My affinity for strange, sociopathic men has surfaced again, thanks to this movie. All I can say is, I liked the way he moved. That freaky man was sexy, so I'm just gunna go ahead and write this fantasy. Hope you guys enjoy.

It moves rather quickly, but only because I was getting bogged down with the intro. The next will start the main story.

This will be mainly a Pavi/OC with some Graverobber/OC thrown in as well. Cuz let's face it, he was a charmer too.

Beware of future Violence, Gore, Sexual content (including possible Non-con) and just general naughtiness. If you're easily offended or disgusted

1) I'm surprised you enjoyed that movie

2) You probably shouldn't read this fic.

Also:

For those who want to know, Makatza is a Basque name meaning "Wild, or Untamed"

Sometime's I do things on purpose!

R&R plz, it inspires me to continue. I don't want to post something that's just going to sit there.

I pounded down the alley with furious tears falling down my face. And I'd thought this city couldn't get worse. Fucking hell, I was screwed on all sides and there wasn't a damned thing I could do to fix it but play chew toy for the Largo family.

As expected my partner-in-crime was chilling in the cardboard and cloth lined dumpster. (A hamper for the shops around it) I caught the dumpster edge and willed the sniffling to stop. The Graverobber looked up from behind his multicolored hair and grinned.

"You look all splotchy. Something wrong?"

I wouldn't expect sympathy from the likes of him. Those who did were shooting too much Zydrate. He wasn't the guy who let you cry on his shoulder, but he was the only thing I had. I peddled his supply to other markets and he gave me a percentage. Of course a chunk of that went back to him for a bit of the Glow. Sometimes it helped to feel nothing.

"I'm fucked, that's what's wrong."

"This isn't the good fucked, just for clarification? Are these tears of joy or misery?"

"GeneCo's collecting its debt, you jackass." I dropped my forehead against the ledge of the dumpster and tried to breathe normally.

"Repo?" Suddenly his tone was serious and I heard the stirring of his movement. He stood and lifted my head, brows deeply furrowed. I shook from his grasp then sniffled quietly.

"Then what?" he asked drawing back a little to cross his arms. That was the last burst of Gentleman I was going to get out of him. Wouldn't expect anything else, so after I made him help me in the dumpster, I told him what had happened to me last night before dawn.

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The black bag wasn't torn from my head until I'd been shoved into a chair.

Lights, at first, seemed bright as the sun, and I squinted, lifting an arm to shield my eyes. Slowly, the blur of color become an office. A very specific office . My stomach dropped to my knees and I whipped around to look about, trembling like a cornered animal. People died in this room..

Rotti Largo himself sat behind the great mahogany desk at the front of the room. His twin guards walked parallel paths around him and lifted their rifles. My heart did a funny little flip in my chest before I made myself look away from them and back at the man who had promised my surgeries were the perfect gift to myself.

"Such a pretty face should be cultured, not left to fade."

The stupid part was, at the time, I'd thought the financing they offered was a fucking God-send. Well, two months later and my bills were piling up. GeneCo didn't respond well to unpunctuality. I had been living in fear of a Repo Man for weeks now. It seems they wouldn't even bother with that.

"Sage Makatza." The King of GeneCo, said my name with a smile in his voice. He had something planned that I wouldn't enjoy, but couldn't refuse. Flashes of news clippings fired off in my brain. All the victims of the Repo Men, cut open with their entrails spilling out onto the pavement. Assuming of course the entrails weren't what he'd been after.

My throat had closed off and wouldn't allow me to reply, though my lips parted.

"Fuck the little bitch, we should just kill her."

My eyes snapped to the oldest brother, Luigi Largo. His temper was legendary, and the body count was ever-rising. Though it's not as if that was such a shocker. In a world that sanctioned Organ-stealing moonlighters, murder wasn't really as big a deal as it used to be.

"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" Amber shrilled from the couch. She was a Largo by birth but went by the stage name Sweet. She was also addicted to the knife, which came with the added bonus of Zydrate-junkie, but I didn't judge that too harshly. Who, in this rotting city hadn't tried a little spark of the street drug?

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Luigi stood strait, ready to clash, but she just lounged across the couch with a scowl.

"Obviously she's here because she can do something for GeneCo."

Luigi's mouth shot wide to retort, but Rotti Largo boomed a "Silence!" and they both cowered like frightened dogs before going back to their respective tasks. I, on the other hand, was two seconds away from hyperventilating.

"Well, I suppose the surprise is ruined." Rotti smiled amiably as I held myself, the picture of friendship and trust. He steepled his fingers. "I'm sure you know you're a beautiful girl, Miss Makatza."

"No dispute'a there."

The lyrical voice floated from the back corner of the office. My body tensed visibly, but I was far too frightened to risk looking at the final brother. His 'Replace Your Face' campaigns were all over the city and everyone watched the Genetic Opera.

Rotti's expression darkened a moment and the soft chime of feminine laughter followed.

"What I'm offering, Miss Makatza, is a job."

"Job?" My voice sounded raspy. I swallowed but my mouth was like a desert. What the fuck was going on?

Again he flashed that fatherly smile, the smile that comforted the world. For a moment I was tempted to believe it. Just let myself see him as our savior rather than the man who might very well dissect me.

"Yes, my dear. A job. Recently we…lost one of our Genterns, and are slightly understaffed." I didn't miss the pointed look he shot at the back corner. "It's come to my attention that you're a few months behind on your payments to GeneCo. It also appears that you have no income to speak of..."

"The company was laying off-"

"The details are not important." He cut me off with a slight raise in tone. "The point, Miss Makatza, is that it is well within GeneCo's rights to repossess its property."

My stomach did a flip and my surgically enhanced eyes widened until he chuckled.

"But I see no need in wasting talent, Miss Makatza." How many times would he say my name? Was it his way of telling me I was GeneCo's now? I saw no other option here. It was right about here when fear began to melt into anger, which recently seemed to be my only two settings.

"What kind of talent?" the words were soft, but clipped as I gathered myself. King Largo lost a hint of his smile but recovered fast; the politician in him already spinning his news into something chewable and promising.

"Why your schooling, my dear! You attended schooling for surgical practice." One of the twin guards marched to his side and slapped down a file with my scan on the first translucent page. "It also appears you have preformed a few street surgeries. Is this correct?"

My jaw wouldn't unclench, so my "Yes" came out as a growl. Luigi laughed loudly, flipping his knife and watching me.

"The brat's a little feisty ain't she?" He must have caught my glare from behind the curtain of blood red hair because he stood strait and tightened his grip on his blade. Rotti Largo cleared his throat, gaining both our attention.

"So what do you say, Miss Makatza?" The King stood and came around his desk. I flinched when he offered his hand, but the old man curled his fingers around mine and squeezed until it hurt. I got the message and stood, maybe an inch or two above him.

"Why not put that talent to good use on GeneCo's personal staff?" I stiffened when he wrapped and arm around my shoulders, holding me close, making me stoop. "Think of it as a payment plan for those little surgeries we gave you. It would be unfortunate if you lost that heart and those..uh…"

Now this was something I was used to. My eyes had been perfect all my life, but when the chance came to change my image, I took hold of it with both hands. Thanks to GeneCo, my eyes were blue-violet and flecked with variations of the separate colors, rimmed in cobalt. I'd gone as far as permanently dying my hair the deep red of blood. Now the stuff just grew that way.

Wasn't surgery grand?

"Unique eyes of yours." Rotti amended quickly.

"So, either I take this offer-"

"This generous offer."

I'd almost managed to forget he was here. Not wanting to offend King Largo by snubbing his son, I bit through the suggestion.

"This generous offer, or I'll finally find out what a Repo Man really looks like?"

"Well isn't she the quick one." Amber sat up, stretching like a pruning cat. Luigi grimaced.

"Quicker than you, at least."

As the two of them jumped up to go at it, Rotti steered me toward the elevator. His expression was tired. With a heavy sigh, he told me that he was exhausted by all of it. Rotti was growing old, he didn't want this to be the mess he finally croaked in. Couldn't blame him really.

After that, he'd walked me to the first checkpoint inside the tower, and given me one day to pack and say my good byes, though I had no one left. That seemed to make Rotti smile.

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Grave's eyes were unfocused when I turned back to him. Either he was deeply digesting my story, or he'd zoned out halfway through and wasn't listening to a word I said.

"Oy." I shoved at this furr-covered shoulder and frowned. "You with us, Criminal King?"

He shook his head, snapping back into focus and arching a brow. "So you were..kidnapped? That's intense. At least you weren't raped."

"You're an ass." I stood quickly and grabbed the edge of the dumpster.

"What?" He complained, "Isn't that what happens when pretty girls get kidnapped? I'm just saying, you could have been sodomized or something."

"By Rotti-fucking-Largo? The man would have a heart attack just seeing me naked!" Growling out my frustration, I made to jump the ledge and leave his street, but suddenly Grave's hands were clamped down on my hips and I wasn't going anywhere.

I went still when he pressed me against the metal with his body and curled his fingers around my hands to keep them in place. The warm blast of his breath across the back of my neck sent a shiver down my spine, which he (unfortunately) felt. The Graverobber chuckled at this.

"I was listening. The King of the castle made you one of his pretty toys, on pain of death, and now you're coming to tell me of this horrible happening."

"See, when you say things like that, it kinda freaks me out. You're a little weird sometimes, Grave, and not in that quirky Val-Kilmer-from-Real-Genious way."

I'm sure he had no idea what I was taking about. Most people didn't really watched DVDs anymore. And even for them, it was an old one. Sometimes it depressed me that real, paradise existed in those tiny little disks. In those worlds, the streets weren't littered with bodies and the coiner of plastic surgery didn't hold the world in the palm of his hand.

"Well, I guess, the only thing I can ask is," I braced myself for his words and bit back a grin. "Can you score me some Medicinal grade Z now, or what?"

"Ugh!!" I slammed him against the back of the dumpster and lept the edge, landing in the street with a metallic jingle from my boots. The square plates that ran up the front of both, to the knees, gleamed under the street lights. The Graverobber didn't try to stop me from storming off. Instead I heard him laughing back in the alley.

"I'll get back to you on that, yeah?"

Douche Bag.

So I was to be a Gentern. Exploiting myself to the Largo family so that they wouldn't kill me. Translation: I was going to be a bubble-headed slut to save my own wasted life.

But what could you really expect from a girl whose parents named her after a spice? Maybe I could pull off airhead. It could be my new look.

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Nah.

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As the girl left with his papa, Pavi couldn't help the electric pricking of excitement just under his skin.

He wanted her. Wanted her badly.

Perfect skin, a trim little build, legs for miles. He could already imagine them wrapping around his waist. Hear her half-panic/half-pleasured cries as he pummeled into her. She would be terrified at first, they all were. When they saw his borrowed face; more so when they peeked beneath it. But he liked it when they squirmed.

Of course, he was always ready for a willing partner, just so long as the punchline was "Pavi Get's Laid" it really didn't matter.

This girl though; she looked like a fighter and the fantasy he was cooking up bulged the front of his leather pants. The Genterns currently groping at him were quick as always to notice, and giggled and cooed in delight. It was amusing of course, but he'd rather it be the new girl, this Sage. He hoped her name was at odds with her personality.

She'd be on his personal detail.

You might notice that some of the things Sage says will be a little odd. Don't be alarmed, she's only a little off. This world would breed madness, so she's really going to be a product of her environment.

Anyway, next chapter will be wrought with naughtiness and possible Ultra Violence.

Fun with Pavi, which is the point of my story, will begin.

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