the_huffster | Fic: The Boy that Destroyed the World

Title: The Boy that Destroyed the World
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: None
Rating: R for violence and language
Timeline: Post-movie
Synopsis: After the Opera, Shilo meets someone who help her move on from the tradegy that took her father and godmother away from her. Now 21 years later, will her son make the same choices as her father had?

Author's Note: I've had this planned for a whole year after watching the movie one night, so hopefully I can write the fic as well as I have it planned.

Steel blue eyes noticed the form a young women slowly making her way down the street, the streetlight illuminating the red stains on her pale skin. At the realization of what had caused the stains, the young man jogged over to the young man and carefully got her attention.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes checking her for any sign of injuries.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, her arms held tight around her body.

“But there’s blood…”

“It’s not mine,” she shook her head.

“What happened?”

“I came from the Opera,” was all she said before she began walking again.

The 20 year old shook his head before following her, determined to help her out in any way he could. The young woman glanced at him when he fell into step beside her but didn’t say anything as they walked down the street. When he noticed her shiver from the cold air, he shrugged out of his leather jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she pulled the jacket tighter around her small frame.

“I’m Dave, by the way.” He introduced, wanting to not walk in silence anymore.

“Shilo,” she replied, giving him the tiniest smile she could muster.

“Nice to meet you, Shilo.” Dave smiled back at her as they continued their walk, neither one really saying a word until they reached the gate leading to a mansion like house. “I’m guessing this you?”

“Yeah,” Shilo nodded as she made to hand him his jacket, tilting her head in confusion when he shook his head.

“Keep it,” he grinned as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “It gives me an excuse to come back tomorrow,”

He stood there for a few more moments before telling her goodnight and making sure she entered her home safely. Dave just shook his head as he made his way back towards his small apartment, his mind trying to wrap around the strange young woman he had just met.

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Just as he said he would, Dave had used his jacket as a reason to come back to Shilo’s house. But instead of leaving right away, he hung around and got to know her a little bit better. He couldn’t help but notice the surprise in Shilo’s eyes when he just offered her a sympathetic smile when she explained the blood stains from the night before, her surprise becoming more pronounced when he didn’t judge her when she told him about that her father had been a Repo Man.

They sat in her kitchen and talked for hours, both getting to know each other as much as possible. He laughed when Shilo poked fun at the lunch he had made them and told her that it wasn’t his fault he never mastered anything beyond the peanut butter sandwich. The two continued to talk until the sun had set, Dave saying that he should probably head back home.

“I’ll come by tomorrow if you want,” he winced at the slight pleading tone his voice had picked up.

“Sure, I could use some company.” Shilo laughed when she noticed his wince.

“Maybe sometime I could work on making your house a little less…creepy on the inside?”

“I’d like that, Dave.” She told him, running her fingers through her wig. “I cannot wait until my real hair starts growing out,”

He just laughed before waving and starting his walk back home.

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Dave had made it a point to stop by Shilo’s house everyday once his school had started up again months after he had helped redesign the inside of her home, rain or shine he was at her door day after day. It had taken him nearly a year to work up the courage to ask her out on a proper date, a huge grin spreading on his face when she told him it was about time. Six months after they had started dating, Dave had simply looked at her and told her that he was determined to marry her.

“Why are you determined?” Shilo looked at him over the table they were sitting at in the café he had taken her to.

“Because I love you and I think you’re perfect,” he told her, his hand resting on top of hers.

“What makes you think I won’t say yes if asked me now?”

“I’m your first boyfriend, you might not exactly want to spend forever with me.” He explained, his nerves showing in his steel blue eyes.

“Well, I do love you.” She smiled at the relief on his face. “And I’ve met a lot of people in the past year and six months, but you are, by far, the best thing that has happened since the Opera.”

Dave had just smiled and leaned over the table to kiss her lovingly. Three months later he had finally proposed to her, and five months later Shilo Wallace was legally Shilo Barrow. Despite the memories she had in her house, Shilo had asked Dave if he minded them living there. He saw how much living in her childhood home meant to her, and he wasn’t about to start denying things that made his new wife happy.

They had been married for four months when Shilo had dropped a bombshell on him over dinner.

“So I was thinking,” Shilo began, running her hands through her dark hair. “Magdalene is a good name, and Nathan’s a good middle name. Don’t you think?”

“What?” Dave looked at her, shock on his face.

“If we have a girl, I was thinking Magdalene. And if it’s a boy, I was thinking the middle name could be Nathan.” She bit her bottom lip in worry, thinking maybe she should have approached that topic a different way.

“Wait…are you saying this because you were just thinking about kids today?” he asked, running his hand through his brown hair. “Or is it because you’re pregnant?”

When Shilo just nodded her head, a grin spread across her husband’s face before he bolted form his chair and ran over to her. They both laughed when he pulled her to his feet and held her against him, kissing her over and over again.

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8 years later

Stormy green eyes watched from his perch on the low hanging tree branch, a smirk coming to his boyish features as he spotted his target. Making sure to be as quiet as possible, the eight year old dropped from the branch and crept towards his friend. He busted out laughing when his other friends began warning their friend, starting a chase around the school playground.

“You can’t hide!” the boy laughed as he chased after his friend, running up the playground stairs and sliding down the pole to land in front of his friend. “Payment’s due, Paulie.”

“No fair,” the other boy grumbled as his friend poked his shoulder.

“Colin shouldn’t be allowed to be the Repo Man anymore,” another one of his friends said as they trudge towards their teacher when she signaled for the class to head back.

“How come?” Colin asked, his eyes wide in shock.

“You’re too good at it,” Adele pointed out.

“It’s only ‘cause he’s related to a Repo Man.” Lucas added, playfully shoving Colin’s shoulder.

“Not just any Repo Man, but the greatest ever!” the eight year old puffed out his chest as the group walked into the building.

“Only you would be proud to be related to a Repo Man, Colin.” Paulie chuckled, giving his best friend a weird look.

“Of course I am! My grandpa was the greatest,” he explained, turning to walk backwards so he could see his friends. “Why do you think my name’s Colin Nathan Barrow?”

“Because that’s what your parents named you, dummy!” Kyle rolled his eyes.

Colin just stuck his tongue out at the boy, shaking his head as he turned around to walk the proper way.

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Colin sat on to bottom step, listening to his parents argue over what had been said on the news. He didn’t understand why his mother didn’t like the fact that GeneCo was bringing organ repossessions back, but he did understand that she hated the idea with a burning passion. He had been sent up to his room an hour ago, but the boy had decided to sit on the stairs and listen to his parents instead of going to bed.

“I understand it’s a big deal, Shilo.” His father was saying, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“Do you, David?”

“There’s nothing we can do about it, honey.”

“I know, but I just…”

Colin froze when his mother into his line of view, holding his breath until she had disappeared from his view.

“I don’t like you working for GeneCo anymore, Dave.” Shilo sighed.

“I’m just a designer for their posters, I have nothing to do with the surgeries or the repossessions.” Dave told her, coming into his son’s view and giving the eight year old a look when he saw him. “Let’s just be thankful for that, yeah?”

At the second look his father gave him, Colin bolted up the stairs and into his room. He curled up in his bed and waited for his father to come in. It was a few minutes until his bedroom door opened, his father shaking his head as he walked over to the bed.

“How come you weren’t in bed like you were supposed to be?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his son’s bed.

“How come Mom was upset?” Colin asked, turning on his back so he could see his father better.

“She just doesn’t like organ repossessions, Big Guy.”

“Do you?” he asked, holding his stuffed bear closer to him.

“Well, no I don’t.” Dave replied, running his hand through his hair. “But my father wasn’t a Repo Man either. That mainly has a lot to do with how Mom feels about all of this,”

“But she told me Grandpa was a good guy,”

“I wouldn’t know because I never met him. But I do know that GeneCo and repossessions are a very sensitive subject with your mother because of her father,” he bent down and placed a kiss on the top of Colin’s head. “Now, go to sleep.”

“But Dad…” Colin began, trailing off when is father shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, Col. It happened before you were born, and repossessions are something you will never have to worry about.” Dave assured his son as he walked across the room, switching the light off as soon as he reached the switch. “Night, kiddo.”

“Night, Dad.”