Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera, or Graverobber (unfortunately). I reap no profit from this effort. It is written purely for my own amusement and the satisfaction of my muses.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic for Repo! The Genetic Opera. It is my current addiction. If it is possible to be addicted to a movie character, then I am most definitely addicted to Graverobber. This story is highly Graverobber centric. It is my attempt to get inside his mysterious and oh so intriguing mind. The first two chapters take place within the movie. They are my interpretation of what the enigmatic one was thinking. It is also my theory of what made him the Graverobber we all know and love. Ok, enough chit chat. On with the show!
"Drug market. Sub-market. Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in." He crooned. But he did know. He knew all too well why he got in. His baby sister's face flashed through his mind.
"Make the pain go away." she pleaded. "Please. Just make it stop." Tears streamed down her face.
He knelt beside her bed and grasped her hands to keep her from clawing at the severely infected wound in her stomach. "Shhh." He whispered in her ear. "It's gonna be alright." He wasn't about to tell her they were out of morphine. Not until he had an alternative.
Graverobber pushed the memory out of his head. He wouldn't think of his sister. Not tonight. He had other things that were more pressing. Like the kid he had stumbled across and haphazardly thrown into his world. He grinned and held up the glowing vial. "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial."
"A little glass vial?" The kid looked at him with wide eyes.
"A little glass vial!" His junkies chorused.
"And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery." The junkies and scalpel sluts pressed in close to him. Like devoted followers. More like stray dogs. He thought bitterly. "And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy." Stray dogs who will do anything for a hit. They'll as soon bite the hand that feeds them. "And when the gun goes off, it sparks and you're ready for surgery!"
The fact that these scalpel sluts were so hungry to be drugged and cut on left a bitter taste in his mouth. He thought about the kid. She doesn't seem like the type who wants to be hacked up. She seems innocent. Pure. Pure like zydrate. No, pure like… NO! Stop this thought train right now!
Amber slunk up to him and shoved him against the wall. He glared at her and pinned her against the same wall. Bitch, you have no idea how much I would like to strangle you. He thought. He felt this way every time he saw her. You're related to the jerk who killed my sister. Your whole damn family is responsible. The fact that Amber was addicted to the knife and zydrate gave him no end of pleasure. He knelt before her preparing to give her the fix she so desperately wanted. Here's to you… I hope you rot in hell. He thought smugly as he watched the drug take hold of Amber.
He stood and went to stand behind the kid. What's her name? I don't think I ever found out. Oh well, Kid will just have to do. He felt her move closer to him. Like she was trying to disappear into him. He suddenly felt very protective of her. He hadn't felt that protective of anybody. You used to feel that way about her.
Stupid brain. Shut up! He started whistling the tune that Blind Mag sang.
"Hey, that's Blind Mag's song!" The kid said surprised.
"Who did that?" Amber screeched.
He pointed at the kid with a I-don't-know-what-she-was-thinking look on his face. Amber began ranting at the kid and he backed away. I've come as close to that bitch as I want to tonight. Thank you very much!
"So you think Mag can sing?" Amber growled.
"I don't think nothing at all." The kid said barely above a whisper.
Smart comeback, kid. Graverobber thought. Now put a little backbone behind it.
"So you think Mag has pipes? Well it's my turn to shine. When the repo man strikes!" Amber practically screamed.
"What are you talking about?" Poor kid, she looked scared half to death.
Amber shoved a magazine into the kid's hands. That's my cue. Graverobber thought as he moved in behind the kid. "Mag's contracts got some mighty fine print."
"Some mighty fine print?"
"And that mighty fine print puts Mag in a might predicament. If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit. And if GeneCo and Rotti so will it. Then a Repo man will come and she'll pay for that sugery." Alarms began blaring. Shit! Fucking Amber! This is probably all just GenCops coming to find her. Graverobber did the only thing he could think of . He grabbed the kid and ran.
He ran dragging the poor frightened girl behind him. He narrowly missed getting them both smashed by a garbage truck. Smooth grave robber. Very smooth. He thought. He plopped down in the heap of garbage, and the kid actually impressed him by jumping onto the truck and clinging to it for dear life. Nice job, kid. He thought.
The ride was a quite one. The kid didn't say anything and Graverobber harvested zydrate from the corpses in the garbage truck. He would glance up at her every now and then. She's cute. He thought.
Just like Grace.
Shut up brain! I don't want to think about her.
Well, it's true. She's probably only a little younger than Grace was.
I said shut up!
Once again his sister's face flashed into his mind. Her gentle eyes, and glowing smile. She almost always had a smile on her face, even when times were hard. I miss you Grace. The thought was a forbidden one. He pushed it out of his mind and shoved the syringe into the corpse with more force than required. He looked back at the kid. He should probably say something. "You ok, kid?"
"I'm fine." The kid said, but her words lacked conviction, and so did her eyes.
Without warning, the kid jumped off the garbage truck and ran up to the door of a rather large house. Must be home. Graverobber thought. He brought his hand to his mouth, and with a wave of his hand gave her a slight bow. Good luck kid. More than likely I'll never see her again. Now get back to work. There are graves to rob.