Hello readers! This is the first chapter of my first published fanfic ever. I love Repo! and I hope this honors the movie as much as possible. There will be more chapters later, with some eventual smut *wink* Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Repo! Although, owning Terrance Zdunich would be pretty freakin' sweet... :D Enjoy the story.
It was nightime in the city. The lowlifes were out to play. The whores on every street corner calling out prices and "special favors", the Zydrate addicts in every dark corner or alley feinding looking for their next fix. Looking for GraveRobber. Well, so was she and she'll be damned if anyone gets there first and hold him up before she does. As Amber Sweet walked the dark streets, she peered down every alley before starting to the next one. The light from the burning garbage, street lights, and towering buildings gave everything a neon glow highlighting the faces of the hookers and the addicts, giving them a clownlike look. In her mind, none of them will ever be as beautiful as she is. None of them could even afford the work she has done, nor handle the sheer amount work that has been done. Weekley procedures whether it's lip plumping, fat suctioning on her thighs, a different eye color, a new heart. She kept up on it all. All the new trends and new models created every week. After all, she was a potential heiress to GeneCo, she gets word of the most exclusive models before anyone else. But right now, the new kidneys were killing her and if she didn't get her fix of Z fast enough, she feared she would pass out right there on the street.
So she looked and asked. Finally a brunette-headed whore with a mohawk smoking a cigarette told her "He went home for the night. Tired or something". She took a long drag from her cigarette and continued in her nasally voice, "I would tell you where he lives but it will cost ya some dough". The whore looked at her with shiny, beady eyes. Amber huffed a sigh and pulled her black trenchcoat around her. She was really pissed off. She needed that money to pay GraveRobber for the Zydrate. She only brought enough credits for one vial but knowing how whores work, she'll probably get cleaned out. One thing Amber learned though is that if you show a whore your money, they'll tell you what you nedd to know. Forcing a smile, she pulled the credits out of her pocket and showed it to the whore. The whore broke out into a grin, showing off several teeth brown from rot. She reached her hand out and tried to grab at the credits but Amber snatched her hand away. She bounced the credits on the palm of her hand and said "Uh-uh. You tell me where he is first". Amber tapped her foot expectantly on the ground and waited, trying to swallow down her screams of pain as her kidneys burned up inside of her. The whore glared at her, so Amber just stared her down until the whore snorted and finally said "He's in his apartment, on West 34 Street. The tall building. Now give me the cash!" Amber handed her the bills as the whore giggled greedily "Thank ya verryyy much Miss Sweet!". And with that, the whore sashayed off into the night, leaving Amber alone in the alley.
Amber, using her best judgement as her guards were not with her to lead her around the city, wandered around until she found the street sign that said West 34. It was on the other side of the city, this old run down ghetto positively filled to the brim with Zydraye addicts with their shadows under their eyes. She stared down the street, avoiding sewage puddles and trash along the way. She did NOT want to ruin her new red pumps.
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