Hunters of the Hunters
Chapter 2
"What does it mean?" Robin asked as they speed through the city in the tiny, black car, windows rolled up so the wind buzzed around them.
"I don't know," Amon answer shortly, unintentionally snapping at her in his annoyance. Realizing his mistake and yet too manly to apologize, he softly added, "We'll get it worked out though."
Robin nodded her head, but continued to frown, causing her face to darken with shadows of disturbance. It wasn't comforting knowing that someone was walking around wearing her face, particularly since it obviously was doing damage with it.
"Do you suppose..." she began in what might have been a thoughtful voice were it not for the doubt that flooded through her. "Do you suppose that the person honestly looks like me, or that she's temporarily stealing my face as a facade?"
"I wonder the answer to that myself," Amon replied. "However I think it likely that the witch, spirit, or whatever it was simply took the exact same design as you had, with everything from your body to your powers."
"You mean they stole my DNA?" she asked, frowning even harder at the newly proposed idea.
"Essentially," he agreed.
The black car sped down the highway and in the distance a dark, gray smoke cloud appeared.
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They arrived at the next site in about twenty minutes, pulling up to the new pile of ash that looked remarkably like the previous. However, Robin noticed something. "A house?" she asked, surprised. "This was a house?"
"Yes," Amon told her, glancing about the urban area for clues, looking first at the rubble and then at the other houses near by.
Bending down and running some of the cinders through her fingers, Robin frowned. "But why? Unless the person was familiar with the resident, why would they bother targeting one specific person?"
"It is unclear," Amon told her, flipping through the data on his phone. "Although it obviously wasn't a target because of its owner, who uses the place for vacation only and hasn't even been here for several months."
Robin stood up, walking through the ruin like a ghost would through a graveyard, silent and perfectly calm, with almost a kind of solemn air about her. Finally, she said, "One could presume, then, that it was the house itself that was targeted, not the owner."
"Indeed, and if that were the case, the same could be said about the rest of the buildings as well." They both looked at each other, seeing and yet not seeing, trying to comprehend the phenomenon going on around them.
"Then, what," Robin asked quietly to the air, "is the pattern?"
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Michael sighed depressingly, gazing at the computer through his green shades and keyboard clicking away with quick, tapping hums. Various files, both hacked and legal, flew across his screen as he searched for information, any information, that might be a lead to the fire case. So far nothing, but, Michael reasoned with himself, there were billions and billions of files and webpages out there to look in and doubtlessly, something or someone had a clue.
Growling in annoyance, he threw his hands down on the keyboard, hard enough to make Doujima glance up from her fashion magazine and watch the irritated hacker take a gulp of his coffee.
"If it's really that hard," she said, looking back down, "then just invent a program that would do it for you."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Michael asked, disgusted. "There are hundreds of places to start, and thousands of branches off those hundreds. Even then, it's not like the clue will be obvious; the smallest thing, the tiniest hint, could lead us right to the witch's door! Do you have any idea the amount of pressure that is on me to get this?!"
He let out a long growl, turned his music up to full blast, adjusted his glasses, and went back to work.
"Jeeze," Doujima muttered. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
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A young, women stood watching the fire. It was large now, several hundred feet high and people had already begun to panic. The fire department would be called in soon, but it would do little. Then the hunters would come and put it out. "Four down, one more to go."
Maybe she would stick around for a while. She was particularly interested in seeing her young self once again. Besides, the fire was truly a glorious thing to watch.
"Burn, baby, burn," she muttered, smiling to herself as she turned around to go find a nearby hiding place where she could safely watch from a distance. It wasn't the fire she was concerned about, rather the ones who would come for it, and thus her.
People would later talk of having seen a woman youth walk by here just when the fire first started. She had, they would explain, been wearing a long, dark brown trench coat, an overflowing Victorian style dress, and a peculiar hairstyle, with two pigtails tied neatly up with dark ribbons.
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"Shit," Amon swore, looking off into the distance, neck and head pushed down so that he could see it through the car windshield.
"What is it?" Robin asked, craning her neck as well, attempting to see what had unsettled her partner so greatly.
"A fire," he swore, taking his eyes off it and turning the car around in a fast U turn in the direction it was coming from. Robin grabbed the handle near her head as she was jerked around in the car, doing her best to remain stable and thankful for her seatbelt.
"It's near here," she commented, now seeing the smoke herself. "We're going, then?"
"Yes," he answered. "This is the fourth one. They have no real way of putting it out, remember?"
"So why are we running towards it?" she asked, still confused. "Won't that just put us in danger as well?"
"No," Amon said, looking at her steadily, "because, you are going to put them out."
"Me?"
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They stood in front of the building, watching it erupt in a volcano of fire. The area had already been evacuated, and Amon and Robin already had to use their STN-J influence to get them onto the scene. Firemen rushed about, trying desperately to stop the flame, but even with the gallons and gallons of water they pumped at it, the fire only seemed to eat it as it disappeared into its seemingly endless depths.
Robin's glasses were already placed delicately on her slim nose, as she watched the fire speculatively. Amon watched her, instead.
"I don't think I can do this," she told him, biting her lower lip in worry.
"You have to," he told her. "Or innocent people will get hurt."
She frowned, knowing he was both manipulating her weakness for innocents and knowing he was right anyway.
"Still," the girl told him. "My experience dousing flames is little, and this is a very big flame."
Amon whirled towards her and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as she looked up at him startled. "Robin, you HAVE to," he told her, with as much panic in his voice as one would ever hear in it. "I know you're afraid and I know this is new and extreme, but you must try. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Fine," she said, resolved as she pulled out of his clutches, her cheeks burning from not only the fire.
"What's the worst that can happen?" she murmured to herself mimicking his voice just loud enough so he could hear over the fire's roar. "We could all be burned alive, that's the worst that can happen." He smiled, slightly.
Regardless of her extreme fears, however, she turned towards the flame and narrowed her eyes in concentration. In a bright blaze, their green depths flared red and a piece of the fire smoldered into nothing. Moving her head slowly across the stretch of flame, it was as if God had rest his hand on the fire, putting it out. Deliberately and neatly, the fire disappeared until it was nothing but a few tiny flames that flickered here and there across the building.
Firemen and people cheered in joy and astonishment, having no real idea of what really happened. They just laughed, knowing that it was gone and their homes and families safe.
Amon looked down at the quite girl who watched the scene with a slight smile. "Good job," he told her, allowing himself to smile slightly in return. She looked up at him, smiled, and fell. Rushing to catch her, he snatched her from the charred floor, and calmed himself when he realized she had simply fallen asleep.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Juggling the girl in one hand and his phone in the other, he flipped it open with his thumb. "What's wrong, Michael?"
"Amon," the hacker replied. "We know who the witch is. It's Robin."
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Hey there, folks!
New chapter up, finally!!! Sorry, this one took a lot of thought and speculation, not to mention I've been sick for the past week. It's a lot longer then I expected though! I just hope that makes up for it...
I'm so happy that there are so many whr fics out!!! Finally, jeeze! It took long enough...
Anyhow, new chapter up soon, quite possibly by the end of this weekend!
Dreamfox
Chapter 2
"What does it mean?" Robin asked as they speed through the city in the tiny, black car, windows rolled up so the wind buzzed around them.
"I don't know," Amon answer shortly, unintentionally snapping at her in his annoyance. Realizing his mistake and yet too manly to apologize, he softly added, "We'll get it worked out though."
Robin nodded her head, but continued to frown, causing her face to darken with shadows of disturbance. It wasn't comforting knowing that someone was walking around wearing her face, particularly since it obviously was doing damage with it.
"Do you suppose..." she began in what might have been a thoughtful voice were it not for the doubt that flooded through her. "Do you suppose that the person honestly looks like me, or that she's temporarily stealing my face as a facade?"
"I wonder the answer to that myself," Amon replied. "However I think it likely that the witch, spirit, or whatever it was simply took the exact same design as you had, with everything from your body to your powers."
"You mean they stole my DNA?" she asked, frowning even harder at the newly proposed idea.
"Essentially," he agreed.
The black car sped down the highway and in the distance a dark, gray smoke cloud appeared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They arrived at the next site in about twenty minutes, pulling up to the new pile of ash that looked remarkably like the previous. However, Robin noticed something. "A house?" she asked, surprised. "This was a house?"
"Yes," Amon told her, glancing about the urban area for clues, looking first at the rubble and then at the other houses near by.
Bending down and running some of the cinders through her fingers, Robin frowned. "But why? Unless the person was familiar with the resident, why would they bother targeting one specific person?"
"It is unclear," Amon told her, flipping through the data on his phone. "Although it obviously wasn't a target because of its owner, who uses the place for vacation only and hasn't even been here for several months."
Robin stood up, walking through the ruin like a ghost would through a graveyard, silent and perfectly calm, with almost a kind of solemn air about her. Finally, she said, "One could presume, then, that it was the house itself that was targeted, not the owner."
"Indeed, and if that were the case, the same could be said about the rest of the buildings as well." They both looked at each other, seeing and yet not seeing, trying to comprehend the phenomenon going on around them.
"Then, what," Robin asked quietly to the air, "is the pattern?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Michael sighed depressingly, gazing at the computer through his green shades and keyboard clicking away with quick, tapping hums. Various files, both hacked and legal, flew across his screen as he searched for information, any information, that might be a lead to the fire case. So far nothing, but, Michael reasoned with himself, there were billions and billions of files and webpages out there to look in and doubtlessly, something or someone had a clue.
Growling in annoyance, he threw his hands down on the keyboard, hard enough to make Doujima glance up from her fashion magazine and watch the irritated hacker take a gulp of his coffee.
"If it's really that hard," she said, looking back down, "then just invent a program that would do it for you."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Michael asked, disgusted. "There are hundreds of places to start, and thousands of branches off those hundreds. Even then, it's not like the clue will be obvious; the smallest thing, the tiniest hint, could lead us right to the witch's door! Do you have any idea the amount of pressure that is on me to get this?!"
He let out a long growl, turned his music up to full blast, adjusted his glasses, and went back to work.
"Jeeze," Doujima muttered. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A young, women stood watching the fire. It was large now, several hundred feet high and people had already begun to panic. The fire department would be called in soon, but it would do little. Then the hunters would come and put it out. "Four down, one more to go."
Maybe she would stick around for a while. She was particularly interested in seeing her young self once again. Besides, the fire was truly a glorious thing to watch.
"Burn, baby, burn," she muttered, smiling to herself as she turned around to go find a nearby hiding place where she could safely watch from a distance. It wasn't the fire she was concerned about, rather the ones who would come for it, and thus her.
People would later talk of having seen a woman youth walk by here just when the fire first started. She had, they would explain, been wearing a long, dark brown trench coat, an overflowing Victorian style dress, and a peculiar hairstyle, with two pigtails tied neatly up with dark ribbons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Shit," Amon swore, looking off into the distance, neck and head pushed down so that he could see it through the car windshield.
"What is it?" Robin asked, craning her neck as well, attempting to see what had unsettled her partner so greatly.
"A fire," he swore, taking his eyes off it and turning the car around in a fast U turn in the direction it was coming from. Robin grabbed the handle near her head as she was jerked around in the car, doing her best to remain stable and thankful for her seatbelt.
"It's near here," she commented, now seeing the smoke herself. "We're going, then?"
"Yes," he answered. "This is the fourth one. They have no real way of putting it out, remember?"
"So why are we running towards it?" she asked, still confused. "Won't that just put us in danger as well?"
"No," Amon said, looking at her steadily, "because, you are going to put them out."
"Me?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They stood in front of the building, watching it erupt in a volcano of fire. The area had already been evacuated, and Amon and Robin already had to use their STN-J influence to get them onto the scene. Firemen rushed about, trying desperately to stop the flame, but even with the gallons and gallons of water they pumped at it, the fire only seemed to eat it as it disappeared into its seemingly endless depths.
Robin's glasses were already placed delicately on her slim nose, as she watched the fire speculatively. Amon watched her, instead.
"I don't think I can do this," she told him, biting her lower lip in worry.
"You have to," he told her. "Or innocent people will get hurt."
She frowned, knowing he was both manipulating her weakness for innocents and knowing he was right anyway.
"Still," the girl told him. "My experience dousing flames is little, and this is a very big flame."
Amon whirled towards her and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as she looked up at him startled. "Robin, you HAVE to," he told her, with as much panic in his voice as one would ever hear in it. "I know you're afraid and I know this is new and extreme, but you must try. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Fine," she said, resolved as she pulled out of his clutches, her cheeks burning from not only the fire.
"What's the worst that can happen?" she murmured to herself mimicking his voice just loud enough so he could hear over the fire's roar. "We could all be burned alive, that's the worst that can happen." He smiled, slightly.
Regardless of her extreme fears, however, she turned towards the flame and narrowed her eyes in concentration. In a bright blaze, their green depths flared red and a piece of the fire smoldered into nothing. Moving her head slowly across the stretch of flame, it was as if God had rest his hand on the fire, putting it out. Deliberately and neatly, the fire disappeared until it was nothing but a few tiny flames that flickered here and there across the building.
Firemen and people cheered in joy and astonishment, having no real idea of what really happened. They just laughed, knowing that it was gone and their homes and families safe.
Amon looked down at the quite girl who watched the scene with a slight smile. "Good job," he told her, allowing himself to smile slightly in return. She looked up at him, smiled, and fell. Rushing to catch her, he snatched her from the charred floor, and calmed himself when he realized she had simply fallen asleep.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Juggling the girl in one hand and his phone in the other, he flipped it open with his thumb. "What's wrong, Michael?"
"Amon," the hacker replied. "We know who the witch is. It's Robin."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey there, folks!
New chapter up, finally!!! Sorry, this one took a lot of thought and speculation, not to mention I've been sick for the past week. It's a lot longer then I expected though! I just hope that makes up for it...
I'm so happy that there are so many whr fics out!!! Finally, jeeze! It took long enough...
Anyhow, new chapter up soon, quite possibly by the end of this weekend!
Dreamfox