Chapter 4: Unmasked

Graverobber continued to sit on the floor next to Shilo, a blank look on his face.
"What's wrong, Graverobber?" Shilo asked getting to her feet, a look of concern sweeping across her face.
She hoped she hadn't upset him.
"Huh?" he asked snapping back to reality."
"Nothing," he answered cautiously.
She knew she couldn't let him know that she knew something was wrong, it was the only way she had of catching a glimpse into his mind.
"Oh," she whispered.
"Yeah, I'm just tired," he responded.
Shilo, not realizing how much time had passed, looked up at the clock on the mantle.
It read nine thirty.
"Well," she started
"If you'd like we could head upstairs, and get to bed."
"That sounds great," Graverobber said, as he started up the stairs.
Before he went to his room, he stopped at the bathroom.
He stood over the sink, and looked in the mirror.
He reached up, and released his hair from the messy ponytail he kept it in during the day, and shook it around.
Next, he picked up the washcloth that was draped over the sink, he ran it under the water, and began to remove the face everyone knew so very well.
"Dammit," he barely mumbled, as he looked up at the smear of makeup still on his face.
It had been so long since he had taken of the creamy white paste, he had forgotten just how much of the crap he had caked on.
Once he finished, he stood there staring at the face he had once known.
He then unbuttoned his coat, and watched as it fell to the floor, revealing the scars he tried so hard to hide from the world.
Shilo, now peeking around the corner, gasped at the sight of both his scars, and his exposed torso.
They both stood there staring at the scars.
They ran down the border of his face, in a way Shilo had seen only once before, on Luigi Largo, or was it Pavi Largo, she hadn't paid enough attention to the two feuding brothers, to know which was which.
She also noticed two long scars running the length of his body, one down his chest, the other down his back.
They started around his collarbone, and ran down past the waistline of his pants.
The final scar she saw was right over his collarbone, and ran from one side to the other.
He let out a deep sigh, as he traced his scars with his finger.
Shilo watched as he slowly bent down to grab his coat, drape it over his arm, walk to his room, and flop onto the bed.
She walked to the doorway, and saw that he had covered his face, and most of his chest, with his coat.
She figured it was best to leave him be, that he would be okay in the morning, and she walked back to her room.
Since Graverobber had started staying with her, her room had changed drastically.
The very first night, he had ripped down the plastic surrounding her bed.
They had changed her sheets, and gotten rid of all the machines.
He moved her furniture, and re-arranged the general setup of her room.
Her bug collection, now proudly graced the walls, along with a few pictures of herself, and Graverobber.
She slowly made her way to her favorite picture of Graverobber, and laid her hand over his heart.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I never meant to hurt you."
She let her hand fall back to her side, as she turned around and sat on the corner of her bed.
Soon after, she fell back onto the bed, and fell asleep.
Graverobber lay almost motionless in his bed, his coat covering both his face, and chest.
The only motion coming from him was the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out, ever so slowly, so deeply.
He had heard Shilo walk up to his doorstep, and figured she had seen the scars, but since she hadn't asked about them, he wasn't about to tell her.
He stayed listening to the sound of the air conditioning unit, and before he knew it, he was asleep, and for the first time, in a long time, he had actually had a dream.

A/N Don't forget to review. The details of the dream shall be coming up, and are quite...shocking, and enjoyable, if I do say so myself. I hope you like it! 3