{A/N: I own none of Repo! The Genetic Opera, or anything related to it; and here's an OC, Eliza, and thanks for reading :D reviews are gladly welcomed :D *}
Her fate was sealed before she was even born. That's what happens when you are the daughter of GeneCo's voice. To be considered property of GeneCo, to be at the beck and call of the Largo family. Her long dark brown hair and her deep eye-liner that brought out her eyes. She was to sing just like her mom. There wasn't a choice in the matter for her it seemed. As Rotti declared her a payment from Blind Mag. Just another contract that Mag didn't mean to make. Her lips that always seemed to twist into a worried or puzzled frown every time someone would look at Eliza in an interested investment way that wasn't supposed to be. It didn't matter what Eliza wanted, it was all about what she owed even when she didn't ask for it. All of those Largo siblings looking at Eliza as they did Mag. As if judging her before they even got to know her. They had their own ideas and opinions before Eliza could say one word. After Mag would sing, it'd be Eliza's turn.
When she'd ask to go somewhere else, it was something she had to learn, that's what Rotti would tell her. Make no mistakes, try to be better, that's what her mom would tell her. If the Largos were mad, then to avoid them. It wasn't something that Eliza smiled at; it was something she'd run away from. There was no where to go when she belonged to GeneCo, just like Mag. The stories she'd be told at night, came from no one but from what she could remember. When Amber, who use to be Carmela, would stick gum in Eliza's hair because she was called pretty. Those nights when Eliza would see the petite woman come back and act like a mom, kiss her on the forehead, and it'd smell like Zydrate to her. A smell she had never been to found of. Later on, Amber would shove her, telling her to make it fast 'cause she needed a hit of the glow.
There were also those days when Pavi would shove her during pictures, so she'd always be out of focus and he'd be certain of attention instead. When he'd say she was pretty, and always seem to ask if she wanted to be a Gentren when she grew up. It was like Santa but scarier. Then there was Luigi, who would growl and throw coffee cups at her. Apparently he didn't like decaf. He'd chase her around the GeneCo building until he was tired and then she'd run to her mom. Rotti called it just fun, and Mag thought of it to be dangerous. She didn't like how the eldest Largo son was around her daughter, teasing her until she burst out crying. He'd laugh and tell her he was kidding, even though he wasn't. That one time when Eliza's one friend came around, asked Luigi where was Mario, that was the end of her. It seems Luigi didn't get the joke. Eliza didn't really have friends after that.
The Largos seemed to own Eliza, almost like Mag. If they told her to sing, she'd sing. Even that dagger strapped to the thigh wouldn't help Eliza if the Largo siblings glared at her, clearly pissed about something because of her. Even Amber once told her she'd bitch slap to the ground if she ever amounted to anything. Just one more hit from the scalpel slut addicted to zydrate, at least that's how Eliza saw it. Rotti said she had a debt to pay, there was her new career set on a silver platter for all to see. She didn't see the price tag but there was GeneCo's label plastered everywhere that showed that she was their property, and no one screwed over GeneCo. She wondered if that was why her mom was worried, or because of how it had occurred years before. When Mag signed a contract, becoming the voice of GeneCo soon after. There were rumors that Eliza was Rotti's daughter, but they were never solid enough to be actually seen as true for people.
Some said Eliza looked like Mag, others didn't agree. That distant look of being completely different, then the similarity of singing on stage. But physical attributes differed from internal talents though. Through so many years, Eliza learned how to stay on the good side of Pavi, and on the calm side of Luigi, if he even had a calm side at all. She thought her mom could sing much better, and the way she'd be so gentle during it even as the Largos watched and the audience clapped. Eliza didn't feel like she could keep her balance the first time she had to sing on stage. Her legs had been wobbly, and she was nervous. She had been told she'd do better the next time though. She had felt her stomach drop at the thought of it. To have to go on the stage again, to sing in front of a large crowd of people. Also, it didn't seem to make things better when Amber asked if she needed a little glass vial. At the time she hadn't understood what Amber was asking but later on she did.
Her second time at singing though seemed better than before though. That was probably after Luigi told her to suck it up and be a bitch, to have some spunky attitude. He didn't have an interest in simple naïve dimwits; at least that's what he told her. She felt as though he just insulted every other woman he had been with during the years but wasn't sure. She wondered why he kept saying bitch, and he told her he was talking about dogs for some reason. It confused her but she went on singing anyway. Luigi almost always gave her advice like that, when he wasn't screaming or throwing things at her. After that, she had seen her mom try to smile and Rotti had congratulated her. Even Pavi had clapped for her, and Amber had tossed her an almost smirk. But Luigi had just yanked her hair, whispering how she looked tough and walked back over to the limo, ready to go home apparently. Maybe that was his way of saying thank you.
She was now eighteen, and still living at GeneCo, with Blind Mag. Actually legal for fun, at least that's what Pavi had told her…She still didn't know what he meant by that either. Eliza did know she could be naïve at times, but she wasn't that naïve…usually. She knew Amber was getting frustrated, wanting to be the new voice of GeneCo or something, Eliza wasn't really sure anymore. The two Largo brothers were still arguing about who would inherit GeneCo, and both were still on posters with Amber too. She had heard her mom wanted to leave, that she'd be leaving GeneCo. Eliza wondered if that was true, but she didn't ask anyway. There was an Opera coming up soon as well, and Eliza knew her mom was to sing there, as was she. Rotti had told her she'd be just wonderful, just like Mag. Eliza didn't feel all that comforted though by those words, making her feel the same as she did the first time she had to sing on stage. She somehow felt like all debts would be paid at the Opera soon enough.