Author's note: Um... so the next word that could head the chapter was Fight'. And yes... for an instant while thinking about f' words that one did cross my mind. I nearly spewed my coffee all over my computer.

Oh, and someone asked me to designate who is who when talking. I thought it was fairly clear, but just to be sure Robin is plain text and Amon is italicized... duh! :) Also, I intend on only doing these two - keeps things simple. So no other voices... sorry. However, I am adding a bit of background.

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Questions 6:

Amon?

-Yes?

How long are we going to stay here?

-Until Harry gives us the all clear.

It's been a week.

-Bored?

A little.

-Robin?

Yes.

-Don't turn around.

Why?

-Do you remember the man we encountered on the subway?

Yes.

-He's been following us.

Do you think he is a part of Solomon?

-No.

How can you tell?

-He's too ill dressed.

A common witch?

-Perhaps.

Why would he be following us then?

-I don't know. And I'm not sure how to handle this.

What do you mean?

-When we were with the others, we sent the witches to the Factory.

But now we're on our own.

-Yes.

Perhaps we could just talk to them?

-If their intentions are only to talk. Which I doubt.

Why do you say that?

-He's been glaring at us for the last four blocks.

Oh. How do we proceed then?

-It's nearly dark. Wait till we reach the park.

Then?

-We will have to confront him head on. We don't have the team to support us this time so it is best to stay together.

And then what?

-I'm not sure.

(Sound of crunching footsteps)

Um, Amon?

-Run!

Should I put my glasses on now?

-That might be a good idea.

What is his craft?

(Trees start groaning and moving. A branch bends to knock the gun from Amon's hand)

-Perhaps the park wasn't such a good idea.

That may be a first for you. He seems to be able to manipulate wood.

-Robin.

I know.

(The trees begin bending and weaving their branches together, fencing the two in. They dodge the ridged lances thrown at all angles.)

Amon!

-Burn it, Robin!

Wait! (Leaps out of the way of another spear.) You! We aren't here to hunt you!

-Robin, he won't listen to you!

I have to try!

-Just burn it!

(Robin screams as a branch catches her in the shoulder.)

-Robin!

I'm alright. Just... don't make me do this!

(The witch only glares and the trees groan.)

-He's beyond reason. He doesn't care about humans. Damn it, Robin! Do it!

(Flames begin eating holes in the fence of trees. The witch, eyes glazed in a strange frenzy, charges directly at Robin.)

Please... don't do this.

(The witch is consumed in fire and vanishes in one last scream.)

-Are you alright?

Yes. And no.

-How is your shoulder?

Fine, but...

-He was one of them.

Solomon?

-No, those who only prey on the weak.

But he was still a witch. One like me.

-No, Robin. You are the only one like you. Do not believe you can save them now that you know what and why you were created.

You make it sound like I'm a thing, not a person.

-You are, and you are not.

That doesn't make sense.

-You are possibly the new breed of witch, but you are still a child.

I'm fifteen!

-And I'm twenty-five. And we still do not know what makes you so different from the others.

Amon...

-Come, lets get back and take care of your shoulder.

Right.

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Laaaa... I've forgotten who her father' was. Anyone remember? And the deal with Robin being the god' of witches? Too much grammar studying!!! Evil!!! I forgot to go to a night class today! Eeek!

So, in this fic style, I'm aiming for minimum is maximum.