The Thing About Graves

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I sat on Graverobber's sofa, pen and paper in hand. "Hmm… What to ask for…"

I wrote out my list as quickly as possible. It consisted of my perfumes, some clothes, my snack stash, and my notebooks. That was really all I needed, when it came down to it. My parents would know what clothes to give to Graves, and I'd told him already where to find my perfumes. I'd just need to let him know that my stash of food was in a bin under my bed. It was a box filled with gummi candies, and a bunch of other treats.

"Hey, kid, you done with the list yet?" I nodded, passing it to him. "My food stash is under my bed, in a bin. Please don't forget it." He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't blame me if some of it's gone by the time I get back. I can't be held responsible for my stomach. Got it?" I rolled my eyes. "Oh, no you don't. You do not mess with my snacks!" I glared at Graverobber playfully, and lightly shoved him. He shrugged. "Fine, kid. I won't eat your damn stash. But you had better share, or else." I rolled my eyes, and with that, he was gone.

I smiled as the door shut behind him. Maybe I really did like him more than I thought. I stood up, searching for a closet somewhere in the small apartment. When I finally found it, I opened it, finding a large, ragged blanket. Despite its looks, it was warm and soft. I smiled, laying on the sofa and snuggling into the warmth of the soft blanket. The blanket was perfect. "Night, Graves…" I mumbled, and I found myself drifting off into a pleasant slumber after a short time.

~*Graverobber's Point of View*~

I closed the door of the apartment and began to walk back towards my usual alley. The Kid's house was just in front of it, probably due to its convenience for getting the glow. I rolled my eyes. Some people would do literally anything for a hit of z. It was really amusing, actually. Even the great Rotti Largo's daughter, Amber Sweet, came to me for hits. She even offered me her body.

As much as I love my job, and the money I get out of it each day, I find the drug itself to be revolting. I never really take hits myself, either. I just use them as glow-sticks, and give hits to my customers for steep prices.

I smirked as I walked up to the Kid's house. I slipped in through the open window that was on the first floor. I could tell already that it was the living room. I looked around cautiously, and slinked upstairs. I heard grunts and moans, and immediately knew which room wasn't the Kid's.

I slipped into the one room that had an open door. It was the Kid's. I could tell by the posters of bands, even Blind Mag. Of course, that wasn't really a shock. Mag was quite possibly the most popular singer in the entire world at this point, especially there in Sanitarium Isle.

I snapped out of my thoughts quickly, and began to gather the things on the Kid's list. I sat on the floor, pulling out the bin from under her bed. My eyes widened. I must've grabbed the wrong one, because this one was filled with what appeared to be… Ventriloquist dolls. "Kind of creepy, Kid…" I muttered, shoving the bin under again, and pulling out another. "Alright!" I exclaimed. This bin was nearly exploding with food. The bin was three feet by three feet by one foot, and filled to the brink.

Next, I raided the Kid's closet. "Damn, Kid!" I jumped when I saw the outfit that was hanging nearest to me. It was a sapphire colored corset and a pair of pitch black skinny jeans and a pair of sleek black strappy-looking heels. Whoa, mental images… I never would've imagined her in that! And here I thought she didn't like the attention that people gave her. Maybe I was wrong. I hoped I was wrong.

Shaking it off, I rummaged through her clothes, picking out dark clothes that were well suited to the job she'd soon be doing, and a few casual outfits that she could use during the day. I began to scan the flooring as well, for the small crack that she informed me of.

When I spotted it, I stepped on it, forcing the floorboard up, so that I could grab her perfumes. But I looked into the insulation and found a grand total of 60 or so vials, each with a different liquid, no bigger than his pinky. I sighed. "If they're really that important…" I muttered, grabbing a bag off of her desk, and placing each vial in carefully.

Finally, I had every vial, so I reset the floorboards. I grabbed the Kid's notebooks last and began to leave. But before I did, I had a devious idea. I ran back to her closet, and grabbed the corset and jeans that had been set aside. "Heh, let's see how she likes my choices, hm?" I chuckled, and walked out of the room.

I shuddered at the still continuous grunts and groans of pleasure coming from the Kid's parents' room, and sped downstairs as quickly as I could. I found that it would be easier to just go out the window again, and slip down to the sidewalk from the first floor, rather than taking the front door, which might've tripped any number of alarms that probably surrounded this house.

"Kid, you so owe me some of this stash for doing this," I muttered, turning on my heel and sauntered away from her house. I walked the streets until I was forced to pause my journey. "What the hell do you want?" I looked down at the woman. She was dressed in a short, ragged skirt and a slutty tube top. Her hair was short and had clearly been surgically dyed and spiked.

"C'mon Graverobber, hit me up!" She cried, eyes burning lustfully for some Z. I smirked. "What are you willing to pay?" Her eyes widened. "I- I can't pay now, but I'll pay, I swear, Graverobber! Please, just give me a hit!" I rolled my eyes. "No go, lady." I lightly shifted my weight, sending her falling to the ground. "See you when you have some cash, scalpel slut." I walked past her, and went back to my apartment.

When I walked inside, I found that the Kid was asleep on the sofa, curled up in a large blanket. I was sure she'd just wandered around, searching for my closet to find one. She looked so peaceful, not at all like what I'd seen when she was awake. When she was awake, she could be loud and angry, or energetic and happy. I'd never really seen her stay calm for long. She almost always had some sort of outburst to let out, and her eyes had guarded sadness and anger about them, or so it seemed. Hell, she could even be bitchy when she really wanted to be. But when she was asleep, she had a totally different air about her. She seemed calm, quiet, and peaceful.

She didn't look like she'd just practically been disowned today. She didn't look like she was in any pain at all. She just looked like a sweet, innocent child. It made me feel bad for letting her parents do this to her. She obviously deserved better. Better than being kicked out. Better than being stuck dealing zydrate to survive. Better than being stuck with me.

I didn't want her to have to live this life, but she was stuck with it. All I could say was 'Sucks to be you, Kid', as much as I hated to. I mean, yeah, I'm a douche. I know. But you can't say I don't have a conscience. I still feel pity for girls who actually need help. Just not for those Scalpel Sluts and Zydrate Whores who try to swindle me out of both my zydrate and my money.

I rolled my eyes. Damn whores, always trying to get me to fuck them for a cash-free hit. They're sickening.

I slipped back into the complex and unlocked the door of the apartment, setting the Kid's stuff on the floor. I found that she was just lying on the sofa, curled up in one of my more accommodating blankets. I shook my head. "Wow… I'm gone for fifteen minutes, tops, and the Kid's out cold."

The Kid shifted, and I smirked. "Kid, get up. You need to come with me. We have work to do." She rolled over, sitting up. "What-?" I pulled her up and unwrapped her from the blanket quickly. "Come on. The Graveyard shift is starting." I laughed. "We're going grave robbing." ~*Cecelia's Point of View*~

"What do you mean?" I looked at the Kid expectantly. "You heard me. You're learning how to rob graves. That's lesson number one, Kid." She nodded slightly, still confused. "Right…" I smirked. The Kid was completely stunned from her nap.

I looked at her a little closer. "Hey, Kid, what's your name? I don't think you ever told me." She paused, responding cautiously. "It's… Cecelia. Cecelia Ursare." I nodded. "A respectable name, I guess. But you need a dealer's name, too." She blinked. "A dealer's name?"

I sighed. "Do you think Graverobber is my real name, Kid?" She shook her head. "Good. You're right. Graverobber is my dealer's name. Get it now?" She nodded rapidly. I chuckled softly at her response. She caught on pretty quick, for a teenage girl. "Well, you need a dealer's name. I don't know what we'd call you though… We'll have to let the scalpel sluts meet you, and see what they say, I guess."

The Kid, Cecelia, caught on even quicker when we got to the real robbing. She opened the coffins with smooth expertise after a few tries, and had begun to get the hang of positioning the needles of the guns to drain the shining drug out of each corpse. She proved to be a good investment, that was for sure.

"Now to sell our wares." I muttered, leading Cecelia to my alley. It was only eleven o'clock, and I usually sold z until around one in the morning, but maybe I could cut off early, to make her adjust better.

As we entered the alley, scalpel sluts immediately began to rush towards me from the shadows, nearly separating Cecelia and I. I immediately began to hit up the ones who had the money, and then pulled Cecelia towards me, calling out, "Settle the fuck down!" As soon as I said it, those who were still unhit looked up at me.

I held a hand on Cecelia's shoulder. "Meet my apprentice. I leave it up to you to name her once you see her work." Cecelia spun around to face me, a terrified look on her face. "You're having me shoot people up with z already?" I nodded. "Yeah. Cool it, Kid. It's not hard. Just put the gun wherever, and shoot. Okay?" She nodded, and took out her gun, testing it on the few nearest addicts who had some cash.

Suddenly, an air of confidence surrounded her as she became more comfortable, and she called out to the druggies. "Line it up, and have the cash ready. Got it?" I raised an eyebrow. She was already learning so quickly. Faster than anyone had, besides myself.

I smirked. She had it. She really had it. Finally, one voice began to purr, and many followed suit with the echoing trance of the name they'd chosen for Cecelia. "Soul Snatcher, Soul Snatcher." They purred all through their zydrate highs, before succumbing to the darkness of their drug induced slumber.

I patted Cecelia on the head. "Good work, Soul Snatcher." She beamed up at me, clearly proud that she was being praised. "Thanks, Graves."