POST-SERIES

Amon and Robin somehow escape from the Factory, under very strange circumstances. But then, some of Amon's past begins to come out as a mysterious witch, called the Angel, falls into the STN-J's crosshairs...

Nature's Folly

WARNING: POST-SERIES

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Chapter 2: Questions

"Okay, so why is Amon acting all weird about it then? Nothing else has ever really seemed to bother him." Dojima scratched her head as she frowned at Nagira. The others all watched him expectantly, but for Miho, who was still looking out the door where Amon had hurried out a moment before. She had sensed a flood of conflicting emotions all around him, and none of them were happy.

Nagira sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. "I don't know how much I should tell you guys about this, so I guess I'll just not name names." He closed his eyes briefly, gathering his thoughts. "Until about ten years ago, there was this family that lived in that house. There was a mother, and her two children. Twins, really; a boy and a girl. They were complete opposites, but exactly the same at the same time. The girl was so beautiful, and she loved music. She played her piano whenever she could. Had she wanted to, she could have gotten rich off her musical talents. She sang, played, wrote, and simply lived for music. Everyone loved her, you just couldn't help it. Her twin was a bit more withdrawn, his talents and interests being in computers, words, and logic. He started learning to hack not long after they started school. A real wiz kid, he was. Anyway…"

He paused a moment as his expression turned to one of bitterness. The whole group leaned in, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, these twins were always together, almost seeming to be two parts of one whole, superior being of some sort. Too good to be true, right? Their mom ended up being a witch. Her powers awakened right in front of them, and they were destructive. The girl's powers answered, healing some of the damage, but the boy, he was pretty traumatized by the whole thing. Both of them grew away from their mom. They were twelve or thirteen at that time. They really became anchors for each other, though the boy feared the awakening of his powers, not wanting to harm his sister, or anyone else. He didn't even think of her as a witch.

"Some time passed, with things with their mom getting worse all the time. Then something happened when they were sixteen, and their mom went nuts. This drew the attention of the witch hunters. They stormed the house at night, killing the mom. The boy somehow escaped, but he found his sister's room empty, with blood spread everywhere. Her body was never found." Nagira stopped then, covering his face with his hands once more, weariness showing in the slump of his shoulders.

"Well?" prodded Robin. "What happened to the boy?"

"He became a witch hunter…" he mumbled from behind his hands. "He basically died with his twin. That boy doesn't exist anymore."

No one spoke for a long time, not knowing what to say. Perhaps there was nothing to say. Eventually, Nagira stood.

"I guess we'd better check it out, huh? We owe it to that family not to just let this cult thing stay in their house." He walked out, and looked around. As he expected, Amon was nowhere to be found. He decided they'd all be better off leaving him out of the whole thing as much as possible.

Two hours later…

Karasuma and Sakaki walked arm in arm along a residential street. They casually stopped in front of a certain house. Miho's eyes widened as she took in the scene.

Robin, borrowing Nagira's binoculars, focused in on the pair, walking as though they were just some lovers out for a stroll. She was sitting in a car, parked in front of another house about a block away. When she saw them hesitate, she shifted her view to the driveway and gasped.

There, kneeling on the concrete, was a child of about four. She was dressed in a simple white sundress, her fine black hair tied back with a pink ribbon. She was covered with multicolored chalk dust. She could have been any little girl, if not for the designs she was putting all over the front of the house.

Every one of the symbols were wardings, against entrance and evil. As the watchers stood transfixed, she put on the finishing touches, whispered a few words, and retreated behind the invisible barrier. Then she looked up, meeting the eyes of all three of the hunters. Her eyes were the same raven black as her hair, and in her fair face seemed much too large and wise. She seemed to know exactly why they were there, along with every sin any one of them had ever committed. Her sober expression did not change, though, and she turned and walked into the house, closing the door and locking it.

Haruto shuddered off the chill the child's eyes had caused, and started guiding Miho away from the house, a bit faster than they had come. She was still watching the house, her face troubled. All the shutters were closed tightly, and the roof needed some serious attention, along with the paint. It did not look like anyone was living there at all, but for the chalk all over the front yard, the grass of which had run wild.

"What on earth would a little girl be doing there, and why was she putting shields up around the place?" Miho muttered to him. "And those eyes… what was it about her eyes that seemed familiar?" Their eyes met and if either of them had any idea, they did not speak of it.

"Well, that was weird. You guys see anything other than the kid?" Michael's voice came through their communicators. As they got in the car with Robin and an oddly silent Nagira, they turned on the visual to find him shoving popcorn into his mouth. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well, looks to me like we're gonna have to just raid the place." Haruto shrugged. "We definitely have to have Robin do something about the barrier, and we need all the manpower we can get, not knowing how many witches there are in there."

"We should probably get it over with as soon as possible," said Robin. "That girl probably realized what we're doing, and if she did, we can't give them time to prepare. Those wards were not made by a beginner, and who knows how strong the others are."

"Is Amon going to be up to this? He seemed pretty weirded-out just from the address."

"He'll do it." Nagira straightened out of his slump and started the car. "He wouldn't want anyone in that house, especially not a bunch of witches."

"Alright, then. Is it on for tonight?"

The group nodded.