A/N: Hey everyone, Yuumi here. This is my first Repo! fic as you may know so I hope you tell me what you think of it when you read it (if there's anything I should change, add, etc.). In this fanfic, Mag meets Shilo before she tells Rotti she's quitting GeneCo. I was going to do it the other way as it was in the film, but knowing her character she'd probably rather stay and die with dignity rather than run away from it. I don't know if I'm going to pair up Mag and Nathan in the future chapters yet. I mean, I can see that happening and I support the pairing, but I'm not sure whether I should do it or not. I mean, in fics where two adults accompanied by a daughter/son of one of the adults usually end up with them falling in love, and next thing you know, marriage! It's quite trite, if you ask me but if you want me to do it I will. I don't think I'd mind doing that in Mag and Nathan's case. Oh, and by the way, I don't own REPO! The Genetic Opera. You already know that, but you know...I'm kinda supposed to say it. Well, enjoy! :D

I. I Must Go

The day she chose to see – the day she chose to sign the contract with GeneCo – she signed her life away. It was the perfect trade, eyesight for the price of her voice. She didn't have to worry about paying for the corneas; her service to the company was the payment for it. She didn't have to worry about any repo men coming after her. As long as she stayed loyal and faithful to GeneCo, there was nothing for her to worry about. It was the perfect trade. It was her biggest mistake.

It was a foolish decision to sign that contract. She should have known of its consequences but her desire to see had clouded her judgment. In the eyes of many, Magdalene DeFoe had the perfect life. In reality, she was a slave. A slave, whose freedom will never be granted. A slave, whose freedom will never come. There was no way for her to break free; she's read that contract millions of times and found no loopholes.

Ending her life was the only way to attain freedom and if death was the only answer, then so be it. She will not protest, beg for her salvation, or run away when repo men come to claim her eyes. She won't was her purpose in this world anyway? Marni was gone and so was Shilo. Nathan rarely spoke to her anymore. She had nothing to live for. If her life was the price of freedom then so be it; she would tell him later exactly that. She would rather die than work for a corrupt bastard like Rotti Largo.

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This will be quick, she told herself as she watched the stranger directly across her.

Shilo Wallace wasn't supposed to go outside of her quarters. She had to keep herself locked in the confines of her house – often her room – because of her unknown blood condition. "It isn't safe," her father would always tell her. "It's too risky," he would always say.

"Blind Mag will be there..."

But how could she refuse? She had always wanted to meet the famed opera singer. All her life she'd only seen the woman on television, hoping to have a voice as great as hers. Of course because of her blood disease (her damn blood disease!), she never had an opportunity to see any of her performances live like other citizens of the city did. Now she had the chance to see Blind Mag. What harm could it do?

I'll be back before Dad gets home, Shilo told herself.

Heaving a sigh and casting another quick glance at the mausoleum, she gave the man a quick nod and the vehicle moved.

This will be quick...