A dark side,

A great power,

Hidden in the darkness because of

A secret that was never meant to be told.

Her Dark Side

Michael examined the piece of hair under the microscope.

"I should be able to get a DNA match," he said. He put it in the DNA scan and turned it on. Just as he did so, Amon's communicator rang.

"Hello, Doujima. Did you find anything out? I see. Thank you. You may go home." He hung up on her and turned to Michael and Sakaki. "There have been no immigrants or visitors in Tokyo for the past month. The witch we are looking for has been in Tokyo for quite sometime."

"Maybe the witch came here illegally," Sakaki said. "Is that possible?"

"It's not very likely," Amon explained. Michael gasped at his computer. "What is it?"

"I found a match for the DNA, but it doesn't make any sense at all."

"Whose is it?" Sakaki asked.

"The DNA belongs to...Robin."

"But that's impossible! Why would Robin..." Sakaki said. Amon thought to himself. Maybe her true intentions are starting to show. At that moment, Karasuma came in the room. She could sense tension in the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Where is Robin?" Amon asked.

"She's coming. She decided to take the stairs instead. Is there something wrong? Have you found out who the witch is?"

"We have a suspect," Michael explained. "We think that it might be Robin."

"What?"

"I couldn't believe it either, but there is a lot of evidence against her," Sakaki explained. "The witch we are tracking has been here for over a month. We also found her hair at the scene of the crime. And besides that, she hasn't been herself lately."

"I have something to tell you," Karasuma started to explain. "Today when we went to see that lady, she said that the girl she saw looked like Robin, except for her hair. She said the hair was down and darker. She also said that the witch dressed differently."

"Do you think that Robin is innocent?" Amon asked.

"I don't know what to think," Karasuma said. The others couldn't believe it either. Even Amon was finding it hard to believe. Still, he wanted to take precautions.

"You three can go now. I'll handle the rest of the work," Amon said.

"What about Robin?" Sakaki asked.

"I'll talk to her. You three get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." Sakaki and Karasuma went down the elevator while Michael retired to his chamber.

"Take care, buddy," Michael said before closing the door. Amon went to his desk and opened the drawer. He grabbed his Orbo gun out and unloaded the shells. He replaced them with duller colored bullets. He put the gun in his gun coaster just as Robin walked into the room.

"Oh, Amon, you scared me. I didn't expect to see you up here this late." She went to her desk to put away her gear. Amon got up and walked behind her. "Have you found out who the witch is?"

"We have an idea."

"Good, I have a bad feeling about this one." Amon put his gone to her back.

"I do, too," he said. Robin started to turn around. "Don't turn around. Put your hands where I can see them." She raised her hands in the air.

"Amon, what are you doing?" she asked as he handcuffed her arms behind her back.

"I have to take precautions." He turned her around and put his gun right at her heart. "Listen to me carefully. I don't want you making any sudden moves. This Orbo won't kill you. One bullet will just take your powers away temporarily. Believe me, it will hurt like hell. But if I shoot three bullets into your heart, it will kill you painfully and slowly. Let's go."

He led her down to the well in the basement. He pressed a button that opened a secret passageway.

"Down the stairs." He pushed her down and led her down a path that went deeper and deeper into the ground. They finally reached a wooden door with bars for a window. He opened it with a set of rusty old keys and pushed her in. He took the handcuffs of and led her to the wall. "Hands in the air." She did so. He secured her wrists in the rusty chains. Then he moved down to the shackles for her ankles. He grabbed on last iron connected to the wall and placed her neck in it. "That should hold you for the time being. And without your glasses, you won't be able to cut through the irons."

"Amon, why are you doing this?" she asked. He turned around to face her. She expected to see his usual cold look, but instead saw sadness in his eyes. It was almost like this hurt him to see her like this.

"This cell is reserved to hold suspected dangerous witches. Zaizen told me if your powers ever turned on us, I should lock you up down her for a while before I handed you over to the Factory. The body we found had a piece of hair that matched your DNA. Until we can prove that another witch is behind this, you must remain down her." He walked to the door but stopped for one more glance at her. "I hoped that this wouldn't happen, Robin. I can't bring myself to believe that you would kill someone. I will make sure that I find that I find the witch that is doing this." With that, he locked the door and walked away.

"Amon, I'm sorry that I've caused you so much pain." She hadn't realized it before, but she had fallen in love with him. She couldn't bear to see him in pain. "I won't move from this spot. I will wait for you."

After about three hours, a girl walked over to the well. She found the button to open it and then headed downstairs. She finally reached Robin's cell. She looked in and saw that Robin was asleep. The door opened by itself and the girl walked in.

"Hey, are you awake?" she said. "Snap out of it." She nudged Robin awake. Robin got a good look at the girl. She wore black slacks, black boots, and a black turtle neck shirt. Over the shirt she wore a red overcoat. She also wore black finger opened gloves. But she wasn't shocked until she saw her face. Besides the darker golden brown hair that rested on her shoulders, her face was identical to Robin's. Even the eyes looked the same. She must have been dreaming. "This isn't happening, right?"

"How did you know I was thinking that?" Robin asked.

"You're so readable, Robin. But then again, I should know what you are thinking." The girl started laughing. "I suppose you want those shackles off, don't you?" With that, the shackles broke. Robin rubbed her wrists and neck then looked at the girl.

"Do I know you?" asked Robin.

"No, we have never met, but I do know you. You are Robin Sena, age 15. You were born in Japan, but your mother died after your birth. You spent your entire life training under Father Juliano of Rome, Italy. Until you moved to Japan, you spent your life in a monastery. You were sent here to help hunt witches for STN-J. You use your power of fire to capture witches that have abused their powers. Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Raven Sena."

"What? Oh, you must be a cousin or something."

"No, Robin. I'm not surprised you don't know. Not many people know of my existence. I am your twin sister." Robin couldn't believe it. There was no way. How could she have a sister? "Have you heard of Project Devil's Child? That is how you were brought into this world. Toudo, our father, was an STN-J scientist. He wanted to prove that the power of witches could be passed on through science. He also wanted to make the most powerful witch in the world. That is how he met our mother, Maria. He used genetics to make the most powerful witch the world has ever known. He knew he would be famous if the experiment succeeded. But something went wrong. During conception, the egg split and instead of one witch he got two. Poor mother, if it would've have been one baby, then she might have survived. But then you came out. She gave her life so we could live."

"So, you've come here to kill witches."

"Actually, I've been here for almost six weeks. I've been tracking you, Robin. Meanwhile, I've been protecting the innocent. That man that I killed last night deserved it. He tried to kill innocent people with his powers. He tried to kill me, too. I used telekinesis to stop him." She put her hand out and slammed the door shut. "I've been searching for you, Robin. I want to see which witch is stronger." She waved her hand and Robin went flying back into the wall.

"I have to stop her," Robin whispered as she grabbed her glasses. Robin threw fire at Raven, but she blocked it with her hand. Her hand smoked as she looked at it.

"Ouch, that hurt," she said. "I guess you are more powerful than I thought." Robin threw another blast of fire at her. Raven reflected it without using her hands. "My turn." She put her hand up and Robin went flying across the room. As she moved her hand up and down, Robin hit the ceiling then the floor. "This is too easy." She laughed as Robin was lifted in the air. She curled her hand as if she was grabbing something. Robin felt like she was being strangled. "The great witch hunter Robin can't even hold her sister off. Witches are stronger."

At that moment, a bullet hit Raven's hand. Robin fell to the ground, coughing for air. Raven turned around as she clenched her hand in pain. "What the hell? Who are you?"

"Step away from the girl," Amon said as he pointed the gun strait at her. "Unless you want one in your heart." She growled at him then looked at Robin.

"Hmm, my luck has run out," Raven said as she put her hands up. Amon walked towards her with a pair of handcuffs. Robin, finally catching her breath, yelled at Amon.

"Watch out!" With him close enough, she waved her hand and sent him flying into a wall. She ran towards the door, but Amon was hot on her heels. Just as he reached the door, it slammed shut. He tried to force it open, but it wouldn't budge.

"Have fun in jail. Don't worry. We will meet again. Maybe even sooner than you think," Raven laughed as she ran down the dark corridor. Amon pounded on the door in frustration. He couldn't believe he let her get away. What bothered him more was that he thought that maybe Robin was the one who killed that man. He walked over to Robin who was still having troubles trying to breath.

"At least we know who the witch is," she gasped.

"Don't talk. You need to rest," he said. He held her in her arms as she gasped for breath. She finally gave in and closed her eyes. For a second, Amon was worried. He checked her pulse and smiled. "Always trying to scare me to death." He picked her up and walked back up to the old well.