Memories and Loved Ones

Grave Robber awoke slowly, his head aching dully as he tried to clear it. Once his vision began to clear he saw Pavi standing in front of him One of his lackeys stood to the side, silent and brooding. That must be the one that hit him over the head he assumed, watching the man silently. He tried to move, and that was when he noticed the rope that bound him tightly to a chair, his hands pinned behind his back uncomfortably.

"Welcome back Grave Robber, I was wondering when you u-would awaken." Pavi said with a smirk on his face. God Grave Robber wished he could knock the stupid grin off the devils face."Now as I was saying, you are the u-last living person little Shilo u-cares about. I have sent someone to u-track her, and give her a message of your u-plight. I expect she will be here within the hour. Which u-means you'll u-get outs of this without u-too much damage."

Grave Robber watched the man slink toward him, knife in hand. He snarled at Pavi, eliciting a light chuckle from the demon. Grave Robbers heart stopped as the knife presses against the side of his face.

"You know, you u-have a nice face for a man. You are u-lucky I only wear the faces of women." Grave Robber fought back the overwhelming urge to flinch away from the man, feeling the cold bite of the metal blade against his cheek. He bit back a cry as the blade cut into his skin, and blood dripped down his cheek and chin. A hiss of pain escaped him and he glared daggers at Pavi. The adrenaline made him bold and he spit in Pavis face. Pavi stood staring at him, a mix of shock and outrage marring his eery face. He snarled and shoved the knife into Grave Robbers thigh, pulling a pained howl from the gaunt mans mouth. His head fell forward as he bent over in agony, gritting his teeth as Aavi twisted the knife.

Meanwhile…

Shilo limped through the alley, looking behind her hesitantly. She kept waiting to hear Grave Robbers footsteps catching up to her, but she remained alone. She walked through the dead city, looking around hopelessly. She yelped as she stumbled right into somebody, somebody wearing a repo mask. Her face was ashen and she backed away, tripping and falling to the ground. The repo man spoke not a word, but merely handed her a piece of paper and turned to disappear into the shadows. Shakily she picked up the folded paper, and read the note inside.

Dear Mrs. Wallace,

I assumed the foolish Grave Robber would attempt to send you away, so I had this note prepared in advance. You dissapoint me, I was under the impression that you would do the right thing and protect the last person left in your depressing little life. After all, if not for you Mag and your father might still be alive. I have your beloved Grave Robber here, and every second you stay away he shall suffer horribly. You are a sweet girl, surely you do not want this mans suffering on your conscience? Or perhaps one more persons lifeblood on your hands would be nothing to you. After receiving this note, you have one hour to return to your house, or he dies a gruesome death. The clocks ticking Mrs. Wallace, I look forward to seeing you again. After all, we had such a nice time when last we met.

Pavi Largo

Shilo dropped the note, her hands shaking. Panic filled her mind as visions of Mag's impaled body at the opera, her father dying in her arms. She couldn't let the closest thing to family she had left die too. Turning around, she began limping back toward her house, struggling to accept her fate.

Back at the Wallace house…

Grave Robber was slumped forward in his chair. Bloody gashes marred the pale skin of his arms and chest. One particularly gruesome cut over his right eye was bleeding freely. Vaguely he was relieve that he could still see out of his eye. Pavi watched him with fascination, like a child watched a worm struggle across the pavement after a hard rain, as he pushed his finger into the stab wound on Grave Robbers thigh. He moved his finger, grinding into the gash, savoring the groans of pain that escaped his victim. When he heard the front door open, he stood and turned, facing Shilo Wallace.

Grave Robber saw her too, and shouted at her to run. She just stared at him, her eyes wide and terrified as she took in the damage done to him. He hated that expression. It haunted his dreams every night. The same expression his mother wore as his father beat him over and over. The expression his mother wore as she let it happen.

"Let him go…you have me so please…let him go." She said, trying so hard to sound strong. Grave Robber looked at her, a whole new kind of agony washing through him.

"Damnit Kid, why are you doing this!" He yelled at her, causing her to flinch slightly. She looked at him blankly for a moment, then answered softly.

"Don't you see? You're all I have left...Everyone I love dies because of me...I won't let the last one be you..."

Trajic proclamation of love acquired. What will happen next? Its gonna be a blood bath...