Repo! The genetic Opera: The scientific necromancer.

Disclaimer:I do not own Repo! the genetic opera

Summary: What if after the end of the last opera we find out Rotti had another child he didn't know about, what if said child had been a bit of a genius? Follow Roberta (Bobby) and Shilo as they delve into a twisted world of science, chaos, love, death, life, family, and of course tragedy. Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending? (crappy summary I know, but the story will be better).

A/N: This is my first Repo fic, I hope it's OK.

I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I promise all chapters will be at least 1,000 words long (minus the prologue)

Prologue

Journal entries

People's thoughts


Come closer my dear

It is just the beginning of the end

Yes, I'm here for you

Save your happiness for tomorrow

And today we'll drown in your tears

A drop of your blood tastes like wine today

~Beginning of the end by HIM


Journal entry one ~ 29/11/2056

I have been informed by my mentor, that is best to keep a journal, that way it will be easier to keep tracks of my thoughts… Hmmm, perhaps my dear friend knows me better than I think, a journal will come in handy for a scatter brain like me, however I currently have nothing to important to add at the moment, until the next time dear journal.

~Bobby Shaw


Journal entry two ~ 13/12/2056

My mentor has come down with an illness over the last few days, the doctors have looked over him but couldn't seem to locate the problem. I have suggested that he may need new organs, however the doctors disagree, telling me that they won't help him and my even make him worse…

Right now all we can do is hope that whatever is wrong with him will soon pass. One can only hope.

~Bobby Shaw


Journal entry three ~ 1/1/2057

His situation is worsening, how could this even be? The doctors and myself have gone over his vitals many times, but everything seemed fine and normal, yet here he was lying in bed, in his coma like state.

He hasn't moved in months, his condition was deteriorating every second… He was not going to survive this. He was going to die…

~Bobby Shaw


Journal entry four ~ 9/2/2057

Life and Death were two very interesting 'subjects' to me.

To me, both were merely a state of being.

Of course to me one was better than the other, it just took me awhile to figure out which one.

We value life, and savour every second of it… Yet we suffer.

Everyday of every second we suffer from the curse know as 'living' and all its expectations.

We fear Death, fear every second that goes by and brings us closer to it… Yet we will be free.

Free from time, free to be with our families, living in a state of being, no longer held back by sin, where all was forgiven, and everything eternal.

So why fear Death when living is Hell?

My mentor is Dead… what took him? Why Death of course, what else?

Turns out it was simply his time… Why? I do not know… But I am curious to find out myself.

People have told me not too, that certain things are best not to be meddled with, but I must know, its not like I'm seeking death out, (only a fool would) I just merely want to… 'understand' Death…

Maybe by understanding Death, I will understand life.

~Bobby Shaw


A/N: So how was that? Pleases R&R,

~Crow