Follow Me? A Repo Grilo Fan Fiction

Hi there, been a long time since I wrote a fan fiction I suppose and the last one I did upload here was crap... Since then my writing's improved alot and now that I'm back, decided time to do a new favorite of mine. Repo! The Genetic Opera. I did include mention of Needle Through a Bug deleted scene and will likely include mention of Come Up And Try My New Parts as well (find them on youtube if you want to know). With this was initially gonna write the sequel first and have this be a prequel, but then figured it leaves alot of questions unanswered from after Shilo leaves the opera house and had I written the other first I'd have to explain long pieces from a yet nonexistant work so this naturally is first now, anyway enough rambling, on with the fic, yes? (M for later chapters and language)

Disclaimer: Ya'll know the idea, I don't own repo it's property or it's writers, producers, directors, music tech, so on and so forth. I am merely borrowing their characters.

It'd been one week, one week since he saw her beautiful face, since he had been tied up and had tried to have her extract the Zydrate from her mother (Rotti's fault on the first, though he did play along with his game as requested and paid to do). One week since the bloodbath, the murder of her father, Mag's death, a big part of her life all displayed for millions to see. That poor innocent, naieve, pure kid didn't ask for that, but he knew she was free now, to do as she wanted. Running away had guerenteed that, this worried and set him at ease a bit.

What worried him is that Amber had put out an arrest warrant and raised the price on graverobbing, now it was death, and reposession (GeneCo organs or not). She was afraid of losing the company due to her drug problems finally coming closer to the public. As for the kid, Amber remembered how her father was gonna sign it all away to her, should the kid surface again she was certian her employees would decide to give everything to the kid who lost it all. What better way to destroy that possibility then arrest?

He layed in his dumster, staring up at the stars through the open lid. Business and dropped highly in the last week too, all cause Amber had decided to clean act and with that lost his best customer (as well as many others who followed suit). No big deal, they'll be back, they always come back. He held up the vial of Z to the pale moonlight, admiring it. In moonlight it glowed a pale blue, much how you'd imagine ice. They always come back.

It was then that a soft familiar voice hit his ear. The kid was singing from her window, such a sad song... She had definately become broken, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for helping Rotti before (though he had needed the money). How was she alive still is what he wondered, she'd been unable get her cure, least he'd thought.

"Dreams are for fools... They only spark false hope... set up a place out of reach... It happened to mother, to father, to Mag... All it got them was dead... Someone come and save me. Dreams break you, lead you on and shake you down! They crush you with a false hope, visions never to be! Fuck 'em, who needs 'em? My dreams are dead...!"

He'd climbed up to her roof and sat on it next to her window, just outta her sight for now. "Sounds like you just need a break, kid." He finally spoke as her song had ended. She gasped and stumbled back a bit, knocking into the old metal tray, knocking down a few glasses and off setting her wig. He stepped through her window. "Hi kid, didn't mean to startle you..."

"Graverobber... I haven't seen you since..." He chuckled. "Rotti hung me upside down, and you uh... "met" your mother." She glared at him pulling her wig back into place. "Not fucking funny." He sighed. "Sorry kid, it's been awhile, just trying to releave some tension." She had a few cuts on her legs from the broken glass that had fallen. "Ah, kid you're bleeding..."

"No shit Sherlock..." She attemped to stand but only winced softly in pain as she set her hand back onto the sharp glass, holding back a scream. He sighed. "Come on..." He helped her stand, gently taking her form into the nearest bathroom, careful of her hand. "Ok kid, where's your first aid kits?" She looked down. "Well I only have one..." He pushed on. "Where?" A sigh. "In the kitchen, under the sink." She said softly. "That far... kid, think a bit, keep 1 up here too at least..."

He stood up and looked her in the eyes. "Be right back, kid, don't move." It was an order she planned to do just that. Quickly he took the steps 2 and 3 at a time before jumping off at the last 5, quickly finding and grabbing the kit, returning just as fast as he left. "Your hand m'lady" he offered his hand as she set her hand palm-up, presenting the blood and broken glass into view.

He smiled. "On a good note, not too awful, healable." He let her hand drop as he walked to the sink, readying a warm wet rag and grabbing the tweezers there. He froze for a minute, What are you doing! Your a street rat, you shouldn't even be near here, or her. Stop caring, help her and LEAVE. He pushed the thought away, he was a street rat, he knew this, but he also was somewhat of a gentleman and knew this girl needed him leaving wasn't an option, least not yet.

He quickly turned on the water, allowing it to warm up before sliding the white washcloth under stream. Turning the water off and draining the cloth till damp. He returned his hand under hers lifting it towards him, gentle as he could. "This may hurt a bit kid, but bare with it." She scoffed slightly. "I think after losing the only two people who ment anything to me, I can bare a pain as simple as some glass and a hot washcloth." Kid really did have an additude hidden under the sweetness. He chuckled a bit.

"What are you laughing at?" She glared. He smiled. "It's nothing, just thinking you're interesting kid." Her cheeks turned pink as she turned away. He pressed the damp cloth against her hand, she gritted her teeth as he patted away the blood. Luckily there were only maybe 5 pieces and all small, fast heals. One by one the shards came out and were dropped into the trash beside her. "Now hold tight on to this, but not too tight." He handed her a piece of cloth which she held on to. It'd been a long time since he had repaired an injury and not made one, but he still remembered exactly how to treat it.

"Shilo..." She said, he looked up at her confused. "What?" She took a breath. "My name is Shilo Wallace, so you can stop calling me "kid"..." He lifted her leg a bit, slightly bigger pieces, but still not to bad. "I'm still gonna call you "kid" least most of the time, just easier to say and everyone's got a nickname, your's is kid." He patted the cuts softly with the cloth, just as he had with her hand and repeated the same process.

She frowned. "But I'm almost 18... least I will be in a couple of weeks..." She looked away. "No big celebrations planned?" He asked, she merely stayed silent a few moments before responding. "Who with? I'm alone..." He wrapped the guaze around her legs. "I'm here aren't I?" Did he just say that? Well may as well own up to it... "Granted you don't know me well, and I'm just some no good, disgusting, grave robbing, Zydrate seller, but I'm sure I could find a way to keep you entertained. Afterall, you haven't been out much, right?"

She nodded. "I suppose it couldn't hurt, though that would be three times that I owe you." As he finished he looked up at her. "Three?" She really was beautiful, stunning even, not like the scapel sluts. They were just there for the Glow, if not for that they'd be gone and even if they weren't they were plastic, but this girl she's real and was probably the first who seemed to truely enjoy his company.

"Well, I kind of broke your Zydrate extractor tool the night of the... "opera"..."She quickly ran over the word. He couldn't blame her, no one could be ok after losing the two most and only important people to them. If I had known Rotti's plan then... I don't know I could've gone through with it... How would she react if she had known I'd helped willingly? "and then this," She said pointing to her legs and hand. "Plus if we do that's 3."

"How about this, we count it even?" He grinned like a chesire cat. "Count it as a make up for all the heartache." Her innocent eyes lit up and a huge grin spread accross her face. "You mean it! You'd do that? But what's the catch, there's usually one with you." He loosened the grip she had on the cloth and slowly and carefully removed it from it's place. "Catch? None, you're a good kid, shown you bits of the world before right? Not all bad." Just trying to ease a guilty concious, bastard. Well there was that, but he also genuenly cared for the girl and worried about her.

"Well kid I guess I'll being seeing you." He said standing up and walking back towards the window. "Wait!" He paused. "I wanna know your real name... I mean I told you mine, it's only customary to tell me yours." He smirked. "Sorry kid, that's somethin' only I know, and would only tell my closest friends, not that I got any." He stood on the window still. "I'll come see you in about a week... Shilo" And with that he was gone into the night, leaving only a confused, blushing Shilo standing and staring out the window.