~The Hunt~

The only sound was that of the rain spattering the earth and silence. The silence that withered the soul. As a former hunter and one whom had awakened to an uncontrollable craft, he needed to be taken out.

As his replacement and as...his partner, she knew that.

But...it still didn't stop the reproachful looks of Karasuma or the gloom that had descended upon the Raven's flats. No longer could Robin enter Harry's without an underlying sense of guilt. Knowing she'd never see his bent back sitting at the bar or in a quiet corner by himself.

It was only later on that she discovered he had a brother. A half, but still someone left behind. Robin would've liked to have met this man, a shady Lawyer from the backstreets of Tokyo, but Karasuma advised against it.

What could she possibly say?

I'm sorry I'm the reason your brother disappeared?

Or. One day I'm going to be the one who hunts him down?

Neither way were possible.

Solomon wouldn't allow someone outside of STN-J to know a hunter had gone rogue.

After all...the hunter wasn't supposed to become the hunted.

~*~

His steps lagged, and yet he pushed himself to go on.

They--she was coming.

Robin Sena, his former partner and...

Amon closed his blurry eyes, back sliding against the damp brick side of the building. Who'd have thought their positions could be become so-changed in the space of six months?

One slip up and the effect of the old woman Methuselah's craft awoke his own cursed blood.

Amon sometimes wondered if it was her vengeance for so many lives of her kind that he had taken?

But no matter. The hand that had been pressed to the soaked area of pant leg came away blackened and bloody.

This would all end soon.

~*~

She could face him, Robin was sure of herself. No hesitation on her part would allow for error. He had become something else, not the man whom had begun opening up to his partner and could've--possibly been more.

If things hadn't turned out the way they had.

It was Robin staring down the bedraggled, wearied man in the rain, her field a circle of light and arcane symbols beneath her feet. His, broken, weakened severely by the wound on his leg. With it, he could barely stand, one palm of a fraying glove pressed to the wall to steady himself.

Her voice didn't shake, "Amon..."

The light of her craft seared the image of burning flames into her consciousness, imprinting itself onto the insides of her eyelids. He hadn't even tried to fight back.

Robin tapped the communicator in her ear with numb fingers, "Michael...this Hunt is over."

~Finis~

Note: A different take if Amon had ended up being the hunted. Auish after the walled city eps.

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Another note: is it Raven's flats or Raven's flat? :P I couldn't remember.