Chase

 Chase: By Jd Wheels

Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin nor do I make any money off of my
writings. I am only a fan that loves to write.



Tokyo's dark streets were foreboding under the light of a full moon hanging in the
sky. The alleyways were even darker than the night, holding a feel of pure evil in it's
darkened hold. The metropolis always did hold that sense for anyone that lived in its
sprawl, but many choose to ignored it.

A lone figure hurries through one such alley, almost running through the darkness
of the back road. The person seemed to be keeping near the walls of the various buildings
around, yet the silence of the figure's footsteps was eerie.

The figure was that of a fairly tall teenaged girl with tawny colored hair done up
in a very unique fashion. Dressed in what could be described as a Victorian styled dress
and topped of by a dull red trenchcoat that covered her from neck to ankles. The young
girl would have stood out almost anywhere in Tokyo's society, but oddly seemed to melt
into the gloom of night she found herself in.

The girl hurries through the trash strewn backway, glancing over her shoulder
every few seconds as she made her way. She nervously clutched a plain white plastic bag
tightly in one of her gloved hands, holding it tightly against her leg as she moved
effortlessly through the back ways.

The teenager made a odd move, leaping sideways into a side alley, and flattened
herself against the back entrance wall of a noodle house. The girl's breathing was heavy
and deep as she stood there, her demeanor was one of great nervousness. The girl closes
her eyes and seemed to be praying to the sky overhead.
" Robin... It has happened finally..." She muttered to herself, still trying to
catch her breath from the quick pace she had been keeping up. " Now what to do?"

Robin's mind flashed with all of the details of the past few months of her life. That
past had now gotten her to this point, all alone and scared standing in a cold and very
smelly back alley in the heart of Tokyo City. She took a deep breath, as her mind went
backwards in time.

After the fall of the factory and her miraculous escape from the collapsing
building, she had gone into hiding from SOLOMON or any remnants that would still be
around of Zaizen's Factory. Now it seemed that the worry she had of being hunted had
been now answered, simply by this night in particular. She was being hunted, that was
way too obvious with the shadowy figures that seemed to be mirroring her every move
this night, and now that Amon was not there to protect her any longer, she knew she
needed to be on guard at all times.

Robin knew the horrible truth about the tall dark eyed Hunter, a truth that made
her heart sink in her chest with the knowledge. Amon had been killed when the factory
had collapsed in on itself. Robin tried to search for him in the confusion of the aftermath,
but gave it up as she needed to get away from the ruins before being noticed.. She then
simply scurried off in the rising of the sun, and disappeared.

That was why she found herself in this situation... on the run, and in hiding for her
very life.

The young craft-user had soon settled into an almost normal life, working for a
kind family in one of the wealthiest sections that Tokyo had. She felt happy, as she
became the Nanny to the family's two kids, and befriended the mother as well. At that
point her life now struck her another cruel blow.

One day, not very long past now, that new life had become unraveled almost as
fast as she had made it. It was something that she could never have foreseen happening,
or had a chance to even stop from starting. Fate had kicked her again right squarely
between the eyes.

A Witch had randomly attacked the family she worked for one day, out of the
mental sickness that sometimes accompanies people after their power had awakened. The
Witch had killed the father in a frenzy of his electrical power, and went more out of
control with each passing second, attacking the mother and the two children Robin
quickly realized that she little choice but to use her craft to kill the Witch when he bore
down on the mother and three children that were hiding just behind the family’s car. She
had not used her accursed powers in a very long time, but knew she had no choice in the
matter.

Quickly, Robin dispatched the Witch with a ten foot high pyre of fire as easily as
she had done with the STN-J all those months past. She extinguished the threat to her
employers in the space of a few heartbeats, saving what was left of the young family from
certain death. That was, a relief to her, but it became a nightmare in which would plunge
her into ostracization. After witnessing the titanic battle, the remaining parts of the family
ran off in total fear, frightened by seeing their young babysitter kill this man with a tower
of flames.

The family took off, yelling for the young girl to stay away from them. In a flash,
the car with the mother and kids vanished into the darkening night, leaving Robin where
she was in the middle of the street. Now alone, the reality of her life became all to real.

In that act of defending her employers at all cost, her new life had simply been
destroyed by the fear that family had. They had fled because of the fear that surrounded
her power, and the absolute fear of the unknown.

Because of Robin having been forced to kill the witch, SOLOMON and probably
the STN-J were now going to be after her for the killing, knowing that the family would
report this to authorities. She knew, regardless of why she had to kill the witch, her being
simply alive like she was, would be the root of cause for either of the organizations to
come and neutralize her.

She did not wait around for the STN-J or SOLOMON to come out to find her, as
she knew that they all would be hot on her trail as quickly as possible. She was suppose to
be dead, and people angered with how they brought down Zaizen's sick vision would
want her eliminated at all costs. She was, in fact, the Eve of Witches.

Wandering the streets, not knowing just where else to go now... Robin simply fled
into the expanse of the big city, knowing very well that they had the means to track her
down. That reality aside, just knowing how the organizations worked would help her
jump into hiding, and give her at least a fighting chance. Now on the run, she knew her
life would be in danger at all times.

With no one else to turn to, knowing that even kindly Nagira might be not safe in
this situation, she became one of the thousands that did call the vast Tokyo streets home.
Some call them the walking lost, others just the flotsam of life. Robin was just another
word... simply one of the outcasts that inhabited the dark alleys and hidden places within
Tokyo.

The girl snapped her head around and brought herself out of her thoughts with a
jolt. She was now hearing heavy footsteps coming up the alley that she had ducked out of.
They were slow and steady in their pace, walking right in her direction. Her heart beat
faster in her chest, fear siphoning up inside of herself. Robin knew this might possibly be
a hunter that had been dispatched to take her down, the very one she had given the slip to
just a few times over the last two days.

Young Robin wanted to look and see if there was someone there in the alley's
shadows, but she knew that was a chance she could not afford to make. All she knew was
she needed to get out of this dark place as fast as she could, and make good her getaway
back into the shadowy world with she now was a part of.

Robin whirled around on her heels and scrambled herself farther down the dank
alley she was in, her mind just wanting to get a good amount of distance between her and
those ominous footsteps that was shadowing her every move this night. Like a scared
ferro cat, Robin hurried off into the hanging darkness, where even the moon's light could
not penetrate. In a flash, the darkness swallowed her up as she left behind the person that
was the origins of the footsteps.

A few hours had past, after taking a wide looping route through a residential area
and then back into the more commercial and industrial part of town, Robin finally arrived
at the hiding place she had found for herself.... away from most of Tokyo.

Young Robin had found a old building that once was used as a old rooming house
during the dark days of the Korean war by the US for billeting servicemen when they
were on leave. No one had lived or worked inside the structure for many years and was
boarded up tightly, so she had found a way in taken refuge in it, in the attempt of being
out of the public view and away from the streets themselves.

Deep down in the one of the old basement rooms that were tongue in cheek called
the economic rooms, she made her little hideaway in the farthest corner suite. Finally
feeling the safest she could have under the circumstances, Robin simply set up her new
'home' right there.

Once back down in the subterranean hiding place, she looked at the room with a
somber eye, glancing around at the few things she had rustled up to make the place
somewhat liveable for the time being.

Thankfully, Robin had found an old hotel bed already in the room, and gathered
up a old wooden crate she ended up using as a table was there, along with a bottle she
could use to gather water with. She had found a stash of large candles in a storage room
down in her basement hideaway. Luckily finding a discarded coffee can to overturn and
use as a candle stand, it was the only source of light to help with the long hours of night
she endured every day.

It was not much for Robin to have in her possession, but she found herself being
very grateful anyways for what little she could scrounge in the desolate rooming house.
Any little comfort she had found, was soothing to her.

Robin hurried over to the bed and sat herself down, trying to calm her rapid heart
rate. She was still fearful from her little foray out into the city streets, and now wished she
had simply stayed hidden. The fact of the matter was Robin had not eaten in days, and
had no choice but to try and keep her strength up.

She had made a purposeful dash to a nearby store to get a little something to eat,
then found that she was being followed soon after leaving her dank place. She had taken a
long rout through the streets, and somehow had ended up giving the person shadowing
her the slip.

Robin bowed her head and wondered if this nightmare of her's would soon stop.
Whispering a tiny prayer a little under her breath, she knew all of this would not stop any
time soon.
"Please, Lord... I need your help." She murmured to the room, hoping her
God would hear her. So far, her lord had not heard her cries yet... and even she was
wondering if he ever would.

Finally getting a handle on her breathing, Robin shucked off her long coat and
threw it over the end rail of the bedpost. Carrying the plastic bag full of food that she had
risked herself for across the nearly barren room, she went over to her crate-table as
quickly as the almost pitch blackness of the room would allow

Barely using any effort on her part, Robin lit the candle with a quick glance of her
green eyes. The flame burst to life, and now lit up the hideout with a rather soft glow.
Oddly, it was actually soothing to her as the light danced in the dimness. She watched the
flame for a second, then turned.

Setting down the bag in the light of the candle, Robin brought out the small
portion of noodles and pork and the cup of coffee she had picked up on her foray. The
need for some sustenance was the cause of her nearly getting herself caught by whoever
was her Hunter, and she was going to partake of it as she had planned to.

Returning to sit back on the bed, Robin began to eat from the take-out she had
gotten. It was not the fact that Robin actually felt hungry, the stress she had been feeling
made her feel indifferent to eating anything. That aside, she knew she had to keep
something in her to keep up her strength, and to give her even a modicum of normality
through this.

The tawny haired girl looked at the bowl and sighed, almost wanting to put it
down again. Deciding that it would be in her best interest to eat her boughten fare, she
pulled off the chopsticks that were attached to the side and set into the still steaming food.
The coffee appealed to Robin a little more, as she could smell it’s sharp aroma even with
the lid on the Styrofoam cup.

Slowly Robin ate in the deathly silence of the room, truly hating the creepy
stillness that surrounded her like a shroud. It was almost like being dead, without actually
being dead, she thought in the glow of the candle that flooded across the room. The great
eeriness sent shivers down Robin's spine, and she just concentrated mainly on the food
that she had.

Despite her feelings and fears, Robin was feeling so very exhausted. Being on the
run for now almost ten days since her battle with the witch, she had not let herself really
sleep a single moment in three days. Now she was feeling the end results. Sooner or later,
Robin knew that she would be collapsing from total exhaustion.

Robin just tried to put it everything out of her mind for a time, even her brain was
feeling tired with the strain of it all. She continued to force herself eat, constantly trying
to ignore the supreme deafening effect of the silence in witch she could hear her own
heartbeat going a little faster than what was normal.

Finishing her meal after a time, shoving the empty bowl under the bed and
swallowed the last dregs of coffee from the cup. Robin’s body felt better, not as empty
she had been, but still her body was seemingly not wanting it any longer. Yawning, the
satiating feelings of eating finally was triggering her extreme fatigue. She realized that
she could no longer put it off any longer, she needed to sleep some.

Robin curled her weary body on the bare mattress of the bed, as the heaviness of
her body seemed to increase. It was futile to fight it off any longer, and that was clear to
her. Using her coat to cover up from the chill that was in the air, she finally released
herself to the exhaustion.

She folded one of her arms under her head for a makeshift pillow and closed her
eyes hesitantly, her body now overriding her fears and even her own mind as well.

In her completely energy depleted state, sleep overtook Robin rather quickly. Her
body had finally won the tug-of-war that had been her life for over three days. The utter
depth of her sleep really was the mirror of what her life had become. Deep and dark, and
not a hint of any dreams.

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Some time later that night, some sort of noise woke Robin suddenly from
somewhere in the room.

It was very faint, almost too faint to actually distinguish it as a sound, but Robin
knew that she had heard something. She bolted upright on the bed and looked around the
area, thankful that she had left the candle going on the tin can holder. She readied herself
for anything, as she panned the room for the sound's origin..

Standing just a few feet from the bed, was a tall figure of a person who was half
silhouetted by the candlelight. She readied to defend herself at all costs, not knowing if it
was a homeless person looking for a place to sleep, or if this was that Hunter that was
plaguing her.

She suddenly felt like she had no reason to defend herself, and wondered why she
had that come over her. She squinted over at the figure, who just simply stood there
looking at her. She gasped loudly. The tawny haired girl did know who this was.

Amon was the figure that stood there in the candle light, arms hanging at his side
without a hint of any movement. She saw no weapon drawn on her, as he just stood
looking right at her, not saying one word. Time seemed to simply stop moving for the
few moments.

She broke into a broad smile. She knew he was not the Hunter that was after her,
even though at one point in time, he had been.
" Amon!" She whispered excitedly, getting up on her knees on top of the
bed.

The large built man nodded his head, as he stepped forwards to be seen more
clearly by the light. His eyes still were as stoic as usual, but they also held a bit of inner
warmth in them.
" You are a hard girl to track down..." He said, after a couple of seconds
just standing there. " Guess I taught you to well."
" Your alive!" She sputtered, as it made her fully realize the man was here
and not some horrible dream. She could not put into words just how it felt to see a
familiar face again.

The man stood there, looking at her. His eyes seemed to be locked right on to
Robin's surprised face, her green eyes not moving one bit.
" I have been tracking you down, ever since the I pulled myself out from
the Factory's rubble." He said, starting to talk again. “ It is now seeming like almost an
entire lifetime ago now.”
" You knew I was alive?" She asked.

He chuckled a little bit, but nodded slowly.
" I never knew for absolute sure that you were, it was a calculated hunch
you could say..." He replied. " I survived that collapse, although barely... I just had a
feeling that you had also gotten out somehow."
" A feeling?" She echoed.
" Yes.. a feeling.. A hunch." He said, his voice was one of somberness coupled
with a small bit of mirth now. " I guess my hunch was correct."

Robin scrambled herself off the bed and shot right to the man. She flung her arms
around his muscular form, forgetting that the man was so very standoffish at the best of
time. She just wanted to feel if the man was really there, and when she did made it true in
her head.... it was clear that Amon was there, and alive!

To her surprise, Amon let his large arms folded completely around her and hugged
her back.. He held her there with a gentleness that was very contradictory to how he
usually was.

The girl stood there for a moment with her head tucked on his broad chest, his
arms feeling so good to her. She had often daydreamed about hugging the man, and
wanting him to do the same. This was a surprise to her, he actually was doing just that.
She give a cooing sigh, letting her feelings of relief wash through her. After all that has
happened, this was a breath of fresh air.

Robin just held Amon tightly against her much smaller form, feeling the warmth
radiate off of his body.
" You probably know that I am being hunted by SOLOMON then..." She
said softly, with a sigh of reality hitting her.
" Yes... You are being hunted, Robin." He said, looking at the girl in front
of himself, deeply peering into those striking green eyes. " I already know that you are."
" I thought you would." She exhaled back.

Robin tilted her head up to look at the much taller man, visually tracing his strong
face. She noticed something was different in the dark man's gaze, something that could
only be explained as actually soft and inviting about him. She went to ask another
question, but she was cut off suddenly by the man.

The man had lowered his head downward to the girl, his lips suddenly were right
on her's. The girl froze in his embrace, not totally knowing what was happening as his
lips were locked on hers. Her body trembled under his kiss, and she was wondering if this
was just some great dream. The fact clearly remained, he was the one kissing her like this.

He kept on kissing her, long and deeply. It was a long drawn out kiss that was full
of deep feeling that flowed through his lips and into her now almost limp body. The
inexperienced young craft user did not know what to do, even as every part of her body
was keenly aware of his lips on hers, and she shuddered with emotions that came from
inside her.

The young girl felt her body begin to react with great heat, and she closed her eyes
and kissed back. She felt tingles in her whole body, tingles that even were in places that
were very private. The crotch of her panties were now becoming very wet, her young sex
growing excited as an energy she never had felt before began to overtake her. She felt his
embrace tighten around her slim waist, and she felt the passion flowing out of him like a
wild fire. She was feeling so weak in the knees, yet found that she wanted to stand there
and kiss him forever.

Her young mind spun like crazy, she had never even kissed a man before, but the
one she had always secretively wished to do that with was right there doing just that. Her
rising passions flooded over her senses, and she tightened her embrace on him as Amon's
kisses fueled her awakening inner fires

He stopped for a second, his eyes locking right on to Robin's sparkling emerald
greens.
" I have to confess to you..." He said, his breathing deep and rapid. " I had
time to think doing this over the past months...while I was searching for you. I finally
admitted to myself that I have deep rooted feelings for you...." He stammered a little, as
his words did not seem good. " Dammit girl... I love you."

Robin mouth fell open and she blankly looked deeply into his eyes. Through the
dark orb windows to his soul, she could see the total conviction of the man's word
resplendently affirmed in his face. He was not pulling her leg on this one, she knew that
was never his style anyways. This man was telling her the whole truth...that he loved her.

The young girl blushed, and then nodded. Her own feelings and thoughts were
ready to be exposed. She giggled, as she felt her urge to also say what was in her heart
coming up.
" Me too..." was all she could get out.

Amon give a smile, then began to kiss the young crafter once more. Robin felt
herself melting into him, and just surrendered to it all. She had so many times had
daydreamed this scene, but she now found her reality was better than she could ever had
imagined at any time.

Amon just watched the gorgeous teen's sleek face, as his hands roamed to her
back. His large fingers were slowly undoing the buttons of her dress with great deftness,
taking his time with each one in series.

Robin was looking right into his eyes, and knew what he was doing. Her face
began to glow red, as she could feel his hands hard at work. She gave no indication of
being reluctant to his bold advances, but simply stood and watched his face as he
continued to unbutton her. Her mind did fill with the teachings she had back at the
church, yet the fear of doing wrong seemed to be fading off under the man's touch. He
touched her deeper than any of the teachings she had long studied.

He was slow and gentle, letting her have more than enough time to voice her
unwillingness to what he was doing, but he heard not one complaint come from her. She
simply looked at him with a small shy smile, while he undid the dress.

With her fear gone, all she wanted right then and there, was him. Perhaps it was
her need to be comforted, or the fact that she had always had strong feelings for the stoic
man hidden in her heart for so long. Either way, it did not matter what it was. She just
was willing to let him to do whatever he wanted to her. That was her burning desire that
fueled her body..

Amon soon had the dress open finally, and he pulled the dress forwards with a
very light hand. The garment slid off her upper body and arms, and it flowed off the rest
of then floating to the ground around her legs when he let it go. He looked down at the
girl, wanting to see just what he had unwrapped of this pretty package, and smiled with
what he finally could see.

Robin was standing there, dressed in only a pair of plain white panties and her
black stockings. She wore no bra, but on seeing the rounded firmness of her breasts that
made his mouth water, told that she did not need a bra anyway. Those breasts were a soft
white colored like rich cream, the nipples on the swollen mounds were rock hard and
bright pink with her growing excitement.

The tall hunter noticed the flat stomach which showed the leanness of her body to
him, which had been always hidden under the old styled clothing she wore. He grinned
and continued to visually take in the lovely form of Robin’s.

Just watching those perfect breast raise and lower with each deep breath Robin
took, made the man's eyes sparkle.
" You are so beautiful.." He muttered, as his large roughed hands cupped
her boobs with a feathery touch.
" Really?" She asked with a wide eyed question, her body quaking under
his touches.
" Really!" He said with a satisfied smile.

She gasped as she felt his hands squeezing her breast with great tenderness. She
had never felt such a strong sensation, yet her whole body was seemingly to be now on
fire, and not from her power. The heat she was feeling came from deep inside of her, and
it was smoldering as it grew.... her young vulva in her panties were tingling wildly, oddly
feeling so much more wet with the passing of the seconds. Each caress the man made on
her breasts, then kissing them individually, made her yearning feelings in her that much
stronger.

Her mind flashed for a second that this was all wrong by everything she had been
taught at the monastery, and by her grandfather Juliano, yet every inch of being yearned
and ached for more. She began to kiss the man with a frenzy fueled by her passions,
Amon was responding to her as well with a crazed amount of kisses on his part.

The enthralled girl felt the man gently lift her off her feet, right out of the dress
that was pooled around her feet, then carry her over to the bed. She continued to stare into
his chiseled features, as he looked at her. The last strands of whatever apprehension she
my have had in her, was now gone and a was a distant memory. Swooning passions now
at the forefront.

He layed her down on the bed lightly and sat down after finally removing her
boots and black hose. She now was layed on the bed, clad only in her simple white
underwear, intently looking at the dark haired man through passion glowing eyes. Amon
looked the girl over, and could feel that his own seething passions taking hold.

Under the watch of the pretty young crafter, Amon threw off his long coat to the
dusty floor, and then began to unbutton his black shirt. With a mixture of nervousness
and serious wonderment, Robin watched Amon continue to undress himself for her. Their
eyes still locked solidly on one another, as they readied for things to come.

The lust-filled craft user now could see a very well build set of shoulder come into
view, as he shucked off the shirt. He was very muscular in every way, his chiseled body
reminding her of the many glorious statues that stood in the center of Rome she had seen
when she was living in Italy. She continued to watch, her excitement was growing by
leaps as she watched his panther like body move as he disrobed with slowness.

Amon stood up and then pulled of his pants. As he kicked off the garments along
with his boots, she suddenly got the first sight of his manhood, something she had never
seen of a man. She eyed the erect and throbbing organ with great interest, as it was
excitingly inviting to the young crafter.

It was almost ten inches long, and very thick all the way around. It's dark pinkness
was rock solid, and protruded out proudly from his muscular loins. She knew just what it
was, and what it was used for, but she found she was sort of scared of this large
appendage, yet she really longed for it too.

Robin looked up at the man, as he climbed onto the bed and cautiously layed
himself ever so softly on top of her while his eyes looked right into her. He began kissing
her once more, his hands beginning to explore over her bare body, hungrily searching out
every curve and crevice she had..

Her mind spun with every sensation his fingers pulled out of her, Robin kissed the
man back, her hands clumsily but excitedly roamed over his thick chest and broad
shoulders. She noted a small scar that he had on the upper part of his right arm, but his
kisses soon made her forget the skin's mark.

She could feel his erect member now poking up against her undergarment covered
pussy, as his lower half had slid between her lean legs and rested almost perfectly
between them. The girl gasped, as his member seemed to be twitching and throbbing as it
poked against her wet panties crotch, adding more fuel to her internal fire. Her mind was
spinning in ecstatic glory, as the man had his way with her, with the gentleness of a fine
wine. He kissed Robin's neck so very lightly, causing the gal to shiver even more under
those kisses.

Amon moved up on to his knees after a while, always looking at Robin with a
fiery passion that flamed in his dark eyes. He slipped his pointer fingers under the elastic
waistband of her underwear, and watched her smooth face to see if what he was thinking
of doing was right with her. He waited, eyes locked on to hers.

A trembling Robin lifted her hips in response, as the man's slow and gentle
process was taking any trepidation she was having away. She only knew of the heated
passion that burned deep in herself, and right then was just wanting the man more than
she ever had from anyone before. She nodded, waiting for the man to continue on.

Amon slid the panties off and tossed them to the floor beside the bed. He looked
down to see a shortly cropped pubic hairs around her young sex, it was glistening sweetly
in the candlelight. It was very pink colored, the lips of Robin's labia were engorged and
seemed to be very wet already. It was alive with the fuel of her passions the man had
brought up.

He regarded Robin's pussy and smiled, it was so very inviting for Amon. It was
perfect and enticing, something to be regarded as almost living art. He patiently looked
the girl's face over as he slowly lowered himself back on top of her.

Robin spread her apart her knees further to accommodate the man's return, and
now bare skin met bare skin with excitement. Robin could see he was watching her
closely, as the tip of his rod came into contact with her wet opening. He held himself
there, gauging if it was alright for him to continue on as he seemed to be ever cognizant
of this young girl.

Robin girl felt his cock's head just sitting there, pulsing against the outer lips of
her sex and making her feel just how turned on she was at that point. She nodded for him
to continue, every inch of her simply wanting the man to make love to her. He seemed to
be waiting for that answer, and he give a small smile when she nodded.

Amon began to push the head of his cock into the awaiting opening, and Robin let
out a gasp. She could feel his rod slowly enter her pussy's lips and begin it's slide into her,
her love channels tightness was making her quiver and stiffen a little with every inch he
inserted. She found herself beginning to relax down there, and Amon's manhood
continued its way in more and more, filling her virgin hole with each second.

He stopped for a moment, and lowered his head beside hers. She could feel his
rapid breathing on her earlobe, and she shuttered with the sensation.
" This part might hurt..." He whispered into her ear. " I will go very
slowly."
" I know..." She said back, panting her response as her body waited.

He thrust once with his hip, and suddenly she had a sharp pain blast through her
virgin sex, as she could almost feel a popping feeling come from inside of her. Some tears
welled up for her a little, for it was just as she had seen in her daydreams but it was very
real. The deep set eyed man had just taken her virginity, and that reality made the pain
endurable for her. She felt the pain fading almost as quickly, as she gasped with the
sensations that were replacing them like a tidal wave.. It was like somebody had lit her
fire inside of her, passion fueled fire.

With the pain subsided into nothingness, the man then began to slowly push his
penis even deeper into the girl. With that pain gone, she felt the waves of many emotions
rock her very soul. She flung her legs open as wide as she could, wanting to feel the man
more, her body quivering with each and every stroke that he was delivering

He began to pump his hips, his rod now sliding in and out of Robin effortlessly.
Robin found her that she was moving her hips right back in a involuntary response, her
hands were clasping on to his arms as she never felt so alive as she did right then. She
arched herself, wanting him even more inside of her.

Amon felt the tightness of her pussy now clamping around his rod, each stroke he
made sending pleasure signals to every part of his body. He noted that she was in now
sync with him, her was pussy slamming upwards to devour his rod deep inside her with
more and more passion. All of this seemed to be building and growing, he had definitely
unlocked the girl's pandora's box of passion, and now this girl was in the full throws of
that consumed her. Watching the angelic face of Robin sweat and contort, while listening
to her moans made his member become even harder than what he was. He just lifted
himself a little, and began to plant his rod faster and faster, deeply into the tightness of
her excited hole. He continued to slammed himself harder and harder, his mind only
wanting to search out ever single part of her insides.

Robin began to moan loudly, her body arching every time he pushed himself fully
into her. She would thrust her pussy up to meet him, making sure that every inch of him
was inside of her as much as he could. With her sweat mingling with his sweat, and their
juices beginning to mix too, every sense they had was fully engaged. The two continued
their sexual ballet, pulling themselves higher and higher towards their orgasmic apex.

Amon soon could feel her vaginal walls pulse and spam, and he knew her first
ever orgasm was right there on the, very precipice of exploding. He smiled down at the
girl, as she had her eyes closed, head thrown back and her back arching as she pushed her
hips into his. Knowing that the orgasm was just about upon the girl, he sped himself up a
little more, pounding himself as deep as he could into her. He knew that he could light the
fuse that would set of young Robin's climax bomb.

Wild colors spin in Robin's head, her body now liberally spasaming out of control.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she could only let out a cry of pure ecstacy
while her whole body released. She felt her young pussy pour out wetness, soaking the
man in its slickness as her hips continued to thrust wildly against him, wanting to feel
him more deeply.

She felt the pressures inside of her literally explode with a cataclysmic force, then
another one, making her cry out more and more loudly with each one. She just road the
waves of her orgasmic delights, unable and unwanting it to end as he brought her into a
zone that was pure heaven. She slammed her hips wildly up as waves of orgasms flowing
over her. She called out is name over and over again, just letting herself drift on the huge
tidal waves of pleasure that wracked every inch of her being.

Amon felt her pussy really clamping down after many orgasms, and he could feel
his self control beginning wain rapidly. His balls ached to be released, and he was now to
the point that he could not stop it. He had made sure of giving many orgasms for the girl,
now he wanted to fill her with his spunk He doubled his thrusts, making the girl vibrate
and call his name out again in automatic strings between babbling.

With a loud grunt and a final shutter of his body, he shot his load of cum deep
inside the girl, his body convulsing with his release. She screamed as his pubic bone
smacked into hers, as a very intense climax was triggered by Amon's member vibrating
while he shot his seed deep into her. As one, their orgasms joined in the choir of pure
pleasure that held them, and they road it for a long time.

Sweaty and completely done in, the two layed there for the longest time, his
shrinking member still wedged in her still twitching cunt. They layed there for a very long
time, smiling in their mutual silence.

She could feel his member still inside of her, twitching. She panted, as the cock
was already growing back to it's full size, causing her young hole to react again. He got
off of her, pulling his awakened hard-on out of her and smiled.
" Let's try something.." He murmured.
" Anything you want to.." She replied, not quite sure what he was up to.


He turned the girl over to her stomach, her face showing that she was still unsure
of what he was going to do. Gently, he lifted her back end so she was half on her knees.
Following his lead, she got up on all fours, head turned as he walked on his knees behind
her. She could feel her young sex now oozing more, her anticipation on what he was
going to do making her very wet.

With a single thrust, he entered her hole again, shamming his pelvic up against her
small but well rounded ass cheeks, his balls swinging through her legs and tapping her
short bush.
" Oh MY!" She gasped and shook, feeling his rod once again filling her
inner sanctum.

Amon began to pump again, this time with a little more force. He could see her
head was forward as she panted wildly, her pussy was twitching around him. Her
backside was twinkling with beads of sweat as she pushed her ass back to meet his
thrusts. He smiled and started to hump even more

Against her excited labia, Robin felt the friction of his hairs making the sensations
that much more amplified. She moaned, as she could feel the building inside of her
increase each second... sending her speeding towards another round of earth shattering
orgasms

Amon lifted her ass a little, for her to be perfectly aligned with his longer legs.
The man was making very sure that every little length of his cock could be enclosed into
the velvety confines of her twitching sex. He felt himself shutter, as her vagina walls was
bringing him ever heightening plateaus of pleasures.

The pace the two did, was torrid. Robin slammed he ass against the man violently,
as more orgasms rocked her. She just was so very conscious of his rod filling her up with
each insertion, as each time a little climax came for her, hinting at the magnitude of a
large one that loomed not very long off. She just let whatever flow, all she wanted was to
feel the man once more.

The long haired man felt the young one's cunt suddenly clamping down again, as
it was the cue for her ending orgasm. He just thrust himself deeply into her sharply,
timing it just right. His orgasm joined her's, and they let out a collective scream of
pleasure as they came together in a wall of pure ecstacy.

The two collapsed together forward, flopping on the bed, each were now
completely spent. Amon layed lightly on Robin's back, softly applying kisses on the
juncture of her neck and shoulder. She cooed softly, as to showed the bliss she was
feeling. They layed there for long moments, each one not really wanting to move from
where they had fell.

After awhile, Amon rolled off of the girl and sat up on the edge of the bed. She
was laying there, her face flushed with a very peaceful look. She seemed somewhat dazed
from what had just happened, but her broad smile told of her satisfaction with it all. She
cooed softly in the back of her throat, as all of those many peaceful feelings washed over
her and made her feel at peace.

Amon looked over to the girl and nodded, sensing her condition of pure bliss by
her sweet smiling face.
" You alright?" He asked softly.
" I don't know..." She plainly stated, looking at Amon with a small
bewildered grin. " But that was one of the most amazing things that has ever happened to
me."
" I just had the need to make love to you..." He explained with a small
chuckle. " That was all there is to it."
" Did you... enjoy it?" She asked, blushing with the fact that she had asked
such a question. " It was my... first time..."
" I did!" He said, his face showing a smile. " I should have asked you that
first, though."

He got up and began to root through the large pile of clothes with were both of
theirs, while Robin watched as she layed there.
" So now what comes next here?" She asked, he questions now coming
back to her.
" For what?" He inquired, not turning around to look at her.
" With the fact that there is a hunter out there, hunting me down, wanting
to kill me... are you going to help me with that." She asked meekly, looking at herself
laying there naked.

The man, kneeling on one leg as he continued to look for whatever it was he
looked for, turned his head slightly.
" I am here just for that..." He stated with a very flat tone as she looked at
her. " Only someone who loves you, like I do, can do what needs to be done."

Robin was puzzled by Amon's oddly cryptic words, and by the sense she suddenly
was getting from it. She sat up more in the bed, feeling the tingles of coolness of the
basement room hit on her bare body. She looked over to where the man had went off to,
and gasped.

Amon now was standing there, his large caliber handgun was pointed right at her.
His face was somber and stoic as he stared at her, yet there was a deep sadness held in his
piercing dark eyes.
" I did not want this to come from any of the other SOLOMON Hunters to
do this..." He said slowly. " I love you so much, but the fact is ...you are a witch."
" You are going to kill me?" She gasped, frozen to the spot where she sat,
disbelieving what the man was doing.
" I could not let anyone else do this... I love you too much for that. " He
calmly said.

Robin went to throw herself out of harms way, away from the man with the gun
that professes to lover her. At that exact instant, Amon had cooly and calmly had pulled
the trigger. The shot threw Robin back on to the bed, slamming up against the wall the
bed was against. The girl bounced off the wall violently and then landed very still on the
off white mattress of the bed, as the gunshot echoed through the room like a crack of
thunder from the heavens.

Young Robin was laying on her back, blood pouring from the gunshot to her
upper left chest area. Her crimson blood flowed over the ivory white of her breasts,
dripping on to her stomach and sides and painted the bare mattress with it's scarlet. Her
red pendant sat in the valley between her breasts, as the flow of blood crossed over and
around like a sickening river of red. She could feel the ORBO in that bullet oozing
through her system already.

She felt her breathing becoming more labored, the pain she was having was
almost too intense to endure, yet she made no move to use her power. She just used the
last little bit of her strength to turn her head and stare up at the man with disbelief.
" Why?" She whispered weakly. “ You said that you loved me?”

Amon walked up to the bedside, and looked at the dying girl laying there in the
soaking pool of her own blood. His eyes held a great sadness, even a tear had formed in
the corner of one.
“ I did this because I love you. I agreed only out of the knowledge that
others might be not as kind in doing their duty." He stated one more time, placing the
barrel of the gun to Robins forehead. “ I wanted to make sure that you received this in as
respectful of a way possible.
" I will not use my powers, you know... I love you." Robin said, closing
her eyes.
" Forgive me then... My sweet little Robin." He whispered, a finality
tinging his words.

A second blast rang out, echoing through the room like the first did. The girl's
body went limp, the last breath could be heard escaping from her mouth, then the head
lolled over to one side to stare in death at the wall. The gun had made a hole in the center
of her forehead. Robin Sena was no longer... the eve of witches had been dispatched

Amon lowered his gun and turned back to the clothes on the floor. He retrieved
the girl's long red coat and covered her nakedness up, his eyes seeming to tear up as he
did this so reverently. He turned his head, forcing his eyes away from his act.

The man dressed with his back to the bed, but something was in his eyes that
never had been before. A whole flood of tears.



**********************

The inquisitor of SOLOMON sat in a almost empty room in the depths of the
STN-J headquarters, looking over some papers. He seemed very somber as he read the
pages one by one by the light of two candles placed just next to him.

The thin grey haired bespectacled man sat silent in contemplation of the written
words, as he heard footsteps come into the room. He glanced up and saw the dark
brooding figure of Amon come in with a smooth gait. He seemed to have been expecting
the man, as he put down whatever he had been reading to greet the tall young Hunter.

The inquisitor looked right at the man, a look of questioning holding in his old
eyes.
" Has it been done, my son?" The Inquisitor asked very flatly.

The tall Hunter looked at the man with a very blank look, not answering the man
right off.
" Robin is dead. I made sure of it, Inquisitor." He said flatly, his voice very
unfeeling. " Does this finishes my dealings with you and SOLOMON headquarters, is that
not right?"

The older man sat back and his face broke a smile, as he took off his silver framed
spectacles.
" That it does, Amon." He said a slowed speech. " I only wish that you
would reconsider staying with SOLOMON and the STN-J. You are the best hunter we
have ever hand." He picked up the papers in front of him and started to read, while
commenting. " I do hope you that you reconsider, it is a terrible shame to waste such
talent."
“ I will not..” Said Amon, then silence. “ I have been forced to do things I
never wanted to do.”

The older man clearly heard a click suddenly and looked up. Amon was standing
there, his gun trained right on him.
" My tenure is now done... I have killed the girl that I loved, on your
vengeful and fear-filled orders!" He said, his cold stare burrowing into the man's eyes
with pure hate. " Now I give myself the orders... and they are to kill you."
" W... Wait..." The man stammered.

A gunshot rang out, and the Inquisitor slumped back in the leather backed chair, a
gaping bullet wound to the very center of his forehead. His eyes were clouding over
quickly in death, his one hand had reflexively jumped up to clutch the crucifix he wore
around his neck, but the rest of him went limp.

Amon snuffed and put away his firearm, as he watched the body closely for any
signs of life. He sneered, as he felt the man's wrist and could not find even a pulse. The
man was very much dead.
" You fucking bastard!" He swore venomously to the corpse, while turning
away and beginning to simply walk out of the room. " You do this shit in the name of
what you call the almighty God... May your damned soul rot in hell forever for the deeds
you have done in life, and the deeds that you have made other do in the name that you
hold so dear.."

The night was falling when the large man left Raven's Flat by way of a side
entrance that was rarely used, a heavy fog hung in the darkening air.

Amon had successfully dodged running into any of the other STN members, as he
made his way out of the building. They did not know yet that he was still alive, and he
was not about to reveal that he was either.

It was just as well, as he was not in the mood for any chit-chat or to explain why
the body of the Inquisitor slumped in a chair with a bullet in the head. He had enough of
both SOLOMON and the STN.
" Let them deal with what is left of the Inquisitor... I am out of here." He
growled to himself

The man got into his car and drove off into the deepening night. As he drove away
from Raven Flat for the very last time, Amon held up a red pendant in one hand as he
drove. The trinket was the one that Robin had always been wearing, the one given to her
by her mother as a young baby and that she had always worn. This was the last vestiges of
the life of the young Crafter. The last memories that were burning the young Hunter’s
very heart out.

Amon held it for a second before pocketing the trinket and returned to keep
himself driving into the darkening night. More tears flowed down his broad face, but his
eyes never left the front of his car.
“ Damned everyone to hell!” He spat to the interior of the car. “ Damn this
all!!

The darkness of night quickly had swallowed the man up, car and all. As quick as
that, there was no obvious sign of the man. Raven’s flat was now somber and still in the
night embrace..

On the road in front of Raven flat, two strange objects layed in the gutter at street
side. The discarded things were a large gun still in a leather shoulder holster, and a cross
pendant that glowed with a eerie greenish light. Amon's STN ties were now severed.

Wherever the man was going now, the objects were of little use to him now. The
memories the man had were the only things worth taking... and they were ones of loss and
pain.