Ignorance and Innocence: Introduction
Alright, here it is, my very first fanfiction of Repo! The Genetic Opera. Disclaimers tell me to tell you that I don't own this amazing piece of work. In fact, the only thing of Repo! I own happens to be my signed copy of the movie and various other signed pieces. Oh, and I also own my rather fertile imagination, which has been resurrected by this amazing bit of art. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is loved, but let's avoid flaming, that doesn't help my writing skills.
It was such a… chaotic night. In the course of… what was it? Twelve hours, thirteen? More, less? She had no idea, but her world had turned upside down, in that short amount of time. Her father was dead, and she couldn't help but to blame herself for that. Her idol was dead, her blood disease had been cured – in fact, it had never existed.
Twenty-first century cure. It had killed some of the most important people in her life. Some cure. But people relied on it, even under the new management of Amber Sweet after the sudden death of Rotti Largo, "The Man Who Cured the Globe," mere moments after fatally shooting her father. Nothing would change. There would still be Repomen taking back the organs that people failed to pay on for one reason or another. Her father would be replaced, along with those that he had killed. Amber Sweet would still be addicted to the knife, and the drug that ate the pain.
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial…
A little glass vial. That was something else. She had met him in the graveyard, which had started that entire topsy-turvy night of her life. The one that had ended so poorly.
Graverobber had saved her, once, twice, what?
Even after she left the Genetic Opera, all those people staring at her, gaping, not a single one willing to help her father as he lay there in her arms, dying, bleeding his life upon the stage. But she had held him until the end, forgiving him his wrongs, telling him that she loved him even through everything that had happened.
After her powerful, confident exit from that dreadful place, with the bodies left upon the stage, Shilo Wallace had turned down an alleyway and broke. Her legs wouldn't hold her and she slid down the grimy wall and sobbed and sobbed until her tears ran dry and all that was left was a broken teen wracked with dry heaving sobs.
And that was when he found her.
"What'll you do now, Kid?" he asked, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the dumpster, one leg hanging down, swaying in time to some unheard tune.
"I don't know," she managed to say in a cracked, pathetic voice after a moment, "What can I do? I can't exactly go back home."
"Technically, you can," he said, a broad grin breaking across his face, "But, you don't want to, not just yet, at least. You don't know if you can handle going back there. Back to that place that was your prison and your salvation."
"Get out of my head," Shilo mumbled.
"I'm not in your head," Graverobber said dropping from the edge of the dumpster to perch in front of her, getting in her face, "It's written all over your face."
Shilo, unsure of his motives, couldn't bring herself to keep looking at the man that had saved her more than once already.
"I suppose that must be true," she said slowly, quietly. She was sure that her face was a crumpled mess. Sopping wet from the tears that had been raining rivers from her eyes. In those eyes was a fear of the future, isolation from everything she knew, uncertainty about what she would do and where she would go now. An entire array of emotions swimming in those eyes still brimming with tears that would no longer fall.
"Why are you here?" she asked thickly, unable to think of anything else to say.
"To ask you what you're going to do now," he replied, that grin, so like that of a Cheshire Cat, still plastered on his face as he sat perched on the balls of his feet before her.
"And I told you I didn't know," she replied with a sigh that seemed edging on irritable.
"Then maybe I can help with that," the Graverobber said, his grin growing, if it was even possible, broader.
He stood so suddenly it seemed like he should lose his balance and stumble, if not fall, backwards. But he didn't. Of course. He held a hand out to Shilo, she just stared at it.
"Come on, Kid, you say you can't go home. Where else would you go?" he said a slight laugh in his voice.
"I don't even know where I'd be going if I went with you," Shilo noted vaguely, her voice disinterested.
"I'm trying to help you, Kid," he said, sounding exasperated now.
Shilo, deciding that at this point she didn't really care what happened either way, took the offered hand and allowed him to help her up. With her finally on her feet, Graverobber placed an arm around her shoulders and leading her out of the alleyway.
[Author's Note: Alright, I've been obsessing over Repo! For about…. I dunno, almost seven months now and this is my first fanfiction. Comments and constructive criticism is loved. I promise that the chapters won't be as short and… like this as this one is. ^_^]