Disclaimer: I don't own Witch Hunter Robin. It's not mine. I'd love to at
least own Amon, but this time he's Robin's.
From Life and of Fire
Rating: PG 13 (For now.we'll see about later)
A/N: This fiction takes place after the 26th episode where the factory has been blown to pieces. It would be advisable to have seen the series before reading this. Otherwise, read and review! This will probably end up being the fangirl's dream!
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A sore Robin's hand inched out from below the debris as she emerged into wakefulness. The entire experience was lost to her for a moment.there had been STN-J, then she was abandoned, and then they came back again, and there was Amon.and the factory.
With the thought of her dear friend, Robin's adrenaline surged. Flames roared out from below the cement, incinerating it. She winced as the bright sunlight attacked her eyes. It was mid morning, she judged, perhaps 10 or so. Standing up and brushing herself off, she took a good look at the damaged scene around her. She had been scratched, and was bleeding, but it was nothing serious. What had been the factory was now a sporadic bunch of blocks fallen in random places over the field. A forest was nearby, and in it refuge. There were no people here, so she did not move towards it. Her position was safe enough. Where was Amon?
She tried not to panic. They had been together, running through the halls, and then he had fallen from the influence of the Orbo after their contact with Zaizen. She couldn't recollect any later details, although she faintly remembered trying to carry him out. There had been a red door, an emergency exit perhaps. She retraced her steps over the fragments of cement as she worked through the scenario in her mind. They would have almost been out as the factory blew apart. The others would be safe now, she thought out of instinct. However, Amon may not be. Already fairly exhausted from the Orbo, he would have no way of combating his injuries on top of that. Slipping on her glasses in preparation, she scoped the ground about her. It was time for a search, and she was the hunter.
From Life and of Fire
Rating: PG 13 (For now.we'll see about later)
A/N: This fiction takes place after the 26th episode where the factory has been blown to pieces. It would be advisable to have seen the series before reading this. Otherwise, read and review! This will probably end up being the fangirl's dream!
~ ~ ~
A sore Robin's hand inched out from below the debris as she emerged into wakefulness. The entire experience was lost to her for a moment.there had been STN-J, then she was abandoned, and then they came back again, and there was Amon.and the factory.
With the thought of her dear friend, Robin's adrenaline surged. Flames roared out from below the cement, incinerating it. She winced as the bright sunlight attacked her eyes. It was mid morning, she judged, perhaps 10 or so. Standing up and brushing herself off, she took a good look at the damaged scene around her. She had been scratched, and was bleeding, but it was nothing serious. What had been the factory was now a sporadic bunch of blocks fallen in random places over the field. A forest was nearby, and in it refuge. There were no people here, so she did not move towards it. Her position was safe enough. Where was Amon?
She tried not to panic. They had been together, running through the halls, and then he had fallen from the influence of the Orbo after their contact with Zaizen. She couldn't recollect any later details, although she faintly remembered trying to carry him out. There had been a red door, an emergency exit perhaps. She retraced her steps over the fragments of cement as she worked through the scenario in her mind. They would have almost been out as the factory blew apart. The others would be safe now, she thought out of instinct. However, Amon may not be. Already fairly exhausted from the Orbo, he would have no way of combating his injuries on top of that. Slipping on her glasses in preparation, she scoped the ground about her. It was time for a search, and she was the hunter.
