Graverobber stared at her, his lips still slightly parted from their embrace. He thought he heard her wrong, or imagined it, or maybe he said it.
Because he'd love to kick her plastic ass clear across the city but he could never get close enough. Not with her Bondage Boys behind her.
"Did you...What?" He said, shaking his head.
Shilo shrugged her thin shoulders, a lopsided grin giving her face a twisted new beauty.
"Let's find her and kick the crap out of her. Tell her to back off." She said it like it was the normal thing to do. As if it wasn't supposed to shock him down to his core.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" Graverobber emphasized, he ran his palms down the side of his face. He felt like he was in a dream, and any second the walls would break away and he'd float up into space. "Amber sweet owns the city. She runs this shit." He whirled his arms around his head, probably looking like a deranged gorilla. "It's her world kid, we're just miserable in it."
Shilo chuckled and moved off his waist. She stood at the edge of the bed, holding out her hand.
"I refuse to be miserable, Graves." She said smiling. He took her hand, letting her pull him off the bed. "Follow me." She instructed, not giving him back his hand.
Shilo dragged him out into the hall and down the stairs, stopping just so he could shove his feet in his still soaking boots and grab his coat and bag. When Graverobber looked up, he saw Shilo pushing the fireplace door aside. She took his hand again, but instead of taking the underground tunnel that led out to the graveyard, Shilo led him down a narrow flight of stone steps. Graverobber's palms started to get sweaty because he knew where they must be going. He didn't want to go there, he didn't want Shilo to have to go there. Yet here she was, dragging his trembling ass down into the horror.
Graverobber clenched his teeth and set his brow in determination. He would not let his sensitivities dictate how the situation played out.
Was he scared? No. Fuck no!
Worried. Yes. A lot.
But worrying wouldn't change Shilo's mind, so that shit had to stop.
He took the panicky, pathetic feelings he was having and shoved them deep, deep down in his gut.
The only thought he had left, was that he probably wasn't gonna get laid tonight.
The basement was damp and very dark. Shilo turned on a single light bulb hanging from a cord. It lit enough space that Graverobber could see the piles of furniture and picture frames covered in stiff sheets. It was an unsettling sight, in the dark, Graverobber felt he was surrounded by the looming ghosts of who this house had belonged to. Shilo disappeared into the darkness.
"Shilo…" He called after her, but he was met by a harsh 'shush' and then silence.
It was just him and the furniture ghosts.
He could hear Shilo shuffling, and what sounded like a heavy metal door, boots on a grate… Where was she?
Why did it bother Graverobber so much that he was standing in the RepoMan's workplace when Shilo skipped through it like it was nothing?
In fact, Shilo seemed perfectly comfortable with where she was and perfectly confident in what she was doing.
He was the one questioning everything, especially everything to do with Nathan Wallace and his career.
It wasn't that Graverobber was scared of the RepoMan. He never had a reason to be, no plastic parts, no fear of repossessions. But more it was the character behind the name.
Nathan Wallace was Shilo's father. He raised the woman that Graverobber was completely infatuated with, yet he was a horror to the entire rest of the city. He tortured hundreds, yet he tortured himself more than enough.
Shilo understood that, She'd just told Graverobber that she accepted her father's choices.
And her ability to walk through these halls and move in this room made it clear she wasn't interested in her father's dark side at all.
"Okay," Shilo called from somewhere in the dark, "You ready to go?"
"Kid, I really don't think you know what you're getting into." he insisted, glancing around for some sign of her nearby.
Suddenly a light clicked on across the room and Graverobber's eyebrow's shot up in surprise. Shilo stood in the circle of light, wearing her father's Repo uniform, only not exactly. the sleeves had been cut off and it hugged her torso tight, the slick fabric cinched at her slim waist. The hem ended just above her knees and had a slit on each side up to her hips. Underneath She wore skin tight leggings from the same fabric and ankle high, chunky black boots.
As Graverobber took in her new attire, Shilo raised her hands, covered up to her elbows in black gloves, to secure a wig of razor straight, neon pink hair on her head followed by a pair of bulky, dark goggles.
"Believe me Graves," Shilo said, flipping a small switch on the side of her goggles, the lenses became illuminated with a pale pink light that matched her wig, Shilo smiled, "I know exactly what I'm getting myself into."