Go My Way 1Go My Way 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was nowhere for her to go. The limo hadn't taken her anywhere, and she wasn't ready to go home, not with her father's swan song ringing in her ears and her head spinning as everything she knew stood on its head.
She didn't really know how she ran into him—it always seemed to work that way. He was standing on a street corner, leaning against a streetlamp and balancing a needle on the tip of his finger. Shilo stared at him blankly. He hadn't changed, and that was impossible. Everything had changed: she was free, her father was dead, GeneCo was up in the air. "Graverobber?"
"Need some Z, kid? You keep asking but never taking." He tossed the needle in the air without looking at her. Slowly, Shilo shook her head. This all had to be a dream, just a dream. "Eh, don't matter anyway. I'm still cleaned out."
"Graverobber." Her voice broke. He raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what to do."
Graverobber slowly raised and lowered both shoulde
REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter IREPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA:†ET IN ARC∆DIA EGO
Chapter I:††"Plaga Medicus"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Dr. Juan Guerrero read that headline splashed across the front page of a discarded copy of the magazine, Vanity and Vein:
WHO IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?
The infamous Repo Man an urban legend, a figment of the mind's eye, a ghoul, a boogeyman was sketched upon the cover, with a pair of hollow, soulless eyes and a long, vulturine beak and a dramatic, flowing cape.††It was amusing really, as it looked nothing like him.††Artists are a strange and imaginative lot, but not very smart.
Guerrero tossed the magazine into the gutter, studying it roll along with the other trash the wind carried.†††He turned on his holographic watch:
It was time. †Would she come?
Turning the corner, a woman, fresh and beautiful, pranced down the half-lit all
A Fearful Symmetry 2A Fearful Symmetry 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He doesn't really seem to have any friends. Her lack of companionship isn't weird—the only people who try to talk to her now are the media, and they've mostly given up now that Amber is in charge—but he seems to know plenty of people. It makes her wonder why he wants to spend his evenings with her when he could be making money or getting laid.
She never has the courage to ask him, but one day, he seems to see it as he brushes past her looking for a wooden spoon. He stops short and holds her eyes, looking her up and down. She does her best not to flinch. "I don't want anything from you, kid, if that's what you're wondering," he says, after a moment that feels like a moment but also like forever. "I just figured you could use some help." His eyes harden a little. "Do you want it or not?"
She nods, mutely, and wishes she wasn't such a coward. He smiles, and most of the awkwardness disappears. It is like the moment never happened.
Such, such a coward.
Mag is in Marni'
Go My Way 7Go My Way 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Graverobber woke up earlier than usual; when he peeked outside, the sun was just beginning to set. He wasn't going to get back to bed, so he decided to head out early, see if he could dig up a few buyers. Shilo had upset his usual routine.
Speaking of Graverobber glanced over at her, but she was sound asleep; her chest rose and fell in the sort of peaceful slumber he hadn't managed since he'd left his father's house. Briefly, he felt envious, and then he shook his head. She'd learn soon enough.
He hadn't been on the street long when Amber showed up. Graverobber tried to duck into an alley, but she spotted him and fixed him with that glare that always made him half-frightened and half-horny. "Didn't know you were still interested in the street Z, Amber," said Graverobber, doing his best to stay cool. She had been making a beeline for him, but maybe this was just a chance encounter.
"Where is she?" Amber said, taking out her whip and snapping it against her thigh. "I know you're hi
Go My Way 4Go My Way 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shilo kept turning a needle over and over in her hands, like she wasn't sure what to do with it. Each time her fingers got close to the tip, she would twitch and almost drop it. Having flashbacks to her first time, poor dear. Graverobber shook his head. Sure, getting your first harvest from your mom's corpse must have been weird, but not that weird.
Ah, well. She'd get through it well enough. She was a clever girl; there were few people who were as unwilling to sell themselves. He'd seen her sing for the commercials—no soul. Might as well have been a robot or a Gentern. And she'd escaped. A lot more than most people could say.
She followed him like a misplaced shadow, slipping along just behind but never near enough to bump into him. Glancing up at the angle of the moon, Graverobber kicked open a side door, revealing a room full of bodies in various states of decay and disrepair. "Broke the alarm a long time ago," he explained, taki
A Fearful Symmetry 3A Fearful Symmetry 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometimes, he gets her out of the house—a big deal indeed. He has to coax her with sweet words, promises to keep her safe. It is like trying to play with the cat he had as a child; nothing is ever simple. But that was why he liked the cat, and that is why he likes her.
He guides her out into the darkness, making her walk in front of him so he can keep an eye on her without having to touch her. She cringes at the slightest sound, but he always steadies her with a quiet reassurance. He wonders, sometimes, if he shouldn't call her "mouse" instead of "kid."
Teaching her about the world is difficult, but he knows it has to be done; he watched her father die on one of the many floating screens that showed anything GeneCo along with the rest of the city, but he fancies that he is the only one who feels any pity for her, who realizes how horrible she feels that she cannot carry out her father's dying wish. She cannot change the world if she does not have an intimate understanding of how
Go My Way 6Go My Way 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It took them longer than he'd expected; it was right before a burn, so the graveyard was packed, and damn if he didn't believe in saving for a rainy day. They only left because they ran out of extras. It was about seven or eight in the morning when they started for his home. Noticing that Shilo's eyes were dull and heavy with sleep, Graverobber gestured for her to wait for him on a bridge over a little fake river while he got them some breakfast.
Hopefully, he wouldn't come back and find her raped or something. Asleep would be fine, but he didn't want to see her kicked around. She was like a little glass doll with limbs that didn't quite fit into each other, always in danger of shattering at the slightest noise, never quite sure of her movements outside of her home. For all that, she was a resilient little thing. The faint lines across her forehead and around her mouth spoke of defiance, of a will to live that had struggled through a sick mother and seventeen years of poison and
Go My Way 3Go My Way 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Graverobber's whistling woke her up. Shilo sat up slowly, rubbing muscles stiff from sleeping in a strange position. A flickering lamp lit the far side of the room; a loud thumping came from somewhere down the street. Graverobber stood in front of a cracked, rusty mirror, shaving his chin with his knife. The faces he made reminded Shilo of the faces she always made when she put on her makeup, but at least she didn't have to worry about cutting herself when she was applying eyeliner. "What time is it?" she asked.
Graverobber only paused long enough to say, "Time to get going." Then he started whistling again—a tricky task. It must've taken practice. How did people practice things when they hadn't spent their entire life with nowhere to go? Graverobber seemed like a busy man to her; she had seen posters of him all over the place, and there were always new crimes on the list.
Shilo got up and stretched. She wished she could have brought some other clothing with her, bu
Go My Way 2Go My Way 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Graverobber's place was neither a hole in the ground nor a chintzy apartment, but the skulls on the wall gave it a little homey touch. Made it his own, like. This had been a furniture showroom at one time, but judging by the bloodstains on the wall, the owner had been repossessed. Therefore, it made a perfect home for Graverobber and whoever chose to come with him. "Not what you're used to, I'm sure, but it's my kind of place." He pushed the door shut and double-locked it; they hadn't passed any GeneCo facilities, but it never hurt to be too careful.
Her eyes wide in the dim room, Shilo looked around. For a breath or two, she was the little scaredy-cat he had stumbled over at her mother's tomb. Graverobber wrinkled his nose. "You should have that backbone taken back," he commented, lighting the candles that lined the walls. "Seems like faulty merchandise, the way it keeps disappearing."
Shilo frowned. Better. Much. "All of my parts are my own, thank you very much. I