First story, here we go. Enjoy?
She ran out into the alley breathless. Had it all happened? Had her father just been shot, had she forgiven him? Had she seen him die right in front of her? It was too much to handle. Dad, he's gone. How could it have happened? Why did all of this happen to him? It was her fault for believing Rotti. She stumbled and coughed, still feeling the affects of having not taken her medication. She fell down and coughed for a good minute, nearly throwing up. My dad poisoned me. Poisoned. poison. poison .poison.......poison.......poison? No, it wasn't poison it was her medicine, her father wasn't poisoning her. What was she doing outside? She needed to be home before her dad! She needed to take her medication! She stood and rushed out of the alley and back toward her home.
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Graverobber watched her stumble. He felt for the girl, he truly did. He had seen everything on the screen, just like the rest of them. He had never planned to watch but had found he had nothing else to do as even all of his 'clients' were watching the opera. He almost went to help her up but she stood then and rushed off. What do i care anyway. He let her run.
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Inside, finally, and before her dad! She coughed again and remembered her medicine. She quickly took it, gulping down the water. then she sat down on the couch, still covered in blood and waited for her father. He should be home soon. She'd wait for him right there. She really wanted to see him, something in the back of her mind told her that something bad happened, but she silenced it. Of course nothing bad had happened. The opera was just too much excitement and she had to leave. She couldn't wait for her father to get home so she could tell him how much she really loved him. She really needed to do that for some reason.
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He followed anyway, knowing that most of the junkies were too shocked to even care about the drugs. Besides he'd never known any more prone to gossip than his 'clients'. He at least would like to make sure she made it home, he had played a bit of a part that night, though not a big one, and he had actually been helping her. He saw her rush inside, not bothering to close the gate or the door. He left her there, knowing no one would really want to bother her or go into her house aside from reporters, but they would most likely focus on the Largo's. She'll be fine. He walked away then, back to work. The opera may have been shocking to others, but to Graverobber it had little to do with him. He had work to do.
Short, but just a prologue. Chapter 1 will be better =3