DISCLAIMER: I do not own Repo! the Genetic Opera in any way.
Authors Note: This one is short but the next ones will be much longer. Please review and tell me if you like it so that I know to keep writing.
Thunder roared above the graveyard but rain had not fallen yet. A tall figure sat hunched over a corpse, extracting a glowing blue substance into a glass vile. Blond hair pale as the moon that peaked through the clouds spilled over her shoulders, almost touching the ground. The stench of the dead repulsed her intensely but never the less, she went grave after grave collecting Zydrate.
"Whatcha doin', kid?" A booming voice from behind called towards her. She slowly turned and got to her feet, all the while hoping that she wouldn't be facing a GenCop. Fortunately, she stood almost eye to eye with the infamous Graverobber. He was dressed in his usual attire consisting of a brown leather trenchcoat, a raggedy shirt, dark pants and don't forget the combat boots.
"What does it matter to you?" The girl asked in an accent that Graverobber vaguely recalled that it came from a now long gone land called England. For a moment, Graverobber got lost in her eyes which were a shade a blue that could only be associated with the midnight sky.
"Well this is my graveyard," He replied with a smirk. The girl who was nineteen years of age rolled her eyes and returned to her mission of extracting the powerful painkiller from a rotting corpse. Graverobber gradually inched closer to her, watching her long fingers work quickly. "Got a name, kid?"
Slowly, she put the last of the glass viles into her worn leather messenger bag and turned to face Graverobber once again. "Yeah, I do," she smirked, "Doesn't mean I'm going to give it to you." Just by looking at her, Graverobber could tell she wasn't a Z addict or even a Z user for that matter. She looked so innocent wearing a long, flowing, white gown and gazing with those big eyes of hers.
"Listen, kid. Why are you getting into the Zydrate market?" Graverobber wondered aloud as he sat on the ground, resting his back against the freezing rock of a tombstone. With a sigh, she slumped to the ground to join him.
"My family," she began, "They all got Repo'd. Lucky for me, my father had payed off my heart surgery before he left my mother, three brothers and I. Eventually we couldn't pay anymore and that was when my mother had her kidney taken. One by one they were killed and soon, I was left to fend for myself, which I have been doing for the past four years. So I joined up with this group of teenagers who were alone as well, but little did they tell me that they still hadn't payed off their surgeries. Again, I had to watch the people I loved die because of some man who hides a mask."
They just sat there for a minute, the girl staring straight ahead and Graverobber staring at her. "So you're collecting Z to sell so you can make some money to get a place and put food on your table," He assumed. Solemnly, she nodded. Droplets of rain began to fall from the weeping sky, soaking the both of them.
In the blink of an eye she up on her feet and walking away but before she got too far she turned around and with a smile said, "Star. The name is Star."
"Well then Star, meet me here tomorrow same time."