The Taste Of Victory

A quick note about my other stories, I am currently taking a short break from writing my book. I decided to write this one-shot to clear my head a little. I will be updating my stories soon thanks to everyone who ahs stuck with me.

Disclaimer : I don't own Repo! The genetic opera, I don't make any money from this story its all for fun.

The Repo man stalked his victim down a dark alley right off of Fifth Street. The sad soul had no way to escape his fate and they both knew it. The Repo man loomed closer slowly backing the victim into a corner. The man looked up fear gripping his heart; he froze unmoving under the menacing shadow of the Repo man.

" Please I can get the money I'll pay " he begged repeatedly pleading for a second chance, but Gene Co never gave second chances everyone knew that.

The Repo man remained stoic, the mans pleas going unheard, he moved his bag towards the ground glancing over at the scared man. Why did people always beg when the Repo man came knocking, it wouldn't make a difference. He checked his chart one more time making sure the information was correct.

Name : Scott Worthington

Default : heart six months over due

Condition: terminate

The Legal assassin pulled out a scalpel, jabbing it into the defaults chest, a shrill scream piercing the otherwise quiet night air. The Repo moved with precision in a rhythm that had been performed time and time again.

The man died quickly from the wounds that had been inflicted on his body. The Repo smiled behind his mask at another fine kill for the evening. He knew Rotti would be pleased when he brought the heart back. He pulled the scalpel out of the body slowly, blood spattering the ground and his black suit. Wiping the knife off before putting it back and pulling out a bag to put the heart into.

Moving the heart carefully from the body to not damage it and putting it in the bag with the Gene Co symbol on it. Standing up, not bothering to do anything with the body, the garbage truck would be by to pick it up anyway. In the morning everyone would know what happened here.

Some people would know sooner than normal, because in the shadows on a rooftop by the spot where the body was now lying in cold blood sat Graverobber. He didn't make a sound just watched, he knew that with a new default came more of the drug he needed to do his job.

Who knew that one kill could help two jobs. It wasn't the Repo man walking away, he didn't care about the Zydrate left in the body or anything else to do with it after getting back his property.

Graverobber moved stealthily through the darkness, moving silently towards the body pulling out a needle from his bag. He leaned down next to the head. Never looking at the unseeing eyes from the body as he thrust the needle into the skull, pulling out the blue liquid that made him so popular.

Then the body was useless. The two men had already gotten what they needed from it and parted ways.

The night became still again.

A/N this is a one shot fanfiction, I hope you liked it.