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 5: Memories

In the photo he held were two kids, a boy and a girl, who were probably about fourteen, with their arms around each others' waists, and both were grinning like idiots. They wore school uniforms, and the girl was pulling at her skirt. They both had dark eyes and hair, the girl's down to the middle of her back and the boy's was long enough to hang in his eyes and fall over his collar a bit.

Amon sighed and turned towards his sister, wrapping his arms about her shoulders and resting his cheek against her hair. "I don't expect you to believe me," he murmured. "After you tossed me out the window, I ran, but I knew I wouldn't get to Nagira's, so instead I went to Touko's. Her mother opened the door and sat me down in there, and she called Zaizen. He showed up in a few minutes and informed me that the police had found Mom, and that you probably were dead too, but that the witches had escaped and taken your body to do who-knows-what with it. He was kind to me, and he told me he would teach me to hunt the witches that did that to you." He paused, as Angel slowly turned her head into his shoulder. Her eyes had regained some of their focus. She pulled her hands away from the piano and drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as Amon continued.

"I thought he meant I was going to be a cop, and I thought it would be perfect. I quit school, since he said to and they really couldn't teach me anything else anyway. He shipped me off to some training camp in Europe, and I learned to shoot a gun, track movement, and everything else I would need to be a Hunter. By the time I realized that I was going to be a Hunter, I didn't care. I didn't remember you as a witch, and I saw no good in the ones I Hunted. So Hunt I did, without ever really thinking about it. Then came Robin to stir up all kinds of questions…" He opened his eyes and raised them to look at the girl, still speaking to his sister. "She reminded me of you, all quiet and full of secrets I didn't deserve to know. And just when I thought I was beginning to understand her, Zaizen orders me to Hunt her, to kill her.

"But I just couldn't. Every time I tried, at the last minute I would realize I was shooting at a person, not just a witch. So in the end, Headquarters took over the STN-J, and I sent Robin to Nagira, and went into hiding. As I watched from a distance, I realized that Zaizen and his Factory project were in trouble with Headquarters. So after we all got back together, we went to the Factory to confront him. Robin and I got caught when the whole thing self-destructed, and I assume the floor cracked and we fell through into the room where you had been kept, but no one was there when we regained consciousness."

The other Hunters continued to watch in silence, but Amon spoke no more, his eyes now closed. Nobody moved for a few long moments, until Michael's voice came through their communicators. "So, what do we do now?"

They all looked at each other, then at Amon. "It's really up to you," said Miho from the chair.

His eyebrows drew together, but his eyes remained closed. "No, it's not," he said. "What we do depends on whether Angel can forgive me or not."

Angel said nothing for a while, then she slowly turned towards her brother, who released her and they looked into each other's eyes, one pair carefully neutral, the other swimming with conflicting emotions. "I refuse to help you kill innocent people, nor will I cause any harm to anyone." She took a deep breath. Trailing her fingers over the keys, she continued, "I can't just leave my things here, either. I must stay, bad memories or no."

Amon's face began to brighten a bit. "I… well, I could never ask you to be a Hunter, but I think as long as Headquarters doesn't know who or what you are, they probably wont ask questions. I could just move back here, since Nagira still owns the house. Maybe you could be a sort of healer for us, when people get hurt we can bring them to you. What do you say?"

She looked away and chewed her lip, a faint line appearing between her brows. After a few moments, she nodded slowly. Looking back up and searching the faces of the others in the room, she nodded again, with more confidence. "it seems to be the best choice. So long as you keep me out of direct involvement, my conscience should remain clear and my identity secret."