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Spookshow Baby	By : QueenoftheDream Category: M through R > Repo! The Genetic Opera Views: 1618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Repo!The Genetic Opera or its characters, nor do I make money in writing this fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-The Girl Who Loved the Monsters
- 2-Teenage Nosferatu Pussy
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The night after her father was betrayed and publically murdered upon the stage, she walked the damp streets of Crucifixus, still wearing her long-dead mother's black dress. Her ruined wig hung down upon her shoulders, clumped and stringy with dried blood.
The night after she was introduced to the sick inner world of the Largo family and its GeneCo empire, Amber Sweet put a bounty on her head because she threatened Amber's new hold upon the family company.
The night after she gained and lost a godmother, the very first light that shined into her life from the outside, she was found by GeneCops and pursued through the city. Every street corner housed a little camera eye from which she could not hide; after all, a blood-covered ragamuffin was hard to miss. She darted into the shadows and slid into the broken basement window of a condemned house a few blocks from her own. The thought of her "home" made a shudder run down her spine. That was one ghost she wasn't quite ready to face yet.
The night after she discovered the dark corners where mysteriously luminous drugs were bought and peddled under the radar, she saw that there was a ragged, gaping hole in the basement wall that had been carved into a dark tunnel. She walked into the blackness cautiously, ears straining to hear any trace of the men that pursued her as she felt her way to the end of the passage.
The night after her safe life was ripped from her and torn to shreds, little Shilo Wallace once again came face-to-face with the Graverobber.
The tunnel abruptly widened into a sort of antechamber-meets-cavern space that was dimly lit by a rapidly dying lantern. Next to the small lantern was a copy of the daily paper with her face splashed across the cover and a large knapsack piled on top of a face-down corpse. More intriguing, however, was the Graverobber, suspended upside down by a plastic cable tied around his ankles. Shilo's boots crunched upon the gritty dirt floor.
"Who's there? Stay back," the Graverobber hoarsely growled as he twisted his head around, causing his body to sway back and forth.
"Uhm," Shilo started, unsure of how to proceed. "Do you have my cure?" She couldn't take her eyes off of the corpse. A large, billowing black dress surrounded the still body.
"Kid? Is that you," Graverobber questioned with disbelief. His face scrunched up almost comically, and Shilo stepped forward into the tiny swath of light surrounding the lantern.
"I'm here to earn my cure," she uncertainly squeaked. Confusion was plainly written upon her face as she scanned the strange position he was put in. The Graverobber could see the dried smears of makeup that trailed down her cheeks.
"Your cure? Is that what this is about?!" He practically yelled the words at her in exasperation, but the thought of the spike of pressure in his skull that would incur made him cringe. He calmly reevaluated the situation. Perhaps she could be of use.
"Sorry," he drew out in a sing-song tone. Shilo's thin eyebrows knitted together, and he elaborated. "That fucking Amber cleaned me out, but maybe later…" his hard voice trailed off, and she took a tiny step closer to him. "I'll hook you up." Her eyebrows rose toward her hairline and a tiny spark lit in her eyes as he nodded. "Later," he affirmed. "Just help me down."
"The drug," she murmured as she crouched and crept toward him on her knees.
"Yeah, the drug. Help me down; I'll score some," he ground out, his patience with her glassy-eyed stare wearing thin.
"Shed some." She was practically pleading, and her thin, black-tipped fingers reached forward to touch his hair that nearly brushed the floor.
"Kid, I'm out. I told you. That's the situation."
Her face settled into a frown, and her gaze flitted to the corpse just to her right. "How 'bout her? She's right beside you," Shilo questioned.
"So?" His head was killing him.
"No, I mean her Zydrate," Shilo continued. "It's like a night light…" she trailed off, staring at the back of the corpse's head. Dark brown dust-covered waves fanned out upon the floor.
"You're beautiful," Graverobber whispered, surprised at her unexpected stroke of genius. "It's easy," he crooned, grinning slyly at her as her dark eyes shot up to stare at him incredulously. He could see the dried blood in her skewed wig, and some of the strands were glued to her cheek. She practically exuded innocence, despite the previous night's life-changing opera.
"You don't mean for me to-"
"So easy…" He was taunting her, cajoling her with one eyebrow quirked.
Her voice quivered. "I don't think-"
"Don't think. Just smack it," he instructed as she picked the long, thick needle off of the dusty floor and tested its cold weight curiously in her hands.
"I guess that she won't feel it," Shilo pondered. Her hands were slightly trembling. Anything to clear her mind and get rid of the horrible shaking… She reached over to roll the woman's body onto her back. The head lolled to the side, and Shilo was struck with a sense of dull familiarity.
"She won't." He closed his eyes and nodded. "Just smack it into her skull." The words rolled off of his tongue like oil.
"Like a needle into a bug," Shilo muttered, barely audible, before the needle broke through the thin bone, and she drew back on the plunger. The vial filled with glowing liquid. Just one hit… She stared at it in wonder. Graverobber smirked, proud of his handiwork. He somehow managed to corrupt the girl more than the fateful night at the opera had. At that moment, it became his personal mission to ensure Shilo Wallace's complete and total defilement and corruption of her innocence, her evolution into the next phase of her life.
Quickly she stood. "How am I supposed to get you down?" Graverobber almost sighed in relief. Finally, they were getting somewhere.
"My pocket. There's a switchblade." She reached forward, and when her hand ghosted across the skin at the edge of his pants, his nerves jumped. She maneuvered her small fingers into the pockets, swiping them back and forth across his upper thigh. "No, the other one," he whispered.
Without thinking, she took a step forward and dove into his left pocket. His face was hanging almost exactly level with the front of her pelvis. Oh, clearly this was destiny. He surreptitiously inhaled deeply. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered… if he slipped his tongue out and took a little taste, would she cut him?
Before he could entertain the thought any longer, Shilo's fingers found what they sought. "Aha!" The knife slid easily out of his pocket before she pried it open. One of her thin arms rose up, but she wasn't quite tall enough to reach the cord that bound his ankles. Looking around frantically, Shilo espied an old rusted toolbox. That would do. She dragged it over, clambered on top, and set to sawing into the hard plastic, causing his body to sway and jerk slightly.
From this new vantage point, Graverobber could see straight up her tiny skirt. All he saw was darkness due to the poor lighting of course. However, his imagination supplied him with plenty of material to work with. Surely, the gods meant for this to happen. A dirty smirk crawled across his face just as Shilo let out a little, "Eep," and he came crashing down onto the hard floor with a loud crack that he was half sure was every bone in his neck imploding.
"Sorry," she gushed as he righted himself, brushing the dirt from his tangled locks. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the glowing blue needle and squirted the liquid into one of the little glass vials in his bag.
"A little glass vial," Shilo murmured a little too breathlessly. With a little click, he locked the tube into the Zydrate gun and turned, kneeling at the girl's wobbly knees.
"So…" he started, looking up at her unsure face in the dim light.
"My… father… was using the drug to keep me sick. I need to get clean and get out of here, but I can't do that when I'm withdrawing like this. I can't think straight," she panted rapidly. "Just one, and I'll start planning my escape from here."
"Mmhm," Graverobber hummed, fighting the wolfish grin that threatened to spread across his mouth and idly tapped the glowing blue vial, just waiting for her to say when.
Shilo sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly drew up the hem of her dress while cocking her leg to the side, exposing her inner thigh just like she'd seen Amber Sweet do the night before.
He chuckled darkly as he grabbed her pale leg with one hand and placed the cold instrument against her flesh, causing her to gasp and ball her fingers into fists.
With a little zap, her world went hazy and quiet for a second before clarity set in. The curious feeling of contentment and weightlessness was a new sensation that she never got from her father's so-called medicine. Before she got the chance to ask about it, however, a loud "boom" sounded out and heavy footsteps pounded across the floorboards above them. She instinctively flattened herself against the wall as Graverobber gathered his belongings with practiced alacrity. Threatening voices were shouting above them and growing louder.
"Kid, c'mon!" He grabbed her arm and sprinted toward the other end of the tunnel, plunging them both into darkness.
"Where does this lead?" Shilo was torn between terror and strange satisfaction.
"I don't know, but we're gonna find out," he bit out between clenched teeth. To their surprise, the duo came to an all too familiar sight- a crypt door. Graverobber gave a triumphant "humph" before wrenching the door open and launching them both into the city's graveyard.
The sirens and alarms were already blaring as they sprinted across the damp stones of the wide path and into the garden of above-ground graves. They came to a tall wrought-iron fence around the perimeter, and Shilo wrapped her hands around the black bars with a distressed whimper.
"Hey," Graverobber sharply whispered, knocking her out of her near panic attack. Shilo whipped to the left to see him crouched down, his hands cupped together and his face the perfect mask of urgent impatience. Without thinking, she threw her arms up and placed her left boot in his hands. He then vaulted her upward, and she grabbed the top rail of the bars and clumsily swung herself over before crashing down on the other side, jarring her ankles. Graverobber was looking behind him as she whispered through the bars.
"What about you?!"
He turned back, a puckish grin adorning his mouth. "I got this." Her eyes widened and she shook her head, mouth agape. "Run, kid," was the last thing he said before bolting to the right along the fence. Choking back a panicked whimper, Shilo turned on her heel and sprinted across the road into the industrial district before leaping into an empty dumpster, her body landing with a loud clang as she scooted over to the pitch black side.
She crouched down, arms wrapped around her knees and barely breathing, and before long she heard pounding footsteps approaching. Her heart hammered in her chest, but they kept running, and the alarming noise faded away into the night. Her eyes were wide, and she realized that she was indeed very familiar with the corpse from whom she'd just gotten acquainted: Marni Wallace. She had stabbed a needle into Mommy Dearest's skull, drawn out a highly addictive drug, and shot it up. She shot up her dead mother's brain juices. And she liked it.
Shilo stared blankly ahead. She knew that sleep would not come easy this night.

Let us suppose that Needle Through a Bug takes place after the opera as opposed to just before it, yes?
This fic is gonna (hopefully) be fast, hard-hitting, and dirty. Chapter 2 may or may not contain citrus. Muahahaha.
Anyway, squee! My first Repo! fic, and my first *cough*smutty*cough* fic. This first chapter is merely the intro. It gets tasty after this. Read! Review! Reviews are my lifeblood.
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