Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, but if I did. . . .I'd be wearing a giant button that says "I own Witch Hunter Robin." Obviously I'm not wearing the pin, so I don't. Okay, I shall shut my trap and proceed to the story. Enjoy! Thanks to my bro SapphireExWing for helping me with this fic. Chapter 2 will be up later this week. ^_^

Lost

Darkness. . . . . .darkness was all that Amon could see. His body ached and he had a sharp pain running through his right leg. Smoke drifted into the man's lungs, causing Amon to cough furiously. Once his coughing subsided, Amon tried to open his eyes. Had he really survived the blast? What about Robin? He managed to open up his right eye and doing so, looked around at his surroundings. Everything was fuzzy; nothing in his site came out clearly enough for him to assume his current position. Amon turned his head slightly to the right, noticing a still figure in black lying near him. "Robin?" he said weakly. That was all the poor man could choke out, before falling back into the darkness.

"Doctor, should I contact his family?" asked a female voice.

"No, according to his records he has none. The only people that have been called are his colleagues, but they're already here. Please go check into the other patient for now," said the doctor.

"As you wish."

Amon listened as the nurse's footsteps faded from the room. It sounded like he was in a hospital. The pain he had felt in his leg before was gone, but it still ached. He could sense that the doctor was still standing there, studying him. How long had he been in the hospital? Was Robin there too?

He opened his eyes and sluggishly turned his head towards the doctor. The man stood over him, peering at what seemed like Amon's medical charts. His eyebrows bounced up and down in astonishment as he read through the charts.

"Is something wrong?" asked a very annoyed Amon.

"Ah, you're awake. No sir, just reading through the results of yesterday's tests. You seem to be doing much better than expected. I've never seen a patient heal as quickly as you have."

Amon's mind soon switched back to the young girl, whom had been in the factory with him. "What about Robin?"

The doctor looked at Amon dumbfounded. "Robin? Oh, I remember one of your colleagues speaking of a woman named Robin. I'm sorry to say she wasn't found in the rubble."

Amon felt a lump form in his throat. How could that be? Hadn't Robin been next to him? There was no possible way she was gone. "What do you mean she wasn't found? Robin was right next to me."

The doctor sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry Mr. Amon, you were the only one found. The police department and your colleagues at the STN-J spent many days searching, but she was never found."

"She must have escaped," Amon said to himself. His voice remained the same; the old cold-hearted tone that he was always able to maintain. Even hearing news as this didn't seem to sway the man emotionally. At least, not when he spoke. The truth was, he was worried. True he had once wanted to hunt his former partner, but after hearing the sad truth about the origins of the girl; his heart changed. Instead he wished to protect her, but now that seemed impossible. Robin could possibly be dead. Though he hoped that was untrue, someone as strong as she couldn't be dead.

"How long have I been here?" asked Amon inquisitively.

"You've been here for one week." The doctor proceeded towards the door to exit the room. "I must attend to other patients now. If you need anything, please call one of the nurses. I shall return in about 2 hours to checkup on you," he said walking out the door, closing it behind him.

Amon realized the doctor was trying to avoid further questioning. Something strange was going on. Had it really been only one week since the explosion of the factory? Amon reached over and pressed the TV button on the control panel next to his bed. The screen flipped on, showing two news reporters at their desks. One of them spoke about the explosion at the factory. It seemed to Amon that SOLOMON told the media the explosion was the result of an accident.

"They're still playing it safe," said Amon to himself. Somehow he knew the news media would have no news on her. Leaking any information on Robin's disappearance would also bring up information on SOLOMON and the STN-J's involvement with witches.

He continued watching the news program, wondering if there would be any word on his missing ex-partner. The program ran for another ten minutes, with no news on Robin. Amon decided to switch the television off and get some rest. Just as he clicked the television off, a knock came from the door. Amon turned to see whom was entering his room. To his surprise, it was Nagira, his stepbrother.

"Ah, so you are awake. We've been hoping you would soon," said Nagira closing the door behind him.

Amon's stepbrother seemed like his usual self. Yet the expression on his face told a different story. Chances are he knew something of Robin that Amon didn't. After all, Nagira was good for getting information. Perhaps he could explain what had happened after the factory blew up.

"I know what you're going to ask Amon. Where is Robin? What happened after the factory blew up?"

Amon nodded and sat up in his bed. Nagira smiled and pulled up a chair next to his stepbrother's bed and sat down. He folded his arms up to his chest and sighed.

"Sorry to say I haven't heard a thing."

He looked at Nagira in disbelief. "Nothing at all?"

"Nope, nothing has come up in the last two weeks. Everyone at the STN-J is even helping in the search for her." Nagira noticed the strange expression that consumed Amon's normally expressionless face.

"Two weeks?" asked Amon.

"Uh yeah, it's been two weeks since the explosion at the factory."

"But the doctor said I've been here for one week? How could the factory incident have occurred two weeks ago?" asked Amon.

"Well for one thing, you didn't show up at this hospital until one week ago. Right after the factory blew up, we all went searching for you. We never found either one of you. I thought you and Robin must have escaped, but I guess I was mistaken."

This really troubled Amon. What had happened that week before? Where had he been? Had someone taken them? Could SOLOMON had something to do with this?

"Any strange events happening recently?"

"No, none recently. Nagira paused and stroked his chin. "Wait, there was this one incident I heard about one week ago."

"What was it?" asked Amon.

"There was this mysterious fire at an old warehouse not too far from here. No one knows how the fire started. It seems like the warehouse was being used as a testing facility. Whatever they tested for is unknown."

Nagira stood up from the chair and yawned. "By the way, I don't think it's safe for you to return to your apartment. After helping Robin and all, you're not on good terms with SOLOMON. They could possibly send someone after you."

Amon shook his head. "If SOLOMON wanted to do me in, they could have already sent someone while I've been in the hospital."

"No, SOLOMON tries to be as careful as possible when it comes to hunting. An attack at a hospital would certainly not help keep the organization's secrets hidden. They'll wait until you exit the hospital," said Nagira.

So what was he to do now? Once he was released from the hospital, SOLOMON would be waiting for him. Was there another reason as to why they were after him? Had he revealed his powers without knowing he had done so?

"Did they show?" asked Amon.

Nagira knew what his stepbrother was speaking of. He nodded and sighed. "Yeah, they showed alright. You should have been killed by the wounds you received in the explosion, but you survived. Thanks to those powers of yours that you hoped would never surface, you're still alive. Seems you have the power of healing," snorted Nagira. There was something absolutely funny about his dark stepbrother having healing powers.

"Healing?" asked Amon in a somewhat shocked tone.

"Yeah, you're wounds are healing up faster than a normal human's would. You man not realize this, but your powers have been around for a while. It just wasn't obvious to you."

Amon slowly closed his eyes and nodded. "When are they releasing me?" Now that he knew why SOLOMON was so hellbent on hunting him, he was ready to go. For one thing, he needed to find out what had happened to Robin. He just had to know what happened to her.

"I heard the doctor say tomorrow, since you've healed so quickly. SOLOMON will surely be ready for you as soon as you're released. It's a safe bet that you'll need to leave here before then," said a sly Nagira.

Obvious to Amon, his older stepbrother had an ingenious plan on how to get him out of the hospital, without SOLOMON noticing. He just hoped that whatever Nagira was cooking up would work. Otherwise, they would both be in trouble.

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Alright, that's the end of chapter 1! This is my first WHR fic, so please be nice. Sorry for any grammatical errors. I spell check and go over this story many times, but still overlook errors. Now for an explanation on the time lapse. The attack on the factory happened two weeks before Amon awakened in the hospital. When Amon awoke back in the rubble at the factory, he had awakened only a few minutes after the building collapsed. He, nor anyone else at this point knows why Amon didn't show up in the hospital until one week after the factory explosion. Later chapters will explain why this one week of Amon's life is amiss.

Anyways, here's a preview of the next chapter!

A daring escape. . . . .what once was lost, has now been found. . . . .hidden truths. . . . .

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