Well, here's chapter 3. I want to take this time to Thank everyone for reviewing. Sorry it's been so long, a mix of writers block and the beauty of painful wisdom teeth dealings made it impossible to sit down and pay attention for too long. I hope this makes up for the wait. This chapter is going to focus more on Grave/Shilo. Thanks for reading! :)
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Shilo paced the dark hallways of her childhood prison, right arm cradling left elbow, her closed knuckles resting on her cheek. Her forehead was tight in concentration and what could only be worry for her new housemate. Every few minutes she would jump at the sounds of the house settling, but she persisted on, wearing her floor away with her troubles. She thought back to the first time she met the Zydrate dealer. She had been so terrified that night. She remembers him screaming, the sirens, the horrific stench of the Repomans victims and what had been her father, her now deceased knight in shining armor. She stopped pacing and leaned herself against the wall, a few tears slipping down the bridge of her nose. All she seemed to do now was cry. Her body ached continuously and she found the things she used to do to feel happiness made her feel sick. She had done those things because she couldn't do anything else. She was free now, but her guilt and fear held her back. She became her own prisoner, like the way she has been the past seventeen years. The only difference was now she didn't even have her father to tell her 'no'. She had only herself to deal with the troubles of the world she only just met.
"Trouble," she scoffed, wiping her eyes. "Just one trouble. Just Z," she was silent for a long while as she counted the seconds her guest was away. She had finally eaten, thanks to him. She won't be so alone now, thanks to him. She owed him something. She couldn't think of him as a trouble, or at least, let him know that. Something inside her didn't want him to leave. "I'm lonely," she whispered to the edge of her fathers picture frame.
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The mighty Graverobber had just given his final spark of Zydrate for the night, the hours of darkness were coming to a close and he had a clean bed waiting for him for the first time in, hell if he knew. Tonight had been a very good night. With Amber no longer the spokeswoman for the glow the junkies had no direction anymore and funding for the Zydrate Addicts support group, Zynonymus, had been cut severely to pay for Amber Sweet's every desire. The alleyway he was traveling was almost empty, save for the other end where a few scalpel sluts were reveling in the power and high that was the Zydrate in their veins. As he headed in the direction of the kid's house one couldn't help but notice a slight bounce in his step. He had made his coin and then some, thinking of doing something nice for the kid.
"Wait, why would I do something nice for that mouse of a girl?" he thought aloud to himself. Chuckling at the notion of doing a decent thing, he didn't have his guard up and for that moment he was defenseless. From the fading darkness a shot rang out. Garbage cans were scattered, a stray cat scampered off and the mighty Graverobber fell to his knees, eyes wide and mouth agape, clutching his right shoulder. He pulled his hand away to see red on the tips of his fingers. Out of the corner of the alley strode a silhouette, gun in hand and a sick cackle spewed from his perfect, albeit not-quite-his-own, mouth.
The youngest of the Largo men stood next to Graverobber now, scuffing his italian leather shoes at him, kicking up rocks and debris. Graverobber knelt there, shocked and in a great amount of pain. He craned his neck to stare up at Pavi, his brain trying to sort through the surprise to formulate an escape. But being the nasty bastard he was all he could come up with was to spit in Pavi's direction.
"You missed," he barked, and his breath hitched from the exertion.
"Pavi did not-a miss, silly boy. Miss Amber has a message for you," Pavi said as he raised the gun to Graverobber's temple. He pressed the barrel into the skin as he continued. "The next one will not-a fail. Miss Amber wants you scared, as you should-a be! Now-a go and live with fear in that disgusting heart of yours," Pavi roared and before stomping off he aimed a well placed heel to Graverobber's wounded shoulder, causing him to fall over.
Pavi then left the alley as the dark gray of the city became rust colored but no more lively.
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After twenty thousand two hundred and fifty two seconds Shilo finally heard someone at the door. Rushing down from her perch on the top stair she skidded into the kitchen. A solid scream erupted from the depths of that little girl and she rushed over to Graverobber's body. He had fallen into the room and now sat limp with his head on the oven door.
"Oh my God, Gabriel are you okay? Is that your blood?!" She continued to cry, clutching his jacket as fresh tears welled in her eyes.
Graverobber managed to open his eyes, weary from the blood-loss. In Shilo's franticness she almost didn't hear him breath the words.
"Help me."