Authors Note: This is going to be replacing my OneShot! It is inspired by "Whiskey Lullaby" by Brad Paisley, and I'm hoping for quite a few chapters! PLEASE R&R so I know whether it's even worth writing or not :) Oh, and this is my first Repo! Fic, so be patient please ^_^.
Disclaimer: I do not tears own Repo! Or Whiskey Lullaby.
He found her thinking she was a body in the back alley. Where she had been petite, she was now just skin stretched over bones. Where she had been pale, she was now a sickly greenish-yellow. Where she had worn a long black wig, she now had short, greasy, brittle, pixie-length hair. Where her soft, brown, innocent doe eyes had been were now hollow pits of despair. If it wasn't for the shallow rising and falling of her now-blossoming chest, Graverobber would have thought her a worthy Zydrate factory.
"Kid?" He had basically tripped over her. She looked up at him with dead eyes, and they twinkled for a moment.
"G...Robbie...er..." Was all she could get out. Her throat was obviously dry, and she was beyond weak. Graverobber knelt next to her, an unusual panic rising in his chest. He pushed it back down. Now was not the time to panic. Why did he even care? Maybe because she wasn't a scalpel slut. Maybe because she was different.
"Here, hold still Kid." He scooped her up into his arms, and almost toppled over. He thought she'd way more than next to nothing! Her head flopped against his shoulder, where she contentedly listened to his steady heart beat. Finally, something constant. Her vision blurred as she lost consciousness.
When she awoke, she was in a dimly-lit room that smelled of warm and cold all at the same time. Wait, smelled of warm and cold? That's when Shilo Wallace realized there was a bowl of hot something, oh food! It had been so long since she'd had hot food. The cold was a washcloth being pressed to her forehead. Over her sat her hero, the painted Z dealer, and an unfarmilliar woman. She had long, dark red curls, and golden eyes. She was pale, but not as pale as Shi, and freckles kissed her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
"Hey honey, you in there?" Shi tried to sit up, but the woman pushed her down. "Easy does it tiger!" A cup of cold, what was it again, oh! Water! Was pressed to her lips as Graverobber supported her head. "Sip it! If you chug, you'll puke." Warned the alto. She sipped greedily, and finally, when the feeling of moisture in her mouth returned, she was helped into a sitting position. Her head swam, but after a few seconds, she was alright.
"Where am I? Who are you?" She whispered in fear of her cracked lips splitting. The woman smiled a rosy smile, with crooked teeth. "On the street, they call me Madame Akire. For you, darlin', I'm your sweet heroine Kiki." Graverobber rolled his eyes. "But, where am I?" Shilo dared to question again.
As Kiki said this, Shilo's eyes widened with fear. "We, darling, are in the basement of GeneCo."
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A/N: Well, let me know how you like it so far, and if you have any suggestions, PLEASE let me know ^_^. This IS my first Repo! Fic after all!