Part of this story comes from the cut song, "Needle Through a Bug," which can be found on the Repo CD. Grave Robbers,"You're beautiful," makes me all warm inside
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Shilo thought back to the first day she had been introduced to that mind-altering wonder. Observing from the sidelines, she had naively listened and watched as Grave Robber explained the process of administering Zydrate, all while demonstrating on Amber Sweet. Back then Shilo had been horrified that a drug had such an addicted following, and even more so that the addicts would do anything just to get a hit. After her first hit, stolen from a bloodied corpse, she had discovered a new world where no pains of the past could reach her. Now she sat, her back hunched against the crumbling wall in the dark alleyway, contemplating where to get her next fix of Z.
Grave Robber glanced up at the night sky, admiring the full moon and its pearly glow. It was a perfect night to rob graves. All senses alert, he cautiously peered around the graveyard for signs of movement or GeneCops. Empty again. It almost took the excitement out of the job when there was no risk of death. Security in the graveyards and morgues had finally loosened up now that Amber was in charge of GeneCo. Cutting company budgets left and right, Miss Sweet had quietly reduced the number of GeneCops in order to pay for her personal supply of Zydrate and surgeons. Strolling through the musty smelling cemetery to stock up on supplies had never been easier for a Z dealing grave robber.
Grave Robber would have sent her a free vial of street Zydrate and a thank you note for such a gift, but he couldn't forgive her for the time her henchmen tied him up so she could steal his Z vials. Although this unfortunate event had occurred well over a year ago, he wouldn't forgive her for cleaning him out; the bitch took his whole drug supply. Stupid whore. If that Wallace girl hadn't stumbled upon him hanging pathetically upside down by his ankles, he might still be there today.
He often wondered what happened to that girl, so innocent and sheltered. Chuckling to himself, Grave Robber recalled how he had thought Shilo was looking to score some Zydrate, when all she really wanted was the cure for her disease
"Um, do you have my cure?" Shilo called out in the darkness.
"Your cure? Is that what this is about? Sorry, that fucking Amber cleaned me out. But maybe later, I'll hook you up later. Just help me down!
"The drug…?" she whispered nervously.
"Yeah, the drug."
He should have known better than to think a girl like that would yearn for a hit of glow from the bodies of the dead. Guiltily he realized how receptive he had been to selling her Z, and furthermore, hadn't he proceeded to call her beautiful? How the hell had that slipped out? Not that it mattered now, that girl was probably dead to the world. Shame. She really was beautiful. Anyways, if she was alive, he'd never see her again because the only reason people sought him out was to get a hit, and drugs were the last thing innocent, little Shilo Wallace would ever be looking for.
Her world was no longer a grotesque conglomeration of lies, pain, and failure. Falling to her knees, Shilo gently caressed her left wrist as she felt the Zydrate leave the gun and spark through her body. As the tingling energy licked at her fingertips, her body shuddered involuntarily as the muscles relaxed. I want to float like this forever. Senses she'd forgotten since her last hit sprang forward, causing her to reach out at the beautiful lights that danced around. Despite this drug induced arousal of her senses, her inner core numbed, shading memories of her past in a blue haze.
People were often frightened at feeling a loss of emotions, an absent sense of time, and inhibited physical awareness, but Shilo prized this experience. I'm completely and utterly addicted. But she didn't care. Living in a perfect and beautiful world, even if only temporarily, was not a luxury she would deny herself. It's quick, it's clean, and it's pure.
Stretching her limbs like a graceful feline, Shilo lowered her back to the ground in surrender to the overwhelming dizziness that threatened her balance. Lavishing the exotic feeling of the harsh concrete against her skin, she fantasized about feeling free forever. Electricity coursed though her body as she stared dreamily at the night sky filled with stars. The twinkling lights united together, painting a glittering story of images across the blackness. Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and shivered, though whether from the cold or the drug she didn't know.
"Same time tomorrow, darlin?" came a harsh mans voice, as a tall, tattooed figure emerged from the darkness.
"Sure Nivek, sure," Shilo whispered, her eyes still closed, but frowning slightly at the interruption.
"You better have the cash tomorrow. I can't keep doing this I.O.U thing, darlin." Kneeling beside her writhing body, the Zydrate peddler known as Nivek clumsily grabbed her wrist and squeezed tightly. Fiercely yanking her body sharply towards him, he bent towards her neck and bit her flesh playfully. " If you can't come up with the money, you know I'll be taking a different payment."
Emerging slightly from her realm of perpetual light, Shilo opened her eyes, surprised to see the man so close. "You know I'm good for it, Niv. You'll get your payment tomorrow. How bout' one for the road?"
The man muttered, adjusting his pants as he pressed the gun to her neck and pulled the trigger. "Tomorrow," he murmured, slinking into the shadows.
Alone again, Shilo entered her artificial dream once more. Allowing the mind-altering drug to take over completely, she succumbed to the potent effects and closed her eyes.