3. Aurora
Graverobber remembered when no one knew his name.
When he was just a runaway trying not to starve to death. A face in the crowd, a shadow on the street. Silent, deadly, he carved a name for himself in flesh and blood, built an Empire from the ground up under everyone's nose.
He'd be lying if he said it was hard for what it was worth (a few stiffs here and there the odd bastard he had to fuck, no big deal). For every market a sub-market grows was his mantra and nothing was more true. And by following that mantra, he found himself up so high even GeneCo couldn't touch him.
How could this girl, this sad, little girl asleep in his lap, destroy it all?
Her innocent words had broken the walls of his impregnable citadel and bore him defenseless. As her lips trembled with unshed tears he made up fantasies of protecting her, providing for her. Of them living in a little white house on a hill in the country where nothing could touch them.
And then it hit him. He wasn't losing his Empire. He was building a new one, with her at his side.
For her, for them, he would leave this place. He swore it.
A/N: Song by The Diablo Swing Orchestra (absolutely fucking amazing band! Check them out!)