here, if we can get there and out in less than five minutes, we'll be fine." It was always in monotone, the way he spoke.
Robin began to make her steps as fast as his though he barely made an effort down the basement stairs after letting her arm go.
A large explosion came from above and cracked the wall inward beside them.
It just was enough to send them both jumping down the steps until there weren't any to deal with, there was just a door that was covered in thick paint that's purpose was to blend into the wall.
Amon pulled the handle and turned it forcefully, it didn't open. Growing aggravated he shoved his shoulder into it forcing the dorder open, nearly breaking the hinges.
Robin ran past him as soon as he had got it open, her calamity had vanished and panic was already taking her over.
It was merely a narrow one way passage with many sharp turns.
It wasn't long before Amon was running in front of her again towards the visible exit.
It's just a few yards away.
A third loud noise came from above where Robin stood, she looked up and the ceiling seemed to be opening slowly.
The young girl uttered a bloody scream; everything to her now was in silence as she saw plaster, metal, and wood seemed to dance around her until it all went black.
The eerie outcry made Amon cringe as his neck snapped in her direction as soon as he heard it.
His heart stopped to see her covered in broken parts of the factory from her slender thighs to her shoulders.
She lay there in mute; her frame trembled as tears began to formulate at the corners of her eyes. Robin couldn't move; it was either that or she was too afraid to find out what could be possibly broken.
Her voice was weak, and shaky with sudden gasps in between. "A-Amon … you keep going." His eyes drifted up to her blood shot eyes as she lay on her back stiffly.
The girl's eyes were dead set, motionless lost within space watching the ceiling.
He saw something more disturbing than what she just told him, it forcefully snatched him into an immediate reaction to Robin's situation.
On the side of her neck, sticking out, was a thin and long piece of metal. It seemed unreal, almost like a death needle making its way to its purpose.
Grabbing what he could, he took his remaining strength to maneuver the heavy rubble out the way; Amon carefully shoved what he couldn't pick up fast enough.
Accomplished; having uncovered her completely, he lifted her head gently cupping his fingers across the back of her neck, careful to avoid the metal in her and underneath the knees.
It was only a few seconds, that was all it took for him, before Amon had left the exit.
Leaving the factory he swore on his eyes he would not look back, never putting himself in a situation as this one again… the remaining floors continued to collapse.
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Robin awoke in what appeared to be a dim lit rundown motel on her back what felt like a towel under her head.
She started to panic again and began to breathe roughly while her eyes darted around the empty dirty room. Her body was so numb she had no idea she was shaking profusely.
Heavy footsteps and a door slam could be heard out of sight view; it was followed by silence and a deep sigh. She already knew who it was as a hopeful smile appeared on her face. "Amon."
She could still tell her breathing was labored and her body was stinging, being doused in gasoline and lit with ice fire. "Try not to move." He was concerned as any other human, but it wasn't visible, it would never be expressed in his voice either.
He sat down on the bed and leaned over her, bringing his attention to her neck and placed his hand below the wound barely putting any pressure on the skin as he repeated. "Don't move."
He pulled open one of the two leather bags he had stored from the STNJ at a hidden area in an old power plant building system for these types of crisis.
He took out and set down a bottle of alcohol and a few other items that weren't visible to Robin.
She was relieved but not relaxed in the least bit, looking up at the browning ceiling she sighed and prepared herself for any pain that was bound to happen while she was taken care of.
Amon repositioned himself on the bed with one foot on the floor and the other leg resting on the bed while his foot hung off the edge of the side; he made himself comfortable for concentration.
While his steady hand was still beneath her neck, he kept reminding himself he had to be wary of his actions. He didn't want to risk killing anyone, especially if it were her, the only person keeping him alive or finding a reason to stay that way.
His eyes drifted to her face that gave the appearance that defined fear.
Taking the piece of metal, Amon snatched it out quickly feeling the muscles in her neck tense. Robin let out a soft gasp and a shaky exhale.
Her dark red blood began to pour slowly from the wound onto his hand placed underneath her neck. Robin squeezed her lids shut and salt water began to fall to the sides of her face and onto his hand.
The pain she felt was indescribable, like a feeling that couldn't be reenacted in any sort of fashion.
She raised a shaking hand and attempted to feel how bad the wound was but it was pushed back down again.
Amon did not find it disgusting, nor in any way disturbing that did her blood begin to stain his hand as he applied pressure to it with his palm.
He took the edge of the towel below her head and blotted her neck lightly enough not to increase the bleeding. Robin began to fade out trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing.
"Robin, you're going to have to lie on your side."
He gave her shoulder a little tug but she gave no respond. "Robin…" his voice was strained and a bit softer the second time he said her name.
She was out cold; Robin's face was pale and nearly dead looking with the blood that seemed to grow into a halo around her head on the towel. Her breathing was normal and slow, he was just happy to see her chest rise and fall.
Amon held his gaze longer than intended before his eyes went back to the wound. He figured he could not let her sleep this condition; bloody pillow, dirty blankets, and filthy clothing.
He left into the bathroom, and then returned with a wet washcloth and another dry towel. Amon went back to his previous position sitting down but threw the bloody towel onto the floor and pulled her head in his lap.
Amon took her shoulders and turned her on her side and began cleaning her wound. Out of the second bag, he pulled out a white roll of bandages and began wrapping her neck.
As he wrapped the thin, cheap, store brand bandages around her neck, his fingertips stroked against the unconscious girl's skin. It was entirely soft, no other marks, flawless. She was so young but yet dedicated in full maturity. Amon sited it was that he sometimes lacked, knowing that secretly he
wanted to quit at everything and crawl within himself till he felt the urge to conquer what angered him the most.
Snapping out of a second trance, Amon remembered the child that lay sleeping in his lap. Picking her up carefully, he set her on a nearby old couch and began removing the blood dotted blankets that already smelled like the dirt, iron and rubble.
Amon put a second pillow on top of the other to keep her head elevated and pulled the sheets down. Returning to the couch, he removed her coat, cloves and shoes. He stopped every now and then to put each thing up and away.
Finished, Amon placed her back on the bed and beneath the thin blue sheet remaining. He was glad the strange overweight man behind the counter didn't ask for identification, but just money when he rented a room in the cheap motel.
He walked into the restroom, gladly pulling off the sweat soaked clothes off of his bruised body. He could feel the cold air hit the blood on his back that had been scratched open by falling scraps. As he let his boxers fall to the floor, he contemplated putting them back on after he had came out. Though he could be brute, he enjoyed being sanitary. Leaving his self debate undecided, he stepped into scalding hot water that burned his skin, he decided it might help him in relaxing his tensed muscles. He extended his arms and placed his hands on either side of the shower lowering his head. Amon's iced orbs stared at the drain until the water flowed down from a putrid pink to clear. Straining the soap from his dark locks, he turned off the shower and patted himself dry with the shirt he had worn.
He glanced in the mirror; he noticed he had red scratch marks across his chest and arms,
I don't remember…
Shaking his head in internal frustration he flicked off the bathroom light and pulled his pants back on. after pulling out his laptop and checking his mail for a bit; he told his brother about his problem and that they could not go back, also that he could not let anyone else know that he and Robin were still alive.
The young man lingered a bit watching over her for a few minutes before turning the lights out the only two lamps in the entire apartment and retiring to the couch.
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