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.

As usual, can't thank everyone enough for all the reviews and kind words! As well as for the constructive criticisms, thoughts about the story, and suggestions on where it's going. It's all been very helpful and of course, I hope it makes the over all story more enjoyable. Thanks again!

Now, on to the story….

The young woman walked home, looking over her shoulder every so often. As if watching for her shadow. The allies were dark and merciless at night; especially when you knew you were on the Repo man's list.

Yet, she could have sworn she heard the sound of his uniform, perhaps the shine of his blade. She picked up her pace, crossing over into her usual ally. It wasn't until she was completely devoured in shadows that he grabbed her. One hand shifted over her mouth to suppress her scream; The other holding the knife against her throat.

Bam! The Repo fell like a ton of bricks. The girl managing to jump away just before the knife cut her. The deadly curtain revealed the neighborhood Graverobber, holding the shovel he had used to knock out his prey. "Thanks."

The girl was still gasping for breath. "No problem...You saved my ass."

He removed the repo man's helmet first—the man underneath looked really no different than the rest of society did. Young, buff, perhaps one of Amber's former flings given a promotion. Graverobber wouldn't have much time to ponder it.

From his bag, he removed a blue vile and attached it to the syringe. After preparing the needle, he took out a wad of bills he had earned from the night, extending it out to the girl. "Get out of here, kid. Go start a new life somewhere, before they send another repo man."

Taking her pay, the woman nodded. "Damn right, I am…" She watched hungrily as he injected the zydrate into the repo man—a double dose to keep him good and drugged for a few hours. "Why did you want to catch him, anyway?"

Graverobber smirked as he began to take off the rest of the repo man's uniform. "I'm playing black knight tonight—need the proper uniform to do so."

()

"Ms. Wallace, we're done with rehearsal." Shilo smiled kindly at the assistant, who seemed taken off guard and frightened by the action. Something told her many of the employees of the Opera ended up either yelled at or killed at around her.

She could see why; the Largo's were maniacs. Pavi was always flirting with her; taking out his obvious frustrations of her objections on the stage assistants. And Luigi was like dealing with a temperamental child. Screaming, yelling, stabbing. It was disgusting to watch.

Then, there was Amber. It was like living with her dad all over again. Telling her when and where she could go—when she slept, when she could take a break. The only thing she was allowed to leave for were her classes and that was only because Amber could keep an eye on her then. And if Shilo tried to rebel; Amber threatened her with Graverobber's life.

"Go ahead! Walk out!" Amber screamed when Shilo threatened to leave that day; when Shilo refused to sing a changed (and honestly terrible) version of Mag's song. "I'll call the search back on—how long do you think it'll take to find Waldo this time!" Then like a dog with its tail between her legs, Shilo sang the song, hoping that if Mag was in fact watching from beyond; she could forgive Shilo.

The hardest part of her captivity wasn't when she was surrounded by the Largo's or confronted by her broken promises. It was when she was alone in her dressing room; crying like a baby. Wishing he was with her.

He would have made a sarcastic comment; made a joke about the Largo's. Perhaps he would have told her a story about when he was young. And maybe Shilo would have told him about her dreams. Then maybe together, they would have gotten through this mess. It was the only thing that kept Shilo there—the hope that she and Graverobber may one day, finish the night they never had.

It seemed like a good thing he was away though. It kept her from getting detached. In her heart, Shilo knew one night wasn't going to be enough. She'd want him every night, for the rest of her life.

It was pretty hard to ignore at this point; she was falling in love with him.

"Oh dad, if you could see me now." Shilo sighed, wiping a tear away from her face. "This wasn't what you meant when you said save the world huh?"

There was a knock at the door. Believing it to be someone from the stage crew; Shilo allowed them in. When she saw the door open in her mirror—she could have sworn she was crazy—maybe pondering her father too much. As a Repo Man stood in the doorway.

She stood and faced immediately. "What do you want? Who are you?"

The Repo man closed the door and Shilo panicked. Maybe Amber had set her up; maybe she had sent this man to kill her. Shilo reached for the nearest thing—a make up box and was ready to toss it at him. "Whoa, whoa! Kid stop! It's me."

The make-up box slipped from her hands in shock. "Graverobber?"

He chuckled as he pulled the helmet off, shaking out his long hair. Shilo didn't know what to do- yell at him, hug him, or kiss him.

Her body made the choice for her; she stepped over her strewed make-up and wrapped her arms around him. Graverobber grunted, but his arms found their way around her, noting how much curvy her figure felt with the corset on.

"What are you doing here? If Amber sees you…."

"Ssshhh, don't ruin the moment, kid. This is as romantic as I'm ever going to get, so…you know, enjoy it." Graverobber said with a smug look. Shilo pulled back to look up at him.

"Dressing up like a Repo man isn't something I consider romantic." Shilo said, leaning in and kissing his lips. Graverobber deepened the kiss; perhaps afraid he wouldn't get another one for a long time. It was torture when it broke. "Seriously, why are you here?"

"Because you're being fucking stupid, kid. Why would you agree to be Amber's bitch? To save pathetic old me? Are you crazy?" Shilo rolled her eyes; even if she could agree it was pretty stupid, she didn't appreciate the lecture.

"Yeah I guess I am, but the least you could do is show a little gratitude."

"Oh, sorry, let me try again. Wow, how great are you? Pissing your entire life to save a Z peddler from his psycho stalker." He spat sarcastically. Shilo huffed and pushed herself away from him. Accidently hitting his still sore rib.

"You seem to think I like doing this? It's a living hell here, you know. I can't leave, the Largo's are disgusting, and I'm selling out to the same company that killed my parents. And yeah, you're right, I'm doing this to save you, Terrance." She practically growled his true name with heavy malice. He hoped that it wouldn't be the sort of thing that happened every time she got mad at him. "I hate being here but…."

Graverobber gave her a curious look; it was something she wasn't sure she should tell him. Something she felt he'd reject her for. It didn't take much brainpower to figure it out. "When you said you were okay with a one-night stand…"

"I lied." Shilo finished, brushing the hair away from her face, so she could look him directly in the eye. "I… I think I like you more than I thought I did. I mean, obviously I do since I'm here, but… I—It doesn't matter now. If you hang around me, Amber's going to kill you, deal or not."

She was so close to saying the words he could almost hear it in his ear. Poor kid. It was dangerous to fall in love with him.

Even if the feelings were more mutual than he would have liked. "She's not gonna get the chance. We're leaving, now…"

He grabbed her wrist, but she pulled it back. Her eyes filled with sorrow. "No, I told you. I'm not going. You don't deserve to die."

"We could run." He suggested, remembering what he had told the girl who had helped him earlier. "Take all the money out of your bank and just run the fuck away. You could be doctor and I'll find new clients."

Shilo shook her head and groaned. "Don't say things that aren't true, Graves. You're the only person I can trust…"

"I can't let you ruin your life, Shilo!" He growled. Taking her hand he covered it with his own calloused hands. "You're only 18. You have something to offer this planet and your throwing it away for a low life loser whose only real purpose in life is to sell zydrate and fuck. You can save everyone in this damned world, but not while you're a bird in a cage."

Shilo could have cried again at his words. Too bad it was meaningless. "I can't let you die…even if it means my own happiness … Besides, it's not like this place wasn't going to hell anyway. Might else sit back and enjoy the ride…. Go, before you get caught."

He wasn't through, but knew at the moment, there was no way to talk her out of it. He brought her hand to his lips before letting it fall. "You know—I remember how much you hated locked up in your room, and how badly you wanted to break free. What did your dad die for if your just going to have yourself locked up again?"

"By the way." Graverobber added before flipping his hair and putting the helmet back on. "You still owe me a night."

Shilo laughed as Graverobber gave her a careful bow—no doubt from his still healing injuries. He then walked out the door. Frustrated as he tried to think of ways to get Shilo out.

It was that frustration that stopped him from listening to his survival instincts. All he felt was a powerful sting in his arm and in a few moments, he blacked out.

()

"You're such a dumbass." The crackling sound of Amber Sweet made Graverobber's already painful headache hurt worse. It was dark. He could feel chain cuffs wrapped around his wrists—and wherever it was, it was wet and mildew smelling.

Amber's white make-up was the only thing that illuminated in the darkness. "No response? I'm disappointed."

"That makes two of us… I was hoping I'd never see that pretty fake face of yours ever again." Amber appeared amused by his comeback. The sound of her nails tapping against her leather made him cringe.

"Funny, you never had any problem with my face when you were fucking me for zydrate! In fact, it use to be your preferred method of payment." Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked over to him. Her body pressed against his as she swayed against him. Graverobber shouldn't have been turned on—not by Amber anyway—but his body had lacked its usual attention for at least two weeks. He instead tried to grind his teeth and keep his mind clean.

Damn her—she may have been a bitch, but she was still sexy. "I didn't want to kill you, you know. I was just tired of your cocky attitude. You needed to know your place Graverobber."

"And where, do tell me, is that?" He dared to ask. Amber giggled as her hand trailed up his chest.

"In my bed—giving me my zydrate." Amber kissed him. She was rough as usual, almost more like a heat wave as oppose to a warm fire like it felt like kissing Shilo. It made sense; he had learned in his lifetime a kiss said more about someone than anything else.

She licked his lips, biting hard on his bottom lip in order to gain entrance. Graverobber, lost in the moment did so.

But in his head, it wasn't Amber. Her curvy, busty, deliciously sinful body was replaced by the heavenly like presence that was Shilo. Her small frame just completely folded into his large one. Her quiet whispers ringing in his ear.

Telling him the words he had feared so much, but wanted to hear so badly. I love you.

She wouldn't say them to him though; not if she saw this little display. It was almost like he could see Shilo watching from behind; watching as the only person she claimed to trust (and it was, in fact, very vice versa) mocked every sacrifice she had ever made for him.

Graverobber made a choice then. He bit down on Amber's tongue, enough to draw blood even. With a yelp, Amber pulled back, her eyes filled with hatred.

"What's your problem?"

He snorted. "You think you can just solve all your problems by screwing them? Did you really believe that I'd forget everything you did just because you're good in bed? You tried to kill me! You probably would have if hadn't been for the kid. Now you want to make me your personal zydrate slut? Not as long as you live. So go fuck yourself because I'm sure as hell not doing it!

Amber half-slapped, half-clawed him across the face. She was breathing heavily like an animal who had just made her kill. He smirked his defiance. "Said too much?"

"You made a deadly mistake." Amber hissed before she walked away. Graverobber laughed at her.

"Kill me then, bitch!"

Amber turned back—two black lips forming a wide smile. "Oh no, you don't understand. When I said deadly, I didn't mean for you."

"What the…?" He trailed off as soon as he realized what she meant by that. "You wouldn't? She's just a kid! Besides you kill her everyone on the planet will be after you!"

"Not if she meets an unfortunate accident—just like her dear old god mom." Amber crackled once again. "It'll be so sad yet…so poetic. And GeneCo will be able to cash in on it. She'll be more useful to me dead than she ever was alive!"

"Amber! Amber, damn it!" Amber waved, unwilling to listen any longer. The door shut and Graverobber was alone in his darkness.

If it he had only been out a couple hours, he had one night to break free, and stop Shilo from stepping on that stage. Or else, she'd be struck down in front of everyone, with Amber having everything to gain from it.

And it'd be all because Amber wanted to destroy everything he cared about.