Chapter 3!

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"Ouch."

"Hush."

"Ah-Ow!"

"Stop pulling away…"

"But Shilo that hu-CHRIST!"

Shilo threw down the brush in frustration. Thirty minutes they had been sitting in her bathroom attempting, to no avail, to brush out the horrible fuss of dreads that was Graverobber's hair. So far she had straightened out a small patch of his long messy locks. It was harder to comb through then she had anticipated but it was a great deal softer than she expected it to be. She marveled at the array of colors. Reds, blues, and greens streaked down it at odd places. She looked away from her pointless project and down to the brush that lay harmlessly on the small rug beside the bathtub. She sighed dramatically and stood up.

"Sorry little girl, but my hair was made this way…and I didn't sign up for all this torture, so I would like to keep what hair wasn't ripped out, on my head, where it belongs.

Shilo shut her eyes and put her hands on her hips. She bit her lip in her desperate contemplation. Deciding she had no further use of it, she put her hands to her head and pulled off the wig that she had worn on a day to day basis. Underneath her false tresses was a short, choppy bit of hair that slightly bowed over her ears. She ran her hand through it and it stood up a little. Graverobber looked from her, to the wig she held, then back to her. His eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and confusion. "Ok…Did you honestly just take your fucking hair off?"

"Oh you didn't know it was fake? Yeah…The medicine I took all my life prevented my hair from growing. It'll be a while until its as long as the wig, but its growing…" She fussed her hair again and began to finger the hair on the wig.

"You have one fucked up life kid."

"Tell me about it." Shilo rolled her eyes and remembered her intentions for removing her wig. She gave Graverobber a half-smile and held it up.

"That's cute kid…Real cute…"

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"Voila!"

Graverobber looked at the reflection. Of course it was him in the mirror, though at a quick glance, he himself wouldn't have recognized. He turned his body to the left and studied his appearance. The clothes fit just fine, he noted. They apparently belonged to the Repo Mans alter ego Nathan Wallace. Shilo's deceased father. It was a simple gray coat, knee length, almost. He twisted to the right and examined himself some more. The kid had done a good job at trimming the wig. It looked like it grew out of his own scalp. She cut it rather short, it parted slightly to the left and covered his eyebrows now. He looked very strange, to himself. He raised one of his covered eyebrows and lifted one side of his mouth in an oddly strained smile when Shilo caught his gaze in the mirror. She was standing still behind him grinning.

"Well…" She rubbed her bare neck with her hand and shrugged. "I can hardly recognize you!"

Graverobber scoffed. "Look at me! The illustrious Graverobber! All I need now is a goddamn pair of thick-rimmed glasses and a textbook on trigonometry and the look will be completed!"

Shilo didn't mention that she was pretty good at Trigonometry. "Hey, the goal was to make you look like someone else, and it worked!"

"Isn't your family just terrific at disguises?" Graverobber joked.

"Heh, we sure are. And what is the 'Robber' family good at?"

Graverobber smirked. "Picking the locks to the doors of the houses that belong to little girls."

"It'll belong to you soon."

"I guess it will…but remember…You still owe me." He gave her a wink and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving Shilo standing there, the same feeling of bashfulness rushing through her that came every time her house guest threw a suggestive comment in her direction. Which in the past few hours, had been a various amount.

"If you don't hurry up I'll buy this house without you!" She heard Graverobber speak from the other room. He drawled on the word you as if to make it seem like he was walking away. She followed his lead as they walked out of the house and back onto the road that she had walked on only about a dozen times in her life. She was surprised by the vibrant light of the sun, underestimating how bright the daytime really was. Graverobber didn't look like he was enjoying it very much either. He kept his eyes on the road as they walked down the street. A few people would walk by them every other minute. Some not bothering to cover up the GeneCo brand that would be on their bodies. Some on the shoulder blade, back of the leg, or the neck. They were walking in the opposite direction that Shilo had went in to find Graverobber. They kept walking until Shilo finally stopped them both. She looked at the address of the large building they were in front of and nodded to the door. "Alright, this is the place. We just need to go in there and…"

"Your guess is as good as mine." Graverobber replied and put one hand in his pocket and used the other to hold the door open for his now shaggy-haired companion "I'm sure this will be very fun…"