Running!

He was always fucking running these days! He never seemed to get a break from the damn cops!

'Maybe I should stop singing so loudly as I work?' He thought, as he jumped and maneuvered around the graves, chuckling as he heard one of his pursuers trip over one of the graves. 'Going to need a lot more than speed to catch me fuckers!'

Graverobber was fast. Years on the job would do that to ya. It built up his leg muscles, and kept him in shape. Barely dodging the flying rubber bullets aimed at his back, Graverobber jumped over a freshly dug grave, laughing like a maniac as he heard two or three of the cops fall into the hole with loud thuds and curses.

"Hold it Graverobber! Your not getting away this time!"

He slid to a halt, as he found himself staring down a barrel of a handheld pistol. 'Fuck!' He inwardly hissed, backing away from the officer. He grunted as his back came in contact with something cold and hard.

"Your coming with me!" The officer ordered, slipping one hand behind his back, as he produced a pair of silver and electric red handcuffs. Graverobber gave him a maniac grin. "Sorry pal! I'm not into guys!" With a quick movement, he lunged at the officer, pushing him to the ground. "You'll have to get your kicks from some other dumb-ass!" He laughed loudly, bolting away from the fallen officer.

"Officer down! He got McGuffey!" Graverobber heard one of the officers exclaim, as a rubber zipped past his head, missing him by an inch! He gave a re-leaved chuckle, as he silently thanked GeneCo for the rubber bullets.

For some unknown reason, GeneCo had decided to change their policy on "Graverobbers Will Be Shot on Sight" law. Now the police were required to capture you, and report you to the head of GeneCo! He snorted 'Like I'm gonna get caught, just so that annoying bitch Amber can fuckin lock me away forever!'

He hadn't seen the GeneCo "princess" since the night of Blind Mag and Rotti Largo's death at the Genetic Opera three years ago! Since the slut princess owned the company, she could get her hand on all the Zydrate she wanted.

At the thought of the surgical drug, he absentmindedly clutched at the vile's hanging from his hip on the vile holster he wore around his waist. His shoulder back clanked against his back, pressing his wrapped extracting equipment against his back.

Finally spotting the exit road, he quickened his speed, silently hoping he'd make it!

"He's heading for the exit! Stop him!"

'Fuck me!' He thought, sliding to a halt. He whipped his head around frantically, backing away from the lights of the officers flashlights! He felt his back hit something that felt like a door? Frantically and quickly, he grasped behind his back, searching for a knob or handle. Finding one, he pulled back on the handle, and gave a quiet yelp of surprise, as he fell through the door, and landed on his back.

'Gah! Shit!' He inwardly cursed, scrambling to his feet, as he closed the door as quietly as he could. He leaned against the door, and peeked out of the barred little window of the door, grinning with success, as he heard the cops pass his hidden position.

Turning his back to the door, he slowly slid down the wooden door, and sighed with relief and satisfaction at his escape. 'Like I said! Your going to need a lot more than speed to catch me fuckers!' He chuckled to himself, before he quietly took in his settings.

He was in a large, windowed, crypt. There were two small torches blazing against the back wall. Their glow dully illuminated a picture of a beautiful woman, with black hair and smiling eyes. Looking down at the grave, he leaned away from the wall as he read the name printed on the stone.

"Marni Wallace?...Wallace?...Were have I heard that name?" He mumbled, as he looked up at the woman's picture again, before staring at the grave stone. His eyes caught sight of the freshly placed red roses and daisy's propped safely under the woman's name.

'Someones been here recently.' He thought, as he slowly began to rise from his spot. He had just gotten to his feet, when the sound of moving stone caused him to freeze. His eyes snapped to the back wall, as he watched a door, a hidden passageway, slide open. Fearing it was a Repoman or the police, Graverobber slipped into the darkest part of the grave.

He silenced his breathing, as he watched a small femanin figure stepped forward out the door. A girl wearing a black sweater and black jeans, looked quietly around the room, as his eyes widened at the sight of the girls big beautiful eyes and shoulder length, midnight black hair that framed her pail face perfectly!

It was Shilo Wallace?!

He let his body relax, knowing that the girl was not a threat. A sigh of relief escaped his black painted lips, causing the girl to freeze. Her head whipped towards his spot against the wall.

"Who are you? Show yourself." She whispered softly, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Her voice sounded slightly older, and looking closly, he could see that she was still the same height she had been three years ago.

"Easy, kid. I wont bite ya....much." He said with a chuckle, as he stepped out of the crypts shadows, watching as her eyes lost their fear, and quickly replaced with disbelief. He expected her to be angry, or curious when he revealed himself. Hell! He expected her to yell at him for frightening her.

But he wasn't expecting her to throw herself over her mothers stone, and wrap her arms around his waist!

Time stopped, as he felt her embrace him? He heard her hiccup and silently whisper to herself.

"Your alive...I'm so happy your alive."

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Meh... Not that great.

-Shrug- tell me if I should continue or not.