Chapter 2 - Chapitre Two

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Black Roses: Chapitre 2;



Robin sighed. The entire STNJ team, now with a new member, Isaac, had been spending all of their time searching for the particular witch. Isaac's friend at the Library had pulled up a list of departures from Heathrow airport that indicated that Titus's two children had departed for Japan after his funeral. Right now, the Library's agents were searching through the medical records. Apparently, Isaac had said, Titus had developed an unusually platelet count when his Craft powers had manifested.

“Miss Sena, could you please pass me that book you were just reading?” Isaac asked, interrupting Robin's daydreams. She started, and saw that he was leaning in front of her.

“Oh, just `Robin' please.” Robin said, hoping she didn't flush. Isaac's face was awfully close to hers. “Um, here you go.” She dug the book out from under a pile of papers that Michael had dumped on top of it.

“Thank you.” He said. Then, he lapsed into fluent Italian. “Umm, I've been meaning to ask you this for a while.” He said, his ears glowing red. “Robin, would you like to-”

“Little Robin, Isaac! We found something that you might be interested in.” Kosaka barked. Isaac straightened abruptly, his ears beginning to fade.

“We'll be right there.” Robin said to the chief, puzzling over why Isaac had spoken in Italian to her. Unless, he was about to say something that he didn't want the other members of STNJ to hear.



“We've been checking through the airports, and it seems that one of Titus's children, his daughter, is in town.” Michael typed, and something appeared on the screen. “Boss, maybe you should send Hunters after her? Just to talk to her.”

Kosaka looked around the room. “Fine. I want Robin, Amon, and Isaac, since he knows so much about out mystery witch. And Robin, I know that you don't like it, but I want you to bring an Orbo cross with you.”

Robin looked away. She detested the strange green fluid.



“It's probably for the best.” Isaac said to her later on. Like her, he also sported an Orbo cross around his neck. “I've read about Orbo, I don't like it either, but it's a necessary evil in this case. Titus's power worked automatically. The two agents he attacked didn't have time to do anything against his assault.”

“You're probably right.” Robin replied, gazing out of Amon's car's window.

“We're here.” Amon stated, ending any further conversation attempts. “Isaac, you know how to use a gun?”

“Don't need one. I just need my case.” Isaac answered, as he hoisted his suitcase out of Amon's car.

“Robin, be ready to light anything, if we need a distraction.” Amon said.

“Yes.” She replied. “But what do we do if STNJ can't get here in time?”

“Oh, you're a pyrokinetic?” Isaac asked, interested. “Don't worry. I'll be able to put out any fires.”

Before Robin could question how, Amon knocked on the door of the motel.

“…Yes?” someone, a woman, said sleepily. “What is it?
“Miss Anton, could we speak to you?” Amon asked. “We're with the local police, and we'd like to talk to you about your father.”

“My father is dead.” Titus Anton's daughter, Cecily, opened the door. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red. “He died several months ago, after he fell into a river.”

“Ma'am, your father was responsible for two deaths in England, and recently bodies have appeared in a similar fashion in the city.” Isaac said. “Now, do you know anything about this?”

Cecily Anton glared at Isaac. “My father was no murderer!” she screamed. Instantly, a cloud of thick black fog appeared, enveloping Amon. “Anyone who says that is lying!”

Amon winced, and fell to one knee. “What's going on?” he said through gritted teeth. “The Orbo isn't working.” He tried to withdraw his gun, but Cecily kicked it away from him.

“It's not a craft power!” Isaac shouted. He kicked his suitcase, and it flew open, revealing-pieces of note paper? Robin opened her mouth to question him when the paper snaked out, as if blown by the wind. Then, they flew towards Cecily, who had knelt down to Amon's level, and was crooning something.

“What is this!” she cried, as she was thrown against the wall. The fog thinned, and Amon collapsed, panting. Isaac made a gesture with his hand, and more of the sheets flew towards the pinned girl, covering her mouth and eyes. Eventually, only her nose was exposed, she was covered in the paper. The fog vanished.

“Is that your Craft power?” Robin asked. “Amon, lean on my shoulder, please.”

“I'm fine.” The older Hunter snapped.

“No, you aren't. Even with the Orbo, you'll still be quite weak. It feels like every bone in your body is made of lead, doesn't it?” Isaac asked. “I was afraid of this. There were mentions in one of the books of a power other then the Craft, which affect the mind. Cecily evidently is capable of using them. If you hadn't had your Orbo, it would have probably killed you, by making your mind think that your body was too heavy to support itself. Just accept our help.” Isaac and Robin hoisted Amon, supporting him on their shoulders. “You probably won't be able to drive back, though.”

“We need to call in, to tell them about this.” Amon panted. “Use my communicator.”

“Okay then. Michael, I assume that you are listening to this?” Isaac asked.

“Of course. You need transport?”

“That would be nice. Oh, do you have any way of tranquilizing a person, if the Orbo doesn't work?”
“Well, you could withhold breath until they pass out.” Michael suggested. “But that's a tad risky.”

“True. I don't suppose you have any tranquilizer darts?”

“In my trunk.” Amon said. “Robin, can you put me down, just leaning against the wall?”

Robin complied. “Should I go get them?”

“Yeah, here are the keys.” Amon replied, handing her the keychain.

After Robin had left, Isaac knelt down in from of Amon. “Do I even want to know why you have a tranquilizer gun and the darts in your trunk?”

“No.”



“So this girl, she's immune to Orbo?” Karasuma asked Isaac. “Why?”

“Cecily here isn't a witch. She's, for lack of a better word, a hypnotist. When she attacked Amon, a black cloud appeared around him. It wasn't real; she just made us believe that it was there. Then, while he was distracted, she hypnotized him into thinking that his body was crushing him. If she had maintained eye contact, she would have essentially made his body kill itself. “

“Well she certainly did a number on him. According to our medical team, he's going to be in bed for at least a week.” Sakaki said. “Not that he'll let that stop him.”

“Just lock up his apartment. He does live in an apartment, right?” Isaac replied half-jokingly.

“Yes.” Kosaka said. “But we have spare rooms at the office, so he could just stay there.”

Karasuma sighed. “I suppose he'll have to. Do you two need rides back to your houses?” she asked Robin and Isaac.

“Yes, please.”



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