This is my first Fanfic, but that doesn't mean that I didn't watch the film about 30 times in one weekend. It's been awhile though and I was starting to go through withdrawls so I went through this fic again to edit and work on chapter two(coming soon). Enjoy, but be warned that it's not my best work:)
Graverobber stood in the dark, deserted ally. All his customers had gone, having gotten thier fix and he stood alone. Just as he was preparing to leave he stopped. A sound had reached his ears.
It was a quaint, pathetic, and desparate sort of noise. A kind of fleeting and unavoidable sound that was so desparate it seemed to draw him toward itself.
He turned to face the ally and the direction from which the sound had come. He stood for a moment, waiting to hear it again. It came, this time accumpanied by a series of coughs. Whoever it was, they seemed to need his help.
As he walked he noticed the dumpster against the wall beneath a sign. He could not recall having opened it that night. He was certain that the source of the noise had come from there. He proceeded to the dumpster and slowly raised the lid.
There among the discarded news papers and molded magazines lay a girl. She was pale and cold. She shivered and shook, but not so much from cold, as from pain. There was a great deal of blood on the newspaper and she was curled up holding her leg. She was covered in many cuts and bruises, but her leg appeared broken. She didn't seem to notice him and he simply watched her as he decided what he should do.
He assessed her for a moment. She was either in shock or just in terrible pain. He debated whether a dose of Zydrate would help her at all. She was clearly in the sort of pain the drug had been manufactured for. He took the last vile of "Z" from his jacket and placed it in the gun.
He leaned over the rim of the dumpster and rolled up her sleeve. He lowered the gun and pressed it to her shoulder. Before he could pull the trigger she stirred and began to panick.
"No!" she shouted and pushed away the gun.
"I'm not trying to hurt you."
She stared at him. Her eyes were wild and blood shot as she pondered She was shuddering and every muscle in her body was tensed. Her breath came in short rasps through clenched teeth. He was nearly certain the pain would kill her.
He raised the gun again and lowered it toward her. She Jumped when she saw it. Her eyes were latched to it. As it came closer she tried to scoot away. He decided to explain himself using short and blunt words.
"This vile contains Zydrate." he indicated the gun with his free hand, "Zydrate relieves pain. This pain you're expieriencing could kill you. If you don't let me inject you with Zydrate you could die. So, you could lay there in agony until you bleed to death and die of shock, or you could use my alternative. What will it be? Are you going to let me help you or shall I close the lid?" he almost regretted his harshness, but it had seemed to work.
He waited a minute before lowering the gun. She looked frightened, but didn't move this time. He touched the gun to her skin.
"This will hurt, but it will help." He pulled the trigger. She jolted, then relaxed.