These Dreams…

By: Seuss Fan

(Note: I do not own Repo! or any of its characters. So, Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith please do not sue me! Also, anything written in italics indicates singing)

Chapter 1: Come up and try my new parts…

Sasha walked into her apartment after a long day of classes. Even though she had an undefined major she still had piles of work to do and classes that drove her insane. As she looked around her cramped apartment her mood got even worse. It was filled with boxes of papers that she was storing for her friend, Jim, who was a journalism/ English literature double major who wrote a story for every breath he took. Surrounding Jim's boxes were numerous plants. These dying pieces of greenery were given to Sasha by her mother who insisted her daughter should improve the air quality in her apartment. Since Sasha despised her mother she let the plants sit there and rot as a symbol of what she wished she could do to her mother. As Sasha moved through her living room she entered her bedroom. The plain white walls and her plaid bed were the only things present besides even more plants from her overbearing mother.

"I hate my life." Sasha thought as she plopped down on her bed.

As soon as she lied down she fell right to sleep. Like most people Sasha dreamed while she slept. Normally her dreams were normal dreams like walking into class naked or making out with a guy she liked. But tonight as Sasha drifted into the dream world she entered a place that she would never be able to forget.

Sasha opened her eyes to reveal that she was standing in a dark alleyway. As she took in her surroundings she noticed that the walls were covered in graffiti and posters for something called the Genetic Opera. As she walked around the alleyway she noticed dried puddles of blood scattered along the ground.

"What kind of a place is this?" Sasha thought as she looked up at the pitch-black sky.

As she finished examining her surroundings Sasha began to take in herself. She did not look the same as she did when she fell asleep. She was dressed in a pink and black dress that had tears in it. She was also wearing black lace up boots. Sasha scratched her head at her new wardrobe. As she scratched away Sasha noticed that another change had occurred. Her hair that had once been brown was now pitch black.

"What the hell is going on?" Sasha asked, as she stood puzzled in the dark alleyway.

Sasha decided that in order to figure out what her dream was about she needed to find someone.

"Human, animal, alien; it really doesn't matter at this point."

As she started walking around Sasha was hit with a new name.

"My name is Layla." She suddenly thought to herself.

Without understanding how or why her name was changed Layla decided to continue on with her original agenda.

As she turned the corner more information flooded into Layla's brain. Her mother and father had both died at the hands of the Repo Man. Now Layla was stuck taking care of her brothers, sisters, and surgery-addicted grandmother. On top of that Layla also had to deal with paying off her parents debt. Due to all this added stress and her financial situation Layla felt her only option was to seek out a graverobber and get some Zydrate.

My life's a mess

My world's a wreck

I have no place to go

Victim of destruction

Vanishing directions

I have no place to go

Few solutions have come to mind

But the one I feel I need to find

The product that will improve my life

Is

the

glow

Get the glow

And your world will seem brighter

Feel the spark and all your problems are gone

Just a little taste of what it has to offer

Get the glow

And all your problems

are

gone

Located near a dumpster at the end of the alleyway was the graverobber. Next to him was a long line of addicts waiting to get their daily fix. Layla moved sheepishly toward the back of the line. As she patiently waited for her turn Layla prepared what she would say to the graverobber. She knew he would be upset when he found out that she couldn't pay, however Layla was hoping that Graverobber would be willing to make a little trade. She heard from a friend of hers that one of Graverobber's clients almost always paid with sex. Even though she didn't want to lose her virginity to a stranger Layla was willing to do anything to make her problems disappear.

Finally, it was Layla's turn. As if he didn't see her standing before him Graverobber placed a vial of zydrate into his gun.

"Ready?" Graverobber asked as he prepared to place the gun to her forehead.

"Y-yeah." Layla responded

.

"Not so fast. Pay me first."

"I can't."

"Then you're shit out of luck."

"Don't I have other options?"

"Do I look like a bank to you, kid?"

"No, but I heard that you let one of your clients …pay with…"

"Oh, no. Look that 'client' you're referring to pays with sex because she thinks it's cute. I only let her get away with it because I've known her for so long. So, either you pay or no z for you."

Please just let me pay I promise I'll give you money another day

Don't turn me away

I need this more than anything

Sorry little girl

You're talking about things you're not ready for

Sex is a grown-up matter

Go back home and play with your dolls

Look you don't understand

My life's more messed up then you could imagine

No folks, no friends, no one who comprehends

I need a way to deal with the pain

Please get out of here

Your slowing up the pace

Please don't look at me with that pathetic face

I don't do sacrifices

So go to someone else

Without knowing where she would find another graverobber Layla resorted to begging.

"Please, I need this."

Since he was a softie at heart Graverobber took pity on the girl and decided to honor her request.

"Follow me", Graverobber said as he led Layla toward another alley.

"Where are we going?"

"The place where my other client and I do it."

"Oh."

This new alley was even dirtier than the last. The concrete walls were covered with stains and on the ground were several pools of blood.

"You come here to have sex?"

"Yes, why?"

"No, reason. So, now what?"

Trying to contain his laughter Graverobber began to take off his clothes.

"Don't worry about a thing. Just follow my lead."

Graverobber then picked Layla up and pushed her against the wall.

"Relax, kid this won't hurt a bit."

And it didn't. In fact, it was the most pleasurable experience of Layla's life. What Graverobber did went against every fantasy Layla had ever had. Instead of the gentle, careful prince charming Layla had cooked up in her head Graverobber was tough and forceful. He didn't try to protect her. He shoved against her body and threw her around. Even though his actions might not sound pleasant they felt a million times better.

After everything was all said and done Graverobber gave Layla her glow. If she thought having sex was amazing getting shot with zydrate was even better. As the liquid moved through her system all the pain that she had been suffering from, both mental and physical, disappeared. Instead her pain was replaced with a euphoria that words could barely describe.

Once Layla had been exposed to z she developed an addiction. Twice a day Layla visited Graverobber for a dose of zydrate. And, without having to say anything, Layla would pay with sex instead of money. The arrangement continued on for three months without any arguments from either party. In fact, Graverobber became quite attached to Layla. She was a sweet, harmless girl who just needed a little boost in order to get by. And Graverobber had no problem with giving her that boost.

During this three-month period Amber Sweet, Graverobber's most important client, became jealous. Instead of giving her z whenever she demanded it, Graverobber was now shoving her off because he was busy with Layla.

"That little bitch is taking away my z and my dealer. I won't let her get away with this."

As Graverobber was finishing up giving Layla her z Amber walked into the alley with her bodyguards.

"Oh what now!" Graverobber exclaimed as he pulled his gun away from Layla.

Graverobber, Graverobber

You little fucker

Graverobber, Graverobber,

Why did I even bother with you at all

Amber what the hell are you talking about?

Because of you I'm now in trouble

You knew the consequences

You bitch

You knew this would happen but you kept on going

First off, sex was your idea

Second, you're bluffing

There's nothing wrong with you

No life inside of you

Now get out of here

I've got clients to see

I'm serious

I've got the papers right here

It's your kid

You have to take care of it

Bitch, please

You can't act

I see right through you

Now please Amber just drop this

No!

As Graverobber and Amber continued to fight, Layla felt herself slipping away. However, this was different than the feeling she normally got after being injected with zydrate. She felt as if she was being pulled out of the world. She tried to hang on but due to her inebriated state she was forced to give in.

A minute later Sasha woke up in her bed, twenty minutes late for her first class.