Bored and obsessing. Needed to get thoughts out before my Repo! imaginings take over my life. Random idea, dunno if it will really go anywhere, my guess is it will end up in the heaping pile of mistreated stories I've made up. But enjoy while it lasts? Or hate it, but don't complain, you're the one who chose it.

I don't own Repo! (The Genetic Opera, in case you were confused.) Not even a copy of the movie other than the one on my iPod that I can't stop watching.

17 years of threats, bribery and dealing with the constant nagging of her boss's spoiled brats. Mag hated every second of life under Rotti Largo and GeneCo. Advertising his disgusting services and products was degrading enough, but recently it made her feel like she was slicing people up herself and it made her sick to think of it. She had signed her contract without being able to read it and soon after being given the ability to do so, she wished she had declined.

For a few months after her surgery, things were easy, even good. She got to truly see the world for the first time and live out her childhood dreams of singing opera music for an adoring audience. After working endlessly for those long months, Mag had asked for a break, just a short one to visit her very sick and very pregnant best friend Marni. She had heard stories of Rotti's temper, but being a very profitable resource to him, she assumed he would grant her this small freedom. She was wrong

Rotti was enraged at the mention of Marni's life with Nathan when he had once planned to share his own life with her. She argued with him, claiming that she could leave if she wanted to. He laughed at her and slid a copy of her contract across the table.

"Read the highlighted part, it's my favorite," he chuckled darkly as she scanned over the passage he had mentioned.

"This is ludicrous! You can't keep me here forever like some animal!" Her usually pale complexion flushed red with rage. Rotti matched her with ease.

"That's where you're wrong. You signed the papers! I held up my part and gave you those mechanical marvels that rest so precariously inside your skull. How easily they could be plucked back from you!" Mag stared across at him with an expression of both horror and disgust. He leaned over the desk, his face only an inch from hers. "Hold up your end of the bargain or I'll pull my gifts straight out from that pretty little face myself and you will live out the rest of your numbered days in the dark. Though you are my property, you are not above a visit from the Repo Man." She would not allow him to intimidate her, she raised a hand and struck him hard in the face. He merely leaned back into his chair and gave her a menacing smile.

"I will have to keep you in line then, won't I? There is only one way to punish such disobedience. I'm sorry Mag, but you leave me with few options," Her look of triumph faded and was replaced with uneasy confusion. He clicked a button on his desk and a one of his henchwomen appeared on the screen behind him.

"Yes, Mr. Largo?" The woman's voice was cool and empty.

"Send in my son to teach Miss Mag a lesson."

"Which one, sir?"

"Whichever one you believe would be the best to ensure the lesson sticks," He kept his eyes fixed on Mag, filling with delight as he watched fear start to seep into her features. "And be quick please, we shouldn't keep our celebrity waiting."

Surely enough, Mag suffered for her defiance at the hands of Luigi Largo. Not only did he have a temper, but he had also lusted after her and made his interest known on several occasions. On orders from his father he had taken her rejections quietly until now, but tonight he had been told that he could do whatever was necessary to secure her cooperation with the company. He did exactly what he had wanted for ages and then some. But Mag wouldn't let herself be weak. She suffered beneath him in silence and without tears as he had his way with her and when he was finished with that, he hit her and slammed her into walls and tables. He satisfied not only his lust for her body, but also his lust for violence. Her blood dried in smears against his expensive furniture and his immaculately polished hardwood floor.

His housekeepers let her out of his extravagant city house after he had finally exhausted himself into a peaceful sleep. The thought of Luigi being at peace after that ordeal was beyond her comprehension and she was revolted by the very idea.

A few weeks later, she got the call from Nathan saying that her best friend and her future goddaughter were dead. Mag's heart broke in that instant. She shattered every time she had a moment alone. She had lost the hope she had clung to for anything to be okay again. The light in the dark had been extinguished and her own existence mocked her. She refused any food and seemed to be running solely on the thought that this was all that she had left. The eyes she had once regarded as a gift were now just chains binding her to GeneCo and forcing her to see her own empty and worsening reflection.

But then another light flickered in the distance, a bittersweet flame burning within her view. Mag herself had become pregnant. She knew that it was the child of a monster, but she couldn't help but to think that this was a sign sent to save her from herself. She began to care about her health again, if only to protect the life inside her. She ate full meals and kept herself on Rotti's good side. Telling him seemed like it could go badly, but he didn't react like he thought she would. This was the child of his son and he allowed her to keep it as long as she cooperated fully and performed for the company until she was noticeably large and then again after she gave birth. She agreed to his terms, she had no choice. Either way, whether she kept the child she carried or not, she would be forced to remain as Blind Mag, the voice of GeneCo. At least this way she had a reason to continue.

She would find herself alone in her dressing room, singing quietly and beautifully to her baby before each show. Luigi had been told, but he didn't care. He had moved on from Mag and onto several other younger and more willing girls and this suited her just fine. In her quiet home, she would sit and stare in wonder at her slowly expanding abdomen, marveling at the sense of purpose it gave her. Finally, she had someone she could teach about the world, something pure that she could help to grow into a destiny far greater than the one she had signed her life away for. Mag would make damn sure that this child never fell into the hands of Rotti or his monstrous corporate machine.

Wow. That turned out to be a bit longer than I intended for an opener, but I have conned myself into trying this out, so tell me what you think. Unless you have anything incredibly negative to say, in which case, hum a nice little tune instead. Anywho, thank you for indulging this and if you so will it, it may grow into something more, so stay tuned. –XTAPX