I don't own Repo! Don't own any characters, accept Tori, Mikhail, and their parents. Course you never meet them. xP Hope you like it.
I stared out my window, as the blimp television floated by, sighing. My eighteenth birthday, and my parents were out working, again. I tugged at a blonde strand of hair in my face. Honey blonde hair, hazel gold eyes, pale white skin. School was out and summer sucked so far. I shut the window, walking down the hall to the bathroom, and just stared at the stranger in the mirror. My short white gown giving my skin a little color.
"Tori! Where are you?" I heard my big brother calling me. When was he ever going to move out? "Tori?" he called again, I pulled my ridiculously long blonde hair into a low ponytail, and going down the stairs, my hand on the rail. "Here Mikhail." I said in my too mellow tone for these screwed up times. "Ah, there you are. Mum's staying late at the hospital tonight. And dad, well, you know him." he smiled. His warm brown eyes looking up to me gratefully. His brown hair, shaved close as usual. He had that smile. Something was up. "Mikhail, what are you not telling me?" I growled accusingly.
"You might want to sit down. Let's go to your room." Mikhail led me back, this couldn't be good. He sat me down on my bed, my hand in his. God, his fingers were so much longer than mine, and tanner. He must've gotten a surgery. I only had surgery to replace my frail heart. I wasn't into the whole surgery as a fashion statement thing. "Well, you know how mom and dad have been struggling with keeping up with our debts?" he said as calmly as possible. I hated this approach. "...yes." I said unenthusiastically as usual. "Well, they got desparate. You'll never have to pay again! It'll be good for you!" he said, avoiding the truth. But I already knew the answer. They'd sold me to the Largos.
I felt my heart drop to my gut. No. They really couldn't! I jumped up a bit too quickly, Mikhail quickly catching me. "Now, now. It's not too bad. The siblings will take care of you. You will be like a personal maid." he said. "A maid!?" I screeched. "Well, not really. They watch after you, but you have to do what they tell you." Mikhail amended. I gulped back the scream I so wanted to let out. "When do they get here?" I whispered. My throat burned, my mouth suddenly dry. "The car's waiting for you. Your things are packed, I'm sorry. We did it for you in your sleep. Only the essentials they said." he helped me stand. This was one hell of a birthday gift. I could barely see straight.
My heart pounded in my head, it was hard to breathe. I gulped again, it was just air. I saw a black limo in front of the house. The house I'd grown up in. The house I expected to live in until I moved out voluntarily. "Now, Now my child. Don't you cry. I'll always love you, listen to my lullaby." my brother silently sang into my ear. "Then why, must I go?" my throat dry, my voice hoarse. "We'll always miss you." he said, shutting the door. When had I gotten into the seat. I looked to see Pavi and Luigi Largo sitting in the limo across from me. I was definitely not going to enjoy this. "Victoria Scarlett?" Pavi smiled. "Tori." I muttered. Luigi frowned, "Weren't you raised with manners?" he asked. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." I replied, continuing to look down.
"It is nice to meet you. I'll make sure to make your life better than it has ever been!" Pavi smiled. I highly doubted that, but I would have to be kind to their faces. "Thank you Mr. Largo. Both of you are too kind. It's quite an honor in my mind." I replied, plastering on a smile. "Please, call me Pavi. Mr. Largo was my pappi." he laughed. I winced a bit, he looked scarier in person, they both did. I wonder if the rumors were true that he got his faces from the women he slept with each night. We were silent the rest of the way, so I just stared out the window, watching as everything passed. It was a quiet ride, until we got to their home. I wasn't paying much attention as we went in, but next thing I knew, I was in a room with one of their scary guards. Her long ponytail sharp. The guns and weapons threateningly obvious. Her sunglasses making it unobvious to where exactly she was looking. She stood at the door, I could've sworn she was staring right through me.
I let my hair loose and sat down on the bed. I looked up and saw her walk out of the room, that same frown on her face. I wouldn't run away, five bucks I'd get caught and be shot on the spot before I even got off the estate. I walked over to my window, and opened it, sitting on the sill. The wind felt good in this weather. I thought about what they could possibly want with me. My mind wandered to those genterns who always accompanied them, I shuddered at the thought. How degrading and vile. I looked to the large case of books, wandering over, running my finger over the titles. Most were fantasy, things I liked. Must have done some research before hand or something. I pulled out one and sat back on the sill, using the moon for light. I heard some rustling below me, I was only on the second story. I looked down seeing a person with long brown hair with different colored streaks in it and a fur shouldered jacket on, that was all I saw, until he looked up. He looked up at me, surprised, and grinned. How had he not been caught yet? "How unfortunate. It seems I've been caught." He called, I furrowed my brow, and noticed a dead gentern and a needle shot in his other hand. A glowing blue liquid in the vial. No way. Was he, a grave robber? I'd only heard about them on the news and seen posters.
What was he doing here? "What're you doing here? You have to go before they catch you!" I hissed down at him, putting my book on the bed. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your long hair." He laughed. What the hell? I noticed my hair flowing partly over my shoulder. Oh. It was a tad long. That wasn't funny though, it only went to my waist. That wasn't even funny. I noticed a search light and ducked in my window quickly. Even here they had lights. I came back up when it was gone, and looked to see if he'd gotten caught yet. He was gone. Where had he gone? "Mr. Grave Robber?" I called quietly. "You called." I heard him laugh at my side. "Eep!" I squeaked, almost falling out the window. He grabbed my arm though just in time. "So, Rapunzel, are you always this reckless or am I special?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes, looking back out the window, wondering how he'd gotten here. The windows were conveniently located. "Who are you?" I asked. "Isn't obvious? I'm Grave Robber." He chuckled. "So, what's a little kid like you doing on the Largo estate?" he smirked. I looked away, feeling a pang in my chest. His smirk disappeared. "Hey kid, something up?" he asked. "My parents sold me to pay for their debts to the Largo siblings. I no longer have a debt as long as I stay here and do what they tell me. On my eighteenth birthday, my gift is a surprise." "Surprise?" "Surprise! We're giving you to the Largos because we don't love you!" I growled.
"Ouch. Sucks for you." He laughed. "Oh Tori~ It's time to get ready to go to the show!" I heard Pavi through the door, my eyes widening. "Tori?" the man next to me snorted. "Hide!" I hissed under my breath. "Tori? You there?" Pavi called. I rushed to the door, flinging it open, making sure the grave robber was out of sight. "Mr. Pavi. I'm sorry. I didn't hear you at first. I'll get ready, thank you." I began to shut the door, until he caught the door, smirking. "Now, now you naughty girl, what are you hiding?" I felt my cheeks burn, "Nothing!" I squeaked. Pavi dropped his hand, turning. "Luigi will be at your door in 30 minutes. Be ready." He winked, leaving me. I shut the door, still blushing a bit. Men were so weird. "That was close." Grave Robber chuckled. "Ack!" he covered my mouth before I could scream. "Shhh, you want me to be caught? Do I have to cut your tongue?" he chuckled. I shook my head, knowing I wouldn't be able to just talk with his hand over my mouth. He removed his hand from my mouth, I just breathed, noticed him still smirking. "What?" I stared at him, confused. "Your heart's racing." He smirked. My cheeks burned as I walked over to my closet. "You shouldn't stay, I have to change anyway." I looked through my closet. I didn't hear him move. "It wouldn't be the first time I've seen a girl naked." He chuckled. My cheeks raged with heat. I grabbed a huge stuffed Domo-kun, and flung it at him, and he just laughed.
"I'm leaving, geez. Such a girl. But you have to pay me." I heard him laugh. I turned, to glare at him, but noticed how close he'd gotten. He grinned, "Nothing's free my dear. Time is money. And if you can't pay with dough…" Before I could object, I felt his rough lips against mine. He pulled back as fast as he'd kissed me. "See ya, Rapunzel~" he sang, disappearing. I put my hand to my lips. My first kiss taken by him. That taste, that dark flavor. My head shouted no, but it was too late. I leaned against the wall, my hand over my lips. I'd need to lock my window. If that'd keep him out. He'd gotten to the second floor and he took zydrate from dead bodies for a living, would I stand a chance? Suddenly there were sirens outside, I rushed to the window, just to see him dodge the people and go over the wall, he gave me a wave. The female guard and some genterns rushed into my room to check on me. "She's still here, he didn't get a hold of her." The guard said into her cuff it looked like. She looked to me, "Did he talk to you?" she demanded from me. I should lie. "No, when I heard the sirens, I rushed to the window. Who was he?" I asked. She didn't say and just walked out.
One of the genterns, she looked younger than the rest, closer to my age. She had short black hair, that spiked in the back. She looked to me giving a sympathetic smile, staying behind. "So, you're the new girl. I'm Marie. I've been a gentern for about a few months for them. That's probably what they really want with you. He's the Grave Robber that never gets caught. Amber has a thing for him. I've seen." She giggled. "She'll only get zydrate from him, but don't tell anyone I told you. She'd have my lungs for it, if she knew I'd told you." She whispered. I heard myself giggle, but covered my mouth. How long had it been since I'd laughed or smiled? Too long. "I'll help you get ready. I know what they want. You should take those knee-highs off." I bit back my lip. Maybe my ankles would still be covered. I sat on the bed, and pulled off my socks. "Are those what I think they are?" she said a tad loudly. Oh God. I knew this would happen. "Are those, tattoos?" she asked. "…maybe… ok yes. I was 16, and I was being rebelliously idiotic with friends. I've kept them covered ever since." I confessed, running my fingers over the black streaks resembling anklets that weaved over my ankles. One on each ankle. And I wasn't about to get surgery to get rid of them. It was all I had left.
"Why not get-" "Surgery? No thanks. I'll keep them. And they're all I have left." I muttered. "Oh, I'm sorry." She whispered, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple tube top that tied at the bottom. "Perfect." She whispered. I looked up and felt my face drop. "Are you serious?" I squeaked. She giggled nodding, tossing me the clothes and grabbing a pair of my combat boots. I pulled on the jeans, and grabbed my studded belt quickly, and pulled on my shirt. "Jacket?" "No." "Why?" "You look cute, they'll make you take it off anyway." Marie giggled, leading me out. This was going to be a long night. My first night and I was already despising my forced new life…
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