Hey guys its me I'm taking a break from putting out any new stories since I wanted to revise my first two. I now have my word processor back yeahness which means I have spell check. Alas I am now with out a beta reader but I hope I am doing a good job on my own now seeing how I can now read the chapters again and see where I messed up on some parts and all that good stuff. There's not to much change but well just enough to make it flow a lot easier. So sit back and enjoy cause as soon as the revisal for this story is done Picking Up The Piecies of a Broken life is next on the revisial list before I write the third installment to this well yeah series I guess is the best word to discribe it.
Witch Hunter Robin
Rebuilding from the rubble
Chapter 1
A new beginning
A fanfict by Prospero53223
The Factory had fallen and all but Robin and Amon had escaped…or so the other members of the STN-J thought.
From a cliff about a mile away, Father Juliano had watched the Factory fall and called in one more ambulance. This ambulance did not work for any of the local fire departments or private ambulance companies, this one belonged to SOLOMON Headquarters. The paramedics on board were sent to find Robin and Amon, dead or alive.
When Robin and Amon were found amongst the rubble dead might have been better off.
Doujima, the spy HQ who was sent in to the STN-J, was the only one who knew of her friends' statuses. Her orders were to keep quiet and if anyone asked about the other two's well being, her answer would be that Robin and Amon were dead. If and only if they survived was she allowed to inform Amon's brother, Nagira, of his and Robin's .
condition
The ambulance rushed through the night carrying Amon and Robin. They both had to be transported by life flight to a hospital, the same one Amon had been in once before. This hospital, like the ambulance and life flight helicopter, belonged to SOLOMON as well. No one outside of HQ knew this place existed…except the unlucky hunters that were sent here.
The ER Doctors worked feverishly in both trauma rooms as they tried to repair Amon and Robin's broken bodies. Amon, along with the Orbo bullet in his shoulder, had sustained some head trauma, a collapsed lung, a few broken ribs and some internal bleeding.
Even with the gunshot wound to his shoulder, the doctors couldn't understand at first why his chest and abdomen was soaked in blood…That was until Robin arrived, her injuries were much more severe. Internal and external bleeding from the ears and nose. No spinal fluid was found, which was a good sign but not one that could be celebrated. Robin's CAT SCAN showed massive swelling around her brain. Her right leg was shattered if she lived, Robin would need months of physical therapy. After being worked on which to the doctors seemed like hours Amon finally woke up in the trauma room.
"Where's Robin?" was the first question that escaped Amon's mouth.
"She's fine. Our staff is doing all they can to help her." Amon heard one doctor say.
The dark hunter turned his head, he was able to see Robin through the glass on the double doors leading to the other room. She looked so horrible…so hurt and…so near death that Amon felt tears swell up in his eyes.
He started to question himself. " Why? Why couldn't I pull her to safety? Why did you have to stand there? I promised to be your watch dog, to protect you and to kill you if your powers ever took control over you. Why didn't I tell you even as the FACTORY fell all around us how I feel about you?"
Amon soon noticed a figure in Robin's trauma room, standing over her. This person was not a doctor, it was…Father Juliano reading Robin her last rights? Why though? The doctors were still working on her, she wasn't dead.
"No Robin, don't die. Please don't die!" Amon begged Robin's slumbering form.
"Nurse. Let's get a privacy screen up." The doctor had ordered causing Amon to raise his voice a bit.
"What? No!"
"Sir its for the best. Nurse, the privacy screen please." The doctor repeated the order as Amon watched Robin for a few brief moments while the nurse placed the portable white privacy screen up.
"Please don't die Robin… I love you." Amon whispered quietly.
"Okay, let's roll and get him to the OR." The doctor barked while Amon laid there and said nothing His arm stretched out in Robin's direction as they rolled him out of the trauma room and to the elevators for surgery. Amon even silently prayed for his own death while in the elevator if Robin died while they operated on her.
Both of them were in surgery for hours, Robin's was the longest though and was brought to post operative ward eight hours later. Amon had refused to leave the ward until he saw that Robin came out alive. The nurses humored him as did his doctor and had Robin's gurney placed at the station right next to his.
Father Juliano sat beside Robin, his only grandchild and living relative, holding her small pale hand while watching the monitors that showed her vitals. Her blood pressure and heart rate were too low so she was on a respirator to help Robin breathe. The old man then turned his head up and looked at Amon with tears in his aged eyes.
"They don't know if she'll make it through the night." Father Juliano's voice cracked when he spoke.
Amon nodded and looked over in Robin's direction. Her hair was down from its unusual pigtails she wore. The nurses also cleaned all the dry blood up from Robin's body before bringing her into surgery. She looked so beautiful and innocent just lying there sleeping…All Amon could think was how Robin looked just like an angel…his angel on the brink of death. He then turned his attention onto Robin's monitors. The image of peace the angelic fire witch gave did not match her vital signs by a long shot. It was as if Robin, in her peaceful state, was still in pain and reliving the last few moments in the Factory.
Amon reached out for Robin's hand and was able to grab her middle and ring fingers this time. Father Juliano watched in amazed silence and saw as his granddaughters vitals slowly return to normal.
"They say..." The nurse looked down over at Amon as she noted both sets of vitals in their charts. " That people in a coma or in a drugged sleep can hear the voices of their friends and loved ones talking to them."
"Thanks." Amon told the nurse as she walked back to the nurses station. Father Juliano then got up and followed suit as he prepared to leave for the night.
"Father Juliano...." Amon said in shock as he watched Robin's grandfather prepare to leave.
"No Amon, it's best I leave. I'll come back in the morning and talk to Robin then." Father Juliano then paused for a moment to put on his coat and hat.
"Besides, it is times like these that people tell their true feelings to one another and I'm sure you don't want an audience."
With that Father Juliano exited the room leaving Amon alone with Robin. He still had a hold of her fragile, colorless fingers, looking at her and trying to figure out what to say but nothing came to mind... After awhile, he figured he'd just talk to Robin as if she were awake, but a bit more open. It wasn't as if she was going to remember right?
"Robin...." He drew a blank and sighed in disgust with himself. "This is stupid. In the ER, I was able to say what I felt while you were a room away with doctors working all around us and Father Juliano..." Amon paused again as he realized his voice was choking up on him as it filled with the emotions he tried to hold back. "I don't know if you can even hear me but I hope you can. I hope you were able to hear me when we were back in the ER because I meant every word. I don't want you to die and Father Juliano said they don't know if you'll make it through the night," Amon's tears flowed more freely now since he stopped trying to fight them back.
"Damn them!" He thought. "Damn the doctors and the nurses, they don't know me. They never worked with Robin, saw her kindness, her smile. The way her honey gold hair shined in the sun. They never saw how frightened she was when those she worked with at Headquarters marked her for the hunt. They never held a gun at her or shot at her, helped plan her capture and escape. They weren't there when Robin learned the truth of her birth how she came to be brought into this world, an experiment… How she stood in Zaizen's office, learning why she was called the Devil's Child. How she stood there in the Factory, having to cover her ears to try and block out the agonizing screams of the captured witches and then set their liquid filled tube prison on fire. They didn't watch her give up and just stand there as the Factory fell…" Amon then realized they were only a mere foot away from freedom when Robin gave in.
It had also dawned on Amon that his actions made him just as responsible for making Robin feel so alone, that she felt death was her only answer…her only way out. It didn't even register in Amon's mind when he stood in the spare room of Nagira's office where Robin slept. He remembered standing there, pointing a gun at Robin telling her the only reason why he saved her was because of the letter she had gotten from Father Juliano that he had read before she even got the chance to. Robin didn't fight him, she had every right to but chose not to.
"I trust in your heart Amon." He remembered the innocent girl telling him that as she just stood there… waiting…taking the chance that he may or may not pull the trigger.
"But why though?" His thoughts continued to race though his head. "How could she trust me after everything that has happened?" Amon raised his free hand and placed it over his eyes and sobbed a bit more, his guilt getting the best of him.
"I'm sorry Robin I'm so sorry you trusted me I'm sorry." Amon said when he started to feel something… a slight squeeze. It was weak but noticeable from Robin's hand. It couldn't be though, she was comatose. He had to have imagined it. Sure enough though, it was Robin squeezing Amon's hand. She had heard him. He then pressed the buzzer to call the nurse so that he was not the only witness to Robin's movement.
"Yes, what is it?" The nurse asked as she walked over to where Amon and Robin were.
"I think she's waking up." The nurse looked down and saw that Robin's hand was moving and she smiled.
"I'll be back with her doctor." The nurse said as she left and catching t Robin's doctor just as he was leaving for the night. He too had a smile on his face and did a quick little check on Robin to make sure the movement that Robin was making was purposeful.
"Good, this is very good." The doctor said with a grin.
"How? I don't get, it is she awake?" Amon asked, hope in his spirit.
"Not yet, but soon hopefully." The doctor replied.
"How soon doctor?" Amon asked hoping to hear something other then what the doctor had given him for an answer.
"That we don't know its up to her."
The doctor said as he wrote some new orders for Robin that would take her off the respirator before she was moved to a private room. The doctor also made sure that Robin's room was right next to Amon's. For some reason, call it a gut instinct on the doctor's part, but he believed that Amon was truly the best medicine Robin could get at this point in time. After the doctor left and the nurse went back to speak with Amon.
"Sir I'm sorry but we are going to have to move you to a room now. We can't put it off any longer." Amon nodded his head in response and the nurse left to get his paper work. Amon then turned his attention back to his Robin.
"Robin, I know you can hear me so you need to listen closely to what I am about to say. I have to go now, the nurses need the space so I have to let go of your hand." Robin gave Amon's hand another squeeze as her vitals were starting to climb up again.
"Robin listen, I know you are stronger than this and you need to stay strong. I'll be right down the hall. They'll be moving you soon and right across from my room, I promise."
Amon then let go of Robin's hand for a moment and kissed his own before grabbing a hold of her hand once again.
"I'll see you in the morning...." He paused for a moment then brought himself to tell Robin how he felt this time while in ear shot. "I love you."
Amon then let go of Robin's hand for the last time that night as he was being wheeled off to his hospital room.
Robin, it seemed, did listen to what Amon told her and stayed strong. Her vitals, everything seemed to have stabilized in the early hours of the morning. She was taken off her respirator and breathing on her own when they wheeled Robin to her new room.
By the time Amon was up and done with the doctors that morning, he couldn't have been more relieved to see that Robin had made it through the night. She was still in a coma, but she was improving. Father Juliano had even stopped by as promised and brought Robin a little CD player.
"I thought you might like to have this so you could hear that CD of yours that Bradley had burned for you back home. I talked with her today. You know, she misses you and hopes you wake up soon. Dave, as usual, wants me to tell you to stop being such a wimp and get up. Your friends always did seem to have a strange sense of humor."
Father Juliano then got up and placed Robin's CD in the little CD player and turned it on. The volume was low but Robin in her comatose state seemed to smile when she heard her favorite opera La Vita Nuova being played.
"I have to go now. Get well and we'll be able to go back to Italy soon."
Father Juliano then bent down and gave Robin a light kiss on the forehead and started to head out when he almost bumped right into Amon.
"Sorry about that." Father Juliano said as he looked at Amon.
"No it is my fault Father." Amon apologized.
Father Juliano smiled and stood outside Robin's door for a second to talk with Amon.
"The doctors say thanks to you, a miracle occurred last night."
"I don't know if I would call it that, I just talked with her." Amon replied modestly
Father Juliano nodded his head and then focused a bit on Amon's health.
"The doctors also tell me your trying to rush things and if I recall the last time that happened, it almost cost you a kidney."
"Um yeah I remember. I just hate hospitals and being sick......." Amon started to say when he was cut off by father Juliano.
"And lying about, yes yes. I recall you telling me this the last time."
Amon nodded his head slightly and chuckled in response.
"You did forget one I also can't stand the breeze." Amon said as he took a part of the hospital gown in his hand.
Both men stood out in the hall and enjoyed a much needed laugh from Amon's dry joke which was cut short when they heard something coming from Robin's room. It was her… humming? Amon and Father Juliano walked into her room and lowered the volume and with out a doubt it was Robin humming along to her favorite opera.
"Thank God."
They were the only words Father Juliano could muster at the moment. He knew by Robin humming that it was a good sign. She was getting better, she was finding her way back. Tears soon began to swell in Father Juliano's eyes as he turned to leave.
"I should have told her the truth about her and her parents long ago. Then again, with age comes wisdom and sometimes that wisdom comes too late or at a cost you don't think about when you are young."
Amon stood there in Robin's room, not knowing what to say or if anything should be said.
"Maybe..." Father Juliano began to say, "It was because I hated her father for what he did to my Maria. Or even maybe just maybe I never told Robin the truth because deep down, I thought I could get it right this time. Train her to be a nun and a hunter, make that her life, make her believe that it was the only life for her."
Father Juliano paused for a moment and cleared his throat before finishing his confession.
"She trusts you Amon, Robin even said she learned a lot from you in the letters she wrote to me. She learned from all of you here at the STN-J but Robin mentioned you the most. Maybe that's why I ordered the hunt out of pure fear. I knew she was growing, changing, but not in the way I feared. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is a fact your own administrator proved by going against SOLOMON."
"Father Juliano what are you saying?" Amon asked when Father Juliano was finished confessing.
"Amon, I was afraid. Afraid that Robin would end up like her mother. I was afraid she would get hurt and in turn, it was I who hurt her. The only family I have left… and I hurt her a thousand times more then anyone else could."
Father Juliano once again turned to leave and headed for the door.
"I forget to tell you. As soon as Robin is awake, we'll be leaving for Italy, SOLOMON's orders. They say if you and Robin corporate and go through retraining, you may return in a year." With that Father Juliano left and for a moment, Amon was able to understand the guilt of the old and stubborn.
After a few minutes, Amon pulled up a chair and sat beside Robin and held her hand. She responded immediately. Robin was in there somewhere, trying to find her way back. She had to be, he just knew she had to be. She was humming and squeezing his hand…improving but not yet awakening. How he wanted Robin to wake so he could see her beautiful, emerald green eyes. Robin's eyes… so caring and calm, green as the ocean after a storm. She was not a striking beauty, most would probably consider her plain.
"Plain and perfect." He whispered.
Her beauty came from within, it came from her heart and shone more brightly than the sun. Though, what he really admired was her strength and unyielding faith in God. Amon saw her give up once, and he vowed to never let it happen again…not on his watch. The dark hunter noticed though, how she still had that peaceful look about her while she slept and watched as the sun danced across Robin's honey gold locks of hair.
"You are doing so well, all you need to do is just wake up now. You're so much stronger than whatever is holding you back! Whatever it is you fear, whatever it is that won't let you go, I'm here. I'll help you fight it, I swear I'll never let anything like this happen ever again to you." Amon then bent his head down to whisper in her ear so none of the SOLOMON doctors and nurses could hear him.
"I won't let SOLOMON win and destroy you. Even if your hunt was called off, you here, lying in a coma, you're letting them win! Robin don't let them win, wake up please."
Once again, Robin squeezed Amon's hand. It was her only communication to the outside world.
Though inside the deepest depths of her subconscious mind, the place where Robin had buried her deepest and darkest fears was where she was fighting now. In her world, she was awake. Her dreams felt so real. There was just no way it couldn't be real?
She saw flashes of her life as she grew up in the monastery; her first communion; her piano recitals and school plays…Then she would find herself in the dark, so dark it was overpowering. These horrid nightmares that felt so real! The ruble of a collapsed building falling all around her, the sparks from exposed electrical wires and tripping over debris until she could find a place to sit and cower.
"I'm alone and nobody knows I'm alive." Her thoughts ran wild with fear.
Robin sat in the dark for a long time, alone and afraid…not moving, not knowing what to do. It was then she felt something…warmth. She felt warmth and noticed there was light ahead of her and was followed by a voice? Though not just any voice, a familiar one at that…but just whose was it?
"Come on Robin, snap out of it! You're a master hunter, get up." She thought to herself and did. Robin climbed over the ruble and made her way to where the light was, all the while hearing that encouraging voice.
"Wake up please. Robin, wake up."
"I am awake! Where are you?" She would scream to the unknown voice.
"I'm right here and I won't leave your side. You just have to wake up."
Robin was starting to get frustrated. She was awake…wasn't she? She had to be with all the pain she was feeling. Though every now and then she would question herself. The light was so far away and she was so tired, tired and alone. Until one day she actually made it to the light but to her horror she saw two familiar bodies in the ruble…mangled and broken.
"Oh God!" she cried to herself. "I'm dead, I'm dead and so is Amon but where is he? Why am I here? This must be hell."
Robin stumbled back a bit falling flat on her backside. She was dead, she had to be. Why else was her body lying motionless."
"But why am I in hell?" Her brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what she did wrong in her life. What would make her wind up here in hell?
"Was my birth a sin? My father tampering with my genes and creating what his coworkers dubbed me, The Devil's Child? Am I here to pay for Toudu's experiments because I was not aborted as SOLOMON ordered or even killed by Father Juliano? Am I here for all the witches I hunted?"
Soon Robin saw her body get up and walk straight towards her, making her gasp and shake with fear.
"Who are you?" Robin's demanding tone surprised her. She had never been one to use a rough tone.
"I am you." The other said calmly, "I am your memory and subconscious."
"You mean...I'm not...dead?"
Her subconscious self shook her head. "No, you are not what you see. What you feel is your memory and dreams, it's what you wanted to happen."
"This!" Robin said in disbelief, "To have the FACTORY fall all around me and damn near kill me?"
"We did want to die after everything we've been through and heard. We did stand and not move after we used our craft to set the tanks with the witches in them aflame."
Robin soundly remembered what happened, what really happened in the FACTORY and hung her head in shame.
"Then why are we still alive."
Robin's other half smiled at her before answering. "It was Amon who saved us. He got us as close to freedom as he could before the last layer of the FACTORY fell on top of us. We were only a foot away from a safety ladder when both Amon and you were knocked out by the falling ceiling. Even now, Amon is still at your side worried. Listen. It is his voice asking us to wake."
Robin stood there looking at herself and did as she was told. Sure enough it was Amon though that tone, that was not Amon's natural tone of voice. He never worried this much about anyone but it was him. There was no doubt about it.
"You need to wake up Robin!" Amon called, his voice sounding so close and yet so far away.
"I can't, I'm afraid." Robin said with a sob.
"Go with God, he will guide you." The subconscious image of herself addressed Robin again "and listen to your heart, you must wake up."
Her dream had ended and a bright light had filled Robin's eyes as she awoke from her coma. She heard footsteps departing the room and felt someone holding her hand. Who's ever hand it was, it was smooth and young but carried a great deal of sorrow. Then she heard that familiar voice whisper.
"Thank God."
Robin squinted her eyes to see who it was and could only make the outline of the person sitting next to her. She was about to ask for her glasses until she was abruptly stopped.
"Here use this." The familiar voice said as Robin was handed a pen and paper so that she could write out what she wanted.
"GLASSES?" was the first thing she asked for.
She then heard someone chuckle and place her glasses on for her. Normally Robin didn't need her glasses to see but to help her aim her fire craft. When her vision came into clear focus, her eyes started to water as she realized it wasn't a dream after all.
"AMON?" Robin wrote down next.
Amon smiled and nodded his head at Robin, tears also forming in his eyes now that she could clearly recognize him.
"WHY?" She wrote down.
"Why what Robin?" Amon had asked confused to what she was trying to get at.
"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" Robin wrote down so her question would make more sense.
"I'm just glad that your awake now. You gave me and Father Juliano quite a scare." Amon replied as Robin smiled and continued to write down what she wanted to say.
"WHERE IS FATHER JULIANO?"
"On his way the doctor just left the room to tell him you were awake."
Robin remembered hearing footsteps leaving the room and tried to acknowledge Amon with a nod of her head when she felt a sharp pain rip through her scalp.
"OW." She cried out as she placed a hand on her head where it hurt but when she did Robin didn't feel her hair but bandages. She didn't understand why there were bandages on her head. Amon could tell by the expression on her face she was frightened, especially when she noticed that her right leg was also in a cast. How bad was she really hurt? Robin went to grab for the pen but decided against it, it would take to long to write and risked straining her voice.
"What happened?" her voice just above a whisper.
"You had massive swelling around your brain and with your leg, the bone was shattered." Amon said as he looked away from her not wanting to remember Robin that way.
"What else?" Robin pressed on.
Amon wouldn't answer. He couldn't answer her. It killed him to see Robin hurt so badly. That day in the trauma room, just seeing her covered in all that blood and... no he wouldn't go back to that night. He couldn't even look Robin in the eye. He knew she would give him that look, that pleading look of hers with those beautiful emerald green eyes when she really wanted something.
"What else Amon?" It took all of her strength to get her question out.
Amon sighed and gave in, but he wouldn't look at her. He couldn't look at her and tell Robin about that night while trying to keep his composure.
"You had major internal bleeding, they needed to remove your appendix and spleen. Both your lungs were collapsed and your external bleeding was so bad that they had thought......" Amon paused and gave himself a moment to get his composure back and finished his sentence.
"The doctors thought it was my blood, they didn't realize until we both got here that I was covered in your blood. I can't even remember how many units of blood they gave you just so you could survive the surgery. You weren't supposed to make it through the night." Amon finished saying rather quickly while Robin squeezed his hand to show she understood what Amon had said before asking her next question.
"How long was I out?"
"Two weeks." Amon began, "You were in a coma for two weeks."
Robin looked shocked. Two weeks…yet it didn't feel like two weeks to her. It felt more like a lifetime had slipped by before she had woken up. She then eyed Amon's body, he looked all right. He didn't have one scratch on him but it had been two weeks. For all she knew he could have been in and out of the hospital in a day though she highly doubted it. Robin then picked up her pen again to write. Her throat was starting to get dry and scratchy which made it hurt to talk.
"WHAT ABOUT YOU? ARE YOU OK?"
Amon smiled and nodded his head "Yeah, pretty good. I was just discharged three days ago. My injuries weren't as bad as yours."
Robin smiled she was glad to hear that even if it wasn't the whole truth. Amon was famous for shrugging off any injuries he may have gotten. They both sat there in silence, just enjoying each others' company until they realized they still had a hold of the other's hand. It wasn't a big deal nor did it feel awkward merely…just something to chuckle about. It gave them a much needed change in subject.
"You know you still have a hold of my hand." Robin said quietly with a shy smile.
"It's not a problem is it?'' Amon asked?
"No, I think it's the least of my problems right about now." Robin replied which caused them both to laugh, which Robin soon regretted. It hurt her throat even more sore and made her sides ache.
"Just whatever you do, don't make me laugh." Robin asked Amon which was a big mistake.
"Okay then." Amon said with an evil grin behind his steel gray eyes.
"A mushroom walks into a bar, bar tender looks down at the mushroom and says sorry we don't serve mushrooms here. The mushroom then looks at the bar tender and says come on I'm a fungi."
Robin tried hard to suppress from laughing which didn't work and she swore Amon was going to pay for that when she was well enough.
"I am so going to get you back for this, you are evil!" Robin said to him in a horse voice as she held her sides which felt as if they were going to split open.
"You should have seen the last time Amon was in the hospital....."
Amon and Robin would have jumped out of their skins, if that was at all possible, only to see when they turned their heads and saw the person now standing in the room talking to them was Father Juliano.
"I can only hope those bad jokes you told were do to sheer boredom." Father Juliano asked as he entered Robin's room.
"Um yeah, they were." Amon said as he cleared his throat and got up to leave. "I'd um better get going I still need to pack some things before we go to Italy."
"All right Amon...." Father Juliano began, "I'll see you at the monastery."
"Bye" Robin managed to say as she smiled at her partner as he left her hospital room.
Father Juliano sat down next to Robin trying to give her a warm smile. He was glad to see his granddaughter was up and awake but Robin though knew the smile. The smile Father Juliano had on his face always seemed to show when he had bad news.
"Does SOLOMON still find me dangerous?" Robin's voice still a scratchy whisper.
"Yes and no." Father Juliano answered his granddaughters question truthfully
"I don't get it." Robin stated in a slightly shocked tone.
Father Juliano sighed and took a hold of his granddaughters hand what he was about to say what he needed to say was not very easy.
"For some reason SOLOMON Headquarters is not dismissing everything Zaizen has put in his reports about you." Robin looked hurt and betrayed and lowered her eyes and stared at the crisp hospital sheets on her bed.
"It is true...." She began "That my powers.... my craft... they have grown."
"It is not just that my child, now SOLOMON knows that you know the truth of your existence, your birth...." Father Juliano's voice trailed off.
"I hold no grudge against Headquarters or what Zaizen put in his reports about me and my craft and the fear it caused you. You had to take his word and I understand and you said it yourself you were not here to watch me."
Father Juliano gave a half smile to his granddaughter wondering where she got her convictions and forgiveness from. Then again he didn't know why he asked himself that he saw the same traits in his Maria.
"I will though hold a grudge..." Robin continued, "If they don't learn from the mistakes made here in Japan and change their ways on what witches to hunt for or if SOLOMON should to continue to hunt witches at all ."
Father Juliano lowered his head and shook it. "Your words will just fall on deaf ears my child."
"Even after all this, all the abuse Zaizen and the FACTORY did too all witches? What the orbo was truly made from? That neither parties cared if the witch they took away even used their powers and if they did that not all of them were for criminal propose. That some witches that were in the FACTORY had just been discovered right when they had awakened." Robin said in a tone that bordered on anger.
"Robin you do have an arguable point." Father Juliano began to say. "But they will not listen to you unless you do as SOLOMON asks."
Robin hesitated for a moment and carefully thought out her next question.
"What do they want me to do?"
"You'll have to retrain." Father Juliano started to say.
"And," Robin knew there was more then what Father Juliano was telling her. There was no way SOLOMON was letting her off that easily.
"And you will have to go in front of the inquisitor at the Vatican." Father Juliano said causing Robin to gasp knowing the only inquisitor there at the Vatican were ones they saved for those who have severely broken SOLOMON's orders. Was she really considered that much of a threat to them?
"The faceless ones!?" Robin's asked in a shocked tone causing Father Juliano to nod his head which was all Robin need to comfirm that she had heared correctly. She knew just as Father Juliano and everyone else that worked for SOLOMON did, that a meeting with the faceless inquisitor meant you were not coming out alive and if you did which was seldom so meant you would have a hefty price to pay.
"I won't let them scare me." Robin started to say after getting over the shock of what Father Juliano told her. "If SOLOMON deems me to see the faceless ones then I will. I don't like it but I'm tired of hiding and running I want to be able to walk down the street and not have too look over my shoulders."
Father Juliano looked up at Robin his eyes full of tears knowing the possibility of her coming back alive was very little.
"I will pray for you and Amon, now get some rest Robin we'll be leaving in a few days." On that note Father Juliano got up kissed Robin on the forehead as she nodded her head.
Robin then proceeded to take off her glasses before she went to lie back down as Juliano left to go back to the monastery. After a few minutes of piece and quiet the nurse came into check on Robin and take her vitals. While this was going one of the hospitals orderly's dropped off a vase full of some kind of pink and white flower. Robin couldn't quite make out what kind of flower it was and reached for her glasses so she could see what exactly was being given to her. Robin gave a bright smile when she saw that they were pink and white roses.
"Excuse me, do you know who sent these?" Robin asked the orderly and was hoping to hear that they were from Bradley or Dave her friends back home in Italy. Smiling as she remembered the nice little garden the three of them started one summer when she was twelve where they planted a bush of pink and white roses.
"Yeah some dark and creepy looking guy who has black hair the length of his neck and about his mid twenties. Oh and he left a card too here." The orderly replied with a smile on his face as he handed Robin the card.
Robin's eyes widened as she took the card, Their from Amon. She thought to her self as she read the small card that came with the flowers which simply wished her a happy birthday.
How does he know that its my birthday? I never told anyone. Did father Juliano mention something and if he did, Amon giving someone a gift that's not like him at all.
"Your lucky to have such a friend." The nurse said as she returned to the room with a new IV bag for Robin causing her to break her train of thought. "If I remember correctly Pink roses mean friendship and white ones mean innocence." the nurse continued to say as she hooked the new IV bag up to the IV monitor.
"Actually....." Robin said as she looked at the nurse. "Pink mean love and yellow mean friendship although you are right about the white roses."
"Oh." The nurse smiled brightly "I guess we learn something new every day."
With that the nurse left as Robin laid back down to try and get some rest. Maybe it meant nothing and they were the only roses the only flowers to be purchased in the small little gift shop. Then again........ but no she dismissed the thought as childish fancy and turned on her CD player to lull her sleep.