My Cause-

Disclaimer- I do not own the characters or lyrics from the movie Repo! The Genetic Opera

Plot Summary- A year after the events of the Opera, Amber (the new CEO of GeneCo) assaults and leaves Graverobber for dead. Fortunately for him, a certain teenager stumbles upon him and takes care of him. Grilo.

He could hear laughing through out the hallways. Happy sounds of a young girl. Graverobber smirked as he quickly paced after Shilo who had challenged him to a race back to the house.

His breath was gone though when he reached the doorway. Shilo staring down at him with a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Well, there goes my plans for tonight."

"Plans?" Graverobber panted, grasping to his side. Shilo smirked and walked over, helping him stand up straight. It was a wondrous metaphor for the large age difference; not just the number of years between them, but the knowledge too.

He had no doubt Shilo was smarter than he was; but she was naïve to knowingly want him. To believe he could morph into a decent man for her.

"Well, I was hoping Graverobber, to make some memories. You know, see if I can jar anything up from that little story you told me." Shilo bemused, while removing her hair extensions. It was mouth watering to see revert to her usual appearance. "But, since your rib is hurting you, we'll just have to wait old man."

"Now wait just a damn minute…" Graverobber started; knowing full well it was her revenge for always calling her kid. Shilo started on the staircase, leaning through the bars and tsking him.

"But if you're good—there might be something Nurse Shilo can do for you." She reasoned, reaching out a hand to motion him towards her. With that action, he was lost. Good, evil, whatever it was be damned! The girl was proving herself more and more to be a woman, and he was reasoning that it made her fair play.

Or, at least it made him feel better about himself.

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"She said her name was Black." The man insisted. The chains pulled against his wrists as he laid on the cool medical gurney. Amber replayed the video again and again. The one that show this supposed Black running with a longhaired man. He didn't look like Graverobber, as she had known him, but couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance this Black had to a certain teenage girl. "Please…My fix…"

"Does she work for Graverobber?" Amber asked, ignoring the mans pleads for zydrate, taping her long fingers nails against her arms.

"She was at his spot… Looked like the type of girl he'd fuck. Could be why she was such a goddamn…" Luigi Largo smirked as he slashed his side, making him scream out as Amber had instructed when he got out of line. She didn't much like hearing the former object of her affections (for lack of better words) fucking anybody; let alone the idea that he may be doing the act with Shilo Wallace.

"Just answer me this, if I showed you a picture, would you be able identify her?" The man took a moment to catch his breath before answering.

"Maybe...I'm…I'm not sure." He answered, afraid he'd once again receive the wrath of Amber's crazy brother. Instead Amber used a remote set the hologram near him to play. Before him various pictures of different playing. Some of simple scalpel sluts who looked nothing like the girl; others of long dead costumers who varied in likeness to her, and just to be sure; a vision of Shilo's deceased mother at a younger age—one her father's old photos.

He squinted to get a better look at Marni Wallace. "She…looks sort of like her. It's hard to tell with all the make up on."

Amber, feeling her certainty rise at that little comment, flipped it to Shilo's picture. Old and current photos alike.

He got a good look at her college i.d. photo, with her extensions and Mag like dress on. "That's her… At least, I think it is."

"Are you sure that's her?" Amber snapped, walking forward. Heels clicking as she stomped across the way. "That's her right there! That's Black?"

The man nodded, and Amber felt a surge of anger and victory. That meant the man with her was likely Graverobber—which meant that little bitch had lied to her all along.

Which meant Graverobber was at the Wallace house. With a wave of her hand, a scalpel slut stepped before a disappointed Luigi as she administered the zydrate to the man. Amber tried to look away from the substance as she glared back at the replaying video of Shilo running off with Graverobber. She could have killed the girl if she didn't believe it would cause a media frenzy. No, Shilo Wallace was too adored and loved for any harm to come to her.

But Amber swore to herself that before the night was done; she'd have Graverobber's last breath.

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Shilo ran a hand over his naked chest, thin fingers running through thick hair. She gulped as she realized this was the first time (besides the times she tended to his wounds) that she had touched a man in such a way.

She tried not to think of how many had touched his skin before her. She instead remembered, how many she had not. Remembered that the man before her was the most honest person in the world; never hiding who he truly was and never keeping her in the dark. "Kid?"

"Yeah?" Shilo whispered breathlessly, her lips drifting just above his. She had to feel him to be sure it wasn't a dream; even then she wasn't positive.

It was only his lips pressed to hers that proved she was in sweet reality. "This….it won't last. Are you okay with that?"

Shilo pulled back to look at him, her hands still running through him. "I'm not oblivious to what kind of man you are…"

"Oh, and what exactly kind of man am I?" He teased. Shilo drifted her lips down his neck.

"You don't have faith in people. The only ones that ever do you any good are the ones who live in graves. So it's better to eliminate the need to get close to them; because no one's worth getting close to."

"You are, kid." He murmured, hardly believing he was arguing for the possibility of a relationship. Perhaps it was the gentle way she kissed his chest, or soothing feeling her hand felt across his healing rib.

"Maybe but—Would you give up all those women for me? Your job? Your way of life? And are you willing to give them up for a doctor?"

No, no he wasn't. Just further proving his point that she was too good for him.

Shilo smiled sadly. "There has to be more to a relationship than 'us against the world', if I've learned anything else from my dad. I'm cool with this being a one night stand if you are."

Perhaps he should have left then. Walked away and allow the girl to believe that someone was trustable of not taking advantage of her. But despite the things his newly developed conscious was telling him; his body wanted her and her touch.

Shilo rose back up and kissed his lips again, trying not to cry. Something was better than nothing. Even if she never saw him again; at least she could say he had him for this one night. It was pathetic, but being strong for so long made it impossible for her not to want this victory.

This night would be hers. It would be theirs.

And as they commenced; kissing, undressing, making moaning messes of each other, both of them were oblivious to the gates being broken open. The footsteps walked up to the doorway, making nothing of the lock.

Just as he was about to make her his, Shilo's moan transformed to a gasp of surprise. "What the…." She jumped away from him. Graverobber was about to snap until he heard the sound himself.

Shilo pulled the curtains open, her face dropping into panic. "Fuck! Amber's here!"

"What?" Graverobber jumped out of the bed and peered after her. Amber's car was sitting in the driveway. The creaking of stairs made them turn towards the door. Shilo ran the fingers through her hair, groaning.

Her eyes peered to her father's balcony. She started gathering his things off the floor and grabbing something off a nearby chair. "It's your coat! Grab it and get out! The balcony. The steps were coming closer and closer, inspecting the many rooms before her fathers. "Now! Leave now!"

Graverobber threw the coat over his naked body and opened the double doors. He looked to Shilo, hastily throwing on her robe. "Hey kid…" Shilo looked over her shoulder, a deep, bone-crushing depression that made him wince. Quickly he said. "I really wanted you tonight."

"Let's hope we get another." Shilo replied sadly. The steps were coming closer, earning her attention. Graverobber wasted not another moment in stepping out and closing the balcony, trying to maneuver through the darkness and pain. Feeling a deeper pain of having to leave her behind.

It was no use; he had to promise himself that if he escaped, he'd come back.

()

The doors flew open and Shilo glared down the gencops, occupying both sides of Amber. "I guess you never learned to knock?"

Amber took two long steps forward looking at the mess around her. "Sorry, we just got a little too excited… We heard Graverobber might be here to play."

"That old game? Amber, I told you…"

Amber flicked out her hand-held hologram machine to show the events of earlier. Shilo's confident smile dropped when she saw the vision of her and Graverobber running away from the man who had almost assaulted her. "I hear you go by Black these days. Not much of a doctor name is it?"

"That could be anyone." Shilo tried to explain away. Amber laughed, closing the hologram and pushing it into her jacket. With a red lipstick smirk, she shook her head.

"Look at you, girl… Let me guess, he played you didn't he? Told you, you were beautiful? Tried to make you his whore? I know because he's done the same thing to me." Shilo told herself it was all just a ruse—to make her turn against him. But in the back of her head, she remembered his lesson on zydrate and how much he adored Amber then. How much he liked her.

But Amber was just a sweet fuck. He actually liked Shilo. Thought she was beautiful inside and out. Graverobber had to be telling the truth; he was the only who never lied to her. "Is that why you want to kill him Amber? Because you were his whore and now he's done with you?"

Amber's sudden frown made her confident once more. "That's it, isn't it? Things weren't the same after I came in the picture. Being CEO and all, he lost interest in you didn't he? Want to know why he did? Because you were so focused on fixing your outside, you let your personality rot. Underneath all that jazz and plastic, your nothing but a vindictive slut who'd fuck anything if it pumped her full of zydrate!"

"It doesn't matter why!" Amber snapped suddenly, holding her hand back like she was going to smack Shilo. Through gritted teeth, she continued. "It doesn't matter what he thinks of me, or what you think of me! Because once I find him, he's going to be zydrate, do you hear me? And not that we know you helped him, he's lost his last safe place. So, we'll see how much you want him once I rip him apart. You think I was brutal last time? They'll be nothing left of him this time!"

Shilo cursed herself for being so vocal. Mostly because there was no weakness for Graverobber in Amber's voice. It didn't matter if Amber was jealous, it was all because she had processed Graverobber; he was hers. And if she, the most powerful woman in the world, couldn't have him. No one could.

He'd be killed, and even Shilo couldn't stop it.

Her eyes fell on her journal. Maybe she could. It made her sick to even consider it. Mag had warned her against it. Her father had died to prevent it. Shilo literally believed she was the only person on this planet who wasn't under GeneCo's influence. Was that really worth a man she knew she'd have only one night with?

Apparently so, because she stopped Amber as she was about to leave. "Wait... How much is his life worth to you?"

Amber looked back with interest, hearing the defeat in Shilo's voice. "I'm listening."

With a sigh, Shilo reached over to pick her journal of songs and extended it to Amber. "I have an offer to make you."

()

"Oh no…Kid…." Graverobber looked up at the advertisement blimp that was always floating over his city. Currently on screen were the flash of cameras and the sickening visual of Amber and Shilo side by side.

"It is with great pleasure, that I welcome Shilo Wallace as our new performer at the Opera in order to promote the changing policies brought on by new management!" Amber proclaimed proudly. Shilo was wearing a fake smile, but beyond it, he saw that she felt the same way he did. She was ready to vomit.

Shilo spoke next, sending out a secret message. "I'm excited to sing Friday night… And also hope that all my fans understand why this opportunity occurred—and know that they now live in a much safer world."

The sad look her eyes spoke volumes to him. It was like she was looking right down at him. Graverobber could hardly believe it. Mostly because no one in all his life had done something like it for him, but mostly because she had allowed herself to be captured into GeneCo's net.

She had given up her morals, her values, her desires, so he could live. And now she was miserable.

He had never been anyone's white knight. But he couldn't allow this. He had to save Shilo from the devil.