Hi guys, this is my first fic, so I hope you like it. I'm working on the second chapter, so please just bear with me. Please review my work, let me know what you want with it so I don't disappoint.
So many things were happening. The truth of the betrayal of her father, Rotti killing her father, Luigi helping in that attempt, Mag's death and revealing to Shilo that she was her Godmother, and the realization that the world was not a fairy tale world, found out from Graverobber. She was still caked in their blood. She smelled of blood and garbage, because of her inability to find her way home. "Where am I?" She asked herself.
She was in an alleyway that was heavily graffitied and had Zydrate Addicts Meeting posters plastered on the walls of the buildings surrounding her. The dumpster she was sleeping in was like all of the others; some foul liquid covered the bottom, and on top of the liquid were bags of trash on which Shilo slept. The dress she had on was caked in blood and trash, her wig she had thrown away because of its state of disgustingness.
As she laid there in the trash, she heard footsteps. She tensed, ready to defend herself at a moment's notice. She had picked up a sharp piece of metal she found next to a broken down car. She wrapped a part of the metal with some cloth she picked out of a dumpster she had slept in the night before. She brought it closer to her chest more as a tome of safety rather than a weapon. As the footsteps drew closer, she could hear singing, its tone deep and clear. "Goth opera, blood saga…." Is what Shilo heard before it drew too close for comfort.
As the voice drew to what Shilo thought was even with the dumpster she was currently making her home, she heard a rushed word and then felt a huge body crush her. She yelped in surprise as the body fell on her, and as he started to get up she poked him with her metal shank. He froze, and barely breathed.
He had already sold out of Zydrate for the night and was winding through the alleys of the dark city toward his favorite grave yard. As he was walking through another alley not far from his target, he saw the flash of a GeneCo cop go in front of the alleyway. "Shit!" He whispered to himself, then –luckily – he was just passing by a dumpster so he threw the lid open and jumped into it, shutting the lid as quietly as possible.
Then he felt the knife in his back; he thought he had landed on trash, but now that he paid attention, it was moving. He felt like he wasn't breathing, which was probably true. But either way, he heard the boots of the GeneCo cops passing by the dumpster, and finally disappearing. He let out a breath he thought he'd been holding, and then eased off of the moving trash. "What are you doing here?" Came a cold voice from under him. "I'm getting up." He replied to the still disembodied voice.
He stood up slowly and opened the lid a fraction, just enough to see out of. When he thought the alleyway safe for him, he opened the lid fully and revealed a small, pale bald girl of about 14 in the dumpster with a piece of metal wrapped in cloth. He was a bit startled to see all of the blood all over her, and he also noticed that she smelled like she had taken a bath in blood.
He was even more surprised as he realized who was in the dumpster. "Kid? Am I hallucinating?" He thought as he stared at the small girl. She stared back at him with distrust and hurt in her eyes, and then he realized he should say something. "Kid, what are you doing here?"
She heard footsteps start toward the dumpster then they disappeared, and as they vanished the person on top of her whooshed out a breath he'd been holding in. She regarded him coldly, "What are you doing here?" "I'm getting up." She heard him say, a bit of cautiousness and sarcasm thrown in with the words. She felt him get off of her slowly, probably in fear of the shank. She removed it and held it to her chest again.
She saw him open the lid a bit, then opened it fully. He gaped at her as she stared at him, not completely trusting him. Then, when she was about to look away, he said, "Kid, what are you doing here?" Then she recognized him. He was the one who saved her in the festival, who showed her that life was not a fairy tale, but a drug induced coma to some, to others a nightmare, and to those who lived neither a fun-filled adventure.
"I-I'm trying to sleep in a dumpster. I'll ask again, what are you doing?" She was pretty sure that she looked pretty unsure of herself. "I was going to go collect some more Zydrate, but…" At this point his face turned from shocked to slightly pissed. "…since that fucking Amber is running GeneCo I can't go anywhere without diving in and out of sight trying to dodge her fucking cops." He had a very sour look on his face. "Mmm. Where are you going? Could you help me get home?" She asked.
"Could you help me get home?" Those words stung him for some reason. "Sure, I'll help you get home. Follow me, and if I tell you to do something, do it." He had a million little thoughts running through his head. "Why am I helping her, why is she out here, why is she not dead yet, how did she get here, why is she still caked in blood, how could nobody have noticed her?" These were some of them to name a few. Not to mention the fact that when she got out of the dumpster her dress pulled up and made her look older than 14. Which, he didn't know how old she was either. "Kid, how old are you?" He asked her as he led her through another alleyway about two blocks from his grave yard.
"I'm seventeen." She said behind him. "Yes, almost of age, not that it matters much." "Shut up!" He had actually answered himself. Once they got to the grave yard he pointed her in the right direction he started to veer off in another direction. "Wait, where are you going?" She asked him, and he found that she was tugging at his sleeve. He also found that he was tall enough to look down her dress. "Not much cleavage there eh?" He was really getting annoyed at his thoughts.
"Please, will you stay with me tonight?" She practically begged him. She had the biggest eyes, the saddest ones too. He couldn't blame her though; she'd spent her whole life stuck in a bedroom, with her father poisoning her, and the only other place she could go was her mother's tomb. "What a great life." He thought to himself, the words drowning his brain in sarcasm.
"I'm seventeen." She said. She heard him talk to himself and decided not to say anything, she wouldn't press her luck. Once to the grave yard he pointed in a direction and told her to scamper off. She didn't want to be alone in that house all alone. Not with her new knowledge of the world and her father. So she tugged on his sleeve a little and asked him if he'd stay with her tonight. She knew it was foolish; she knew he could do with her what he wanted, but at that moment she didn't care, she just wanted someone there with her to break her loneliness.
He turned back to her sharply, and looked at her like he would break her arm if she kept touching him. "I-I'm sorry. I just don't want to be alone again tonight." She looked up at him and he said to her, "As you wish, Kid. But can you find your way back?" He flashed her a cruel grin, and began to walk towards her house. She let him in, then noticed the way he smelled. She was just about to ask him to take a shower when she realized that she smelled worse. The stench of Mag's and Nathan's blood mixed with garbage made her stink something awful.
She turned a little pink, then turned away from him as he moved into the house behind her. She shut the door and looked around, feeling loneliness, anger, and sadness fill her. She started to cry silently. As she turned to go up the stairs, she tripped and would've fallen if not for Graverobber. He held her up and let her get her balance again, but she saw the look on his face as he saw her tears. He looked like he was in pain, but it was gone before she knew it and was replaced with a look of annoyance. "Are you going to be able to stand without me getting blood all over my beautiful hands?" He asked this, even though Shilo noticed that his fingernails were even more grimy then she was, and he smelled almost as bad.
"Yes, I think so." Shilo didn't even have the energy to say something witty, as she was just realizing that she hadn't eaten since the opera 3 nights ago. As they made it up the stairs she could practically feel his gaze on her butt. "Would you please stop staring?" She turned to look over her shoulder a bit. "I'm staring at the stairs Kid, shut up." He replied, although he did sound defensive. Shilo giggled to herself.
He walked into the house taking everything in; the fireplace, the stairwell, and the pictures of Marni, Shilo's mother. As she started up the stairs, she almost fell. He caught her and tried to hold her up long enough to get her balance. Then, he saw her tears. They sent a rift into his heart, they made him want to protect her, not that she would let him of course. He noticed that he was looking at her funny and changed the look on his face to annoyed. "Are you going to be able to stand without me getting blood all over my beautiful hands?" He knew this would get her out of her mood a little, but all she said was, "Yes, I think so."
She looked so frail and tired, and for some reason incredibly delicious. It didn't help that her going ahead of him gave him a perfect view of her ass. "Would you please stop staring?" This caught him off guard. "Does she have eyes in the back of her fucking head?" He thought to himself. He replied to her, "I'm staring at the stairs Kid, shut up." He heard her giggle and thought that he must sound like a fool.
As they got to her room, he saw the plastic sheets around her bed, the medical supplies, her bug collection, and many stuffed animals. He also noted that she had one hell of a view of the city. He noticed the stench of blood again, and looked at Shilo. With better light you could see that she was covered in trash as well as blood, and her smell was worse than his. "Kid, would you go take a shower? I don't want to stay with someone covered in blood." He had an amused look on his face. She nodded, grabbed some clothes out of the dresser, and headed to across the hall to where her bathroom was.
He heard the water turn on, heard the heavy blood drenched dress hit the floor, then her sigh and the shower curtain closing. He waited there on her windowsill for almost an hour before she came out in her new clothes, looking magnificent. He was slightly perturbed at her gown, which was almost too short for her own good, her black shoes, and (though he couldn't help himself) he noticed most of all that she did not have a bra on. He was curious if she had any underwear on as well. He realized he was staring at her, so he turned toward the window. "You have a good view of the city, pretty different from down there huh?"
As she made her way to the shower, she felt shame filling her. She always thought she looked pretty decent, but now she wondered if she looked worse then she felt. She shut the door, got undressed and looked in the mirror. Her eyeliner was smeared, she had blood caked on her, and trash clung to the places her clothes didn't cover. She looked disgusting. She sighed and started to cry again, and washed and washed and washed until her bathroom smelled like her bodywash instead of the trash and blood.
She put her nightgown on, along with some underwear and gathered her other clothes up. She threw her dress in the trash, then tied off the garbage bag to keep the stink down. As she walked out, she saw Graverobber sitting on her windowsill watching the city. He looked her up and down, and said that she had an amazing view of the city. "Pretty different from down there huh?" Shilo nodded, and thought of the dumpster. "How in the hell do you live in a dumpster?" She put her clothes in a little hamper, then sat down on her bed, feeling the plastic around it.
Graverobber came over and said, "It's pretty simple, you make sure not to touch the liquid, make sure most of the bags are closed, and you sleep; and how do you sleep in this plastic box of a bed?" He fingered the plastic. "I would rather it be taken down, but I don't want to mess my bed up." She stared in horror as he ripped off all of the plastic, then threw it out of the window and into the graveyard below. He came back over and tried to sit down on her bed. "No, you smell terrible, and you just ripped it up. Give me your clothes once you get undressed and I'll wash them for you, then you can sit down." Shilo pointed toward the shower.