Thanks for the review. Yes it is Methuselah wow bet you went expecting it to be her. This fic takes place before loaded guns. So about episode 13.
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guess you could say anima is in the situation like that guy who could
melt the colours off the light bulbs. Oh yes and im using Australian
spelling AKA proper English. So don't complain to me in one
chapter saying I spelt litre wrong. I've had that happen before.
Anyway on with the fic.
woops i dont own witch hunter robin
Hunted
Chapter one.
Anima looked around the area, confused. There wasn't anybody here. They couldn't be hiding anywhere, the space was bare. Just a paved allotment between two massive sheds. Sighing she walked back to the main road to tell the lady he wasn't there. She was no where to be seen.
Anima growled angrily and stomped back to where the boy "should" have been. 'I'll wait five minutes and if no one shows up I'll leave.'
Five minutes passed and Anima sat down deciding that she'd wait a little longer. Still no one came.
"Screw this!" She started to get up and walk away when a hand clamped down on her shoulder. Anima gave a small scream in surprise and whipped around. A man in his twenties was doubled over with his hands clasped over his ears as if in pain. Across the road a car alarm went off, and in the distance a dog could be heard howling.
Her ears were ringing and the noise seemed to echo around her. Anima shook the man's shoulders. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call and ambulance?"
Eventually the ringing faded leaving an uneasy silence hanging in the air. Anima jerked back as the man took his hands away from his ears and fell to his knees. His face was shiny with sweat and he was shaking slightly.
Anime crouched down next to him. "Sir, are you sick? Does that happen to you often? Where do you live?" She asked in a jumbled string of words. The man sat back and wiped his brow.
Anima continued to watch him concerned. She had no idea what to do in these situations. She was training to become a teacher, not a doctor.
"Shit," he muttered, "you should be careful witch."
Anima blinked in surprise, then narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? Witch, that's pretty rude considering I'm trying to help you here."
The man leaned back and lazily looked her up and down. "You just awakened, didn't you?"
This guy was obviously nuts. "I don't have time for this; you might want to check yourself into the insane asylum on your way home." Anima stood up and walked off.
"I'm not crazy, but if you don't watch your back you're going to get into trouble!" She rolled her eyes and started to walk around the corner, not looking back.
"They'll hunt you down!"
"Fucking loony," she muttered, crossing the road. She got halfway before stopping in her tracks as a black van came hurtling towards her. It screeched to a stop in front of her. The back lifted up and eight men jumped out wearing white radiation suits.
"What the hell?" She backed away as the men started walking towards her. She turned and ran back towards where the crazy man was sitting; he was no where in sight.
"Help m-" She was cut off as someone clamped their hand over her mouth.
"She's harmless now give her a shot and we'll take her to the factory."
Anima's eyes widened and she started kicking and struggling. Still the man held tight.
Another man came towards her holding a syringe filled with a dark green liquid. He was about to stick it in her arm when a wave of goose bumps washed over her. She shuddered trying to get rid of the feeling. The man holding her shuddered as well, however, Anima was distracted by the men pointing guns at her to notice.
"What the hell, where did they come from?" The man holding the syringe questioned.
Roughly eight men stood in front of them all dressed in black, pointing semi automatic weapons at them.
A strange fog started to fill the area until she couldn't even see her feet. Then the guns went off. Everyone hit the ground and Anima used the opportunity to make her escape.
Keeping low to the ground she ran away from the man that was holding her. Anima looked around trying to see where she was going but the fog was too thick. The guns continued to fire. She walked slowly with her arms outstretched until she felt the cool metal of the shed. Using it as a guide walked alongside the wall never letting go of it. Then the shots stopped.
Something behind her creaked and she froze. Then a hand covered her mouth, another arm wrapped around her waist and she was dragged backwards into the shed. The door sliding shut silently behind her and clicked. Locking Anima inside with her captor.
"Not as crazy as you thought I was," a voice whispered into her ear, tickling her and making her want to squirm.
Anima's breath caught in her throat. It was the crazy man.
The arm wrapped around her squeezed tighter crushing her back against him, Anima whimpered in fright.
"Sh, now I'm going to let you go, but you have to promise you won't scream, or else the men outside will know exactly where we are." Anima nodded slowly and she slipped out of the man's grasp.
Anima looked around. The shed appeared to be a giant studio, there were two floors, the bottom floor looked like half of it was used as an art studio the other half someone's home. Up the stairs she guessed the area was used as a bedroom.
There was almost no light apart from the few beams of sunlight that filtered through a grimy skylight. The place was bordering on looking like a serial killers home and Anima shuddered involuntarily.
She turned back towards the man. "Who are you and why were those men after me?"
He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair. Walking over to a table he pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing for her to also sit.
"My name is Dante and I don't know who those men are but I do know that they capture witches and take them away, and you don't ever see them again."
"Why were they after me?" Anima asked sitting down across from Dante.
"You're a witch, just like me," he said smiling grimly speculating her with his dark blue eyes.
Anima furrowed her brow. "How can I be a witch, I would know if I was one!" She thumped her fist on the table angrily. "This is bullshit, you're bullshit, and the men out there," she gestured at the door, "are bullshit! Now tell me the truth!"
Dante's eyes narrowed and Anime got goose bumps again. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. When she opened her eyes she found herself sitting at the table by herself in the middle of a forest.
Slowly she got up and walked around the table. This is impossible. She kicked the chair and it clattered across the grass. "This is impossible!" She yelled.
She felt a weight drop onto her shoulders. She looked at them and there was nothing on them. "Now do you believe me?" The voice whispered in her ear.
Anima spun around only to meet air. An invisible hand tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "Where are you?" she asked her voice dangerously low.
"Right here behind you," the voice whispered. A pair of warm hands slipped under her shirt and rubbed up and down her sides. Anima watched terrified as her shirt slowly started to ride up and she felt invisible hands roam her stomach.
The hands left her stomach and came to rest on her shoulders again. She could hear the voice chuckling as she pulled her shirt back down. "Please stop it." Anima begged. The forest slowly faded and the shed reappeared. She let out a sigh of relief then froze she could still feel the weight on her shoulders. Slowly she turned around to meet Dante with a cocky smile on his face.
"You have a lot of tension in your shoulders. I can get rid of that if you want," he said suggestively.
Anima gasped. "That was you doing that?"
His face fell as his offer was ignored. "Yeah, it was me outside as well. I can create illusions."
Anima took a step towards Dante closing the gap between them. Looking up at him she took his hands. "Those hands…" She murmured running her hands over his wrists and palms. The she lifted her leg and kneed him hard in the groin. "You're sick!"
Dante fell to his knees grasping himself. "You're beautiful," he choked out.
"You have no tact!" she cried walking towards the door.
"You have no sense if you go out there, they will find you." Anima stopped short and growled in frustration.
"What am I meant to do? I have a life, I have a job I have half of an apartment."
Dante staggered off to a fridge and pulled out a bag of frozen vegetables. He staggered to the sofa and sat down wincing as he placed the bag on the tender spot.
"Forget it, you're a witch now."
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