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Even in Death

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The building was collapsing; walls cracking into pieces all around them and still Robin tried to free them all.  All the witches that had been captured and were being used to make orbo.  Amon grabbed hold of the young fire witch’s arm.  “Robin, we have to get out of here!”

“There’s only one left!”  she objected and tried to pull away and move for the only remaining witch left at the back of the room.

“There’s no time!  If we don’t get out now we won’t get out at all!”

Her turquoise eyes were pleading with him when she looked back at him.  “Please, Amon.  I have to try.”

He couldn’t say no to her, he never had been able to, and reluctantly he let her go.  She ran to the back of the room, oblivious to the falling debris, and released the final witch.  Her task complete, she turned and ran back toward Amon.  She was halfway across the room when it happened.  There was a loud crack and a rather large piece of concrete broke free of the roof and plummeted down.  It all seemed like slow motion to Amon.  The concrete struck Robin hard, knocking her to the floor, nearly cutting her in half, and a twisted piece of rebar pierced through her midsection.  A small cry of pain was all she could manage under the crushing weight of the concrete.

“Robin!”  Amon shouted and ran to her side.  She wasn’t dead, not yet, but both of them knew she was a goner.  “Robin.”

“Amon,” she whispered over the crumbling building.  “Go, save yourself.”

“I’m not going to leave you here.”

“You’ll only get yourself killed.”

“No!”

Robin closed her eyes, her brow furrowing in concentration and pain and suddenly her fire barrier flared up between her and Amon forcing him to back away from her.  “Get out of here,” she said, a trickle of blood running down her chin from her mouth, “live for me; I have no regrets.”  With those final words, she laid her head down and closed her eyes, her face softening from pain into a peaceful smile as death claimed her, but Amon didn’t leave.  As soon as life left her body, something came over Amon, a determination to reclaim her from death, and that determination drove him forward.  He grabbed hold of the concrete pinning her to the floor and lifted it off of her, pulling the rebar out in the process.  Then, he picked her up bridal style and fled the building.

Give me a reason to believe that you’re gone.
I see your shadow so I know they’re all wrong.


Amon jerked out of the memory and looked around the headquarters of the STN-J from behind his desk.  Robin’s death had been over two months ago, but he could still feel her here.  His eyes wandered and automatically fell on where Robin usually sat.  For an instant he could have sworn he had seen her there, but now it was empty again.  He had returned to the STN-J only a week after the collapse of the Factory and had been questioned on how he had escaped before resuming his old position.  They had also informed him that they had not found Robin’s body after he confessed that she had died, but he had told them a lie when he said that he knew nothing about where he body could have gone.  He knew exactly where it was because he had taken it with him.  Just one of two things he had omitted from his report.  The other was the fact that his own witch powers, the ones that had driven his mother crazy and that he had feared happening to him his whole life, had awakened the night of Robin’s death.  He’d be damned if he told the STN-J that though because unlike his mother, who hadn’t understood what was happening to her, he wasn’t losing his mind.  Quite the contrary, not that he knew what his powers were he was planning to use them.

“Hey, Amon, you alright?” Michael asked, noticing his boss’s unease.

Amon stood and headed for the door.  “fine.” He answered and left.  It was a full moon tonight, good for seeing what he was doing.

~*~

Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay.


The full moon fell on the small mound of earth in front of Amon, the extension cord leading into it nearly invisible in the grass.

They took you away from me
But now I’m taking you home.


“Robin, I hope you haven’t made yourself comfortable in Heaven.”  He said to the body buried beneath the earth and stuck the shovel he carried into the soft earth.  The Factory had taken the woman he loved, but tonight he was going to get her back.

I will stay forever here with you, my love.
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on.


He tossed the first shovel full to the side and went back in for another, as he did he remembered her.  Her eyes, her hair, but mostly her voice.  Even now he could hear her. ‘Amon.’

Some say I’m crazy for my love

Michael stopped his typing and looked over at the woman nearby.  “Karasuma, have you noticed anything different about Amon?”

The psychic looked up from what she was doing.  “Different?”

“I don’t know, but ever since he came back there’s been this aura around him that just screams power.”

“Amon’s always been like that.”

“Yeah, but this feels like a different kind of power.  To tell the truth, it reminds me a lot of Robin.  Even though she didn’t flaunt it, something about her warned you that she had power.”

“Amon did take her death pretty hard, but I think he’s alright.”

“Have you felt anything from him?”

The psychic froze, remembering a time after he had come back.  She had accidentally brushed against Amon’s shoulder as he walked by and she had seen it: Robin’s death and, something even more disturbing, Amon digging a large hole that looked like a grave, but what did it mean?  “I did see Robin’s death when I accidentally touched him.” She admitted.

“Anything else?”

Was it worth telling?  No, this was Amon they were talking about, the most level headed of them all.  Silently, she shook her head.

But no bonds can hold me
From your side, my love.
They don’t know you can’t leave me.
They don’t hear you singing to me.


Another shovel full of dirt joined the growing pile as the hole grew deeper. ‘I’ll get her back.’ He promised himself and that one sentence became a chant in his head, keeping time with his digging as her voice still haunted him. ‘Ahahahahahmeeeeeeen.’ She sang as she finished a prayer and he couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face from how similar that word of prayer sounded to his name.

I will stay forever here with you, my love.
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
And I can’t love you anymore than I do.


The pile grew higher as Amon slowly disappeared into the earth.  His face was covered in a thin layer of sweat and a streak of dirt decorated a cheek and his forehead from where he had wiped the sweat away.  Three more shovelfuls and suddenly there was a clang of metal on metal.  With fervor he quickened his pace, throwing dirt wildly out of the hole as he uncovered the large white box inside.  He threw the shovel out of the hole and fell to his hands and knees on top of it, digging it the rest of the way out with his bare hands.  He was breathing hard, his breath coming out in loud gasps, when he found the latch and sprang it to open the box.  There was a hiss and a blast of cold air and fog came out from inside.  He threw the lid back and gazed down at the woman inside; his beautiful Robin.  It was crude, yes, using this large freezer as a casket for a woman he loved more than life itself, but he had to preserve her as well as possible.  He wanted a living being who was warm to the touch with flowing blood when he brought her back, not a walking corpse.  That’s why he stole her away from the Factory.  He couldn’t let them embalm her; she really would have been lost to him forever if he had.  “Robin.” He whispered and reached a hand in to brush a strand of hair away from her peaceful face.  She looked just like she was sleeping and suddenly Amon had second thoughts.  She looked so peaceful lying there like that.  Could he really bring her back to this life full of lies and deception?  

Her voice came back to him again from that night, her pleading voice. ‘I have to try.’  She had used her powers to save the other witches in the Factory; he would do the same for her.  He reached in and picked her up out of the freezer and slung her over a shoulder then slammed the lid shut and climbed on top to use it as a step to get out of the grave.  He was tall enough to climb out onto his hands and knees with Robin’s body still over his shoulder and glanced up at the full moon.  It was as white as new fallen snow and seemed just as cold, a reflection of the sun, just as the frozen corpse in his arms was a reflection of the woman he loved.

I will stay forever here with you, my love.
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
And I can’t love you anymore than I do.


Gently, he laid Robin’s body down in the grass.  She still had the peaceful look she’d had on her face when she died.  ‘I have no regrets.’  Her voice whispered through his mind and neither would he, not when he had her back and safe in his arms.  He had promised himself that when he had first discovered his power on that night.  He had sworn to himself and to her that when she was back and would always protect her.  His powers had increased exponentially since that night and he had harnessed them well.  He wasn’t sure what it was that had awakened them, whether it had been her death or his determination to bring her back he really didn’t care, but when he had reached his hand out to remove a dead plant from a window in his house and it had sprang back to life, as healthy as it had been when he had first gotten it, he had known.  His powers had awakened; he was a witch, a necromancer to be precise, with power over the dead.  The power to give life.  No wonder his mother had gone insane.  If dead things had started to come to life around you and you had no explanation for it you’d go crazy too.

He brushed the hair away from her face again and laid his hand against her frozen cheek.  “Soon, Robin.” He promised then put his hands right over her heart.  He closed his eyes and focused on nothing but her and calling her soul back from death.  His power flowed from him into her, warming her body, preparing it for life.  Her blood flowed, her heart started to beat, her brain fired instructions to the other organs to make them begin functioning again.  Her wound from the rebar had healed well.  Amon had made sure of that by restarting life to the cells just long enough for them to heal.  At most she would have some scaring, but what warrior didn’t?  That’s what Robin was, a warrior, one who had taken on death and was about to walk away victorious.  At that instant, Amon found her soul and grabbed hold, dragging it back from the beyond before it had a chance to fight, and shoved it into Robin’s awaiting body.

Her eyes flew open, air filling her frozen lungs as she took her first breath in over two months.  She coughed and sat up, her lungs not yet fully operational, the coughs making her shoulders shake as she pulled more air into them and they thawed.  She stopped coughing and wrapped her arms around herself, shaking uncontrollably.  Amon didn’t blame her; she had literally been frozen to the core.

Silently, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.  She pulled it close around her and he pulled her to her feet, wrapping one arm around her slim waist and resting the other on her shoulder, holding her close to help warm her with his body heat.  “A…Amon?  W…what…?” she whispered through chattering teeth, her voice quiet and shaking from lack of use and her shivering.

“I’ll explain later.” He answered and led her away before her turquoise eyes could see her makeshift grave.

We die, but real love remains forever.
I got the Witch Hunter Robin series on DVD for my birthday and after watching it and hating the ending again I decided to write a fanfic. Then I heard the song Even In Death by Evanescence and a plot formed. I love this songfic, it's one of my best ones so enjoy and please comment.

I do not own WHR so don't sue, you won't get much.
Even in Death is (c) Evanescence
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OMG, I love this so much! Amon and Robin belong together, but plleeeaasse can you continue this? I'd love to know what Robin thinks about being brought back to life, and I think this has a lot of potential, pleeaasse?