What If?

-a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie

Meeko: Wow, haven't been updating for a really long time! I'm so so so sorry, people! Really, I am. I have been stuck for so long it's not even funny. This is going to be one of the last chapters, so. Yeah! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Ten: Two Choices and One Decision

Two choices, one decision.

He must choose between the two.

One leads to eternal regret,

And the other to eternal hell.

Which route will he take?

She stopped in mid breath abruptly, when something as cold as death itself shoved against her temple. The iciness of the metal seeped through her warm skin like a sliver of oncoming ice freezing its way from her bloodstreams to her heart, which beat so painfully adjacent to her chest.

Robin thought she could not breathe for a long second, when that tingling sensation continued its way all around her body. "Amon, I..."

"Don't," his facial expression revealed nothing, yet his slate irises and tone... it sounded so deadly venomous. Amon closed his eyes slowly, seemingly too tired, but he was more awake than ever in his life. "Don't say it when you don't mean it." His right hand was steady, never shaking with the Orbo gun grasped firmly in between his fingers.

It was then Robin suddenly realized, and she almost laughed out right there and then. "You're not a lawyer, are you, Amon?" She smiled, but it was one that Amon hated the most – it was artificial, and forced.

"No, I'm not," he admitted, his eyes found something on the floor that was just oh-so-interesting. But he gazed deep into her eyes once more, "I'm a witch hunter." It was after a few seconds ticked by when those words slowly sunk into Robin's nomadic mind – I'm a witch hunter.

"Since everyone is telling the truth tonight, I'll tell the truth as well," Robin started, turning to face the motionless man; the gun was now placed on her forehead. She let out a shaky breath, "I like you, Amon, more than you may ever think. I don't know how, I don't know why. And I'll never regret it." She said that all at once, becoming breathless; yet she continued, "but you're a hunter..." Her hands reached up quietly to the gun, where Amon's hand was.

"...and your duty is to eliminate me..." she gently put his hand down, passed her face and stopped on her chest, "if that is your choice..." she firmly placed his gun there, metal touching the cloth material covering her chest where inside, her heart was pumping hell fast.

"...if that is what you wish to do..." Robin closed her eyes calmly, "then, do it."

To say that Amon was surprised was an understatement, for deep within him, shock was taking place. Millions of questions were rushing through his hurting head, but the main one was: why?

Why was she so willing to give up her life, no less by him? The man who lied to her right from the start, who was supposed to 'help' her and yet hurt her in the process. He did not get it. He just didn't.

'But does it matter?' he asked himself. The loose grip of his weapon tightened, with more determination this time, as Amon forced his mind back to the fact: if he failed to kill this girl, his team will go down with him, to hell in exact words. He couldn't do that, no matter what his heart was deciding, his brain was doing an entirely different thing. His brain was telling him to pull back the safety; a slow and deadly crack issued into the silent darkness.

'What am I doing?' he demanded of himself, his mind, for the very first time possibly, was trashing, and it was trashing badly; everything in his memory was rumbling all over the place. One second, the image of the sparkling whiskey flashed in front of his eyes, the next second, the clear face of Robin's unforgettable, timid smile swam in to take its place, her talking emerald orbs stared straight at him. Swish, next came his mother's tears when he was God-knows-how-old, and bang, came the suffocating, at the same time satisfying breath from that night's kiss.

Grunting with a major migraine in his head, he came crashing back down to the reality, and realized, with utter shock, that his finger was giving pressure to the trigger, carrying out the exact order that his brain had sent out. He could not stop himself now.

It could not be stop anymore.

'It's too late... everything.'

'Robin?' In that really, really, slight of what might've been a millisecond, Amon witnessed something... different with Robin's irises. It was a trivial change, and it even might have been Amon's own imagination but he swore he could see it, that... 'that thing', was hiding behind Robin's warm frontiers but finally dared to break out.

A shadow... the similar shade in her eyes when she was about to use her gift just signaled when a shot rang out...

Through nothing but blank, plaster walls.

A flash of solid flame licked Amon's gun-grasping hand, and he instinctively dropped his gun. It thudded dully on the ground, making the only noise in the suddenly silent-filled chamber. Amon did not defy to let his eyes wandered elsewhere but stayed where they were all along – Robin's irises.

It was the same shade of green, yes, Amon could tell that at the very least, but something was different. No, that was not the correct word.

'Something is wrong,' the thought floated in Amon's head just as quietly as it had sunk back to his actions.

"You're not Robin," Amon stated this calmly; he knew it. The girl in front of him smiled; it was a typical Robin smile – a shy one – one that would melt the ice barrier of Amon's heart any random day. Yet, all Amon could see through her was the 'thing' – he still couldn't figure what it was – that had surfaced in Robin's body.

"Right," she replied lightly, that little smile still tinting her lips, "and wrong." An irritated snarl was starting to form on Amon's usually expressionless face, but he contained just in time as she voiced out his question, "what do you mean?"

"Amon, right?"

'She wasn't sure.' He merely nodded, barely moving at all.

"So, you really want to know who I am, Amon?" her eyes had a playful glint that Robin never used as she walked steadily up towards the ominous man, all this time securing her eyes on Amon's stone-grey ones. A sharp intake of breath already drugged him senseless as the sweet scent of the girl before him drifted into his system; his heart unwillingly skipped a beat quicker. He cursed inwardly for his weakness while Robin's sly smirk went unnoticed by the experienced hunter.

"Who are you?" he bit each of the word in the inquiry to emphasize, though his tone was still blend.

"I am Evelyn," she told him in an annoyingly calm tone which Amon was beginning to hate more by the minute, "I'm also Robin, or maybe I should clarify..." She raised her hand up tentatively and with a finger, she softly traced the hunter's cheek down to his jaw line; he was motionless. He was waiting.

"I'm part of Robin," she whispered airily, her enchanting eyes casting that spell and he knew it. He brushed her hand aside coldly and took a step back; his silver-toned orbs eyed her in a way that suggested repulsion.

"Robin," he called out, not even comprehending why he did that for.

"What're you doing?" even Evelyn, as she called herself, did not know what in the world this man was doing.

"Robin, I know you're here," he was saying this quietly, facing the now bewildered girl; he tried to look through that barrier and searched for Robin. Reached for her. Deep inside those captivating bright green orbs.

"What are you, nuts?" an ugly smirk flashed its way and Amon hated how that evil tint ruined Robin's pure complexion. He ignored it.

"Damn it, Robin. I know you're there, please, come back to me," it was in a plain tone, almost bitter but even Amon himself noticed he was pleading someone, for the first time in his life. And he was doing this willingly.

"I told you," this alter ego of Robin's, Amon took a mental note, ain't got no patience in it what so ever, "I'm not Robin!" With that, a heap of bursting fire snaked its way towards the only live victim as the victim swiftly jumped to safety.

'What the hell?' Amon became aware of something else as well. The Orbo necklace... the orbo didn't bubble like it was suppose to be. He stole a quick glance towards the girl once more and on the ground, his brain grinding hard to look for the an acceptable answer.

Time was a limiting factor, unfortunately. With the heated fire and a few punches here and there, soon Amon was cornered.

Amon. Cornered. That was right. No one would have seen that two words appeared in a single sentence. But the truth was, he never expected Robin, or Evelyn, or 'oh, who gives a shit' was Amon's thought at the moment, was capable of doing such things. And now she had Amon's throat in her hands.

"I've warned you, Amon," Robin's voice, totally in a different tone, "now, what's my name? Hmm?" He glared down. If looks could kill, she would be dead ten times and over. Oh, yes.

"Robin." That was it. To Amon, it looked like the stranger would barbeque him alive with the anger-driven fire that she held in her eyes, or just simply end his life with a squeeze of her hands. However, she did neither of that as Amon felt her grip loosened. He took this as a sign and flipped things over, literally, as he slammed and pinned the girl towards the wall still warm with his lingering temperature.

Robin whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly as a drop of tear rolled down her left cheek. "Amon..." she managed to utter, almost too soft and broken to hear. Amon was about to sigh with relief when the next second, Robin's tranquil expression had transformed into the ones of Evelyn's, which growled noisily as she struggled. But amon had learned his lesson only too well and the held of her wrists tightened on the cold wall.

"What the hell is that bitch doing?" she screeched.

"Don't call her that," he muttered nastily, his orbs icy with hate.

"Aww... did I hurt your girlfriend's little feelings?" she taunted gleefully. Oh, how Amon would love to...

"Amon?" it was filled with confusion, and lost and fear.

"What's going on? What are we do-..." He covered her mouth with his lips, closed his eyes tightly and prayed that he would never lost Robin Sena like that again.

Is there a God somewhere, maybe, listening to Amon's faraway prayers and grant him the wish or will he just sit back and laugh?

Is there even a God to start with?

Meeko: Done! Okay, this story is winding up now. Probably one or two more chapters. Wow, can't believe I'm almost done! Don't forget the comments! Thanks.