A brief version of the Shuffle Challenge, I just used it to test out writing Repo! fiction.
Disclaimer; I do not profit from or own rights to Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Neutral Milk Hotel – Communist Daughter
Graverobber sagged as he walked home; exhausted, sore, tired. He could barely keep his eyes open as he approached the dumpster he had been occupying the last two or three weeks.
Shilo slept quietly in the corner of the wretched dumpster asleep, and he breathed a sigh of relief that once again she was unharmed. He had been keeping her in secret from Amber Sweet and the genecops.
Everynight there was a prick of fear that when he opened the dumpster Shilo wouldn't be here.
Shilo awoke as he swung his leg in, and as he saw her eyes he felt a rush of rejuvenation.
Maybe he'd ask to hold her tonight while they slept. Tonight he needed something warm and moving.
Page France – Goodness
Shilo was the picture of innocence; sitting on a tombstone she watched him work, swinging her legs. Graverobber was whistling, flipping over a rather old corpse from the shallow grave he was hunched in.
"Why do you sing in the graveyard?"
He looked up from his zydrate gun. She was a few feet above him, and from this angle he could see the bottoms of her untouched white thighs.
He grinned, but he didn't feel it.
"Hard to keep morale up in a place like this kid." He stood, placing his hands on her small shoulders. "Besides, I hear it keeps the ghosts away."
She smiled.
Matchbox 20 – Push
"For fuck's sake!"
Fresh anger.
Shilo stood her ground, despite the man towering over her. Her gaze unwavering.
Graverobber watched her with clenched fists as she refused to shy away.
Heat.
Shilo watched a bead of sweat on his brow drip to his temple.
Graverobber noticed the flush of anger to her cheeks.
Passion.
His hands clenched.
Her chest heaved.
Arousal.
Her eyes were damp and large.
His lips were firm.
Shilo gasped as Graverobber suddenly shoved her into the wall.
A bit of fear.
She was going to scream at himuUntil his lips were on hers.
She started to kiss back forgetting what the argument was about.
The National- All the Wine
"Well now, this is certainly cause for celebration." He gleamed with pride down at the teenager. She smiled up at him, holding her newly extracted vile of Z.
Shilo was excited to see what Graverobber considered to be celebration. She pleaded to know but he just slung an arm around her and dragged her through the graves back towards the yellow glow of the city.
Graverobber went into a small store and purchased a bottle of very inexpensive wine.
Later, they sat on a small decrepit bench, out of the blinding light of the hovering monitor. Shilo didn't like the taste of the wine, but took a swig anyway, passing it back to graverobber, who then passed it back to her.
Then before Shilo knew what she was doing, she was laughing. And Graverobber was laughing and touching her wig. She had tears escaping the corners of her eyes as he told her a funny story of being a young Zydrate dealer. He pressed his forehead against hers and she flushed even more.
Shilo hadn't remembered the last time she laughed like this.