A/N: Well… this is the second Repo! story I've written, but the first I'm posting. I actually really liked the first one but it got deleted when my computer died. So here's #2 chapter one… Hope you guys like it, R&R please.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Repo! characters or the music… or Zydrate. But I wish I did…
It had been a year since Shilo Wallace's father died. Six months living on the streets and six months trying to rebuild herself when she finally decided it was safe to return home. Finally she felt better, finally her system was clean and her body was becoming the way it should have years ago.
Eighteen years old and fleshed out, breasts and hips and hair.
During the day she was cooped inside, reading, writing, and cataloguing her bug collection. But in the evening she showered, blow dried her hair (which was a new experience) and pulled on new clothing. Corsets, tights, boots, belts, and all that was in between. She hadn't been proud of her first six months on the streets, she clung to the first job she could find and wouldn't let it go until she realized that it was drowning her life. She had to get out.
Now, as she applied a fresh coat of makeup and slipped her feet into some high heeled boots she realized that she had waited a year and it was finally time to find him. He was the gateway into a life of peddling Zydrate and with that money she could save up and get herself off the godforsaken rock of Sanitarium Island.
Shaking some gel into her loose black curls she gave herself a once over in the mirror. Makeup was smoky, sexy, and come-hither and her outfit was just sexy enough to be alluring without making her look like a scalpel slut. Goal achieved.
Shilo headed out to hit the streets in search of her favorite Zydrate peddling good Samaritan.
A/N: Okay, so there's chapter One. Very basic, but I'm posting 3 chapters today. So hopefully you finish there and let me know what you think. Oh, and this story doesn't have a beta. I don't have a beta. If you want the job, drop me a line.