This is my first time writing fanfics, so please don't be upset with my crappy story-telling. I've never been very good at writing, but I can take any criticism you guys can dish you, so please be honest if you take the time to review my stories. The way I see it, it can only help me learn where to improve, so be brutal.

Repo! is property of Terrence Zdunich, Darren Smith and Darren Lynn Bousman. GeneCo, Amber, Rotti, Grave-Robber and any other characters who show up in this story that were in the movie are also their property. Alyss is property of my girlfriend, as she came up with her and simply letting me use her character. All other characters belong to me.

The first two chapters of the story are based off of some drawings my girlfriend did which recount essentially the same events, but the way she tells the story is a bit different. But, the drawings are really good, so I recommend checking them out. Check them and other drawings out at her deviantart account, IshiKaru . Go to her Repo! The Genetic Opera collection for the drawings of the story.

Chapter 1: Petty Obsessions

2059. Three years following the death of Rotti Largo. GeneCo is now run by Amber Sweet, Rotti's daughter. Repossessions are still an active practice. The Repo-Men still roam the streets, blending into the unsuspecting crowds. With the hand of GeneCo now considerably weakened, the Grave-Robbers have become more active. Some are more careful, however, as the security on graveyards has been increased to compensate for the rise of grave robbing. Because of this, a new form of Grave-Robber has arisen: The Zydrate Retrievers. More cunning and skilled, the Retrievers aid the Grave-Robbers steal zydrate from the bodies of the deceased. Our story follows one of these Retrievers; a woman named Alyss, now around 30. Formerly a GeneCo employee, she now works with the Grave-Robbers. Free from the obligation she once had to GeneCo, she lives her life as she sees fit. Unbeknownst to her, however, there is someone else with their eyes on her…

Alyss placed her newly attained zydrate in her bag, cursing to herself about allowing that 'idiotic' Grave-Robber to trick her into doing his dirty work again.

"Tch…" she scoffed to herself. "I should make that jackass do this himself some time…" Alyss walked out of the graveyard, carefully avoiding the attention of the guards. Once she was a distance away from the gate, she sat down to have a little rest. She looked up at the moon and admired its glow, only to have one of GeneCo's flying billboards block her view with an advertisement for a new type of eye that lets you zoom in to see things on a microscopic level.

"Hmph…who the hell would buy something so stupid…" Alyss whispered begrudgingly, putting her hand over where her right eye would be. She got up and walked towards the rendezvous point with the Grave-Robber, unaware of the figure watching her from atop the building behind her.

"Oh, she's cute," said the shadow. "Can't really blame him for wanting her. Heh…maybe he'll let me borrow her sometime…" Realizing that Alyss was getting out of view, the figure jumped to the next rooftop to continue pursuit.

WHAM! Alyss kicked the dumpster in front of her. A loud thud emanated from inside and a loud yelp could be heard. The dumpster opened, and out came a Grave-Robber, rubbing his head.

"Why do you always have to be so rough? I was taking a nap," the Grave-Robber complained, as this was not the first time Alyss had so rudely awakened/injured him.

"The same reason you can never get your own damn Glow anymore," she said disdainfully, dropping the bag full of zydrate on his head where he had hurt himself. He opened the bag and counted the number of vials.

"A few of them seem to be missing…" the Grave-Robber frowned, knowing full well how many vials he had given Alyss.

"Consider it a finder's fee," Alyss chuckled, flaunting one of the vials she had kept for herself. The Grave-Robber pouted almost comically. "Don't give me that face. It's not like I got caught or anything…unlike someone…" Alyss rolled her eye, referencing the very Grave-Robber she was speaking to.

"You say that as if I do it on purpose," he said with a ridiculous puppy-dog type face.

"Yes, well, I'd be more inclined to believe you if you didn't make yourself so conspicuous…Honestly," she said, folding her arms and glaring at him like an angry mother, "Screaming at the top of your lungs isn't exactly the best way to avoid attention!" The Grave-Robber smiled and shrugged.

"What's the fun of grave robbing if there isn't a sense of danger?" he asked innocently. It was obvious that this wasn't what he was thinking, though. His tone suggested to Alyss that what he meant by that was "I honestly don't give a damn what you think," though he knew if he said that, the claw gloves that Alyss used for moving dirt while digging (and to look cool) would be digging through his intestines within seconds. Alyss shook her head, rather disappointed in the Grave-Robber's attitude. The Grave-Robber went back into the dumpster and closed the lid. He then peeked his head back out. "By the way," he said quickly, "thanks for getting me my Glow." He winked at her and reclosed the lid. Alyss then kicked the dumpster as hard as she could. Another loud thud and yelp came from the dumpster as Alyss walked away. Meanwhile, on the rooftop, the figure was still watching her, but now with two others. The clouds parted, and the moonlight shown on them, seemingly highlighting the glistening blood that stained their white coats. One of the two whistled.

"That girl's got some fight in her, don't she?" the figure said with an almost sarcastic chuckle. The third figure simply closed his eyes. He stood up and looked down on Alyss as she entered the alleyway just below them.

"Let's move," he said to the other two figures. The two nodded and prepared to confront their prey.