Okay, be nice, this is my first fanfiction. XD
Meet my original character, Natasha Montoya, Repo Extraordinaire! And fret not, there is a bit of Grilo, my fellow fangirls/boys.
Chapter One
It was the still of the night.
Well, as still as it could get in this damned city.
"My funny Valentine…Sweet comic Valentine…you make me smiiiile with my heeeaaarrrt…." A soft voice sang.
Humming between lyrics, Natasha took off her bloody surgeons gloves and gazed down the dark alleyway. No one. Of course, no one would be there. She always made sure her victims were alone and couldn't be saved.
Natasha Montoya, the name of the new Repo girl lurking the dark streets of Geneco's city. When she looked at her reflection in her scalpel, she herself could barely believe it herself. Her big, brown eyes, pale, round face, pouty lips and button nose belied no malicious intent. She was short; barely 5'1, and petite, a sharp contrast to the old Repo man.
Most people didn't know she was barely 19.
Barely 19 and the darkest fear in every scalpel sluts mind.
"Your looks are laughable, unphotographable…but you're my faaaaavorite work of art…."
She put her surgeons' tools away, cleaning them as she went with a small sterile handkerchief.
The repossession business was no longer a flurry of scalpels, a brute ripping out of the organs. No, it was much more complex than that. The 'Repo man' was dead, everyone knew it. People were just…dropping dead now.
The underground knew what was really happening. The repo business still persisted, despite Amber Sweet's consoling promises of a new, kinder way of business at Geneco.
The Repo girl had to be precise, or at least enough to fool someone who found the body. She'd cut the persons throat, use a new salve that bonded just the skin back together after the person was on the ground in pain and dying, and would work just as quickly as the original Repo man had. She'd cut out the organs with precise incisions, and then replace the organ with a synthetic, nonworking organ realistic enough to fool even the best medical examiner (not that she should really have to do that, being that the police around here work for Geneco, not justice.). A little salve there, then on the cut up skin, and the job was done. Not quite as bloody as before, but hey, she still sang a little as she did her job.
Natasha straightened her little corset tied over a black wifebeater and walked out of the alleyway, tossing her hair over her shoulder confidently.
"Is your fiiiiigurrrrre less than Greek? Is your mouth…a little weak?"
A newspaper blew by her. "Mysterious deaths, new sickness…or new Repo man?" the headline read. She raised an eyebrow. She took it no one has seen her. Good. She didn't bother wearing a bulky helmet or a mask like the last Repo man, just a surgeons mask to keep any spraying blood from infecting her with god-knows-what these junkies have nowadays and comfortable clothing.
"When you open it to speak, are you smaaaart?"
She took off her surgeons mask, forgetting it was even on. It was just so darned warm, and no one would look twice at someone wearing a mask nowadays.
"But doooon't change your haaaair for me…not if you caaaare for me…"
Little did Natasha know she was actually being watched from the least expected way she could have ever imagined…from a dumpster.
"Staaaay, little Valentine…staaay! Each day is Valentine's day."
Short, I know. Thats just the first chapter. I already have 18 pages of the story done, ladies and gents. XD