Disclaimer: I do not own Repo, nor do I own the characters I am writing as sadly.

A/N: Special thanks go to my boyfriend for this chapter because I have never written a fight scene before and he helped me with my first one.

THIS IS THE REVISED CHAPTER TWO!

Hooligans like Myself

Bullets flew by his head as the streets of grime and decay passed by.

"Amber that damn bitch is going to fucking pay." Graverobber's mind snarled as the bullets whizzed by. Like always Graverobber was being chased down the streets by GenCops; and as always Amber Sweet was in a shitty mood; so what does the bitch do to make herself feel bubbly? Send a squad of GenCops to piss on his good night filled with Harvesting and sex, one of the best fucking combinations ever.

Graverobber took a sharp turn into a darker alleyway; the GenCops kept close to him even with the sharpest turns. He thought of even more profane words to suited Amber because of her temper tantrums. Graverobber needed to get away from the fucking cops and fast. The easiest way to lose them would be to get into the sewer system; after all Graverobber knew the sewers better than anyone. The question he had to answer was where the hell the closest manhole was?

"This part of town has them all on lock down". Graverobber realized he would have to do something else to get away from the corporate lapdogs before his famous Houdini act. Graverobber kept on dodging their bullets. He couldn't risk getting shot by one of the guns, if he was then he would have to get the damn bullet removed before it got infected; and that would hurt like a fucking bitch.

Graverobber looked back at the three cops closing in and stuck out his tongue at them. Receiving a few snickers from them he then preceded to flip them off; getting the reaction he wanted from them, a few curses and the unwanted bullets. He turned his head back around and ran faster away.

"That bitch will be the death of me," Graverobber thought as he bolted down the alleyway. He could hear the sound of bullets hitting the brick buildings around him as he turned quickly. Graverobber felt the heat of bullets pass him, ruffling his multi-colored hair.

"They haven't got me yet," Graverobber started to get cocky from the last few years of never being caught, "now, where to hide…" His thoughts were interrupted by shooting pain that radiated heat from his shoulder.

"You jinxed it."

"Fuck off!" He roared in to the empty night. Graverobber's eyes darted around the ally he was in now; he saw a dumpster up a head and dodged behind it quickly. The smell of rotting flesh and decomposing food stained the air where he was squatting. Graverobber didn't waste time as he pulled out his Zydrate gun from the folds of his coat with shaky hands. He had one shot and that's it. He grabbed one of the small vial of glowing liquid from a bag at his side.

"No customers worth this shit" Graverobber thought as he loaded the vial in to the gun, just like a battery it was. "Only one shot." He reminded himself; He looked up when the first GenCop popped fromaround the dumpster with a demented smile plastered on his face. The man smiled wider as he raised the gun and took aim at the crouched Graverobber.

Graverobber sprang from his haunches and pushed the Z gun to the side of the man's neck. The cop was about to scream but Graverobber pulled the trigger casing him to fall silent. The drug took instant effect on the full grown man. The Zydrate worked its charm on the man's mind; he started to swayed about with a doped grin on his face.

The GenCop raised his gun in to the air as the others approached. He pulled the trigger on the machine gun; the sound of bullets being fired filled the night air. Graverobber didn't waste any time, he started running when the other GenCops ran to their comrade and started trying to calm him down. As Graverobber ran down the alleyway he turned around and flipped the pre occupied cops off with both of his hands once again; then went of running. His shoulder started to throb with pain once more. He needed to see the damn street doctor and get the damn bullet out of him before her got infected, again.

Once he was all stitched up and as good as new, Graverobber had a cocky grin on his face as he strutted down the dead streets. Because of the opera that night there was no one out pawing at him, wanting the drug so many desperately wanted from him. I other words; sails were slow but Graverobber didn't care he liked having the streets to himself for a change. People bugged him, he thought most were self absorbed and had no intellectual content any more. Damn scalpel sluts.

"But there's one who's different then the "normal" people." Graverobber's mind spoke out. He paused for a moment then shook his head to get rid of the thought. The kid was too young; she was something like sixteen or seventeen at the most.

"Still…" his mind hissed at him. To distract his impure thoughts he pulled out a vial of Zydrate and started to spin it around and around his fingers. The blue light danced on the buildings and ground bellow; it was almost hypnotizing. Out of habit he then started to whistle one of Blind Mag songs. The title of the song was lost to him, but did it even matter now? By now, Graverobber assumed, she had probably been killed off by a Repo man or another.

"Poor woman; but she dug her own grave."He took a turn south and started walking closer to the opera house that was close to the place where Graverobber called home. He walked down the ever twisting streets; he felt his good mood start to come back again. Before he knew it his whistling became louder; hell he even started to dance to the melody. He did a jig there and a slide here, he even pulled a fucking Can-Can somewhere; but as he turned the corner he quickly stopped his dancing when he the saw a small girl in the middle of the grime.

Maybe I could help… Graverobber thought as he felt the cold mettle of the Z gun brush against his callused fingers. Once the chill of the steel seeped into his hand and he started his slow walk to her, and once he became closer to the trembling girl who had her back to him he started to recognize her.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing here? This isn't the place for god damn games." Graverobber said maybe a little too roughly. He was actually slightly concerned for her; she was too naive for the streets. What threw him off was the fact that he was never concerned about anyone, ever. The kid though, she was so organic compared to everyone and everything else in the city.

The Kid looked over at him. His eyes widened at the sight of her, blood clung to her, makeup running, wig askew, and her eyes; they scared him shitless. There was nothing in her eyes, they were completely lifeless. She tried to say something but she just kept crying. Graverobber took a step closer to her and knelt down next to her as he put away the Zydrate vial. Finally she was able to crock out a few words.

"He's dead, they all are." She had no life in her any more.

"Shit." He whispered slowly, Graverobber didn't know who the hell He was; but she was crying so it wasn't good. "Let me take you home." He said slowly.

"No, I can't go back!" The tears started falling again.

"Fuck me", Graverobber wasn't good with touchy-feely shit, he had never been good with it even with his damn mother. He thought quickly; he needed to get her off the damn streets and out of the rain. He looked her up and down quickly so she couldn't ketch him; she was probably freezing in that little black dress. Then the perverted thoughts came back at full force; Graverobber sighed to try and control himself.

"Bad Graverobber." The voice of his mother came into his mind to scold him.

"Let me bring you to my place then." He said softly.

"SHIT!" Did he seriously just ask that?

"What the hell? Bring her to your place?" His mind was screaming at him for it. Shilo just nodded slowly. Graverobber helped her get up off the streets; his body went in to auto-drive. He took off his jacket and draped it over Shilo's shoulders. She cringed at the smell of rotting flesh and BO. At least she could react to things, she wasn't a full on vegetable. They walked down the curvy streets side by side, neither of them speaking to the other one. Graverobber normally liking silence wasn't ok with this one.

"Kid, want to clue me in here?" Graverobber whispered.

"H-he lied t-to me." She stuttered, her eyes darting back and forth like she was analyzing something in her mind.

"Who did?" He asked softly, Graverobber had no idea where this softness was coming from; it scared the shit out of him. He didn't give a shit for other people and how they were doing, but this damn girl with her soft skin and big brown eyes and her sweet naïve ways…

"Shut up you Idiot! " His mind yelled at him; he did as he was told.

"Daddy…" Shilo paused, finding the right words "He worked for GeneCo." She whispered finally.

"Sorry to burst your bubble kid, but most people do." Graverobber took out a vial of Zydrate and twirled it around his fingers once more. Shilo didn't say anything for a while, they stopped and Graverobber watched her, he took in her features and the line of worry that split her forehead in half. Shilo looked up at him after she had found the right words.

"He was a night surgeon…" Her voice was soft on the night air. Graverobber's eyes bugged out, and then quickly he regained his composer on the outside. They started their way down the street again.

"Shit…that's….shit." They stayed silent until Graverobber stopped in front of a manhole cover.

"What are you doing?" Shilo looked at him curiously as he started to pull the mettle cover off. Graverobber stood up and faced her, he smiled slowly

"Welcome to my humble abode." Graverobber said as he gestured to the sewers, Shilo shuttered in disgust.