A/N: So, I love Repo! xD And I decided to base this fic off of both another fanfiction for VA and a movie. Won't tell you what, though, it'll ruin the surprise. To my long-time readers, I am SO sorry that I haven't updated, and I really will try to soon. Most of this story will be in Graves' POV, but I may do another story with the entire thing in Shi's POV (or maybe just add chapters of Shilo's pov. We'll see)
Oh, and one other thing: Love ya Ritzykins! This one's for you ;D 3
I found her coiled up against the slime-covered dumpster. The alley was dank with mold and mildew, the fetid stench of rotting corpses and their parasites reaching my nose. With my well-trained ears, I could hear the steady, but faint, hum that meant Zydrate was nearby. I leant down next to her body, about to take the precious Zydrate every person craved and adored, when I heard her take a feeble breath.
Sighing impatiently, I rolled the near-dead Zydrate whore over, only to drop my gun.
Holy shit.
"KID?" I gasped increduously. I hadn't recognized her. Without the poison she'd been spoon-fed for seventeen years, her body had quickly adjusted to it's new life and blossomed into a young woman. She was taller, breasts larger (not that I was looking or anything), muscles firmer, bones less brittle-looking, she had more colour in her cheeks (or would, once she stopped looking like a corpse, that is.) and her hair had grown to her chin, the same raven black as that wig she had always worn. Never really liked the thing anyways, it wasn't the real Shilo.
It'd been a month since Mag and her dad had been killed. A month, and all of these changes had occured, but obviously, the kid hadn't taken their deaths well. Then again, I don't blame her. The only people, in the entire, Zydrate filled world, she ever had, dead? I don't blame her for not taking their deaths easily.
I lifted her up into my arms, noting the old Zydrate gun falling from her hands. Shit. Where the fuck had she found that? She was so gonna pay for this later, but first I had to get her some place safe. It wasn't safe for either of us out here, and when she finally comes to she'll want some place warm and safe to get her bearings, not laying next to a dumpster in an alley full of rotting corpses.
Running, I broke into her house and gently placed her on the couch. I grabbed a glass of water and placed it on the table, waiting for what seemed like years but what was probably only a couple hours for her to wake up.
"Ngh.." I stopped my relentless pacing at her low moan of what seemed like pain. I spun around on my heels, anger rising as I realized just how worried I'd been. Me? Worried? It just wasn't right! I was Grave Robber! I didn't care about anyone, let alone some sickly little, traumatized, beautifully innocent kid! Wait, what? Beautiful? Innocent? I didn't think that. Not at all. Because of course, if I did think that, it would mean that I had feelings for her. Which I don't. I can't. Damn it all to Hell, what was the kid doing to me?
"WHAT THE FUCK KID?" I snapped at her, clenching my hands into fists, "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TRYING TO DO? KILL YOURSELF! YOU WOULD HAVE DIED IF I HADN'T OF FOU-" I froze.
Shilo was cowering into the couch, utter terror and confusion in those deep chocolate eyes of hers. Doe eyes. Round, with a thick fringe of ebony lashes. For the first time since my parents had been killed by the Repomen in front of my eyes, leaving me alone in the world...
I was afraid.
Afraid of her beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes, so full of innocence, but never this kind of innocence. Fragile, broken eyes with a nearly child-like innocence.
My stomach went ice-cold with dread. This was... not right. Wrong. Very wrong. I didn't like it, and in the five seconds it took of no one speaking, not a sound to be heard, I knew nothing was going to be okay, and my life would never be the same again.
And then she opened her mouth, and spoke. Three words, that's all it took. Just three, small words to tear this old, heartless grave robber apart. Destroy his soul, shatter and maim his insides, and break his heart. Three simple words, in a child's small voice...
"Who are you?"
A/N: Well there you go, chapter one. Personally, I like this a lot. I think it shows just how his feelings develop so quickly, when forced into the very real possibility that he could lose Shilo. Oh, and I like giving Graves a back story that could explain why he is the way he is. Anyways, ciao~
~Luna