"Kid, is that you?"
A figure was standing at the end of the alleyway; long, black hair blowing in the wind. Graverobber stepped closer to the mystery human being with his zydrate gun secured safely in his trench coat pocket.
The black boots shuffled a little and then settled back on the ground, waiting. As he moved closer, she could smell the masculine scent coming from him; see the glow of a single zydrate vial poking out of his leather trouser pockets. She moved her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"The drug… it's the cure…" A soft female voice spoke out, little tremors present.
He could see her pale, porcelain like face due to the fluorescent blue glow of the zydrate vial he pulled out swiftly. She eyed it curiously and then narrowed her gaze. He was teasing her with her cure.
"The cure…" She spoke out again, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the little glass vial.
"Kid, I'm not going to give you a shot of zydrate. You're too good of a person to end up like these mindless junkies waiting to get their next fix by any means possible." He reached out to stroke her cheek, smirking when she shivered under his touch.
Instantly her knees buckled from underneath her, coughing and spluttering in the air and all over the Graverobber who caught her quickly. One hand went to her mouth, the other wrapped around her waist. Shilo had been going through withdrawal since the night of the eventful opera over two weeks ago. She had been running from the Largos, sleeping in dumpsters and behind dumped corpses in the run down end of town. Whatever happened to changing the world..?
His thoughts were rudely interrupted as out of the corner of his eye, Graverobber spotted men clad in GeneCo uniforms, armed with guns as usual. He pulled the young girl to her feet and pulled her along the darkened alleyway. When Shilo began to protest through coughs and groans, he pushed her against the wall with a hand pressed over her mouth.
"Shut up, or we're going to be a supply of zydrate for the next dealer." His darkened lips flickered at the corners, forming a cruel smirk. Graverobber removed his hand from Shilo's mouth, and she instinctively licked her lips. She scanned the surrounding area she best as she could in the jet black night.
"I best go…" Her voice was low; wary present. He studied her body language carefully, seeing her feet scuffle on the pavement, her arms folding and unfolding over her chest.
"As you wish." He bowed to her and started to walk away, fighting away the niggling feeling of regret as he sauntered down the alleyway. Go back. Let her stay the night. Keep her safe. His thoughts wouldn't stop pestering him. Graverobber looked over his shoulder briefly to see the young girl – barely seventeen – standing absolutely still, in shock. "Come on then, kid."
Shilo blinked her eyes several times. His words were like a whisper but she heard them loud and clear. Like a lost puppy she ran after her master in hopes of a warm bed and comfort.