A year and a half after the opera, Graverobber still finds himself wandering the streets, searching for Zydrate. I just recently saw this movie and fell in love with it. I'm hoping to continue this story, but would really like to know what everyone thinks of it.
Unfortunately, I do not own the rights to this amazing movie and its' highly addictive Zydrate Anatomy song.

Prologue: A New Beginning

"How many times must someone die for the lives of others?"

An echoed cry; a wail, throughout the dark of the night. It slowly grew louder and louder, till it bounced off the walls of the streets and disappeared into a still.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Graverobber's boots were the only sound to be heard as he made his way through the alley, glancing every which way. He had to admit, he had become quite paranoid...that is, since Rotti had passed and Amber had taken over Geneco. With even more guards, and a new Repo Man, things had become way more difficult. Still, he stuck to his job. Although times had gotten harder, there were still plenty of scalpel sluts begging for their addiction; Zydrate. And Graverobber was there to give it to them.

Oh Zydrate. GraveRobber smiled to himself, knowing just how well the new founder of Geneco was obsessed. She practically lived for it. And that, would be the downfall of the company. Or at least Amber. No one had known how dangerous the drug could become, but after a year and a half of her father's death, the effects had started to wear on her. Badly. And because of this, a new drug formed from Zydrate. One that Repo used to harm his victims-inflicting pain like none other.

It was rather scary how dreadful everyone's lifestyle had become. Yet he never understood how anyone could be so reliable on a company that backstabbed every one of their customers. With Amber running it it was no different. Many still died, while others begged for repossessed parts. Graverobber was beginning to wonder if there was anyone out there at all like him whom had never experienced Zydrate or Geneco's surgical needles under the skin.

Nothing was like it used to be. Even when Rob felt the pleasure as he slipped into another girl in a form of payment, their fake bodies would never thrill him like how it used to, when times were different. The only woman who still held a candle to what sex used to feel like was Amber, but it wasn't real. She used him. Well, technically, they all did. But he felt as if it was the worst from her.
My god, she was perfect. He face, breasts, the way she could turn a man on with just a glance of her seduction... Her body in general was goddess-like. He did have to give her surgeons credit; they did her well, no matter how much he hated the company. And every time she gave himself to him in exchange for Zydrate, it was the closest sensation to paradise that he could ever remember. But it would never be the same, because real woman were not around anymore... besides Shiloh, but that was something Rob would never consider. He wouldn't be the one to take her innocence.

He sighed, reminiscing on the past. And then pulled a body from the casket of the graveyard he had ventured into. Past was past and present was present. Now was the time for what he did best; extracting the drug that everyone craved. He reached into his trench coat, and pulled out the gun, moving it towards the bodies nose.

"Why is it that I find the most comfort among the dead?" he mused, shaking his head in wonder.

That was when the blast wave hit.

Graverobber flew back, the gun falling out of his hand and into the air. Landing on the hard concrete, he winced in pain as the needle pierced his arm. He pulled it out quickly, cursing. And then looked up.

Smoke rose into the sky, filling the city with a black haze. Already sirens across the town including where Rob was at were going off, a warning for all to get out of the way. Rob knew he should leave, but couldn't as his eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of him.

The flames.
The fire.
The screams.
Geneco was disintegrating.