Author's Note: For those of you annoyed with the movie quotes in the previous two chapters, including myself, you will notice a dramatic decrease in the following chapters. I tried to write the previous chapters without as many direct quotes; however, Graverobber wouldn't cooperate. This chapter is mostly focused on Graverobber and his sister. Enjoy!


He walked out of the apartment he shared with his sister. His sister, who also happened to be his best friend, was dying and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. She was his rock, the reason that he stayed on the straight and narrow. Because there was no way in hell he would risk anything that would endanger his baby sister. But not now. Now Gracie was dying and there was nothing anyone could do. Now she needed him to take the pain away. They were out of morphine, which left him with only one option. Zydrate. And frankly, he didn't give a damn that it was illegal. All he could think about was taking Grace's pain away.

He walked around the cemetery, cautiously harvesting the glowing blue drug. As he walked he could feel the rage he felt towards Luigi Largo growing. Finally, he could take no more. He threw his head back and screamed the name of the one person that he loved unconditionally. "GRACE!" She was the one thing in all of this crazy, screwed up world that made sense, and he was going to lose her. "GRACE!" He screamed again not caring who heard him.

After gathering enough zydrate to last the week at least, he headed back home. Thankfully, Grace was sleeping when he got back. He set his bag down on the floor and settled into the chair next to her bed. He had left her side long enough. An hour later his sister stirred. "You're back." She said with a weak smile.

He nodded. "I told you I would be. How is the pain?"

She grimaced. "Still there."

He squeezed her hand. "I brought you something that will make it go away." He said as he pulled out a vial of the glowing blue liquid.

"What is it?" Grace asked.

"Zydrate."

His sister's eye's widened. She grabbed his arm. "Zydrate? It's expensive. How did you get it?"

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter how. The point is I have enough to last you through the week."

"You're so good to me." Grace whispered.

"I'm your brother, it's kinda my job." He said with a Cheshire like grin. He put the vial in the gun, and injected it into Grace's arm

"Oh… that's… better." Grace murmured as she drifted off to sleep.

He watched her sleep before falling asleep himself. He woke several hours later to his sister clutching his hand. "Gracie, you're awake."

She attempted a weak smile. "I want…" She whispered barely loud enough for him to hear. Her breathing was ragged and labored.

He got out of the chair and knelt next to her bed so he could hear her better. "What is it Grace? What do you need?"

She squeezed his hand. "Want you… to know… I…love…you." She gasped.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I love you too, Gracie." Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Don't… cry. Terrance… you're… a… good… brother… best…ever." She whispered.

He didn't know what to say. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't ready. "Only because I have you." He managed to choke out.

Gace smiled at him. Then she closed her eyes for the last time. A moment later, he was alone. He buried his face in the pillow next to his sister's body and sobbed. His family, his life, his Grace was gone.

Graverobber woke up screaming "GRACE!" He glanced around dazed and then realized that he was hanging upside down. What the hell? Then reality set. Shit! That bitch! Not only had Amber knocked him unconscious, she had hung him upside down.

His dream came flooding back to him. His sister's dying words rang in his ears. Fresh tears came to his eyes. He blinked rapidly to keep the tears from escaping his eyes. Grace. Damn, I miss you so much. The annoying little in his head said.

Stop it! Quit thinking like that.

It's true.

I said stop it! It's against my grave robber code.

You don't have a code.

No body asked you.

Graverobber's argument with himself was interrupted the soft sounds of timid feet. "Who's there? Stay back." Way to bottle the emotions, Graverobber.

Shut up! He told the annoying little voice. Bad enough he sound upset. He didn't need the insult from his own damn brain.

"Umm… do you have my cure?" The small scared voiced asked.

I know that voice! No! It can't be! It's the kid, I'm sure of it. "Kid is that you?"


A/N ~ Thanks to Super Spazzaroid and MysteryinWonderland for their reviews. I couldn't think of a decent name for Graverobber before he became Graverobber. So I consulted him. His answer was Terrance. Actually I figured that it works for the actor, so it will work for the Graverobber. :) Love and zydrate to all!