Author's Notes: This is the backstory of my Repo! The Genetic Opera charcter, Alessandro Tarantino. He's a roleplay character, a repo man. (If you want to find him on facebook, its /AlessandroTheRepoMan) If you don't like repo, then just leave.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Repo! The Genetic Opera things.. I'd love to, but I just don't. Just a fan here.
Alessandro's Story, Chapter One, The Monster is Born
Alessandro sat in his room, crying. He had gotten an A- on a test at school, and his horrible drunken step-father hit him in the face with a hot frying pan. "Why me.. why me..?" he sobbed. He lay on his bed, face buried in face, cheek bruised and slightly burned. He lifted his head and saw that the sunny day he had seen before had now become a thunder storm, almost suddenly. He looked around his room, and tears flowed down his face. This wasn't the first time his step father had hit him, once he had cut his arm with a knife and forced him to lick up all the blood. Another time, he had beaten Ale unconscious with a mallet. Ale knew that horrible man hit his mother too and the thought angered him more than then him being hit himself. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, thinking of everything that his mother has gone through, and got up. "I'm not going to let him hurt me, or hurt her again. I'm going to stand up to him this time."
He walked out into the hallway and into the kitchen. "What the fuck do you want?" spat his step-father. "I live here too. You didn't pay for the house, you can't even pay for your own clothes, you fat lazy drunk!" He slapped Ale, and Ale fell to the floor, but got up instantly. "Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that? Get out of my sight you little shithead!" he bellowed, and Ale's mother ran in and began pleading him to let Ale stay, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ale had no idea why she put up with him; he was a rude and violent drunk. He swung the frying pan and hit her in the head with it, and she collapsed to the floor sobbing. This had pushed Ale over the edge, and he was full of rage. He grabbed the frying pan from the man and hit him in the face with it and kept hitting him until he was sure that he wouldn't be getting up any time soon, and Ale ran to his mother and held her in his arms.
"Ale.. I love you so much.. You look so much like your father… I.. that man is not your real father… Your father was kind.. and gentle… but he died when you were a year old… I'm so sorry for putting you through all this… with that man…" She looked at him, and rubbed his cheek with her soft hand. "Please mom.. you can't die.. please.." Ale choked out, the flow of tears growing greater and greater by the second. "Ale… I love you.. remember that…" She said, and closed her eyes for the final time. "No! Mom..! No.. please no! Mom.. mom.." He cried, holding his mother's lifeless body. He ran his fingers through her hair, and placed her down. He got up and went to the cupboard for a knife. He found a nice, sharp one and went over and bent down beside his half-dead step father. He grabbed his hair, lifting up his head and slashed his throat, and opened his eyes and watched the life leave his horrible carcass. When Ale knew he was dead, he threw the head to the floor and stomped on it, leaving a pool of blood. Ale knew he'd be sent to jail, even if he was just 16, for this. He gently picked up his mother, and brought her to the garage and placed her into the car, in the back seat, as though she was sleeping. He went back and dragged his dead step father and threw him in the trunk, like the trash he was.
He went back into the house and bleached the blood and cleaned it. He returned to the car, and opened the garage and drove out of town, to a big and deserted forest. He pulled a shovel out of the trunk. He sloppily dug a cheap grave in the middle of the forest for the horrid man, and threw his body in and buried it. He brought his mother to a part of the forest he'd always felt safe in, a part with a big tree, and a very natural feeling. Carefully, he dug a grave for his mother, placed her in it and buried her. "I'm so sorry, mom… You deserve so much better than this… than him… I would have a funeral…. But I don't have the money, and the police'd send me to jail for killing him…. I'm sorry that I made everything worse… that I got you killed.. you never asked for this.. you never asked for him… I promise to avenge your death. I'll make the horrible things called humans pay for everything they did to you. I promise… Goodbye.. Mom.." He sobbed, and the wiped his tears and the son, the loving, the caring person he was had died. There was a new person inside his body. The monster inside was born, and was in control.