My Plea/ evilteddybear/ a WHR fanfic/ Ch.5…
AN: This is a special chapter. It has parts in the point of view of all of the characters of the WHR crew. I hope you like!
&&&&&Robin'sPOV&&&&&
Robin was panting in anticipation as they waited for the witch to pass by. Her nerves were already on high alert from her confrontation with Amon. Now they were back in position, waiting to ambush the witch on his way home. Since this witch's powers were unknown two teams had been sent on this mission; she, Amon, Sakkaki, and Miho were the ones chosen for the fight.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting they saw a silver SUV coming down the road. Quickly, Amon grabbed his sniper rifle with real bullets and filled the tires full of lead until the driver lost control. The SUV swerved and there was no question that it was going to crash. Just before it ran off the road however, the witch jumped out of the car.
Still suffering from the shock of the car crash, the witch was disoriented and off-balance. Before he knew what was happening, he was surrounded. Unlike what happens in TV shows there was no preliminary babble. The fight commenced immediately. Miho only managed to get of a badly aimed shot before the power of the witch hit them all full-force.
&&&&&Miho'sPOV&&&&
She was at a subway station and found that she could barely stand. All of the sudden the emotions and thoughts of the people around her began to pour into her head. She was happy, tired, grieving, grumpy, excited, agitated, angry, hateful, vengeful, concerned, hopeful, and any number of other emotions at the same time.
The young woman tried to sort these things out in her head using logic and facts. It had always worked before after all. She knew what emotions she SHOULD be feeling, therefore the rest must be from other people and she should block them out. That was easier said than done. Slowly but surely her rational thoughts faded, being swept under the tide of immense feeling. She couldn't think anymore, only feel.
Different voices or subjects, different personalities if you will began to creep inside of her head. She struggled against it, tried to hold onto her sense of self. The emotions continued to take over despite her best efforts and suddenly she didn't know what she was struggling for or against. The small part of her that was left struggled maintain a grip on any type of sanity. However it too, was only strong enough to delay the inevitable. As the last piece of her consciousness drifted away, it took on the form of one emotion; terror.
&&&&Sakkaki'sPOV&&&&
The witch they had gone off to hunt that night was staring at him with a smirk. The prone forms of his comrades were lying around the parking lot where the earth craft had left them. The witch was speaking, "It's your fault you know, you should have known better.", and suddenly Sakkaki knew that he was right. This entire situation was his fault. He was so weak that he brought down not only himself but his colleagues as well.
As he stood there, looking from the unconscious or dead bodies to the witch's face and back, he also knew how weak and worthless he was. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he started running as if the hounds of hell were after him, firing blindly behind him at the witch. All the time while he ran, he knew that he was abandoning his friends to an uncertain but most assuredly horrible fate.
His terror rose constantly right along with the overflowing of self-hate. He ran and ran and ran some more until he passed out from stress and fatigue.
&&&&&Amon'sPOV&&&&&
Everything was chaos, destruction, fear, anger, and passion, and his mother was the center of it. She caused the pain and the damage. She just stood there like the eye of a storm as he screamed her name over and over again. He called to her for help, for love, for safety from this chaos, but he couldn't reach her. She was shut off from him now, leaving him alone in this storm of destruction.
When he had given up, his mother's face turned towards him, but it was no longer his mother. In front of him stood Robin. She was as demure and gentle as ever. Maybe, just maybe, here he could find solace. As he thought this Robin said his name once with all of the emotions that she always portrayed through such a simple word. She said it once but then previos scene with his mother repeated itself.
Robin's eyes were consumed by fire and a storm of fire raged around her, she in the eye of the storm as before. He again screamed at her to stop, to take control, anything. But his voice could not reach her. She also was separated from him, and he was alone again.
When the fire died down to embers all he could see was ash, everywhere. It was an eternal loneliness in a wasteland, and he was terrified.
&&&&TheWitch'sPOV&&&&&
He stood smirking in the middle of their failed ambush. Watching with amusement as each went insane with terror. It was so easy to bring out peoples worst fears. What was the saying? "You have nothing to fear but fear itself,"? Too true, too true. Fear can cripple the heart, soul, body, and mind quickly and efficiently, as he had soon learned.
His craft was one he was particularly proud of. The STN-J had been severely culling the witch population as soon as they began using the green substance known as Orbo. It rendered most witches helpless as they couldn't use their craft on the wearer, but his craft was different. It was no outside force or attack. No all he did was simply bring out the fear that had been festering for far too long in each person's body.
The scene was actually quite entertaining. The boy with the slightly short brown hair waited for a second before running off to who knows where in terror, while firing shots of Orbo behind him as if to ward off an attack.
The tall brunette woman had started shaking first, then randomly grabbing her own head, shoulders, arms, anything as though trying to literally "get a grip" on herself before she abruptly fainted.
The tall Dark hunter had somehow started to somewhat resemble a frightened child. He sat there, he just sat there, and then he started crying. What a funny sight to see such a strong man turn juvenile and weak!
Last but not least there was the little hunter in the nun's dress with the funny hairstyle. At first she had just stood there, hands clenching and unclenching uselessly, eyes wide with terror, confusion, and betrayal. Her breaths were coming in shaking gulps. That wasn't particularly interesting on its own, but it got better.
When the young male hunter had run off shooting he hit her in the arm! Can you imagine such a thing? Hunter turning on hunter, what a sight! She was such a nice victim too, her terror rapidly intensified, and as the bullet hit she let out a mournful, pitiful scream, followed by regular whimpers of pain, while still in the trance.
So much for the undefeatable STN-J. This had been almost easy, not to mention terribly entertaining.
&&&&&Doujima'sPOV&&&&&
Back at the office, Doujima and Micheal were monitoring the hunt carefully through the headsets the hunters wore. They had managed to hear the major part of the argument between Amon and Robin, and were still sitting and giggling about it or analyzing it. They hadn't heard much else, but it didn't worry them. The witch probably just hadn't shown up yet. That was until they heard the gunshots go off in the background.
After the shots were fired it became silent again, and as per usual Micheal asked Amon whether or not he should call in the Factory. Amon didn't answer. Believing it was just a glitch, he tried to contact Ms. Karasuma. He didn't get an answer from her either. After a few more attempts and at least one to each intercom system he began to nearly panic.
Micheal made a move to turn around in his chair and appraise Doujima of the situation. To his surprise, he found her taking off her headsets and preparing to leave. "Doujima?" he asked incredulously. "I'm going to find out what's going on down there," was all she replied before she got onto the elevator and prepared to face whatever enemy she may encounter.
The ride to the location of the planned ambush seemed to take forever for Doujima. There were too many things to consider: the safety of her friends and colleagues, the capture of the witch, the reaction of her superiors. Finally she decided two things, first, she would be more subtle in her plan of attack than her colleagues, and second, if she didn't calm down she'd be no use to anyone. So the rest of the ride was a series of controlled breathing exercises to relieve tension and stress.
Finally, not too far up ahead Doujima spotted wrecked silver SUV that matched the description of the one the witch owned. Seeing this she got a little closer and then parked her car in the most secluded place she could find before heading toward the wreck.
As she got closer she could see what looked to be four or five dark forms. Keeping herself out of their line of vision she crept closer, using her skills as a spy to do so. There in the middle of the road not far from the wreck stood three STN-J members surrounding the witch, as planned. What wasn't according to plan was Sakkaki missing, Karasuma passed out, Amon crying, Robin whimpering in pain after having been shot with orbo, and the smug look on the face of the witch in the center watching it all.
Again using her best bit of stealth Doujima snuck around the back of the witch. He was facing Robin at the time, so she would have to go to the opposite end of the circle. Once she was in position, certain that he had not detected her, she shot three orbo bullets, being as careful as she possibly could be with her aim as to avoid hitting Robin. If one of the bullets managed to get past him or if he dodged there was a chance that the orbo would hit Robin instead.
Her aim was true; however, and as the witch slowly slumped to the ground her partners began to slowly regain their senses. As they came back into consciousness their fear seemed to wane and they began to analyze the situation. At least that's what Doujima thought until she looked back from her fallen comrades to see Robin, eyes wide with even more terror than she had displayed in her trance as she stared down the barrel of Doujima's gun, still pointed directly at her now that the barrier of the witch's body did not stand between them.
AN: Hey peoples! I hope I updated soon enough. Well, I hope you all wish me a happy B-day. I just turned 15! And a very happy un-birthday to you all as well. Hope you had a happy 4th of July. I love fireworks! (Maniacal laugh)
I had someone ask me to put the paragraphs further apart so it was easier to read. I hope this helps. Did you like my multiple POV chapter? Should I try to do it again? This was the first time I've tried something like that.
What do you want to happen next? I have a general idea of how it's going to go….but then again none of my plans could be called "complete".
Thank you reviewers! YOU ROCK!(As always) You are my inspiration. I was inspired by you to write this chapter sooner.
Thank you very much to all of the reviewers that volunteered to help me when I was a big mess of confusion. I hope that this worked out my plot holes well enough. --: (sweat drops) I also hope they weren't too obvious.
To those of you who have this story on their favorites list or on their author/story list look out for my review. I decided that a nice way to thank those people would be to read and review their story's the best that I can. I haven't gotten to all of them yet, but I am trying…maybe I'll eventually get along to reading ALL my reviewer's stories…but then again.
(If you happen to be a fan of Inuyasha too, would you mind reading my Inuyasha story and maybe giving me some help? I have absolutely no iota of an idea of what I'm doing with this story. (Sweat drops…again) I don't mean to be demanding, sorry.)
Well….I really don't have all that much else to say, except I'm really nervous about how I did with the other character's POV's. I don't relate to them as much…
All my love- evilteddybear
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