You Always Hurt the Ones You Love

by Rhinoa Lunar

I do not Own WHR though I wish I did.

Chapter One

The Incident on the Train

Years had passed since the last of the Factory's buildings had been reduced to rubble and ash. Amon rolled over in his bed onto his side. He had not slept well since the incident.

'Robin Sena is dead and there is nothing I can do about it so why do I bother letting myself lose sleep?'

"Because I care godammit!!" Amon slammed his fist into his pillow.

Amon cried himself to sleep that night. The nightmares came more realistically now. Every night he relived the day he watched her die. The day he could have saved her, but didn't. Instead he had chosen to appear to follow orders. Had he saved her, they would probably both be dead.

Amon's power had remained dormant. This was just as well. He loathed witches, well all but one witch any way.

He could see her face. Her eyes had pleaded with him, pleaded not to let her die.

Five years had passed and each day Amon felt a torment he could not explain. Zaizan had given him a promotion for the Factory's recovery of Robin. Of course, when that last building burnde to the ground, Amon had felt a hope unlike any he had ever known before. His dreams were crushed when he learned that the cause of the fire was, in actuality, electrical.

Those eyes always haunted him. Everywhere he went, every witch he killed, all had her eyes for that last moment.

The STN-J never fully recovered from Robin's death. Amon had been transferred to Ireland and the STN-I.

Ireland was a very superstitious place and Amon had lost patience with the locals very quickly. Tehy all believed in witches and this made cover-ups very difficult.

"Amon," a voice called out to him. "Amon it burns! Please, Amon, don't leave me like this! I'm so frightened."

"Robin, I have to go. You will burn like so many before you. It is your fate, witch," and Amon had turned and abandonned her. He heard her dying. It was a sound he could never forget.

The next morning, Amon awoke to his alarm clock blasting the latest hit by Dir un Grey. He went through his morning routine of showering and sipping coffe as he watched the local news.

One story caught his attention very quickly. Last night a train had stopped three miles outside of Dublin because of an electrical failure. Two passengers had exited the train. Once they were safely off the train the system came back online and behaved normally. When the system was checked no abnormalities were found. Further tests by various agencies determined there to be no known causes.

"It's like the train stopped just so those two could get off in the middle of a flower field. I tell you there's black magic afoot," one eye-witness said.

"So far there is no information on the two passengers who exited the train. The owner of the farm said she has lived there alone for years and nothing like this has ever happened before," the anchor said.

Amon raised his remote controller and turned offthe television. "A craft user," he muttered to himself.

Just then, Amon's cellular phone rang.

"Amon here."

"You still answer your phone the same way," said the woman on the line.

"Doujima? It's been almost..."

"Five years. Listen, Amon, Micheal is preparing a detailed report for the STN-I right now."

"Why?"

"Have you watched the news yet?"

"The witch."

"Yes, she was just in Japan. She moves irratically and is very dangerous. She spent three monthes poking around headquarters here, and that was before we found her."

"In see."

"Amon, she's very difficult to track. You need your best on this case."

"You called just to tell me the information that is officially being sent to me? What are you thinking?"

"Well, word is she hunts witches on her own. She kills some, others she helps."

"That is bizarre behavior."

"Yeah. And the woman looks just like..."

Beep.

"Hey hang on a second, Doujima. I bet that's headquarters."

Amon clicked over to the other line.

"Amon here."

We need you down at headquarters. The electrical's going crazy," it was Preston. He ran things when Chief Amon wasn't there.

"I'll be right there."

Amon clicked back over to Doujima.

"I have to go. She's at headquarters."

"Be careful."

"Yeah."

"Amon?"

"What?"

"It was nice hearing that you're alright."

"You too."

Amon hung up the phone and threw his coat on. He took the elevator down to the condo's parking garage. He slid into his black Jaguar and sped off.

At the office the power was now comepletely offline. He took the secret entrance into the courtyard. He despised that courtyard. It was so much like the one at the STN-J that he had risked everything in to protect, her.

'Was that Robin's perfume,' Amon's thoughts began to wander.

Then he saw it. Hanging from a lamp post almost deliberately was Robin's necklace. Amon ran over to it and picked it up. He brought it close to his heart in his fist. He reached up around his neck and put the necklace on. Now at least he had a piece of her.

"Amon, chief, sir," babbled the newest member of Amon's team.

"What is it, Devon?"

"She's in your office."

"How?"

"She fried the whoe electrical system and just walked right in. She demanded to see you, by name."

Amon tucked Robin's necklace into his shirt and pulled out his Orbo one. His crew thought it was purely decorative of course.

Silently Amon walked to the stairwell and made his way to his sub-level office.

There was a girl sitting at his desk. She couldn't be more than five years old.

"Actually I'm four years and three months old," she said flatly.

"So you read minds. Is that all. I'm not impressed."

The child had long black hair that was pulled into a bun held in place by chopsticks. She could have been Japanese except for those green eyes. Her eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Amon, who do you wish I was? Maybe you were hoping for the poor girl you let die."

"Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?" Amon slammed his fists down on his desk.

"Well, I don't matter. I'm not the one who is seeking you. I just bring you a message."

"And that is?"

"Wake up or you'll be sorry. Sorrier than the day you killed her."

"And why is that?"

"Meet us at the diner on fifth avenue and Main Street at midnight. You'll get your answers then."

"And if I hold you here?"

"You won't if you want to know how that necklace came into my posession."

"Get out then. And turn our damn power back on."

Sorry if Amon is a bit OOC but I am trying to show the changes in him over the passage of time after a tragedy like that. Sorry if the kid's too creepy. Chapter two should be more interesting.