Howdy! Just to warn all who actually read my lil intro notes....my writing sometimes reflects how i feel, and right now, i'm royally pissed. It's not fun to find your boyfriend....well now ex....making out with a good friend. It's alright though. I have more fun being single.....so yes....there will definetly be some hot headed moments in this chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or Ash's "Burn Baby Burn"

Get Gone : Burn Baby Burn - Part 1

Robin gawked at the lawyer like a child seeing an amusement park for the first time. She plopped down beside the unconcious man and let her palms catch her head as she softly sobbed. Nagira rubbed his neck, not knowing what to do with the crying lass. He kneeled down beside her, his tacky fur coat swaying around his ankles. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and tried his best to coax a smile from her. He felt like he was playing dad to a helpless kid; only a family life wasn't on his list of things to do....if he even had a list of things to do.
"I'm sorry kid. Am I supposed to know you? I've never really been good with faces." Robin pulled her face from her hands, a piece of chesnut hair sticking to her cheek. She brushed it away with the fresh tears.
"You really can't recognize me, can you Nagira? After all that time you've spent with me, and you still can't see that it's me?" Nagira was officially freaked out. Had he accidentally received the attention of a young woman during one his many drunken escapades? Robin latched on to his sleeves and shook the large man with her remaining strength, trying desperately to shake some sense into him. Her sea green eyes, the only thing that remained hers during the transformation, pleading with Nagira to search the orbs for the truth. And he did, his brow crinkling like a shar- pei pup.
"Robin? Is...is that you?" Robin nodded enthusiastically, thanking every god in every holy book of every religion. Nagira squinted, trying to picture the former blonde as the now tawny haired girl sitting before him.
"How....what happened to you?" A low moan escaped the man between them who was now trying to regain conciousness. Robin pulled herself up by the doorknob of a stranger's door.
"As much as I would love to get into details, I think we should leave this place." Nagira grasped her elbow and led her to his vehicle.
"You're right, Robin. You look drained. I'll take you to a safe place and get some food into your stomach. Sound good?"
"Sounds excellent." Robin lifted herself into his car and found herself drifiting off in no time at all.

Flames surrounded Robin in her newly aquired body. It was barrier. To keep her away. In front of stood Audrey, in all her evil glory. Where were they? Robin scanned the room, and judging by the stained glass windows, figured she was in a chapel of some sort. Her kelly eyes strained to see a figure beside Audrey, pointing a gun at the Craft-user. Audrey grinned in triumph.
"Kill her Amon." Robin strove to see Amon's lean figure, and finally found his eyes boring into her own.
"Amon," Robin whispered. His gun did not move. Whether it was filled with Orbo or not, it could kill Robin. And Amon was quite aware of that. The flames lowered around Robin's limp form so the hunter could have a clearer shot.
"Kill her Amon! Witches are meant to be hunted!!" Robin tried to move but found her body to be bruised and broken from an unknown battle. The only thing that hurt more than the torn up ankle she was holding, was her own heart. It, too, had traveled into Audrey's body, taking her soul and love with it. She closed her eyes and awaited the loud crackle of a gun. Her ears were answered by the loud boom as her body collapsed against the warm ground. Amon stood over her, his eyes the opposite of the fire surrounding them.
"Amon..."

Robin jumped as she awoke from the nightmare and rubbed her forehead. How long had she been out of it? She searched her surroundings only to find that she hadn't moved from Nagira's car. She opened the car door, letting her full skirt blow out with the path of the wind. She was parked in front of Harry's. Robin sighed. Of all places, Nagira, she thought, you had to bring me to Harry's. She pushed her way through the glass doors and saw Nagira chatting it up with a young waitress. His attention left the bouncy redhead as Robin met his eyes and was welcomed with a smile.
"Glad to see you decided to walk with the living. Hungry?"
"Famished." She sat beside him at the bar, wondering why he hadn't already ordered for her like he had usually done. The creak of a swinging door leading to the bar area caught Robin's attention. Master walked up to the couple and smiled at Robin before returning to a conversation with Nagira.
"And who do we have Mr. Nagira?" Robin's heart twisted inside of her like an impossible knot. The man she thought of as her only father figure couldn't even recognize her. Tears flooded her once dry eyes as she peered up at the owner with a sad, childlike innocence.
"You don't know who I am either do you? Of course not. No one does now." Master looked her over, pausing when he reached her eyes. They were a strange bluish green. You could tell which color her eyes wanted to go and they were filled with a simple kind of curiousness, followed by kindness and a hint of sadness. He knew these eyes. They had belonged to Robin.
"Robin..." The moment Robin's name was spoken, she leapt over the bar and bombarded the man with a tight hug, never wanting to let him go. She wept into his dark sweater, thankful for the day she met him. Master patted her long locks and tried his best to calm her down, but decided it was best for her to cry out her frustrations now then wait for a worse moment and have never live it down.
An hour later, after seven cups of coffee and two full plates of wonderful food, Robin told her story to Nagira and Master, who listened respectfully. Nagira was baffled on how to approach the problem but Master had a plan of his own. He wiped a beer glass clean as he spoke.
"Perhaps you should journey to STN-J and ask your friends for help on the situation." Robin bit her lower lip at the attempt of advice. It made sense enough for they all thought she was Audrey anyway. The redheaded waitress picked up Robin's plate and handed it to Master. She then told her new boss that she was taking a smoking break before digger two aspirin from behind the counter.
"Do you have a headache Faith?," Master inquired.
"Yes. I hit my head this morning and the pain hasn't quite subsided." Faith crossed the room and walked out the double doors. Robin followed the movements closely. Master continued to wipe glasses.
"I hired her a week ago. It wasn't my intention to hire any help but she looked so desperate. Plus, she has proved to be a work-a-holic. She clocks in, does a full shift, then takes a smoking break, and then cleans up her stations before clocking out."

Faith turned the corner and leaned agaisnt the wall, almost inhaling the two pills. Suddenly, red curls morphed into salty colored hair and the curvacious figure turned into a crippled form. Faith was now Christian. He pulled out a silver commuicator and dialed the number that Audrey had given him. In less than a minute Audrey was showing up on his screen in her new form.
"You shouldn't be callign like this. You're just lucky Amon had to pick up some things and left me in a motel room."
"You could've told me that you changed forms last night."
"You would've stopped me if I told you."
"This wasn't part of the plan, Audrey!!!!"
"I have different plans." The old man hovered over the communicator, his hands sweating from his grip.
"Well heads up - Robin plans to go to STN-J for help."
"Not if I can help it."
"What are you planning on doing?"
"Just let me handle it." She cut off the signal and left Christian pondering his situation in the alley.

Audrey sat on the bed cross legged and cleared her mind so that it could travel to STN-J headquarters. The first mind she had stumbled upon was Micheal, who was nonchalantly eating a dohnut and surfing the internet. Her mind proceeded to search his, only to find images of late night well talks with the Craft-user known as Robin. So he helps her, does he? Her mind ventured to the others, striking them with full force. Karasuma, Doujima, and Sakaki were now her personal puppets. She would teach that Micheal a small lesson.
Micheal clicked on advertisement for discount DVDs when a click of a gun startled him. Doujima stood across from him, her gun aimed at his heart and her face expressionless. Mickeal's eyes widened as the former ditz pulled the trigger. Micheal jumped from his chair, earning himself a bullet to the leg for his late reaction. He blacked out as pain swarmed his entire body all at once.
Robin whistled a tune to herself to prepare for the reunion she had anticipated for a long while now. Oddly enough, the doorman wasn't around. She pulled open the gates and stepped inside, looking for any evidence of life. She sprinted to the elevator as if she were a hunted animal. As the doors opened to STN-J headquarters, she found herself instantly regretting her adventure. The room was dark except for a tiny table lamp that Micheal always kept on for late night surfing. A low moan echoed throughout the room and Robin raced to find a fallen Micheal. She crouched on one knee beside him, pressing down on the bleeding leg wound.
"Audrey....get....out of...here..."
"I'm not Audrey, Micheal..." He pulled down on her loose jacket to keep whatever unknown presence from hearing distance.
"I know. But get out of here." Robin realized Micheal's aid too late, for tiny beads of red light were forming on her black outfit. She watched them group together from different angles of the room. She looked up from her ebony dress and noted the origin of every crimson beam of death. When she heard the first click she rolled into the other room and darted behind a couch, covering her ears as the guns sounded off. The bullets hit the couch with extreme force and making a fake snowstorm around the defenseless Robin. She pulled her knees close to her, remind herself of how she got into this mess. Now, more than ever, she wished that Amon would walk in like he had done the first time he saved her. Amon. No, not him. He was last person she really wanted to see. She had put her faith into him and repaid her by seeing only the illusion and not the truth. He had betrayed her in more way than she thought possible. Her knight in a trenchcoat had fallen for the other princess and she was left in the tower, alone, and at death's door. Tears were now freely falling from her eyes and creating a trail down her cheeks. Why did she let herself become so attached? She dug her nails into her scalp, forgetting about physical pain and only concentrating on the emotional wounds.
"Damn you Amon....DAMN YOU!!!!"

Three blocks away, Amon dropped a bag of supplies as his name was screamed from Robin's lips. He heard it clearly but obviously the people around could care less. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as the scream echoed in the streets.
"Robin?" He stared at the front door in front of him, only the scream had seemed furthur away than just a few inches. Something just didn't seem right....