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"Robin! Robin, wake up!"

Warm arms embraced her aching body. Burns seared up and down every limb, encasing her in fiery pain. Slowly she opened one eye.

Amon held her in a sitting position, softly saying her name over and over. When he noticed she was awake, his mouth twitched in satisfaction and he rested her against the wall behind her.

Robin flinched as the cool bricks brushed her burns. Her clothes were charred black, just like the rest of her. She groaned.

"Good to see you're awake," Amon said in his usual monotone. "What happened in there? One minute you're off to take a blood sample, and the next you've caught the entire holding area on fire. What in the world made you lose control?"

"I…I don't know," she muttered. Amon's cloak was scorched as well, and though he kept his hands tucked out of sight, she could still see the burn marks that covered them "Amon…did you come in to save me?"

The hunter showed no sign of emotion; just looked at her through icy blue eyes. "I could not leave a fellow hunter to die," he said simply. He absently brushed ashes off his long cloak. Robin looked down at her ash-blackened hands, hoping that her coworker wouldn't pierce her again with his blue eyed stare.

Black twilight shrouded the alleyway behind the holding area, giving it an eerie luminance. Amon was just a faint silhouette against the dark sky. Robin shrunk away from him, cradling her burned forearm to her chest.

Abruptly Amon turned to face her. "Robin, tell me the truth. Were you the one who started that fire?"

She stiffened. The only memories she could call forth were shattered and indistinct. Fire. Everywhere. Borealis. Burning. Crumbling. Screaming. KILL!

"No!" Robin clutched at her head. The savage word echoed through her mind. She could remember fire…consuming everything.

I took a human life.

Amon was crouched down before her. "No? No what?"

"NO!"

"ROBIN!" Strong hands grasped her shoulders, sending a searing pain shooting throughout her being. Amon's fingers dug into her skin as he desperately tried to make her respond in a way that made sense. "Robin, for God's sake, answer me!"

Away! Away! Get your hands off me! Fire! KILL!

The thoughts screamed through her head, once again drowning out her sanity. Without her consent, her hands shot up, shoving Amon away. The hunter stumbled back, holding an arm over his now smoldering chest. Robin's hands were ablaze, lighting up the night.

Don't touch me!

"Robin, why are you doing this?!" Amon's eyes seemed just as bright as the flames that licked the huntress's fingertips. "Why do you wish to kill all of a sudden?! I know that the STN-J has had to dispose of the witches itself ever since the factory was destroyed, but you were hardly ever the one doing the killing!" [A/N; in my fic, the factory was destroyed by a previous witch, so the STN-J had to change its policy to killing the witches itself. I had to do it to make the story fit together. :-P Besides: what the heck does the factory do anyway?! It never tells us!!!]

Though his words were angry, Amon's voice and disposition were the same as always; calm, collected, and mysterious. This made Robin's uncontrolled rage burn even more intensely.

Why AM I doing this…?

This thought broke through the blinding anger. The fire dwindled and faded into nothingness. Robin felt empty. Her every muscle shook and her world spun wildly around her.

"Amon, what's happening to me?" A slight tremor shook her voice If it hadn't been for the wall behind her, she would have collapsed to the pavement.

Amon slowly got to his feet. "That's what I was trying to figure out," he said quietly. His footsteps were soft, but they resounded in Robin's head like thunder.

"My…head…"

The hunter knelt beside her once more. "Shh, it will be alright." His left hand reached under his coat, tightening on the gun of orbo bullets he always carried. Deft fingers swept over the cool metal of the weapon, checking for ammunition and pulling back the hammer. It was a slight but noticeable movement. However, Robin was too fixated on his face to notice. Sweat streamed down her forehead and into her eyes, blurring her already cloudy vision even more. But it wasn't his looks that entranced her; not this time.

Do I see pain in those eyes…?

Amon pressed himself against her, using his body to shield the fact that he was raising the weapon to her neck. "You don't have to worry, Robin," he murmured. His finger squeezed. The trigger clicked. And Robin plunged into darkness.

"Everything…will…be…FINE."

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I hope you liked it!!! R&R!! And just fyi, the chapters won't be coming every day…sorry! I just like to have at least 2 chapters on every fic. I have about 6 to work on right now, so cut me some slack! :-P