I own nothing! I wish I did. I don't even own the movie. I rented it! PARIS HILTON'S FACE FALLS OFF. OMFG I laughed when that happened. I know every part by heart now. I watched it like fifteen times already. Just to get everything right. Does anybody actually read these? If you do Review! Read then Review. It's so sad I haven't got any reviews.

Graverobber stepped into a room with the beeping of machines and the smell of chemicals. Finding the light switch, he flicked it on. Stuffed animals, a piano, and different varieties of bugs lined the room from wall to wall. "That sick son of a bitch." He said. Nathan Wallace kept his daughter holed up in this... hospital room. The room suddenly went dark, Graverobber could see the silhouette of a hand on the switch. "I'd prefer if we stayed out of this room." Shilo whispered. "You got it, Kid." He smiled. He knew it irritated her he wanted to see how far he could push before she finally snapped. "I told you its Shilo. Now I promised meals, what do you want, I mean you gotta be hungry." She said, meekly. "Anything is fine with me." He said. They walked down the stairs and into the foyer. Graverobber sat on the couch and waited for Shilo to come in. He watched the fire flicker, noting that the dust near it had been corrupted. He walked over to the fireplace and stuck his hand in the fire. Nothing. "Damn holograms." He took the ornament on the mantle and moved it in an arch form. He mumbled something under his breath. "What?" "The Repo Room." The door popped from the wall with a tiny click. He pulled the secret door open. "Told you, Repo Room." He smirked. Shilo followed as Graverobber started down the concrete steps. "You sure you can handle this?" He asked. "I-" Her voice cracked. "I'm sure," she mumbled. He nodded and stepped through the threshold. Shilo gasped at the sight before her, the mobile of repossession tools, the shower room, and the stench of death that burned her nostrils . Her knees gave way and she collapsed. "Shilo?" Graverobber asked. She looked at the stood up surgery table in the corner and could only imagine what kind of horrors her father preformed on it. "Shi-" "Please- Just don't touch me." She mumbled. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm fine." The smell of old, rotting blood and flesh had died down but her imagination was still flaring. "Are you sure?" Graverobber asked. She shook her head, she needed to get out of there, fast. "Can you walk? Stand?" He asked. He was concerned, she knew that, but why she didn't have a clue as to why. "I don't think so," She drew in a shaky breath. She felt his arms underneath her. She curled next to his chest, coughing what was left of the rotten smell out of her lungs. He set the girl on the couch and closed the door. He went into the kitchen to find a rag. He dabbed Shilo's head, trying to calm her down. "Why are you doing this?" She stammered. He shushed her and told her to get some sleep.

Making sure Shilo was asleep before he did anything drastic. Graverobber made his way upstairs as quietly as he could. Going to take a shower, just as Shilo had promised. Feeling the warm water run down his back, washing all the disgustingness from him.

After his shower, Graverobber went into the guest room to find a new set of clothes on the freshly made bed. "Shilo." He smirked. He tugged the black jeans on and looked at the white crew neck tee she left for him. He tossed the crew neck aside and stepped out into the hall. "Um, I thought I left a shirt on the bed," Shilo said. She blushed as her eyes caught a glimpse of his perfectly muscular chest. "Not my style, sorry. Why? Want me to cover up?" He smirked at her innocence and how she tried to hide her little glimpses. "If you wan-" He held up his hand and went to retrieve the shirt. He pulled it over his head and went back out to find Shilo in her room pulling a white, lacy nightgown over her torso. Why she left her door open was beyond him. She saw him look and turned a bright scarlet. "Sorry." He mumbled. "You have nothing to be sorry about, it was my fault. I left the door open." She admitted. "Now seeing as to it's about three o'clock in the morning what do you want for breakfast?" She asked. "Just toast would be fine." He said. "Anything on it?" She asked. "Butter. I mean who eats plain toast." He asked. "My father used to, sometimes." She admitted. He gave her a look that asked her if she was serious. She nodded and continued downstairs. In the kitchen he sat on the island while she went to work on making their breakfast. "So what did you do when you weren't sneaking outside?" He asked. "I was usually in my room, being poisoned by my father." She retorted. "Bitter feelings there, Shi?" He asked. "I'm supposed to be all sunshine, unicorns, and fucking butterflies am I?" She snapped. "No bu-" "I don't care! My father poisoned me, ripped me out of my mother's stomach, killed thousands of people, and lied to me from the very beginning! I've never experienced the outside world. I've never been touched, kissed, let alone talked to! I have a reason to have bitter feelings! Damn it!" She screamed. She looked at the huge gash on her hand from where she grasped the butter knife too hard. "You okay?" He jumped off the island and gripped her hand. "I'm fine, really. It's just a cut. Nothing I can't handle." She yanked her hand back. "That's not just a cut Shilo! That's a fucking gash!" He yelled at her. He grabbed a paper towel and wet it cleaning the wound. "I'm fine! Really! I can take care of it! I really can! Let me go Dad!" She gasped, and covered her mouth. She yanked her hand away and ran to cover her hand.

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