The official first chapter of my story...Yay?

Disclaimer: I dont own Repo! The Genetic Opera or anything in it.

The alleyway was dark. The putrid stench of dumpsters and vast array of puddles, though it hadn't rained in weeks, would make you wonder why anyone would want to go there anyway. The answer was simple. The reason anyone made there way up that repulsive path, past the scores of motley scalpel-sluts, and then face to face with the Graverobber, as Shilo was doing, was for a well-known little glass vial. Zydrate; the 21st century cure.

"Kid, is that you?" Graverobber had given her a quick glance while making a deal, and did a double-take when he saw her frail figure, clad in black, against the sea of colorful druggies.

"Uh…Graverobber?" Shilo glanced around apprehensively, feeling as if though her father would appear before her, to give her his 'Shilo I'm disappointed' look. The thought stung her as memories of the Genetic Opera night flashed in her head.

"Who else?" He smirked and exchanged his product for a wad of cash. "What do you need kid? Don't you know this part of town isn't safe for little girls?"

The obvious taunt hardly bothered her but she shook her head, readjusted her shoulder bag and replied. "I sort of need your help with something…Can I talk to you alone?" She stumbled on her words as more Z-addicts swarmed over Graverobber, she was pushed backwards and she could hear a mumbled 'Hold on kid' from inside the circle of bodies. She stepped back against the other side of the wall, to get away from the madness and waited patiently for the crowd to be settled, and let the junkies get their fix.

Finally, after a few minutes, Graverobber stepped towards her, and smoothed out his jacket, hardly disgruntled by the mob, apparently used to their fanatics.

"Alright then kid, lets walk and talk shall we?" He linked his arm in hers and began walking, out of the alley and into a slightly cleaner street, just as dark as the alley was. None of the streetlights were in working order, but Graverobber didn't seem to have trouble seeing her "What brings you around here?"

"Um…Like I said, I need your help with something. I guess you saw the Opera?" She tilted her head up, and struggled in the darkness to see his face. To her surprise, he was smiling.

"Who didn't? Ambers face, talk about classic! I know the guy that did that cut for her. Says it was an accident, but I have my suspicions…" He laughed for a moment but saw Shilo's solemn face and let his dark joke come to an end.

"Yes…Now that my father is dead I have been living in my home by myself, I wont be 18 for 6 more months, so right now the house is more or less…un-owned …" She looked up at him again, his eyebrows were pulled together in thought. He obviously knew what she was getting at, but still didn't look like he was enjoying the conversation anymore. She continued "I don't have any family, friends, or anything. I only know you…"

They kept walking up the same road, the broken street lights lessened, they were entering a nicer end of the neighborhood and Shilo could now see Graverobber's face a little better. It didn't shock her when he led them onto the sidewalk where the light didn't hit them as well. He must have preferred being in the shadows. The Graverobber's face still held its same thoughtful position. She hardly knew him, and she knew that any assumption she might have of his strange personality could be just a misinterpretation, but it still troubled her when he wasn't speaking so she broke the silence.

"Where are we going?"

"Your place of course."

"Why?"

"Because that's where you need to be right now. Not wandering the streets by all yourself looking for the most wanted drug peddler this city has ever had."

"I already found him, so that part is over with."

He stopped and stepped in front of her, his face no longer pulled together, but adorned with a wicked smile. "Wow kid, your right. You did find me! More than any GeneCo Police can say for themselves. And what would you like for me to do? Buy your precious house and let you live in it? Under what? My name? Do you not see all the problems with that? The feds would be all over me in two seconds flat!"

Shilo shook her head "No. I took that into consideration, Graverobber isn't your real name right?" She waited for his response. He simply shrugged, then shook his head no. "Right. So if you put the house under your birth name then nobody would know it was you!"

He sighed and started walking again. Shilo had to jog to keep up this time, he wasn't pacing himself like he did before. "Don't you think I have a lot of other things to worry about without you running around stirring up trouble? Just how do you plan on paying for this place anyway kid? You don't have a job or anything"

"Oh, that parts easy. My father was paid well for being a docto- I mean…Repo man. All his money was left to me. Graverobber please, I only need your help until I am 18. I can pay you…"

"Ah! You can pay me can you? That's good, very good. But listen, I still don't know the first thing about buying houses! Don't you think they will know I am lying when I walk into a real-estate department with the tattered garbs I have on now. The manager will speak to me calm as hell 'Hello there my good sir! Do I know you from somewhere? Oh well! Here's your key!' not gonna happen kid. What's your ingenious solution to that?" He slowed down to let her catch up with him. She shrugged and put her bag onto her other shoulder.

"A disguise of course…Maybe a shower on your part…" She looked him up and down while still trying to keep up with his quick strides. "Look. I have been thinking about this for 2 months. It took me all day yesterday and all of today to work up the courage to come and find you."

"You do look pretty desperate kid. I suppose I can give it a shot. Besides…" He threw her a furtive glance and smiled wide "I kind of like the idea of you owing me."

Shilo swallowed loudly and nodded her head. "Thank you." She wondered why they had stopped walking and when she looked around at the landscape of her home. Her familiar surroundings put her back into a comfort zone. The towering Victorian gate that settled a few yards from her front door creaked as she pushed it open. Graverobber stayed where he was on the sidewalk, looking tired as he pulled out a zydrate gun.

"I'm sure there is a few more people looking for a fix. I'll be back before sunrise, to…check out my new property." He laughed and ran off into the direction they came in. She heaved the gate back into its closed position and fiddled for her key. Sighing, she walked into the house and couldn't help but shed a few tears of relief knowing she wouldn't lose it now. She amused herself at being so attached to it, but it wasn't as lonely as it seemed. She still had all her insects to study. That kept her busy to some extent. Of course, she had no choice but to keep up with what was happening in the world, being as it was all in plain sight from her window. It was frighteningly more chaotic now that Rotti had died and left GeneCo with no legal owner. Apparently Amber claimed it for herself and now runs it to benefit only the Largos. They were bringing in a new Repo Man, to take her fathers place…

A large black spider crawled carefully along the bottom step of the stairs that to the upper level of her house. Shilo vigilantly skipped the first step and climbed quickly up the rest to get to her room. Once she got into her room she changed into her plain white nightgown and crawled into the extravagantly large bed that she slept in since she was 4.

Lying there in the dark, the sounds of the city drifting through the room, making her wonder if she had really gone outside again, she wondered when and if Graverobber would come. Would he be able to get into the house? She hadn't left any doors unlocked. What if he came to her house during the night and tried to open the door but couldn't get the door open and decides to turn back around and not help her at all? She threw the blankets off to the side and climbed out of bed in a rush. She would just unlock the back door and wouldn't have to worry about it. What if he tries to get in through the front door and doesn't consider coming to the back? She thought about it some more as she stepped down the stairs.

"Hm…" To be sure that he got in, she sat down on the bottom step and leaned against the wooden railing. All she had to do was stay awake until he came. She would definitely be able to hear his clamoring from outside, at which point she could simply unlock it…

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"Fuck…"

Shilo bolted awake at the sound of the intruder. She recalled where she was, but didn't remember having company. The only person she knew of to be in her house so late was...

"Graverobber?"

"Aw, thats just sick...Oh, Hey there kid." He was looking down at the ground when she spoke to him, standing by the railing she lay against. He scraped his foot irritably against the step she was sitting on.

"Um, what are you doing?" She asked suspiciously, wondering what kind of outdoor muck was now on the step not a foot away from her.

He gave her a slightly aggravated look and let his eyes wander around the open room. It was cold, but not as cold as it was outside. The ceiling was high and there wasn't much furniture. On the other side of the room was a large fireplace with a few objects sitting on top of it. Graverobber looked back down to her and laughed.

"I stepped on a spider."