I don't own a thing! I had to get my mother to search the corners of the Earth to get the thing to watch, even now I don't own it, I had to rent it. :( Anyway it was a good movie, four outta five stars is my rating. Again I don't own a thing. Sorry. Read and Review.
Shilo Wallace sat there in her mother's tomb, mourning the death of her father. It had all happened so fast that night, last night, everything was clear, then he was gone. She was alone in the world, with no real knowledge of what to do. She threw the door of the tomb open and ran out. "What else could go wrong? It's not like I have nothing else to lose." She ran into the street and hoped to get hit by a car or a bus, a bus would be good, great even. She needed to feel something other than pain of loss. She screamed in frustration when she saw no hint of a car. She needed to get away, and she knew just where to do it.
Shilo's boots clicked on the pavement as she walked into the alley way where the Graverobber usually sold Z. She watched as the junkies started to swarm. The pale man stepped from the shadows, she stepped out, making sure her short dress rode up her leg in just the right way. Shoving the junkies out of the way she stood face to face with Graverobber. "Kid?" He asked. She nodded and eyed the glow in his pocket. "What are you doing here Kid?" He asked. "Why do you think I'm here," she said, "don't call me Kid." She held up a folded bill and smiled. His eyes widened as he took the bill. "You sure you want to do that?" "Z me!" she snapped. He held up his hands in surrender as he put the glass vial into the gun. He pressed it against her skin, just as he was about to pull the trigger, "Wait, I don't know if I can do this." She cried. He pulled the gun away and offered her back the money. "Keep it, you need it more than I do." She smirked. When she started to walk away he gripped her arm. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. "Somewhere" She jerked her arm free. He gave her a questioning look, "I need to get away, anywhere, or have someone go in that house before me to take everything down." His eyes widened. "Who me?" He asked. "I don't know. You're the first person I could think of. Please?" She pleaded. "What's in it for me?" "Hot shower, meals, and a warm bed. You in or not?" He smirked. She desperately wanted someone to help, she wanted him, specifically sought him out to ask this of him. He nodded his head and walked next to her. He heard a nagging voice saying 'Protect her! Protect her! God dammit man! Protect her!' "Why?" He whispered. "What?" "Nothing." 'Look at her, she's all on her own in this world! The sick mother fucker she called her father never taught her how to survive! Protect her! Protect Her! PROTECT HER!' The voice screamed. He groaned at how right his mind could be. "You sure you're okay," she asked, concerned. "I'm fine kid. I'm ore worried about you, are you okay?" He asked. "I'll be fine. I just can't be alone. It scares me." She blushed. 'Cute. See she's too young to be out here all alone! Protect her!' "Alright!" He hissed. She gave him a look of question. " You really are starting to freak me out." she said. "Sorry." He whispered. He cursed under his breath at how stupid he could be at times. She shivered at the cool wind that blew through her. He puled her under his shoulder, trying to warm her. "Why'd you wear that Kid?" He asked. "Stop calling me Kid. And for bribery. If begging didn't work, I would've had to bribe you." She turned beet red. He smiled. "You do know that I'm a good ten years older than you, right?" She turned away and started to walk on her own. Her short dress rode up so he could see a hint of the tiny black shorts underneath. 'You're such a fucking creep!' the voice screamed. That much he did know, this wasn't the first time he had heard that. "You never gave me your answer." He smiled. "I know you're older than me. Why do I care? I don't have a father, mother, god mom, or any family for that matter, and plus I have all of GeneCo after me now." She snapped. "Where'd you go after the opera?" He asked. "I didn't know you were a detective!" She laughed. "I'm not. I just-" " Then stop interrogating me!" She turned. He held his hands up in surrender. She walked a little faster and into the house's door, then took a look, and ran right back out. "Ki-" She gave him a sharp look. "Shilo, it can't be that bad." He said. She looked at him, searching for a little bit of sympathy. He grabbed her hand and stepped into the old style Victorian house. Pictures of Marni Wallace hung on every wall, eyeing them. "What kind of sick, twisted, monster was your father?" He asked. " Which part do you think is twisted? The part where he poisoned me, the part where he was a Repo Man, or the part where he murdered my mother?" She asked. "Every part." He said. "Turn them all off, please." She whispered. He looked at the pictures and saw the tiny black knob on the edge of the frames. He went through the house turning every frame off making sure everyone of them was off.
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