Chapter Two:

"The strange cuts and the Witch of Fear."

Robin's Point of View

I rushed out the door, the beautiful snow falling on my cold rushing body made it hard for me to eat, and drink. I would have thrown it away once I was outside on the usually bustling streets of Japan, and knew since the storm was so bad that Touko wouldn't see me, but I decided to keep it since she works so hard and decided to make me something before she had left the house. Her small gesture of kindness didn't deserve to be simply tossed aside even though my mind rebelled the thought of food at the moment. My mind filled with the thoughts of Amon's scowling once I was late.

The long walk, or should I say run, got disturbingly colder. I took a sip of coffee hoping that it would warm my cold blooded body up. It did, but not for long, so I drank more until there were none left.

A black car headed my way. I prayed for once it would be Amon. It would be worth him scolding at me, I would be able to get out of this freezing snow.

The car was so black that even the snow storm or the dripping ice from my wet, frozen hair couldn't stop me from seeing it. I smiled, hoping, praying it would be Amon. But sadly, it wasn't and my smile disappeared. I walked instead of running. I was to tired to care about the witch anymore and then another black car headed towards me. I didn't even bother to check if it was Amon. The car stopped right next to me. "Robin, common, you're late." And his scolding began. "You're late! You know we NEED to find these witches—." I cut him off. "What are all though's cuts on your neck and hands?" I questioned. The only place you could see the cuts on his hands were where the gloves ended and his jacked didn't go over it. I was sure there were more cuts, they didn't seem to end. "There nothing."

"Well, if they're there, they can't be nothing."

"I said they were nothing. Now stop mentioning it."

Amon turned the car into a parking lot, the place where the STN-J works. They both headed in the door and up the spiral stairs to see Michel on the computer, as always, clicking away, listening to music, eating potato chips. His messy hockey hair, and red glasses just proved he was a genius. "Hello Robin, how are you?" Questioned Michel, checking around Robin's hands to see if she brought any doughnuts, still sitting down.

"I'm alright, thank you."

"We'd better get going. How much information did you find on this new witch Michel?" Grunted Amon

"Not much, only that she strikes down by her opponents by entering their mind and soul. Its called 'The Witch of Fear."

Note: Okay... This is a really small chapter... But It's all I can think of... I'm sorry... I've been really busy lately, and not really in the mood for writing... But oh well.. Live with it.

Dojima: "Hey, it's the second chapter, you promised I would be in by now!"

Ryunosuke (me): Well.. Umm... Uh... See you next time.. ;

Amon: "Hey! Wait! Where's this story going?"

Ryunosuke: "Hell"

Amon: "Uh.."

Ryunosuke: "See yah later" - Kisses Amon then walks away -