I just started listening to music from REPO! The Genetic Opera! And I LOVE Ralph Macchio especially in the karate kid so I thought this would make a great crossover... hope you enjoy
I DON'T OWN REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA OR THE KARATE KID THEY GO TO THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THEM!
"Shilo, have you taken your medicine darling?" my dad's voice broke through the warm, crisp fresh air the only way I'd get to be outside is if I took my medicine. I picked up the familiar needle and drove it into my arm. I winced for a second and put the needle down
"yes dad." I called back as I hopped down the stone steps. I leaned on the iron gate that separated me from the outside world, I imagined what real life was behind this gate
I've always seen boys and girls smile...laugh...kiss... I have always wanted to kiss a boy but who wants to be with a girl with a blood condition? Today, as I lay by the gate I see a large colorful truck and some muscle men carry boxes and furniture into a house that has been empty for years, we were getting new neighbors! Maybe they will have a son or daughter my age and I would finally have a friend. I see a boy about my age walk out of the house and onto the balcony, it is the balcony that I can see clearly from my bedroom I think I'm gonna have fun with this... the boy must have spotted me lurking because he came down and walked around the neighborhood I stood up, straightened my hair and smoothed my skirt. I quickly sprinted up the stone steps
"Dad you didn't tell me a family was moving in next door." I informed him he was the eyes and ears of the neighborhood, being the repo man... that is one thing he would deny if asked about it, the topic made him very uncomfortable. The truth was he became the reposessioner after my mom died when I was born he felt that he was a monster and should live and work as such. He never told me but it didn't take long for me to learn. I heard a someone knock on the iron gate with a stick so I was quick back down and I crept to the edge of the yard.
"hello" a male voice called, I responded with a casual greeting
"hi." I responded
"I'm Daniel." he said
"Shilo." I replied I heard footsteps behind and felt a strong hand on my shoulder: dad.
"hello, Daniel." my dad said in the English he had acquired when he lived there I had a slight accent I had lived in England since I was 13 and I had turned 17 last month so I was pretty much and English girl.
"hello sir." Daniel (what a cute name!) responded
" oh please call me Nathan, no one's called me sir since my Shilo was born." his voice choked at the last word. Mom's death was still hard for us dad went back in the house and it was me and Daniel.
WELL...R&R IF YOU WANT MORE! CHAPTER TWO WILL BE UP SOON!:)