A/N: I'm aware this prologue is very short, but that's because it is, infact, a prologue and not the whole story, so bear with me until I can write out a good sized first chapter.
Paviche "Pavi" Largo stepped into the grungy seedy alleyway gingerly as though the ground itself was a disease-ridden cesspool (which it probably was.) The addicts who usually infested the alley scattered as they saw one of the most powerful men in the world step into their domain. He looked out of place there with his silky shoulder length black hair and expensive leather pants, silk shirt and Italian leather boots.
"I'm-a looking for-a the one they call-a Graverobber." Pavi said, placing his hands on his hips, legs open slightly, standing tall, trying to look impressive and important.
Graverobber looked up and suppressed a chuckle as he took in the whole look and demeanor of the spoiled rich boy. "Pavi Largo, is it? What brings you down here?" He asked with a slight smirk.
"My-a slut sister has-a a new fucktoy, she doesn't need-a you anymore." Pavi said nonchalantly inspecting his nails as he spoke. "She doesn't want-a your 'Z' anymore."
"Oh? Well, that's too bad." Graverobber knew better. He knew Pavi was just trying to sabotage Amber and the whore would be back for her fix the next night. He eyed Pavi as though daring him to just walk away. "Are you interested in my 'product'?" He asked.
"No, I'm-a no addict!" Pavi said, extracting a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and putting one to his lips, taking out a lighter to light it and taking a drag from the cigarette.
"Uh-huh…."Graverobber said, raising an eyebrow. "Right….Well, then you might wanna get out of here, you're scaring away my usual clientele, so unless you wanna buy some Z, go home."
Pavi stared at the little glass vial Graverobber had been toying with during the whole conversation, his eyes couldn't stop following it, it seemed, no matter what. Graverobber noticed Pavi eyeing the bottle and smirked; he knew Pavi couldn't resist trying just one hit of Zydrate.
"Are you sure you don't want some, Pavi?" Graverobber asked, dangling the vial in front of Pavi's face and moving it side to side, watching in amusement as Pavi's eyes followed the glow like a dog eying a biscuit.
"Well-a…." Beads of sweat formed on Pavi's scarred face beneath his mask. He reached out for the glowing blue liquid until Graverobber pulled it back.
"Ah, ah, ah! Pay me first." Graverobber smirked, holding out his hand. At this, Pavi shakily reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, dropping it into Graverobber's hand. "Now, either the shirt or the pants need to come off so I can give you the hit."
Pavi nodded and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the right side away for a moment. Graverobber ran a hand over Pavi's thin chest and pressed the Zydrate gun just below his collarbone. He set off the gun a minute later and Pavi felt an instant rush of euphoria. He couldn't feel anything and his mind was drifting away. Before he knew it, he was on his back in the alleyway and Graverobber was shaking him gently.
"Shit." Graverobber said, shaking Pavi harder and gently slapping the side of his face. "Pavi!"
Pavi's eyes fluttered open and he stared blearily at Graverobber. "Where-a am I again?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.
"You're in an alleyway…" Graverobber replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're a real lightweight when it comes to Z it seems."
"Yes, Z…I need-a a little more…" Pavi reached towards Graverobber.
"I don't think so, you've had enough for today." He sighed, helping Pavi to his feet and slinging one of Pavi's arms over his shoulder. "Walk with me."
"Look-a! It's-a so bright…." Pavi said, reaching up with his other hand and playing with one of Graverobber's multi-coloured dreadlocks. Graverobber just shook his head and helped Pavi back to his limo as though he were a small child. As soon as Pavi was safe in the limo and on his way back to the Largo manor, Graverobber headed back over to the group of junkies that had since surrounded the dumpster he normally sat in.