A/N: 1st Fanfic...soooo be brutal, i guess lol

i hope to have more uploaded soon, but we'll just hafta see how things go

Shilo ran far away from the opera, hoping to escape not only the memories of her father, but also his lies, and the promises of Rotti and his kids. She stopped to look around, and think about how she would get home. She leaned against a wall, and tried to catch her breath.
It wasn't until now, that she heard the ever familiar beeping, "Blood pressure warning. Blood pressure warning.
Medicate immediately. Medicate immediately." She ripped the damned bracelet off her wrist, and smashed it to the ground before she passed out.
When she awoke, her eyes fluttered open to reveal a face she had come to know all too well.
Graverobber was kneeling beside her, his Zydrate gun placed up her nose, ready for extraction. "Do you mind?" She exclaimed sitting up. "I'm still using this," she said, touching her head.
"Oh! Sorry kid, I thought you were-" he said slicing his finger across his throat. "I wish I were," Shilo barely whispered, as he helped her up.
"So," he said noticing the pile of metal, and wires, which once was her blood pressure monitor. "Rough night?" he asked with a hint of underlying sarcasm.
"A little," she said, with no emotion. "Well, if you wanna talk, go ahead," Graverobber stated. Shilo just stood there, quickly reliving all the events that had occurred within the last hour.
"No, thanks," she said, a tear coming to her eye. "Suit yourself," he commented as he started to walk off.
"Wait," she called after him.
He stopped.
"I'm coming with you," she said, as she jogged up to his side.
"Kid," he began.
"Shilo," she corrected.
"Shilo," he said with a sigh. "It's probably not the best idea for me to be hanging around a kid. Bad for the reputation, ya know? I mean, who's gonna wanna buy Zydrate from someone hanging around a kid, and what are people gonna think?"
Shilo looked at him with a bit of confusion, and resentment in her eyes, and then said, "Can you at least help me to get home?"
"Fine," Graverobber sighed, "Let's go, kid, but this is it, right, just this one favor? Then you're outta my hair?"
Shilo nodded, hesitantly.
"Okay," Graverobber said, as he started walking again.
They walked through alley after alley, past body after body.
With every dead body they passed, Shilo imagined her father ripping these people open, tearing their organs out, leaving them for dead, not bothering to clean up his mess.
She shuddered at the thought of what he had done.
"Hey, wait up," she called as she looked up and saw that the Graverobber was nearly ten feet away.
He turned to look back at her, "You gotta keep up, kid. I can't keep stopping for you."
Just as Shilo caught up, he heard a set of footsteps coming toward them.

"You hear that, kid?" he whispered to her.
"What?" she said, not lowering her voice.
"Shhhh," he said, realizing it was two sets of footsteps, rather than one.
Big heavy boots, clunking towards them.
"Shit," he exclaimed, as he took off, and dove into the nearest dumpster.
Shilo followed, but refused to go dumpster diving, she knelt behind the dumpster just as two genecops strode past.
"Phew," Graverobber said, sitting up.
"That was close. Now, get up, let's go."
Shilo did as she was told, and followed behind him, until a trash truck drove by, and stopped.
"Hop on, kid," he said, taking a seat on the back of the truck.
She stepped up, and held on for dear life as the truck began moving.

About halfway to their destination, Shilo turned to the man who had saved her life, not only tonight, but on many occasions.
Whether it was the lighting (or there lack of) or the fact that he had been more of a father to her, than her real father, she had seen something in him, that she didn't quite see before.
Something she didn't understand, which led her to ask why he was helping her.
He just kind of shrugged.
A few minutes passed, and he said they needed to make a little pit stop.
They hopped off the truck right at the gate of the cemetery where they had first met.
He quickly lifted her up, over the fence, quickly sneaking a peek under her dress.
Then he climbed over, himself.
He proceeded to open up three graves, and extract the Zydrate from them.

Another question crossed her mind.
"How can he stand doing this stuff?" she thought aloud.
"What stuff?" he asked in response.
She jumped up, a little startled by the response she got, since she hadn't quite intending on his hearing.
"Steal and sell Zydrate," she clarified.
"Oh," he said with a shrug, "Gotta make a living somehow."
She nodded as if to say, 'That makes sense'.
He finished up, and began to lead her to the door to her mother's tomb. He followed her through the corridor, and into the house, just to make sure she was safe.
She started up the stairs, stopped, turned around, and walked back to him.
She reached up, and hugged him.
"Thanks," she said, as she ran back up the stairs.
He watched as she disappeared up the stairs, turned around, and went to leave, when Shilo came back down the stairs.
"I-I can't stand being in this house. Everywhere I look I see another lie my father told me."
"Well," he said, leaning against the railing of the stairs.
"What would you like me to do about that?" he asked her.
"Take me with you," she responded. "I won't be a bother," she added sitting on the stair.
He sighed, and considered the scenario.

"Kid," he began. "I have a reputation to uphold, and I can't have you ruining that for me. It took me so long to get it, and-" he looked at Shilo's saddened face.
"Fine, kid," he sighed. Okay."
Shilo jumped up, and hugged him, again. "Thank you so much!"
"Yeah," he responded.