READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE, THERE'S A BIG ANNOUNCEMENT IN IT.

A/N: Time for the big reveal, Graverobber's actual name (or at least his first name) in this story. I wanted something common but still suitable for him. I got the name from a song I really like called "Turn Around" which I felt sort of encompassed the big picture of this story. So after this chapter my psychology major cousin/ editor is really going to come in handy because I don't know a thing about psychology. These next couple of chapters are all going to be around 2,000 words (so short-ish for me, I'd like to do around 3,000 words for chapters, I did mention this is my first serious story) but after three or so of those short chapters they'll start to get pretty long. I don't know how fast I'll have them out since they're mostly in my head right now but they'll be out in the near future, rest assured. The song "What I've Done" by Linkin Park is the theme for this chapter FYI. "Pain" by Three Days Grace was the second chapters theme but I forgot to mention that, sorry. Now for my very BIG announcement. Upon the insistence of my previously mentioned cousin, the author Toilet, she will co-author an interlude to this story with me detailing "The History of Zydrate". She had such a fantastic idea for it that I couldn't let it go. I'm not sure when it'll be out but I plan on beginning work on Dec. 17, 2011. First she has to watch the movie, she's been to scared to. The first thing from Repo! I showed her online was "A Thankless Job" and it sort of scarred her for life, I then proceeded to tell her about what Blind Mag did at the end of "Chromaggia". Anyway I hope you're interested in "The History of Zydrate". Once again, read and review, constructive criticism welcome,outright flaming rejected. People who flame need to get a life. Most importantly ENJOY:)

Chapter 4: What I've Done

Matthew. No one had called him by that name in eight years, some days he even forgot that was his name. There were very few who could connect the dots between Graverobber and Matthew from all those years back. Not even Amber, Luigi, and Pavi had figured it out. That being said, it had been twelve years since they'd seen Matthew though not more than a week since one of them last encountered Graverobber. There were people who knew that the two were one in the same. Four of them were dead and gone, three would never tell a soul, and one had disappeared although he was certain he would have heard through some source or another if he'd died. The grocery bag was digging into the wrist it hanged off of and was cutting off the blood to his hand. He maneuvered the box onto his shoulder and used his free hand to open the door.

"Hey, kid, I'm back!" he called out.

He saw the light in Shilo's room go on as he stood by the fireplace where he could see part of her door.

Is she still angry? "I want to talk to you," he placed the box on the mantel of the fire place right in front of the holo-portrait of her mother, Marni "about our argument. I'm sorry I snapped at you." He heard footfalls on the hardwood floor and her door opened halfway.

"You mean it?" she asked timidly.

He sighed, "Yes, have I ever lied to you?

"No," she bit her bottom lip and opened the door the rest of the way, "I'm sorry I pushed the subject, I could tell you didn't want to talk about it an-"

"It's not a big deal, kid."

She smiled, genuinely happy, "So what's in the bag and box?"

"Well, I kinda went shopping and I have this problem with impulse buying and…well…I hope you're the type of girl who likes to be lavished with gifts."

She looked at him puzzled, "What do you mean?"

He walked up the stairs and held out the bag to her. She was hesitant but took it regardless of misgivings that were probably along the lines of "what would a thirty year old drug dealer consider a good gift to give to the teenage girl he lives in the same house as and is in no way related to". She put her back against the wall and plopped down to the ground. Looking up at him she patted the space next to her and he sat down in the same fashion as she had. She pulled out the book first and put the bag on the ground. She didn't say anything for several seconds but instead stared at the book wide eyed.

"It's fantastic!" Shilo finally exclaimed, "Where did you find this?"

"A thrift shop downtown, why?"

"This isn't just any old bug photography book, Graverobber! These pictures were taken by the foremost expert in insect photography, BJ Manning!"

You can be an expert in that? "Um…glad you like it!"

"You know you didn't have to buy me anything to apologize, right?"

"Well, I figured it was good insurance just in case."

She placed the book back in the bag and pulled out the silver box that contained the dragonfly pin. She opened the box, looked at him, looked back at the pin, looked back to him and slapped him on the shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"You didn't need to spend so much on me."

"I don't know how much I spent, I repeat, I am an impulsive buyer."

"Tell me, now, just how much you spent."

"Why?"

"Because if you run out of money I'm not helping you if the loss could have been avoided."

"Let's see…"The book cost nineteen dollars, the pin cost forty-five, and the dress cost thirty-five. Man, Jo's Thrift Shop really doesn't allow thriftiness and I'm not sure if that's a word. Anyway…a chalkboard appeared in his head with the numbers on it and he added them together, Ninety-nine! How did I manage to spend that much, "Uh…y'know what, I can't remember."

"I don't believe you. I do like the pin though, thank you."

"Now that last thing in there, it may need adjustments."

She quirked a suspicious eyebrow at him and pulled out the folded dress. She unfolded it slowly and smiled happily when the she saw the whole dress.

"Thank you Graverobber, you didn't need to do this but it makes me happy you did anyway."

"Now about this money business, kid, we need to get something straight. Z junkies will always need to get their next hit of glow from somewhere and I'm the busiest dealer on the streets. Moreover, if I ever need money I got friends who owe me some favors. You don't ever need to worry about me. I can worry about myself and don't say that I can't worry about you then cause' I know that's what you wanna say. You are seventeen and still pretty naïve and there are a lot of ugly things out there that you might not be able to handle just yet. You don't need to provide for me, I provide for you."

An extremely awkward silence followed his last sentence. It took him a full minute to realize what he last said.

"Not that I'm uh…you know… we're just … I just mean… I'm gonna be here for you," he stated the last part resolutely, meaning it.

"You've only known me a week."

"That should creep you out more than me considering I'm living in your house."

"That's true," she smiled gently up at him, "So what's in the box? You put it on the mantle, is that for me too?"

"Actually I found it outside the door, it's addressed to me."

"Really? Aren't you going to open it?"

"I'm not sure what it is and you have to remember that in my line of business I make a few enemies. Just in case it's something… unpleasant," he let the word sink in, "I don't want you there when I open it. You understand why, right?"

"Yeah, I understand, I don't think I could handle it if it was a body part or something."

"Well, someone did send me a hand once."

"And…?"

"I waited until it decomposed to bones and threw the bones at people for kicks."

She looked at him disgustedly. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Anyways kid, I wanna go to my room and open that box. I'll tell you what it is after."

"Okay, I'll go heat up that pizza for you."

"Thanks."

They got up at the same time and headed downstairs. He rushed to the fireplace and grabbed the box up with both hands barely noticing the open-door-like crack on the left side of the fireplace. He made a subconscious mental note to check that out later. He jogged two steps at a time back up the stairs and then hurried down the hallway to his room. Once inside he sat down on his bed and set the box down next to him.

Now to get this thing open, I really hope it doesn't blow up in my face.

He got up and took his jacket off the top of the dresser and fished around in one of the pockets until he found his leather sheathed hunting knife. It was the only blade he had. It was a gift from a friend from high school. He went back to the box and cut the tape off the top. He sheathed the knife again and opened the box.

"It's a perfect representation of what a repo-man is, it'll suit you well."

The black wolf mask stared at him with its blue x-ray shielded eyes. His mask was not uncommon among repo-men except that it bore an X shaped scar that he had cut into it when he'd quit repossessing organs for a living. Shilo couldn't know he'd received this. Moreover, why was all this repo-man stuff resurfacing right now?

No, not resurfacing just getting in your head. Still, this is pretty big. I put this with Mom and Dad, and no one knows I did that. Who sent this?

"Graverobber, did you get that box open yet?" Shilo called from the end of the hallway.

He opened his door and stuck his head out, "Yeah, it was a foot this time. I really need to figure out who keeps sending me these things."

She cringed and turned to go down the stairs but didn't proceed any further until after she told him to get rid of it. He pretended to be disappointed and went back into his room. He wasn't going to get rid of that mask until he knew where it came from, who it came from, and why it came. Unfortunately that was something he'd have to work on later. There was still night to burn and he only had about a thousand saved up. Who knew when he might need it or what he might need it for? He was just grateful that Amber had jacked up the price of zydrate as soon as she got hold of GeneCo, he had more customers than ever before. Amber Sweet was not a good businesswoman.

"Hey, kid, that pizza ready yet, I need to eat before I go back out there," he said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's ready," and sure enough there were four slices on a plate which sat on the counter next to the sink, "but do you have to go out tonight?"

"You're getting to be like a needy housewife, you know that?" He said as he ate his first slice of pizza.

"What's that supposed to mean? I just don't want to go to sleep without knowing there's someone else in the house. Y'know, just in case someone tries to break into the house or something."

"I'm going out tonight whether you like it or not, kid," she began to protest, "but I'll try to get home earlier than usual."

She looked about ready to cry which Graverobber wasn't sure he could deal with but she seemed to rein it in for the most part after a few seconds. She looked back up at him and smiled though it was forced, "Be careful."

He stood there a few more minutes eating then put his empty plate in the sink and walked up to her, put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, "You'll be fine. No one will break in. You're safe here."

She looked him in the eyes, chocolate brown and innocent eyes that showed him the pain and brokenness she was trying to keep locked inside. He wanted to say or do something more for her but all he could do was sympathize and try and get her back on her feet. After that was done he wasn't sure what he'd do and some days the only thing that kept him with her was his promises. He made a point of not lying and a part of that was keeping his promises.

"It looks like I may not make it Mattie. You have to promise that after I die you'll watch over her as best as you can."

"Tomorrow we'll go grocery shopping, okay," he said instead, Real reassuring, maybe next you'll take her to the mall for therapy.

"I really don't want to go out. Can't you do it on your own?" She pleaded.

"Not my house," he replied with a smirk.

"Then maybe it's not your room," she retorted but he knew she wasn't serious but she wasn't happy either.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, I have to go before my customers get sick of waiting, and it's almost midnight. They can get a little impatient and they don't normally stay out past five in morning," he took a step back relinquishing his hold on her shoulder. The fireplace! , "Oh yeah, what's up with your fireplace, kid, it looks kinda like a door."

"I'm not sure. I know it's there, but I haven't been able to work up the courage to either close it or open it. It feels sort of ominous. I know that sounds crazy but I don't think I'll like what I find behind there. You can open it if you want to or close it which I would really prefer."

"I think I should open it, just in case, y'know."

"But, I think it might have been where my Dad-"

"Why would he keep it in the same house as you?" Graverobber interjected Unless, of course, he moved it here. "Maybe you should be in another room when I open it up anyway."

"No, I can handle it if it is what I think it is and if it isn't then it doesn't really matter either way."

"You sure? If he brought his work home with him…well, you really don't want to know the gory details of a repo-man's chosen vocation, trust me."

"Do you know what those gory details are?"

Instead of answering he went silent and turned his back on her and walked out into the living room. Stepping up to the fireplace he grabbed the side of the fireplace that looked like a door that had been cracked open slightly and pulled hard. The door, it was indeed a door of sorts, gave way revealing a room that looked something like a torture chamber. On the ground lay several gruesomely murdered GENcops and strapped to a dolly was a man lacking the organs that would normally be found in the abdomen. He heard whimpering behind him, he spun around to see Shilo standing behind him taking in the sight. The whimpering turned to squealing of some sort then outright screaming. He acted purely on instinct and closed the door to Nathan's personal house of horrors and quickly made his way to her and took her by the shoulders.

"Kid! Look at me! Kid? Listen, I know it's bad, I know, but you need to calm down."

Her hands gripped her head, her nails dug into her forehead and she began bleeding from the cuts she made, the digging went unhampered by any pain she might have felt. He took his hands off her shoulders and pried her hands off her head. He held her wrists in his hands, twist and turn as she might she couldn't shake his powerful grip. The screaming was even worse than the night she'd stumbled across him hours after the Genetic Opera, after the newspapers had said she was missing, they still thought she was missing for that matter. That screaming had been intermittent then and had calmed down to whining by the time he'd got her home. This was one long, loud wail that ripped from her soul, a feeling he was intimate and familiar with. Her voice went hoarse after five minutes or so and she switched to sobbing quietly and whispering things. "I shoulda stayed inside, I shoulda stayed inside…" became her mantra. After many more minutes of this she grew quiet, Graverobber was hopeful at first until he saw the blank look in her eyes as she stared through him not at him. He supposed then was his turn to start panicking and freak out, after all Shilo had just gone catatonic on him