A/N: Ugh, I'd have had this chapter out sooner but school happened enough said. But hey, it's Friday and I've got the weekend ahead of me and we're having Chinese take-out tonight so I'm happy :) Anyway, chapter 10, in this chapter the name of him is finally revealed. I hope you all like this chapter and don't foget to read and REVIEW! I'll warn you now though, there's more to him than you might initially think :)

Chapter 10: Haunted

His vision was blurry as unwanted tears welled up in his eyes. The pain was overwhelming and made every muscle tense up unbearably. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stay conscious and was only vaguely aware of the other person in the room digging the heel of their boot into his side.

The deep voice that spoke was smooth like velvet, "Look at the mighty repo-man, brought so low by a mere drug lord like me. I nearly lost my life to one of you once. I had to abandon everything just to keep safe. Tell me, do you realize just how awful what you do is?"

He groaned in pain by way of a response.

"No? Proud to the end, I see. Let's see the face behind the mask, hmm?"

A hand appeared in his line of vision and it reached out and grasped him by the throat. He was pulled up and shoved into the concrete wall so fast his head spun. His back stung from the impact. He hadn't really been able to see the man yet because the x-rays built into the lenses of his mask were flickering on and off due to some damage his gracious host had inflicted to them during their fight when Wolf's head collided with the man's fist. The most he'd seen of his companion so far was his black booted feet. The mask hindered his vision for a second or two as it was pulled off. He started to panic, the pain was more than he could take, there was blood everywhere and they were spinning and metal was crunching and someone was screaming and-

A sharp pain exploded across his face and he grabbed the wrist of the person who slapped him the minute his eyes snapped open. The face hovering above him was outlined with a halo of blue. Out of one nightmare and into another, Graverobber thought."Why did you slap me?"

"You were screaming, lover. I figured you were having a nightmare real bad like and I didn't want you to have a heart attack or do somethin' worse like die," Ignacia replied in the sultry way that served as her trademark.

"It was pretty bad, thanks for waking me up."

Her hands were on his shoulders and she sat on the edge of his bed in a nearly see through negligee. She lowered her head onto his chest. He didn't bother to move her knowing that it would just get her upset. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was five in the morning, three hours before he intended to get up. He groaned in annoyance.

"You gonna try to get back to sleep?"

"No, I don't think I'll fall back asleep anyway. I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Can I join you," she asked as she lifted her head off his chest.

He sat up and said firmly, "No, and that's the end of the discussion."

She sat up all the way and pouted like a recalcitrant child and crossed her arms over her chest thus completing the look. He got off the bed and walked out of the room without looking back. While Shilo had been comatose he'd managed to figure out where the second bathroom was and had made himself comfortable almost immediately. As he jumped into the shower he reflected on the fact that that nightmare hadn't occurred since he was twenty-five. Thanks to Danil it had started up again and it was one of the most traumatizing of his memory based nightmares. He was thankful that Shilo woke him up before it got to the worst part, his hand went instinctively to his right eye, but it would no doubt come back to him tonight.

Annie had come to the forefront of Shilo's personalities at some point while he was taking his shower, drying off, and changing his clothes. He found her in the living room putting a plate with sandwiches on the coffee table swiftly followed by two glasses and a pitcher of water.

"Just in case you boys get hungry," she said when she turned to face him.

"What'll you be doing while we're talking?" Graverobber asked just to make conversation.

"There's this show on the TV that comes on around the time you two will be talking, it's a show from the 1990's, and I really like it so I'll be glued to the tube in the kitchen if you don't mind."

He laughed a little, "Go ahead, besides I think Danil wanted to talk alone."

"Is this about something bad?"

"No, not really, well… I'll tell you later, okay?"

She frowned at him but finally conceded, "Okay, but you tell me the minute he leaves. As a married couple we need to be open with each other about these kinds of things."

He didn't reply. What could he say to that anyway? He just put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. She smiled at him, the kind of smile that made him a little less cold on the inside. The doorbell rang and a voice over the intercom said, "Hey, can I come in or what, this ghost town is starting to scare me."

"Ah, the price we pay for living in a house in the middle of a demolished section of Crucifixus, no one wants to wait outside for us to have a moment," Graverobber quipped.

"Haven't you heard, strange things happen to houses in the middle of nowhere," Shilo shot back, "Anyway, I need to go find out what's happening to Eric this week."

"Well, you enjoy your show then."

She walked past him and out of the living room to the kitchen. He went in the opposite direction to the door where he pressed the button to open the gate and then he opened the door to the house to let Danil in.

The minute he walked through the door Danil said, "I didn't realize that this place was out in the middle of a residential area that looks like it was flattened by Godzilla. This place looks like it's haunted and what's smack dab in the middle? A house, a very nice looking house actually but still, what a place to build it at."

"You leave this house alone, Danil. It was Nathan's pride and joy. He loved this house so much he took on the occasional repossession job before being fully integrated into the repo biz just to pay for all the fixing up this house needed before he moved in."

"Sorry Matt, I forgot he was like a mentor to you."

"Well, that was kind of by default since he was the one to teach me everything I know about repo but we were friends."

"You wanna look at this list or what?"

"Living room is right this way," Graverobber said and led Danil there.

"I've got good news," Danil said once they were both seated on the plush crimson sofa.

"What news would that be?"

"I found a psychologist who was willing to come here to talk to Miss Wallace and would keep it under wraps."

"Who would do that?"

"Uh… my uh…daughter but I hope that isn't a problem."

"No, that's the best news I've had all this week. Thanks Danil, I don't where I'd be without friends like you, Jo, and Indigo."

"Well, we are the people who know all three of you, aren't we?"

"I guess that might have something to do with it, yeah."

"Okay," Danil said, "down to business."

He pushed the plate of sandwiches aside and placed the now open folder on the table for both of them to look at. The very first paper was a list of names, seven of them, and a simple reason they'd want Graverobber dead.

"Kell did say that it was specifically Graverobber this person was after?"

"The Graverobber's the only me he knows so it'd have to be someone specifically after that persona."

"Then it's a good thing I only looked at people with a reason to kill Graverobber. Take a look at the list, I have a brief description of them, their crimes, the time they served, and where they are now behind that paper but maybe if you look at the initial list we can narrow it down further."

"Sounds like a plan, Danil."

Five of them were dealers he'd put out of business when he first arrived on the streets as a dealer. He took their customers, their money, and their territory. By the time he was through with them they had had no choice but to pack it up. The other two were pimps. Each with a girl that was now kicking back a percentage of their pay to him and not them but neither was a very likely suspect as the loss had not done much to their business as usual and the only thing they ever did was glare at him.

"One and four can go, they don't care if I live or die."

"Okay," Danil replied and took a pen and crossed out their names on the list.

Graverobber picked up the paper and examined the motives for each of the five left. It was all worded a little differently since each situation had been different and he knew these five would have means and opportunity to kill him but they wouldn't have any trouble finding him and they wouldn't care who got in their way. They were undoubtedly the most probable suspects but there was no way they were it.

"Didn't you take into account the fact that this person doesn't want anyone but me dead?"

"I did, I based it off their family history. Three of those five would never lay a hand on a mother-to-be and the other two would never lay a hand on a baby even an unborn one."

"I'm telling you Danil, there's no way it's these guys. They've had plenty of opportunity and they have the means not to mention they know where I am most of the night so why would they have to ask around?"

"Well, there's always …" Once again he allowed the other man to fill the blank mentally.

"No Danil, it can't be him. He told me to my face that he had no plans on coming back here."

"He changed his mind."

"I don't like the way you say that like he's here on Crucifixus right now."

"And what would you do if he was?"

There was a drawn out silence then, "I don't know. Is he?"

"You'd have to read the papers in the other folder to find that out. I don't want to be here when you read it though cause' I know your penchant for shooting the messenger. But Matt, I really think it's him so I'll leave the folder with you and you can decide what you want to do with it. My daughter, Galena, will be here tomorrow at twelve in the afternoon to talk to Miss Wallace."

Danil stood and Graverobber followed suite.

"You want to show yourself out?"

"Yeah sure, Matt," he said and reached into his briefcase and dropped a folder onto the coffee table, "Shred the folder with the list of suspects, I don't want it traced back to me."

"I think I'll shred them both," replied Graverobber.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll see you around."

After Danil left Graverobber decided to tell Shilo about her meeting with Galena the next day. When he entered the kitchen he saw a sight that was utter relief to his sore eyes. Shilo, who was sitting on the island and watching the TV. The most welcoming part was that this was undeniably Shilo in all her long black haired, bone white makeup-less featured face and Victorian- style Goth garb glory. He couldn't help but smile. She turned to face him not even bothering to try to hide her tear streaked features. His smile dropped.

"You okay Kid?"

"Yeah," she croaked, "but I noticed the date on the digital calendar and for some reason I can't fully remember the last week. Why?"

"Kid, I think you've been having some kind of dissociative episode. I've seen it happen before. Don't worry though, a friend of mine's daughter is a psychologist and she's coming tomorrow to talk to you. I hope that you sticking around this long is a good sign."

"So do I," she replied then jumped down onto the floor, "Did I do anything weird?"

"Let's just leave it at the fact that you have a lot of personality."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"I'll tell you more about it later, okay? Right now I have some papers I need to shred. Listen, as much as I hate to do it to you cause' I don't know who you'll be when you wake up, you've been awake since five in the morning and I think you need some sleep, I know I do."

"It's a little early in the day for a nap."

"Just close the curtains Kid and quit arguin' will ya," he ordered and gently steered her in the direction of the door that led out into the hallway.

She sighed, "Alright, but we'll talk about this later."

"You told me that already."

"I don't think I did. You know, it's nice to at least understand what's going on," she said aloud to no one as she walked down the hallway followed by Graverobber, "Dad taught me about dissociative disorders among other things. I miss him."

She turned onto the stairs and he waited at the bottom step until he heard her bedroom door close. He went into the living room where he snatched up the two folders. He didn't think there was an electric shredder in the house but his hunting knife could do the same thing to paper with just a little more work except that he didn't feel like going up to his room to get it. The unopened folder mocked him as it sat there. If he looked at it just for a second would it hurt all that much, would it really bother him to know what the old man was doing now and where he was in Crucifixus? He had to be about fifty-three now. He fought with himself, a part of him wanted so much to know what had become of that person and the other half wouldn't care if he died tomorrow in the most horrific way possible. Those days with him were truly torturous memories that replayed themselves in his head as he looked at that folder. Would just skimming over the information kill him? No. He picked the unopened folder up and held it in one hand with almost crushing force. Knowing where he was wouldn't cause him to come to the house. Knowing wouldn't hurt in the least. He opened the folder slowly, slightly away from himself as if it might come alive and attack him. Inside was a folded up wanted poster, the charges on it he knew were similar to his own. He took it out and put it on the coffee table. There were recent photos behind the poster which he looked at briefly but they were too grainy to see any details beyond the fact that the person in the picture was indeed him. The first paper was a profile stating his name and alias, crimes, age, hair color, eye color, blood type, and last know location which had been one of the partially man-made islands, an island like Cucifixus was, and that it was an island that was near one of the continents. He turned the page but there was nothing on the back. He looked at the next paper, it was something Danil had typed up and addressed to him. Danil had, through several legal and illegal sources, managed to uncover his new location. It was, as he had said, Crucifixus but Danil had managed to get a specific location. He was living in an apartment complex in the slums five blocks away from where Graverobber dealed making him too close for comfort. Whatever the case, it was true. Xerxes "King" Areli was back… back for him more than likely.