Dancing Dead

"And it's my job, to steal and rob GRA—AVES! " Graverobber sang, while he collected the goods. So far he has not run into his competition, the lovely, mask wearing, Shadow. This is good. Grave continued to sing while he collected several vials of the glowing blue liquid. On the last collection of the night, avoiding the spotlight and the GenCops, he reached what looked to be a newly set, stoned coffin. "Perfect." A smile spread across his face, as he pushed the heavy lid off the casket. Lying inside the casket was a good body. Though the woman looked unharmed; no scar, cut, or blood. To Graves, she looked vaguely familiar; even though he can't put his finger on it, he readied the syringe and positioned it close to her nose. But a warm hand grabbed a hold of his wrist jut before he could even plunge the long needle up her nostrils. Zydrate blue eyes narrowed at him, still gripping onto his wrist.

"Do I look fucking dead to you, Grave?" She snapped.

"Fuck. What are you doing here, Shadow?" He spat, this is the first he has ever seen Shadow without her mask, even if it was only a half face, black, Masquerade mask. He was still pretty shocked to see that she had a very pretty face. Black lipstick painted her lips, white make-up spread across her face. Grave couldn't help but stared, she even put Amber Sweet to she was beautiful.

"Mind you, I'm doing my god damn job." Shadow placed the lacy mask up against her eyes and tied it under her long flowing hair.

“Oh! By doing your job you mean stealing my game?” Grave taunted.

“You’re an ass.” She got out of the coffin and jumped down onto the hard dirt. She was wearing tight leather pants, a leather crop top, along with a heavy leather trench coat.. Black gloves, and heavy combat boots that laced up to her knees. A .09 Millimeter had gun strapped to her thigh, the Zydrate gun was in a shoulder holster. In Graves mind, she looked pretty badass.

“I try. Now come on!” The GenCops were heading their way. Graves took Shadow’s hand with a heavy, tight grip. The two ran off into one of the underground tombs that was loitered with decaying bodies.

“Fuck, Graves. You fucking almost got us caught! I will kick your fucking ass!” Shadow hissed, while pulling out a syringe.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! This is my find!” Grave robber snapped.

“And what makes you think that?” Shadow placed the little glass vial of Zydrate into her coat. This was the brightest she has seen all night, must have been a Zydrate addict.

Graverobber shrugged, “Finders, keepers.” That only caused Shadow to roll her eyes.

“You disgust me.”

“Honey, you really need to drop the insults. You’ll never get a guy by insulting them.” Graves smirked.

“Oh and Amber Sweet doesn’t insult you when you fuck her brains out for Z? Gross.” Shadow stuck her tongue out.

“I don’t want to date her. She is just a easy fuck.”

“You’re sick.”

“Hearing that from a chick, that sleeps in used coffins.” He hushed his voice. After they collect the amount of vials they need, in heavy silence.

“Well I’m off. See you when the dead rises.” Shadow yawned then left Graves side to go sell the goods, then head back to the company building before anybody realizes that she has been missing. But doubtfully, they would even attempt to realize that, because they are too busy bitching about who father is going to pick. Not that Shadow even cares or anything, but really they need to pull their heads out of their asses.
Once Shadow sold all of the glass vials, and collected enough money. She made her way to the GeneCo. tower. Whilst on her way she pinned her long black hair up in a tight bun, wiping off the dark lipstick from her lips, and then taking off the mask and tucking it away into her coat. The GeneCo. building was dead silent until Shadow got to the top of the tower to her daddy's office.

"Samara! Amber screeched, once again she had a new face. Pavi was being his usual narcissistic self, and well Luigi, he surely didn't look happy. Not like he ever did.

"What?" Shadow snapped.

"Daddy says to get Mag over here?" The bitch turned up her nose, and glared.

"Why couldn't he tell me himself, or better yet fetch Blind Mag himself?" Shadow snapped at her slutty sister.

"Just do it!" Luigi screamed loudly while waving his butchers knife in Shadow's face.

"Fine." She hissed while calling Blind Mag on her wrist phone. "Mag, father wants you in his office immediately." Shadow said in a an authoritative voice. This made her shutter. Once she hung up the call, Shadow turned to the twisted family. "I'm going to bed for the night." She then left the room, with Miss Amber Sweet following behind her.

"Samara! I know you ran into Graverobber tonight. And I know you have Zydrate left. Now give it to me!" The bitch glared daggers into Shadow's skull.

"I have no clue what you are talking about." Shadow folded her arms.

Amber pushed her into the wall and put her face close, "Don't fucking lie to me! I know you have it. Or... I'll tell everyone your darkest secret." A malicious grin painted across her face as Shadow's eyes widened. "I thought so." Shadow pulled out the Zydrate gun, then loaded it with a filled vial. Amber held out her arm, as I positioned the gun over the vein of her pale arms. With one pull of the trigger and her sister was in a complete stupor of euphoria.

"Dumb bitch." I mumbled as I carried her to her room.

Later that night or shall we say morning, after Shadow had drifted into a distanced sleep. Only one face danced across her dreamland. That one face was pale with black kohl makeup, that long multicolored hair. This dream was very vivid and very imaginative that Shadow could have sworn that she could actually feel his calloused fingers touching his body. This caused Shadow to be restless, she began to taus and turn throughout the early morning hours. Shadow finally shot up and stared at the clock. Four AM.

"I fucking hate Graverobber." She growled before slamming her head against the pillow.



The next morning Shadow woke up, and was startled by Paviche sitting on the corner of her bed, wearing once again, a new face.

"Morning Z'mara. Did Pavi scare you no?" His fake Italian accent ran through the room.

"Get the fuck out Pavi!" Shadow screamed.

"Why be so harsh?" He placed his hand on her face.

"Get out!" She pointed at the door. Questa sarà una lunga giornata. Shadow mumble as her dumb fuck of a brother left.