A/N: Ok, so first time writing for Repo! The Genetic Opera. I watched the movie, fell in love, and just had to keep going. I own nothing about Repo. I just own this little spin and my character.

Chapter One: One Year Later…

The year 2057…

'Ugh, what a mess,' I thought, surveying the city sprawled out before me. Dark clouds loomed over dark alleyways and empty city streets. Lights flashed in every direction from those obnoxious billboards hanging in the center of this… dump.

I sit on my perch, apparently the only building with a fire escape facing the city's center, and try to make light of my unfortunate situation. This was definitely not what I signed up for. Not that I'm complaining too much. The pay is good, but everything else sucks. And what good is payment when the only good things around you are hardly worth the effort?

I let my feet dangle over the side of the railing. I knew why I was here. GeneCo was in a slump. With the founder dead and their most prized possession, the Repo Man, also found an early grave, Ms. Sweet and her idiot brothers had to result to desperate measures. Hiring from the mainland wasn't the best idea, since their operations were super top-secret, but they had no choice. They needed someone good, and needed them fast. They needed me.

I laughed at the thought. No had needed me for years, and now it was just so I could do someone else's dirty work. "Might as well make them wait for what they want," I spat. "Spoiled little brats…"

I had heard the stories. Each of the Largo brats wanted GeneCo to themselves, but were sent into panic when it was rumor it would be left to some kid. I did my research. This "kid" was Shilo Wallace, daughter of Dr. Nathan Wallace, who was convicted of killing his own wife nearly two decades ago. Everything came to a brief halt a year ago when Rotti Largo died, along with Nathan Wallace and Blind Mag, and Shilo disappeared off the face of the planet. Tried as I might, I could find nothing more on the girl.

I sighed and pushed myself off the railing, my boots only making the slightest sound as I landed in a crouch on the damp city street. My blue eyes scanned for any movement. I shrugged, finding none. "You'd think the city was dead…" I pondered, as I began walking to the huge GeneCo Headquarters.

'Nathan Wallace, eat your heart out,' I thought, unable to keep the smirk from spreading across my face. 'There's a new Repo in town…'

A/N: So, what do you think? Do I keep going?