The Hangman's Mistress
Disclaimer: I dont own Repo! I dont have any Zydrate. I dont own Graverobber...or his coat...or his pants...or his boots...or Terrance Zdunich in general (more's the pity). Full rights to those who do. I do own a computer, a mug of tea and a steadily growing ladybug collection.
Authoress's note: Huh. I've been 22 for a week, known about Repo for a week. And here I am with my first piece of Repo fiction already. This is scarier than my Phantom addiction.
...ok maybe not.
Ratings for foul language, desecrated corpses and really you cnat have anything Repo! based without it being M rated. At any rate, on with the Graverobbing goodness!
It started when she asked him about the bodies he was harvesting from. It was their fourth trip to the cache of mounds of bodies they had stumbled upon the night they met. She had been hanging around with him, and he with her, for almost a month now, a little over six weeks since the opera tragedy. Switching between his various dives and dumpsters and her mausoleum mansion. Promising to save the world, Shilo had forgotten one fact. Seventeen and a fucking monster or not, in this world you were either the small minority of well cared for legality, or you were underage, on the streets, or in their case, ducking occasionally back to a house that was only empty because the Largo's were hoping if they left her a place to stay she'd hide out of site and shut the fuck up.
Shilo was too recognisable and too many people who thought they could snatch a little piece of her Geneco pie had offered her shelter and backing, for the Largos to do anything else than hope she got herself into university and became one of those whacked out hippies shouting to save the whales. Someone would have noticed if she turned up dead. And Graverobber did have a heart somewhere under all that showmanship, so he took her under his wing. Well it was heart and the rather large sum of money Amber had waved under his nose if he agreed to keep the kid out of her way.
"Graverobber?"
"Yeah kid?"
"Why are they all naked?"
Graverobber laughed, Shilo had been reading medical text books since her daddy had taught her to read, but every time they came here her eyes widened in shock at her first glimpse of another beings anatomy.
"Nothing useful stays useless for long around here kid." He told her, unplugging his gun from another corpse and handing the vial to Shilo, her nose crinkled as she processed this thought.
"Somebody steals their clothes?" she asked incredulously. "Um…ew."
"And harvesting Zydrate is any less ew?" Graverobber retorted.
"All you have to do is flip them over." Shilo shuddered, packing glowing vials into a leather satchel, "getting clothes off is, well, tricky there's hooks and ties and..things"
"Oh I don't know," Graverobber drawled looking over her black tights and dress shirt, "I think I could get you out of those fairly easily."
Shilo blushed, tugging down the hemline of her dress, "Stop it, Graverobber, please"
Graverobber finished his look then frowned, six weeks off the poisoned meds had Shilo getting growing pains and she'd already shot up an inch and a half in the time they'd been together. Other parts were starting to fill out as well. Truth be told all those little black and white outfits she was so fond of really weren't all that appropriate for a growing woman who hung out in dark alleys with an infamous drug dealer.
Or maybe they were.
But not for Shilo.
At least that's what he kept telling himself.
Okay so maybe they just weren't appropriate for her to wear around him.
Especially not the little leather skirt with the knee high boots and the see through…
Stop it! He ordered himself.
Alright so the Graverobber did have some morals. Only a few, and most of them were fairly questionable but he did have them. And that little voice known as his conscience, the one that, while it couldn't stop him offering to help Shilo wash her back in the shower, had at least prevented him from joining her anyway.
So far…
Shilo would need new clothes pretty soon. He was pretty sure a little colour wouldn't go astray either.
Shilo turned around and knelt over their supply bag, accidentally flashing most of her rear.
Graverobber rephrased his previous statement. Shilo needed new clothes now.
"It's really not that bad kid," he assured her, "Most of them are stripped within an hour of going cold, you'd be surprised what an inventive person, such as myself," he gestured to his massive boots, "can salvage."
Shilo grimaced in disappointed disgust. She liked Graverobber's enourmous black boots.
And you know what they say about men with big feet... her inner voice taunted. it was the same voice that kept suggesting she wear that leather skirt more often.
Pulling the Zydrate gun out of his last corpse for the night, Graverobber knelt back and handed the vial to Shilo before attempting to stand. Unfortunately he was kneeling on the end of his flashy, (and entirely grimy) long coat.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!
"Fucking dammit!" he cursed, "I love this coat!"
Shilo stared at the long rip, "Can you fix it?" she asked, standing up with him. Graverobber sniggered, "Not me kid," he pulled the coat off with a sigh and stared at it sadly, "Though I do have a plan."
"What's that?"
"Well it's time we got you some new clothes anyway."
"I'm not stealing clothes off a corpse!" Shilo shrieked
"Don't worry kid, I'll take you to see an old friend of mine."
Shilo blinked, Graverobber had never mentioned any friends to her, the only people she ever saw him with were either junkies or corpses.
"Is this friend a graverobber too?"
"Nope, though we are in a similar line of work,"
"Which is?"
"The harvesting of recyclable goods,"
"I don't like the sound of that."
"Look kid, just trust me, you'll like her."
"Her?" Shilo's inner voice started growling things about scalpel sluts and shortening the leather skirt.
"The Hangman's Mistress. Don't tell me none of those junkies have ever talked about her when you're around."
"Not really, they usually try to bribe me into giving them your spare Zydrate. I always say no."
"Huh. Good girl. Anyway, you need new clothes and I want my jacket fixed. We'll go tomorrow night."
"But I like my clothes!"
"Kid, it's nearly winter, and until now you've never even spent a day outside. You don't even own a coat!"
Shilo frowned and pondered this as she climbed over a tombstone to reach her mother's crypt "Can I have one like yours?"
Graverobber grinned, blinding teeth through his black lipstick. "You'll have to ask her that, and only if you ask her very nicely."
"So do I have to call her Ma'am or something?" Shilo creaked open the crypt door and slipped inside, as Graverobber followed.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "I mostly just call her Bug."
"Her name is Bug?"
"Long story kid, I may even tell you sometime." Graverobber walked over to the doorway up to Shilo's house and reached to pull it open.
"Hey Graverobber?" Shilo asked.
"Yeah kid?"
"Is it normal to get growing pains in your stomach and lower back?"
Graverobber suddenly froze, looking hunted, "Tell you what kid, about those clothes," he spun around and gave her his most charming grin, "Let's go tonight."
Shilo brightened, "Okay!"
He led her out of the crypt and back into the graveyard before she remembered he hadn't answered her question, "Well is it?"
*Snerk* I love Graverobber, he's such a dashing performer, like the Marquis de Carabas, Erik and Jareth all rolled into one crypt robbing fiend of sexiness. I hope you all enjoyed my first venture into the dark world of Repo! Please do tell me what you think, I know I have at least one more chapter in me...who knows if there'll be more...
Chocolate and a shirtless Graverobber to all who review!
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