Well, here we go! This is my first one-shot for Repo! The Genetic Opera, though I've seen the movie four times. Within the span of three days. That says something about my character, does it not? Anyway, this is basically just before Rotti makes Nathan the Repo Man for Geneco. I don't know, I was bored.

xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! The Genetic Opera. Never have and I never will.

"Just sign your name and the deal will be finalized."

His pen scratched lightly against the paper, making a small dot, utterly prepared to sign its holder's free will away at a moment's notice; Nathan's hand wavered slightly and his grip on the pen slackened. It fell onto the desk with a soft clattering.

"I cannot do this, Rotti."

Rotti Largo's eyes narrowed. The guards behind him raised and cocked their guns, prepared to fire; Rotti shook his head, and they lowered their guns, though their fingers remained on the triggers.

"Pick the pen back up, Nathan; all you have to do is sign, and then the nightmare will be over. You will be a free man."

Nathan shook his head, his lips pursed; straightening out his attire and brushing the dust off of his jacket, the bespectacled man turned on his heels, making his way towards the door, "I will not do this, Rotti."

"No one walks away from me, Nathan," the other warned, his voice raising with every word, "Must I take you back there?! Must I bring those awful memories back to the surface, just so you will understand?!"

He froze, his fingers just barely brushing against the cool metal of the doorknob; his voice was just above a whisper as he replied, "Please don't."

"You murdered your own wife in cold blood, Nathan!"

"It was an accident!"

"I didn't have to make you this generous offer, Nathan," Rotti continued; it was as if he had never been interrupted at all, "I could have had you imprisoned, or even executed immediately! I would think you would be grateful!"

"Grateful..." Nathan echoed softly, his bangs overshadowing his eyes as he made his way back over to the desk, "I am grateful."

"If you are truly grateful, you will sign your name."

The Italian held the pen up, offering it to the other man; he snatched the writing utensil back, his hand trembling violently. As he lowered the pen back down to the line, prepared to sign his name, he looked up at Rotti, demanding, "And Shilo will never know?"

"Shilo will never know," he readily complied, "So long as you keep your end of the bargain. Now sign."

Swallowing hard, he hastily scribbled his signature across the line, the bloody ink sinking into the parchment permanently; there was no going back on this now. He'd signed his name in blood.

Rotti opened a draw, pulling out a large, rubber mask; he slammed it down onto the desk, pushing it towards Nathan. He smirked, pressing down on the side of the mask; the eyes lit up a neon blue, the only light shining in the now dimly lit room.

"Welcome, Nathan Wallace, to Geneco. You are our new Repossession Man."