For the record, this is a fanfic that immediately follows the end of the movie. If you havent seen it, do it! Repo the genetic opera. I do not own Repo or any of its characters. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only. WARNING: This story has graphic and violent scenes involving rape, death, torture, and sex. If any of these offend you please read no further. And please don't message me and complain about the content. you were warned, it's your own fault if you read on and find its too gruesome for you. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Sympathy and Death
Grave robber. That's what they all called him. Hell that's what he called himself. His true name had been forgotten too long ago to recall. Ever since he'd been on his own, prowling the streets, stealing and peddling drugs to get by, he had been Grave robber. And he was proud of that, in a twisted kind of way. He was the link between life and death, pain and bliss, need and satisfaction. He had thought that connection was enough, but after he met her, that started to change. What once filled him with excitement made him doubt and hate himself. The way she looked at him made him angry. Not because she judged him, or despised him. No, it was the infinite sadness he saw in those chocolate eyes that burned him. He saw sadness, regret, and agony, withdrawl, everyday he saw that. But it was different with her. She hadn't ruined her life the way the street walkers and gamblers he dealt with had. She was a little lost princess, locked away in her tower. The only person she ever knew and trusted betrayed her, and then died. She didn't gamble away her life; her life had never belonged to her. It made his heart ache, and his gut wrench. He hated it. He hated that he had to feel around her, the little sick orphan Shilo Wallace.
Shilo sat against the dumpster, trembling violently. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving pale rivers that ran through the blood that stained her skin. The blood of her father, and her godmother. The one who imprisoned her, the one who wanted her to be free, and the only two people she had ever known to love her. And they were gone. She hated them, and was so desperate for them to be there again that it felt like she would die. She had always felt alone up in her room. She laughed painfully. What a foolish child she had been. Her misery in that bedroom could never compare to this hollow void that filled her chest, devouring her heart. Vaguely she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up, the heavy yet hesitant footsteps so much like her fathers. But it wasn't her father, and it never would be again.
"Kid, is that you?..." The dark voice, so familiar and so alien at the same time pulled her only slightly out of her trance. Her teary eyes focused on his familiar pale face. What wasn't familiar was the horrified expression he wore. He slowly kneeled down in front of her, his dark eyes lacking their characteristic mischievous glow. The smirk he so often wore was gone, replaced by a slightly slack jawed look of shock. She stared back at him blankly.
"Kid, say something, are you injured?" He said, grabbing her arm, shaking lightly. She blinked and looked down at herself, covered in blood.
"It's not my blood…" She whispered, looking back up at him. The shock on his face lessened slightly and he sat down, grunting.
"I see…so all that commotion about the opera…the girl whose father died on stage….it was you wasn't it." He looked at her with what he hoped was a sympathetic expression. Sympathy was not an emotion he was accustomed too. She nodded mutely. He couldn't help but to stare at the girl. Sure she had always been a bit skittish, a nervous girl. But before she had a bit of rebellion in her, she had spirit. What he saw before him now resembled one of his corpses more than a living breathing girl. The life was gone from her eyes, and she was still as stone except for the small tremors that wracked her every few minutes. He sighed, swiftly lifting her up. He almost stumbled, surprised by how light she really was. She looked up at him, with what looked like a spark of surprise in her eyes. He was glad to see the emotion, one other than agony on her face. Then, as quick as it appeared it was gone. She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes as he carried her away into the darkness.
Authors note: I am going to attempt to keep the characters as close in personality to their portrayal in the movie as I can, but many experiences they will face in this story were not seen in the movie, so their reactions can only be guessed at. have patience with me, and please let me know what you think. I will post updates as regularly as possible, at least once every 4-5 days whenever I can.