"Welcome to our humble city, where we, the inhabitants, are bound to this pathetic state. Out from the night, from the mist, steps the figure. No one really knows his name for sure. He stands at six-foot-six, head and shoulders. Pray he never comes knocking at your door! Say that you once bought a heart, or new corneas, but somehow never managed to square away your debts. He won't bother to write or to phone you, he'll just rip the still-beating heart from your chest!"
A young man with ocean blue eyes gleaming from behind a pair of glasses smirks through the rolling waves of grey, damp mist. His blonde hair disheveled and dancing in the ominous breeze as he steps out of the shadows.
"Now you could run, you could hide – you can try to – but he always has a way of finding you. He will come at your weakest hour: When no one is around who might rescue you. And none of us are free from this horror, for many years ago we all fell in debt. New body parts were needed to perfect our image. And until our debts are clear, we will live in fear of the Repo Man!"
He turns back, the smirk now a wicked grin as he settles himself against an old brick wall, crossing his arms thoughtfully.
"How did this happen? It was but seventeen years ago. This world was plagued by organ failures. Millions died and millions more on their way. Chaos encompassed this charming little planet, and no one was safe from the clutches of the coffin. When in times of distress, people always love an idol to look up to for salvation. God suddenly seemed to take backseat. Out of all the havoc, a Savior was born, all by the name of GENECo, the only company in the world to let you finance your organs. 'It's payment plans cheat death' they said, but only for now. All those still alive signed that dreaded contract, not thinking of the What-ifs of life.
"Once their organ financing paid off, they began other treatments that weren't as urgent. It made surgery a fashion statement. And to help the flow of business they created this," he holds up a glass vial of a glowing blue liquid, "Zydrate! An expensive, addictive painkiller."
He flicks the vial into the air once and catches it in the same gloved hand. He slowly pulls off his glasses with the other, "Which is where I come in. What's the point in buying such expensive things when it is cheaper to simply buy it from me? A Grave-Robber, extracting the Zydrate from the dead.
"The ruler of this world is the founder of GENECo: A rich bastard proud to know the whole world is in his back pocket. His name? Oh that must wait for a little while. All you must know is that he pulled a few strings and lobbied a bill through congress, making Organ Repossessions LEGAL!
He sighs and rubs his eyes, but the demonic smirk remains prominent on his face, "And for those who couldn't keep up with their payments, their fates were successfully sealed. The most powerful man in the world sends in the Repo Men," he looks up, a crazed gleam in his eyes, "And that is where this all began."
A blond man sat at his desk, his three children milling around him, holding even more pictures of their public irresponsibility. The oldest, Gilbert, sat slouched forward in a chair, trying to make himself smaller, twisting his hands together self-consciously. His red eyes darting to his father for a moment before ducking back down. The youngest, Natalia, lay across the couch smirking proud of herself. Her platinum blonde hair splayed every which-way sensually plumping it up with her arms under her head. Then the middle child, Francis, was also the tallest of the three, four including their father. He was extremely vain and a whore at that. The blonde man looked at the pictures left on his desk. His daughter wasn't as bad as the boys, but bad publicity wasn't something he really wanted. The boys, however, were down right disgusting. Gilbert was a little fucker who got off of corpses. Francis was the slut of the family. It didn't make things any better though.
He slammed the desk and swiped the papers from his desk, "You disgust me!" he growled dangerously. The boys jumped terrified and looked between each other, not knowing how to correct their situation. Natalia wasn't too worried about herself, and, second, she didn't really care. Suddenly, as a grace, the phone on their father's wrist beeped.
"Dr. Edelstein is here with your blood results," the Gentern informed sweetly.
"Send him in," he sighed. He was ill; he had to remember that, but his temper seemed to place that in second.
The skittish, worried doctor stepped through the door. He wore a pair of frameless glasses and his head was covered in fairly thick, brown hair, a small cowlick refusing to go down. The corner of his lips twitched, and not in a good way, the news he carried wasn't good to begin with. All he could do was let it out and hope neither of the European girls behind his boss would shoot him. Carefully, he made his way to the desk and placed down the folder he was holding, "The . . . results to your blood work. I-I'm afraid . . . it's terminal."
He looked up at the doctor for a moment who cowered back in fear before returning his gaze to sheets in front of him. That wasn't possible.
"It's spreading rapidly," the brunet said softly.
The man who owned the world kept staring at the papers. It was all coming at him so fast. This couldn't be possible, he was the god of this world. Gods couldn't die, could they? Defiantly he slammed down the folder. The brunet on his left cocked her gun with a straight face and aimed. The doctor jumped and let out a small gasp at the suddenness of the response. Before he could do anything, she fired a shot through his head, the velocity of the bullet going right through, and blood spurting out the exit wound.
He sat for a moment, letting everything seep in. Both girls on either side of him moved to the elevator where the doctor had just came from. The blond man stood slowly, feeling years older than he was. He left his children to clean up the mess as he too entered the elevator and pressed the button of what floor he wanted. The doors closed and the machine hurried down.
"Maggots! Vermin! You want the World for nothing. Commence your groveling. Arthur, your king, is dying. Even Arthur Kirkland cannot prevent this passing. Who will inherit GENECo? I'll keep those vultures guessing!" The doors opened to his private study as he laughed at the ignorance of his children, "I'll keep those vultures guessing!"
"Ashes. Dust. My children were a bust. They shall inherit nothing! No, no, my legacy is too great to throw away on ingrates," he looked distant for a moment in those emerald green eyes, "No, he once had potential, but not after he stole my Niang away!"
Xiu stared into the darkness of her room, unable to get to sleep. Her eyes trained closely on the flower on her nightstand that she constantly wore in her wavy brown hair. Her father was out, working late. When would he be home? She felt terribly lonely, all by herself in his large house, but if he wasn't here, maybe she could go out of her room.
Quietly, she slipped out of her room, fiddling with her flower with one hand her medical mask in the other. It was a large, bulky thing that was made out of a lightweight metal. Inside the mouthpiece was a high-tech filtering system. On her was a black half dress. The large Asian sleeves reaching a little past her wrists and the collar choking her neck. The front buttoned to the right and a sash with a print of a pink flower wrapped it close to her body. A design of twin lines starting from under each round breast and moving downward together in the middle was the only contrast to the deep pitch of her outfit. The design was a bright golden color that matched her knee length leggings. Under that were two violet socks hat brought out the shine of her knee high leather boots.
She hurried downstairs and pondered for a second on what she should do. She could go out and look at the sky, or she could do something a little more interesting. She had a peculiar little habit of collecting bugs. She decided to go with the second idea. She needed new specimens honestly, and it gave herself an excuse to go through the passage in the basement.
Quickly, she pulled a few books from the shelf about bugs and took a few containers from the kitchen into her exploring bag. This should do. No need to puncture holes, she needed them dead anyway. Before leaving the room, however, she hastily put together a sandwich to eat once she got to where she was going.
Xiu made her way to the hidden door under the stairs. The musty air made her cough horribly. She pulled the mask over her face, somewhat disgusted at the retching smell of decay. Her father never went through here. It even made her wonder if he knew it was there. She stepped down into the dark passage, feeling near the door for her hidden aid. Hung on the wall was a torch and behind it laid hidden matches. She struck one up and the knot of old cloths lit on fire revealing her way down the stairs and the passage that lead to the graveyard.
She made her way carefully down into the dark crevasses of the hall that could only be considered a cave. This wasn't her first time going down here and it didn't take long to reach her destination. Her first venture down here seemed to take forever. Finally she reached her mother's tomb at the bottom. The door opened and she placed the flame on the stand right outside. Stepping through the door, it slid closed quietly behind her. She stepped to the end of the tomb and settled down, even in the same room with a dead woman, she felt at home in here. Maybe it was because she wasn't too far away from the grave herself. She pulled the mask off and settled her disturbed brown hair before glancing up at the engravings of her mother's cemented coffin.
Niang Wang the rest of the name was faded off.
2011 – 2042
The year Xiu was born, was the same year her mother died, she always knew that. Perhaps it was some sort of karma. In order to keep the world in its current balance, someone had to die so she could live. Maybe that someone had to be her mother? But that seemed a little dark. But morbidly comforting that her mother loved her to such extent that she would die for her.
She dumped the contents of her pack onto the floor, catching her sandwich before it fell. Priorities, right? She picked up one book to read and to a chomp out of her sloppily-made meal. She heard a faint buzz, glancing up slowly she saw a glowing blue fly. Her eyes widened in ecstatic joy as she pushed the book she was reading away and found the one that was all the information she could ever get of insects. Once finding the page she needed, she looked back to find the bug gone.
'Crap!' Xiu thought looking around. She heard it. Swinging around, she saw it on the door leading outside. She grabbed a container and slowly made her way to it. Flying bugs were the most difficult since they could get away the easiest. She watched it as it went to the barred window in the door. Last chance! She lunged.
"Damn it," she hissed as it jumped out through the bars into the graveyard. She could still see it though. It wouldn't be a big issue, right?
'This will be quick,' she thought to herself, looking around self-consciously, only a painting of her mother watched her, and she was smiling. She set her mind in place. 'It's in my sight. I'll capture it, then run back inside. And be back home in time,' She stalked up to the bug that rested on a tombstone. She lunged and caught it. She smiled to herself, until she heard someone and ducked down with a gasp.
"Industrialization has crippled the globe," a soft, male voice murmured a song.
"Enjoy GeneCo's day and nighttime formula of Zydrate," a mechanical voice announced through a loud speaker.
Xiu glanced up in time to see a man with wild blonde hair and ocean blue eyes behind glasses stand up between two coffins with an ancient gas lantern. He wore a trench coat that had seen much better days, the bottom end was torn and the sleeves were nothing but tattered remains on his shoulders, the rest being ripped off. His undershirt was a dark charcoal color with dull crimson designs. The collar went up to just under his chin. The sleeves went to his elbows and cut off cleanly, poison red diamonds designed the upper-arms. His pants were black and baggy, tucked haphazardly into steel toed boots, etched with the same red design. Two belts crossed his thin hips, out side of the belt loops, having them cross in a loose 'X'. On the right was a deep sapphire, on the left a dull crimson. His gloves were black, but the finger parts of them were missing and both had ripped ends. The right glove reached just a little under his elbow and the left just barely over his wrists.
"Nature has failed while technology spread," he muttered quietly.
"Ask a Gentern is right for you."
"And in this wake, a market erected," his voice was but a sigh as the guards surveyed the graveyard. He pushed a cemented lid of a coffin to the edge of falling off and reached into the cold depths.
"Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal."
"An entire city . . . built on the Dead," he spat the final word out as though it would be toxic, as he dragged out the decaying body from its eternal bed and threw it upon the ground. Xiu gasped in frightened disgust at the decaying form. Her stomach turned sickeningly and she suddenly felt like hurling the sandwich she had eaten.
The blonde man didn't seem to take a notice of her at all, "And you can finance your bones, and your kidneys," he sang with a soft grin. He ripped the white wrappings from the body, a new aged form of mummification and placed his tools silently on the ground, "For every market a sub-market grows."
Xiu looked around the tombstone to see a heavily armed guard slip by. She was in a graveyard at the middle of the night with a man molesting the dead; and how perfect that a sign be right behind this said man that read "Grave-robbers shall be executed on sight". Okay, her stomach just jumped to her chest pushing her heart to her throat. So far no one had heard them. Could this guy just QUIT SINGING!
"But best you be punctual, when making your payments," he opened his tool bag and looked for the best one to use, he examined it to make sure before connecting it to a small vial, "Lest it be you on the concrete below."
The face of the person was brown and full of maggot holes; the skin was being eaten and dissolved to reveal shining teeth under a deformed lip. She could smell the disgusting retch of death, but it didn't seem to bother the man who only got closer to the corpse. "It's quick," he whispered, shoving the needle into the nostril, "It's clean. It's pure."
Xiu covered her eyes so as not to watch, but slowly dropped them to see what the hell this man was doing. As disgusting as it was, curiosity took over. He extracted a glowing blue liquid from the body and waited for no more to come out before jerking the needle from its place of embodiment, "It can change your life, rest assured."
Xiu jerked forward reactively as she felt her food rush into her throat. She was disgusted beyond belief, but he didn't seem to mind. She decided on focusing not to throw up and not getting caught. Suddenly, she noticed him looking at her. He smirked even wider, "It's the twenty-first century Cure." He ripped off the glasses in one movement of his hand; a wicked, mischievous gleam entered his eyes that had once seemed cool and composed. He seemed radical after just being calm a second ago, at least as calm as she could tell.
He stood up slowly in the middle of the graveyard, "And it's my job, to steal and rob . . .GRAVES!" All the lights focused on him as he screamed into the night.
"No, what are you doing!" Xiu hissed looking around terrified. She could seriously start crying right this moment from the sheer idiocy of this man!
"Attention! We have Grave-Robbers on premises! Repeat, we have Grave-Robbers on premises! Initiate lock down! Lock down!"
Sirens blared and the lights tracked his every movement as the guards rushed to the scene. Xiu covered her ears as if it would make the whole scene go away. The blonde man grabbed the body from the ground and carried it under his arm like a sack of clothes. He ran off towards some unknown location. The young brunet girl remembered the door she had left opened and stood up, rushing to the room. Just as she made it up the steps the door slammed shut on her. She ran face first into the stone door and pounded on it, "No, no, no! It's locked! How can it be locked!" she cried out to herself mostly.
She looked around, no guards had arrived yet. "This way kid!" the blonde man whispered. Where else did she have to go? She followed after him quickly, her knee high leather boots gleaming in the dark as the lights tracked her. "Hey! Wait!" she called.
Using inhuman strength, the man rammed the head of the corpse into a cement wall which immediately cracked at the impact. Her eyes bugged in disbelief, how was a man that thin so strong! Still, the guards were coming; she could hear footsteps now, "Hurry! You're gonna get us caught!" Okay, those words made her sound like a co-conspirator. She could seriously face palm at this moment.
He pulled back his arm once more and swung, the wall crumbling inward and he fell in after his battering ram from the momentum. The kid behind him still called for him to wait as he looked around to find the recent victims of GeneCo's Repo Men. All chock full of fresh Zydrate. He smiled like a kid in a candy store, the bodies turning into shining coins. "Jackpot!" he breathed, so ecstatic that his voice left him. Even as he spoke, a helicopter was depositing even more bodies just for him! Stumbling between the bodies, he dragged himself further into the cavern.
Xiu slipped in behind this madman only to want to get back out and captured. She had never seen dead people before and seeing millions of them wasn't helping her impression! Not only that, but the guy who lead her to this horrible place was so happy, he continued singing even with the guards on their collective asses!
"So why care for these, petty obsessions? Your designer heart still beats with common blood," he sang to a specific corpse with her chest cut open and her lungs and heart missing, "And what if you could have genetic perfection? Would you change who you are if you could? 'Cos it's quick!" he shoved the needle into the body and extracted a full vial of Zydrate with a gleeful grin all the while, "It's clean. It's pure!"
"No!" Xiu exclaimed desperately, "I shouldn't be here!"
Like an ass, he ignored her, "It can change your life, rest assured."
"I have got to get home!" she whimpered, running a quick hand nervously through her hair, just touching the flower and the ribbon connected to it. 'This isn't good!'
He carried the vial over to her, "It's the Twenty-first century . . . Cure!" She pulled back slightly looking around.
"This can't be happening!" She backed towards the hole, debating if it was better to be captured and possibly killed or to stay with this psychopath.
"And it's my job to steal and rob," he said in a soft whisper.
Just then a guard caught sight of them and grabbed her from behind, dragging her out to the opening, "No!" she cried out.
"GRAVES!"
"Please! No! I didn't do anything!" she pleaded and felt the stinging tears prick her eyes. Was it possible for soldiers to feel compassion for a crying girl? They threw her on the ground and she balanced on her hands and knees whimpering.
Arthur Kirkland watched the fiasco taking place in the graveyard, it was always fun seeing who the perpetrator was this time. He reclined in his chair but stopped when he saw a girl who looked like a ghost from his past. "Niang?" he whispered to himself in shock. And she was about to be gunned down by the guards. He turned back to his desk and activated the PA system in his office.
"Let them go," a voice over the loud speaker decreed as if from God himself.
She whimpered incoherent things, promising never to go out again. Begging forgiveness from her father. Pleading to be spared. All of it never really finishing out their meanings.
"Hey!" a voice growled. A tall man dressed in an ankle length trench coat and mask shoved one of the guards to the side before pushing another. She muttered a little bit more before falling to the ground to the sound of her alarm
"Blood pressure warning. Blood pressure warning."
He pushed one more away from the girl before they all stepped away. He kneeled down to her. The last thing she saw before the darkness encompassed her were the glowing eyes from the dark abyss of the night.
A/N: I have been working on this for the past two weeks. Writing out who would be who, how it should be done. Writing and editing and rewriting the peice just to get it right, oh, and scouring the internet for clips of the movie since I sadly don't own it. I'll be having even more trouble with the next one since I don't have the scenes after Shilo wakes up and her dad locks her in. I can find the clips of Infected and Legal Assassin, but those are songs and I don't have what is after them.
Btw, here is who you should know now.
Arthur Kirkland - Rotti Largo
Gilbert Beilschmidt - Luigi Largo
Francis Bonnefoy - Pavi Largo
Natalia Arlovskaya - Amber Sweet
Alfred F. Jones - Grave-Robber (I made it so that when he takes off his glasses he goes crazy just so the relationship with Amber is awsome! Also, psychopathic Alfred is HOTT!)
Taiwan - Shilo (I made up the name, Cute, no?)
Arthur's female guards - The Brunet mentioned is Hungary, the other who wasn't mentioned is Belgium.
Thank TheAwsomeCanada of Youtube for the idea. I saw the little video and I absolutly adore it! I would send a link, but it could be called Spoiler-ish. I hope you enjoyed. If anyone can give me a link to the whole movie so I can get it right it would be most appretiated. *Is begging* Review, please! Love you all!