Maiden- I just recently watched Repo! The Genetic Opera for the first time and fell in love!...well after I got over the initial shock and nausea. The Repo man will be portrayed as my Teen Titan OC Falcon, who is Raven's identical twin sister, younger by two minutes. Shilo will be played by Raven, along with a few others that I'll leave a surprise ;) I don't own Teen Titans or Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Infected
Summary- In a world where organ failures are every day occurrences, one company has the technology to cheat fate and let you live...for a price. That price being if you can not make payments, the Falcon will find you. And take back what you've been given.
The cold November air was relentless this year. It was nearing midnight and the temperature was already at thirty degrees. The city of Jump was silent, unusual for such a bustling town. Well, silent all except for the constant 'drip' sound coming from one of the darker alley ways. A female, no older than eighteen emerged from it's shadows. She wore a black mask that covered her face, all save for her eyes which were a stunning shade of blue. The rest of her was clad in a leather jump suit. The zipper was pulled down to about an inch above her breasts, allowing a strip of ivory skin to shine in the low lighting. Her heeled boots clicked loudly on the concrete as she made her way towards the street. Her right hand went to the belt around her waist, stuffing something inside one of it's many compartments.
"Damn bitch put up a quite a fight." the girl mused to herself, shaking the excess blood from her leather glove. Behind her, just barely visible was a body of a sixteen year old girl. Her chest had been sliced and pried open. The cavity where her heart should be was empty.
The leather dressed girl quickly walked the two and a half blocks to a brick building with the glowing sign 'Gene Co' blazing above it. Once inside, the girl locked the door and pulled off her soiled gloves and the mask that covered her face. She was beautiful. Flawless ivory skin, high set cheek bones and sapphire eyes. Or she would be beautiful had she not been a murderer.
"Vanessa!" a voice thundered. The girl sighed and ascended the stairs to her left.
"You called, Trigon?" she asked in a bored voice once she reached the landing. Seeing a man that was easily twice her height. He held no kindness in either his face or eyes. In fact, he looked down right evil.
"Yes." he hissed, holding out his hand. "And you'd better have what I sent you out to get."
"Of course I do, ya bastard." Vanessa growled, removing a pouch from her belt, handing it over to the white haired man.
"Looks like you're loosing your touch!" he barked, earning not even a flinch from the stone faced girl. Pointing to the long scratch on her neck.
"Bitch had acrylic nails. Whatdaya expect?"
"For you to be more efficient!"
"I bust my ass for you, ya bastard!"
"You will not speak to your superior that way." Trigon growled, growing even angrier seeing the stony expression on his assassin.
"I'll speak to you any way I want." she spat, eyes flaring dangerously.
"You're lucky you're of some importance to me, otherwise you'd already been disposed of."
"And you're lucky you have my sister, or else I'd have killed you before you could've even finished that sentence."
Trigon laughed, albeit wickedly.
"Sure. What ever helps you sleep."
"Are you done with me for tonight? Cause if so, I'd really like to get the stench of your dirty work off me."
"Yes. That's all the repos for tonight. Be ready to go again tomorrow night, eight o clock sharp!" he thundered before walking off. Vanessa sighed, turning to walk down a separate hallway and into her own room. She locked the door after kicking her boots off beside the dresser. After stripping down to just her pale blue bra and panties, Vanessa let her guard down. She cried silently for what she thought was hours.
"Please, mother." she whispered, brokenly. "Give me the strength to get Rachel back."
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The blue eyed girl zipped up her leather one piece and stared at her reflection in the mirror above her vanity. Her long violet tresses flowed around her shoulders and down her back, being held back a little by the black falcon mask. This is who she had to be every night. The Falcon. The person who went on all the repo calls. Her appearance only meant one thing. Death. A bird of prey who feasted on those who's debts went unpaid. The clock struck eight and not another second went by before a loud knocking came to her door.
"Vanessa! Get to work!" Trigon shouted, his heavy footfalls signaling he'd left. With another glance at her alter ego, Vanessa lept soundlessly from her bedroom window to the street below. She was incredibly agile and stealthy. She owed this to an old friend. He was the master of all martial arts and a great older brother figure. Sadly, Richard wasn't exempt from the wide spread epidemic of organ failures. His kidneys fell through soon after his sixteenth birthday. His foster father, one of the richest men in town, had paid for the operation to save his son. But money doesn't last forever. Eventually, due to Gene Co's ridiculous payment prices, Bruce couldn't afford to keep Richard alive any longer. Trigon had gone through with the repossession himself.
Vanessa's blue eyes misted over with tears, remembering her old friend. But she quickly put her mind back where it needed to be, glancing down at her wrist to read the address and name of her next victim on her holographic tracker.
"Victor Stone." she mused. "That name sounds familiar...No, better I not remember."
The violet haired woman came to stand outside a fairly quaint home near the city limits. The lights were out so Vanessa guessed the man she was supposed to kill was asleep. She liked her victims not to see it coming. She easily crept up the trellis that decorated the outside walls and came to a stop outside a bedroom window. Inside was an African American man, probably a few years older than Vanessa. His eyes were glued to a television and fingers steadily tapping away at a gaming controller.
"At least he's distracted." Vanessa breathed, using a utility knife to open the window. Victor must've heard her because he paused his game, looking up with friendly gray eyes. Vanessa had ducked in time so Victor hadn't seen her. She waited a few minutes until the sounds of the game were all she heard again. Throwing caution to the wind, Vanessa opened the window and slipped inside. This time, she made no effort to disguise herself.
"Who are you!" the boy screamed, clearly shaken up a bit.
"The Falcon. You're behind on payments, so I'm here to collect your debt. One way or another." Vanessa smiled wickedly, producing a scalpel.
"Please! My ma just has surgery! I swear I'll have the money next month!" Victor begged, trying to distance himself from the girl.
"Sorry, but that's none of my concern. I'm a retriever, nothing more."
Victor's eyes widened in fear, not having the time to figure out a way out. Vanessa crept forward, her knife drawn and with one slash, she cut clean through his throat. She made easy work of the boy's lungs. Stuffing them into pockets on her utility belt. She hovered over the bloody mess on the floor, clearly puzzled. She knew this man, but she couldn't quite figure out from where. She glanced around his room, finding nothing but video games and old pizza boxes littering the floor and bed. But just as she was about to climb back out the window, blue eyes came to land on a picture on the wall. She recognized it. Victor stood grinning happily alongside a blonde boy who had a rather toothy smile. In the background was Richard. The sight of her old friend tugged at Vanessa's heart. A pretty redhead had her arms wrapped around the raven haired boy. Kori, Vanessa remembered. The exotic beauty had been Richard's girlfriend. The other four people in the picture were all girls. One with dark skin, boy cut black hair and ruby eyes. The second was taller, with pale skin, raven hair and stunning blue eyes. AJ and Joy. Vanessa had tried to forget about her former best friends. Trigon had gotten them to. A long time ago. But what rooted the assassin to the spot was the final two girls. She recognized her fourteen year old self, next to her older sister. It was then the pieces fell into place. Victor had been a good friend of hers in middle school. Before she'd been tainted by the wicked business of her boss. With a pained scream, Vanessa punched the photo, causing it to break and fall to the floor.
She panted heavily, jumping down from the two story house. She landed in the bushes beside the house with an undignified thud. Her head swam with the thought of what she'd just done. She'd killed someone she used to think so highly of. She felt herself heave, having just enough piece of mind to hold her long tresses out of the way as she emptied her stomach. She stayed hidden in the foliage until there was nothing more she could vomit up.
"What did I do?" she sobbed, wishing she could just die and let it all be over. All the pain, misery, pointless murders and repossessions. The photo came back to her mind, and she knew she had to keep going. For her sister.
Vanessa mustered up enough strength to stand and continue on her mission. Three hours later, she walked silently back into Gene Corp. clearly exhausted, both mentally and psychically.
"You're late." Trigon deadpanned from the top of the stairs.
"Like I care." Vanessa replied, no emotion behind her voice. "I got what you wanted. Now leave me be."
"What? No threats? No wise ass remarks?"
"I have nothing to say to a monster like you." Vanessa finally hissed. "Victor was my friend! You had me kill my fucking friend!"
"It's business my dear. You'll get over it."
Before Trigon could blink again, he'd been pushed roughly against the far wall. His crimson eyes opened in pain to see two dead blue ones.
"I've given up everything I've ever had. I had friends, a family and a life. But you stripped that from me! Give me a good fucking reason why I shouldn't end your life now?" she dared, pulling her scalpel.
"Rachel." he smirked. "Remember, I have your precious sister locked away. I'm the only one that can return her to you. And what about her medicine? How would she get it? After all, that's the entire reason why you're here."
Vanessa's grip never eased.
"Technicalities. I could easily kill you and find her myself."
"My, you're becoming more like me every day." Trigon laughed, causing Vanessa's grip to tighten, her hand moving to grip his throat. Her nails dug into the tender flesh through the supple leather.
"I'm nothing like you! You're a monster! A killer! You get your sick joy from other people's pain!"
"And you don't?"
This froze the young girl.
"You've carried out every assassination I've given you. You've killed innocent people just so you might get your sister back one day."
Vanessa's hand fell limply by her side, unable to move. Trigon moved away from the wall, straightening out his collar, smirking to himself. Leaving the traumatized girl behind.
