1.
All the times I've come to rob the dead, and I've never seen a kid here before.
She's a teenager—sixteen or seventeen. Long black hair, but if you look very closely, you can tell that it's a wig. Her eyes are wide with fear as she stares at me.
Wonder what a kid is doing out here, anyway. She looks pretty well taken care of—definitely not a street kid. So what's she doing messing around in a graveyard?
Well, it's not her lucky night, that's for sure.
2.
I see her again, being dragged through the crowd by guards. For the first time in a while, I'm nothing short of shocked.
She actually survived getting caught by the Repo Men?
Well, what do you know? Guess I underestimated her.
3.
The guards shove her into a tent. Going in to get her out could get me caught. But when I think of her face, frightened pale, I can't help but pity her a little.
She's mad when I cut into the tent. Can't say I blame her. But she finally does come with me.
She just wants to get home.
4.
Throughout all my explanations of Zydrate, she retains the same expression and demeanor—cautious, curious. While everyone else around her quakes with need, she stays distant.
She keeps looking at me, too—when Amber is berating her about admiring Blind Mag. And again, when she learns about Mag's contract. Her eyes beg me to tell her that everything is okay.
Sorry, kid. But that's one thing I don't lie about.
5.
Her hand is cold in mine as we run. Nearly as cold as all the dead bodies I've seen.
Too cold.
6.
For the ride home, I look at her carefully. Her gaze flits all over the place, looking. Like she's never seen the world before.
I'm about to ask her something when sweat suddenly breaks out on her forehead, and a haggard breath stumbles out of her. A light on her wrist flashes.
Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately.
She pulls out a bottle of pills, fumbles with the lid. Wordlessly, I hold out my hand and she shoves the bottle at me. With ease, I open the bottle and hand it back to her, and she downs a few pills. A sigh of relief falls from her lips.
7.
"So what's wrong with you?" I ask when she's breathing normally again.
Her head whirls to me. She looks a little confused.
"Yes, I'm talking to you," I say, rolling my eyes.
She swallows. "I have a blood disease," she whispers. "I—" She looks around again, panic creeping back into her features. "I shouldn't be out here. I can't be out here."
I raise an eyebrow. "You were in the graveyard, weren't you?"
"That was a mistake. I—" She cranes her head anxiously. "I have to get home."
For another minute, we're quiet. Then the familiar door rolls up and she jumps off.
8.
Something big is going on. And that kid is right in the middle of it.
(Looks like I'm going to the opera.)
9.
The next paper I pick up has her face on the front page.
Some of the familiar fear is there. But determination is at the forefront now.
10.
So she turned down GeneCo, huh?
Funny kid.
I saw this movie a couple weeks back, and I fell instantly in love—especially with the GraveRobber, who is, of course, dead sexy. (Seriously. Who wouldn't jump that guy?)
More fanfics for this spectacular movie will come the second I get ideas. And may I just say—if a sequel ever happens, I will die of happiness.