Raven and Robin
By: Sara Coyote Pope "Hecate"
Chapter 1 – The Hunter
Author's Note – Hello!!!!! This is my first ever Witch Hunter Robin fanfic! I got this idea a while ago. Hope someone out their likes it. Anyways, the disclaimer crap. I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, yet takes out whip, katana, lighter, machine gun, and a-bomb*.
Tappa, tappa, click, clacka, clack, tap, tapa, clack. The keys on a black laptop were going off in a dark car that was sitting outside a rundown old building. The occupant inside the vehicle was busily searching for something. They had been hard at work for nearly hours.
Suddenly, the tapping stopped, and the person paused. Their dark, shallow eyes flickered back and forth over the text that was present on the screen. The unknown person takes out a strange looking cell phone. He touches the screen and speaks into it.
"Hey, Michael, it's me," a male voice, deep, strong, and soft, speaks to the phone he is holding, "Solomon is sending another hunter. They have done a good job of hiding the details so far. I do not know the name, gender, or power of this next hunter. Please look that up for me, and notify me as soon as you find anything," there is a pause as the man listens to the other speakers comment. "All I know is that the hunter is flying in right now as we speak, and I estimate that they won't strike until tomorrow at midnight, why midnight? From what I found that is the schedule the hunter is on. Until then I will contact her and ask her if she knows anything. She did know about Sastra last time," another pause, "yes, I promise to keep a close eye on her,"
With that, he turned off the phone, and stepped out of the car. He walked up, slowly, up some concrete stairs until he came to a door. He waited outside for a moment, as if contemplating some kind of dramatic entrance, but that would be out of character.
"Amon?" a quiet feminine voice calls out from the darkness as the man opens the door. Amon steps in front of a metal ladder and looks up at platform suspended above him. A young girl, no older than fifteen, steps to the edge of the platform and looks down the man who has just entered her space.
"Robin, I know it's late, but I need to speak with you immediately," Robin couldn't help but notice the subtle hint of an apology behind Amon's usual coldness. Without waiting for her to reply, Amon continued.
"I have just heard word that Solomon is sending another hunter," he waited for some sort of reaction, but when he saw that she held her usual calm, expressionless stare, he went on, "Unfortunately, I know nothing of this hunter that they plan on sending, only that they are on their way right now, and won't strike until midnight tomorrow,"
Robin nodded, taking all this in, and waiting for Amon to continue.
"I asked Michael to see if he can find anything at all about this mysterious hunter, and I came to you to ask if you might know anything about the next hunter Solomon might send, after Sastra failed," Robin closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"You said that this hunter was going to strike at midnight, correct?" Robin asked.
"Yes that is right," he had a feeling that she was developing an idea as to who this hunter is. "Is it strange for a hunter to strike at midnight?" Amon asked, he had a feeling that was a clue.
"Not a hunter, per-say, but for a witch, definitely,"
"Why is that?" Amon was now more than curious.
"Midnight is considered the witching hour correct?" Amon nodded to show that she should continue. "This is because, at the same time, midnight is a beginning, and an end. However, in witchcraft the thirteenth hour is the true witching hour. Some witches believe this while others don't. Scientifically there is no thirteenth hour, but not all witches follow what is 'real'. For witches, finding a way to draw out the full potential of their craft is key, especially in battle. The witching hour is believed to be the hour when all energies of any craft are at their peak. So, the witching hour is a prime time to battle or perform a ritual,"
"I don't see how this is going to help. Wouldn't all hunters then attack at midnight, if that is when their power is at its strongest?" Amon was a little agitated because is felt like they had reached a dead end.
"Actually, witches prefer to avoid battles or rituals at midnight," Robin saw the surprise on Amon's usually expressionless face, and took that as a sign to continue. "As I said, the witching hour is when the energies of the craft are strongest. But this means that other energy might interfere with another craft. Since all the crafts are of equal strength, they will begin to blend making it harder for the witch focus on theirs. When opposing crafts clash, the result is deadly. This discourages witches from fighting at midnight. Only those who know how strong they are, and know that they have complete and utter control over their craft can draw out their full potential on this mysterious hour of the night,"
"So, this would also make a prime time to attack a relatively strong witch, because they might be strong, but not have control," Robin nodded confirmation at Amon's theory. "Having said that, do you think you might have signaled out a hunter that would be able to fight at midnight?"
"I do recall they're being a hunter from Solomon capable of doing that, yes, but I am afraid that their name, and craft escape me," Amon looked up at his partner watching her deep in thought. He smiled inwardly to himself, taking in the mysterious beauty before him. He was about to open his mouth to ask another question, when a familiar ringing came from within his pocket.
Robin looked up as Amon turned on his communicator.
"What is it Michael?" his tone held a hint of excitement, full of hope that the clever hacker had found out at least the name of this hunter.
"I'm sorry to say, I wasn't able to find much, but I'll give you what little I did find. I hacked into the airports in Tuscany and in Japan to check their reservations on flight between 10 pm and 12 am. I found one reservation that was for a one-way flight to Japan, and checked to see if the reservation had come from Solomon. Thankfully, they matched, and I have the name of the hunter, but that's it. This hunter if a 15 year old girl by the name of Raven, but that's all I could find," Amon looked up to see if Robin recognized the name when she heard it.
Robin, did recognize the name, but wasn't sure if she wanted too. She narrowed her eyes slightly as the memory began to push its way into her head. Robin let out a sudden gasp, and shut her eyes as a cold wave of fear washed over her. She began to perspire and pant as a cold wave enclosed over her heart, and her head began to swim.
Amon's eyes widened in shock at the sudden behavior his partner was exhibiting. Forgetting that Michael was still on, Amon shoved the communicator into his pocket as he stepped forward to Robin.
"Robin!" Amon's voice was strong, and hid the hint of desperate concern. He was trying to break through the fit she was having.
"Robin!" he called again, louder, and placed his hand on her shoulder attempting to wake her. That slight contact shot the girls' eyes open.
She stared wide-eyed at the wall, still sweating and her breath coming out in short intervals. Amon stepped back when he saw her pupils dilate, and was wise to do so. In that instant, the grimy inside of the sink lit up, flames dancing within its confines. Amon looked at the girl before him, watching her breath calm as she regained control.
"Robin," Amon's voice was strong, questioning, yet worried, "What happened? Did you recognize the hunter's name?" Robin took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I don't understand, when I heard her name, I didn't recognize a face or a person, just untold fear," Amon gazed at Robin watching her struggle to calm her craft. He had to struggle with the urge to embrace her tightly, and sooth her.
"I saw horrible images," Robin's voice grew stronger despite the images she was describing, "There was blood, so much blood. And a body...no...two bodies, everything was in darkness, behind a shadow. And, there was a child standing there, blood splattered all over her. And her eyes, they were empty, nothing there, just looking at the bodies. I knew...I know, because I was there,"
But before anything else could be said, the familiar ringing come from within Amon's coat pocket. He tapped the screen, and a concerned voice comes out of the communicator.
"Hey, are guys alright, I suddenly lost connection. Did something happen?" Michael's voice was full of worry and concern for his two team members.
"No, everything's alright Michael," Amon was about to say that he was about to leave and go home for the night, when Michael intervened.
"Oh, hey, after I had lost connection, I tried looking through the Solomon database for a hunter named Raven,"
"Did you find anything?"
"Unfortunately, no, it seems like Headquarters doesn't want anyone to find out about this hunter. Under her name though, the only information provided was a name. 'The Shadow Coven' (a/n- to anyone who has read my X- Men Evolution fanfic, this may seem somewhat familiar glares from readers okay, I like using the shadow coven idea, don't hurt me), and then a picture of this. One second, and I'll send it to you,"
Amon flipped over his communicator, and pressed the button on the back, and a little machine rose from the communicator. Within minutes, Amon was staring at the strange picture that Michael had found earlier.
"What is it?" Amon asked perplexed. The picture was of a leather book with a tainted, silver edge. On the cover of the book, in intricate gothic style writing were the words "The Book of Shadow." Underneath that was a very detailed, and evil looking illustration of a Raven.
Amon handed the communicator to Robin, and watched for her reaction as she inspected the image. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"How interesting," her voice was soft again. As she handed the communicator back to Amon, she became lost in thought, trying to remember what it was about this book that seemed so familiar to her.
Amon was watching her, contemplating whether he wanted to ask her about this book, or save it for tomorrow. Suddenly, Amon and Robin squinted their eyes as sunlight shot through the less than adequate blinds on Robin's window. That was enough to give Amon his answer.
"It's nearly morning already, and tonight has been tiring. I should leave, and let you rest, and rest for a bit myself," Amon directed this comment towards Robin who nodded her head in agreement, trying to not allow the heavy weights of sleep pull her eyelids down.
"Michael, you should get some rest too, but I would like you to look for any information about the Shadow Coven, or the Book of Shadow, understand?"
"Gotcha, see you at work Amon," with that, Amon turned off his communicator and shoved it into his pocket.
"I'll tell Nagira to let you sleep in a bit today, since you were up so late last night. At around 11 pm, or so, I'll be back here with Karasuma, Dojima, and Sakaki," when he saw her quizzical expression he continued, "if this hunter is as strong as believe she is, we are going to need as much help as we can get," Robin then nodded her agreement and watched as Amon left her room.
Once he left, Robin couldn't suppress her smile any longer. She was touched by his subtle concern for her, and even though he was cold an emotionless at times, Robin felt like there was a part of him that he didn't want anyone to see.
She climbed up the ladder, and flopped onto her bed, and slowly let the sandman take her away to the land of sleep.
~Raven's Flat~
Just outside the beautiful building where what was left of the STNJ organization resides, a lone figure stands in its shadow. They smile up at the extravagant structure and shift their pack onto their left shoulder. The Gateman looks up to see the civilian staring at the former STNJ. He looks down and sighs at the need to get up, and shoo the girl away.
As he picks himself up, out of the chair, and looks out the window, the girl has disappeared. The only thing he notices is a solitary black feather, floating in and out of the Raven's Flat shadow, as it slowly descends to the ground.
By: Sara Coyote Pope "Hecate"
Chapter 1 – The Hunter
Author's Note – Hello!!!!! This is my first ever Witch Hunter Robin fanfic! I got this idea a while ago. Hope someone out their likes it. Anyways, the disclaimer crap. I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, yet takes out whip, katana, lighter, machine gun, and a-bomb*.
Tappa, tappa, click, clacka, clack, tap, tapa, clack. The keys on a black laptop were going off in a dark car that was sitting outside a rundown old building. The occupant inside the vehicle was busily searching for something. They had been hard at work for nearly hours.
Suddenly, the tapping stopped, and the person paused. Their dark, shallow eyes flickered back and forth over the text that was present on the screen. The unknown person takes out a strange looking cell phone. He touches the screen and speaks into it.
"Hey, Michael, it's me," a male voice, deep, strong, and soft, speaks to the phone he is holding, "Solomon is sending another hunter. They have done a good job of hiding the details so far. I do not know the name, gender, or power of this next hunter. Please look that up for me, and notify me as soon as you find anything," there is a pause as the man listens to the other speakers comment. "All I know is that the hunter is flying in right now as we speak, and I estimate that they won't strike until tomorrow at midnight, why midnight? From what I found that is the schedule the hunter is on. Until then I will contact her and ask her if she knows anything. She did know about Sastra last time," another pause, "yes, I promise to keep a close eye on her,"
With that, he turned off the phone, and stepped out of the car. He walked up, slowly, up some concrete stairs until he came to a door. He waited outside for a moment, as if contemplating some kind of dramatic entrance, but that would be out of character.
"Amon?" a quiet feminine voice calls out from the darkness as the man opens the door. Amon steps in front of a metal ladder and looks up at platform suspended above him. A young girl, no older than fifteen, steps to the edge of the platform and looks down the man who has just entered her space.
"Robin, I know it's late, but I need to speak with you immediately," Robin couldn't help but notice the subtle hint of an apology behind Amon's usual coldness. Without waiting for her to reply, Amon continued.
"I have just heard word that Solomon is sending another hunter," he waited for some sort of reaction, but when he saw that she held her usual calm, expressionless stare, he went on, "Unfortunately, I know nothing of this hunter that they plan on sending, only that they are on their way right now, and won't strike until midnight tomorrow,"
Robin nodded, taking all this in, and waiting for Amon to continue.
"I asked Michael to see if he can find anything at all about this mysterious hunter, and I came to you to ask if you might know anything about the next hunter Solomon might send, after Sastra failed," Robin closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
"You said that this hunter was going to strike at midnight, correct?" Robin asked.
"Yes that is right," he had a feeling that she was developing an idea as to who this hunter is. "Is it strange for a hunter to strike at midnight?" Amon asked, he had a feeling that was a clue.
"Not a hunter, per-say, but for a witch, definitely,"
"Why is that?" Amon was now more than curious.
"Midnight is considered the witching hour correct?" Amon nodded to show that she should continue. "This is because, at the same time, midnight is a beginning, and an end. However, in witchcraft the thirteenth hour is the true witching hour. Some witches believe this while others don't. Scientifically there is no thirteenth hour, but not all witches follow what is 'real'. For witches, finding a way to draw out the full potential of their craft is key, especially in battle. The witching hour is believed to be the hour when all energies of any craft are at their peak. So, the witching hour is a prime time to battle or perform a ritual,"
"I don't see how this is going to help. Wouldn't all hunters then attack at midnight, if that is when their power is at its strongest?" Amon was a little agitated because is felt like they had reached a dead end.
"Actually, witches prefer to avoid battles or rituals at midnight," Robin saw the surprise on Amon's usually expressionless face, and took that as a sign to continue. "As I said, the witching hour is when the energies of the craft are strongest. But this means that other energy might interfere with another craft. Since all the crafts are of equal strength, they will begin to blend making it harder for the witch focus on theirs. When opposing crafts clash, the result is deadly. This discourages witches from fighting at midnight. Only those who know how strong they are, and know that they have complete and utter control over their craft can draw out their full potential on this mysterious hour of the night,"
"So, this would also make a prime time to attack a relatively strong witch, because they might be strong, but not have control," Robin nodded confirmation at Amon's theory. "Having said that, do you think you might have signaled out a hunter that would be able to fight at midnight?"
"I do recall they're being a hunter from Solomon capable of doing that, yes, but I am afraid that their name, and craft escape me," Amon looked up at his partner watching her deep in thought. He smiled inwardly to himself, taking in the mysterious beauty before him. He was about to open his mouth to ask another question, when a familiar ringing came from within his pocket.
Robin looked up as Amon turned on his communicator.
"What is it Michael?" his tone held a hint of excitement, full of hope that the clever hacker had found out at least the name of this hunter.
"I'm sorry to say, I wasn't able to find much, but I'll give you what little I did find. I hacked into the airports in Tuscany and in Japan to check their reservations on flight between 10 pm and 12 am. I found one reservation that was for a one-way flight to Japan, and checked to see if the reservation had come from Solomon. Thankfully, they matched, and I have the name of the hunter, but that's it. This hunter if a 15 year old girl by the name of Raven, but that's all I could find," Amon looked up to see if Robin recognized the name when she heard it.
Robin, did recognize the name, but wasn't sure if she wanted too. She narrowed her eyes slightly as the memory began to push its way into her head. Robin let out a sudden gasp, and shut her eyes as a cold wave of fear washed over her. She began to perspire and pant as a cold wave enclosed over her heart, and her head began to swim.
Amon's eyes widened in shock at the sudden behavior his partner was exhibiting. Forgetting that Michael was still on, Amon shoved the communicator into his pocket as he stepped forward to Robin.
"Robin!" Amon's voice was strong, and hid the hint of desperate concern. He was trying to break through the fit she was having.
"Robin!" he called again, louder, and placed his hand on her shoulder attempting to wake her. That slight contact shot the girls' eyes open.
She stared wide-eyed at the wall, still sweating and her breath coming out in short intervals. Amon stepped back when he saw her pupils dilate, and was wise to do so. In that instant, the grimy inside of the sink lit up, flames dancing within its confines. Amon looked at the girl before him, watching her breath calm as she regained control.
"Robin," Amon's voice was strong, questioning, yet worried, "What happened? Did you recognize the hunter's name?" Robin took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I don't understand, when I heard her name, I didn't recognize a face or a person, just untold fear," Amon gazed at Robin watching her struggle to calm her craft. He had to struggle with the urge to embrace her tightly, and sooth her.
"I saw horrible images," Robin's voice grew stronger despite the images she was describing, "There was blood, so much blood. And a body...no...two bodies, everything was in darkness, behind a shadow. And, there was a child standing there, blood splattered all over her. And her eyes, they were empty, nothing there, just looking at the bodies. I knew...I know, because I was there,"
But before anything else could be said, the familiar ringing come from within Amon's coat pocket. He tapped the screen, and a concerned voice comes out of the communicator.
"Hey, are guys alright, I suddenly lost connection. Did something happen?" Michael's voice was full of worry and concern for his two team members.
"No, everything's alright Michael," Amon was about to say that he was about to leave and go home for the night, when Michael intervened.
"Oh, hey, after I had lost connection, I tried looking through the Solomon database for a hunter named Raven,"
"Did you find anything?"
"Unfortunately, no, it seems like Headquarters doesn't want anyone to find out about this hunter. Under her name though, the only information provided was a name. 'The Shadow Coven' (a/n- to anyone who has read my X- Men Evolution fanfic, this may seem somewhat familiar glares from readers okay, I like using the shadow coven idea, don't hurt me), and then a picture of this. One second, and I'll send it to you,"
Amon flipped over his communicator, and pressed the button on the back, and a little machine rose from the communicator. Within minutes, Amon was staring at the strange picture that Michael had found earlier.
"What is it?" Amon asked perplexed. The picture was of a leather book with a tainted, silver edge. On the cover of the book, in intricate gothic style writing were the words "The Book of Shadow." Underneath that was a very detailed, and evil looking illustration of a Raven.
Amon handed the communicator to Robin, and watched for her reaction as she inspected the image. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"How interesting," her voice was soft again. As she handed the communicator back to Amon, she became lost in thought, trying to remember what it was about this book that seemed so familiar to her.
Amon was watching her, contemplating whether he wanted to ask her about this book, or save it for tomorrow. Suddenly, Amon and Robin squinted their eyes as sunlight shot through the less than adequate blinds on Robin's window. That was enough to give Amon his answer.
"It's nearly morning already, and tonight has been tiring. I should leave, and let you rest, and rest for a bit myself," Amon directed this comment towards Robin who nodded her head in agreement, trying to not allow the heavy weights of sleep pull her eyelids down.
"Michael, you should get some rest too, but I would like you to look for any information about the Shadow Coven, or the Book of Shadow, understand?"
"Gotcha, see you at work Amon," with that, Amon turned off his communicator and shoved it into his pocket.
"I'll tell Nagira to let you sleep in a bit today, since you were up so late last night. At around 11 pm, or so, I'll be back here with Karasuma, Dojima, and Sakaki," when he saw her quizzical expression he continued, "if this hunter is as strong as believe she is, we are going to need as much help as we can get," Robin then nodded her agreement and watched as Amon left her room.
Once he left, Robin couldn't suppress her smile any longer. She was touched by his subtle concern for her, and even though he was cold an emotionless at times, Robin felt like there was a part of him that he didn't want anyone to see.
She climbed up the ladder, and flopped onto her bed, and slowly let the sandman take her away to the land of sleep.
~Raven's Flat~
Just outside the beautiful building where what was left of the STNJ organization resides, a lone figure stands in its shadow. They smile up at the extravagant structure and shift their pack onto their left shoulder. The Gateman looks up to see the civilian staring at the former STNJ. He looks down and sighs at the need to get up, and shoo the girl away.
As he picks himself up, out of the chair, and looks out the window, the girl has disappeared. The only thing he notices is a solitary black feather, floating in and out of the Raven's Flat shadow, as it slowly descends to the ground.