Author's Note: I do not own anything, and you simply know it. :)
I really wanted to write something connected to the brilliant Repo! Unfortunately, I don't think this drabble is one of the better creations of mine. I was in a quite moody condition and needed to release it. Anyway, reviews are much appreciated. Maybe, I will write something more in this section. R&R!
The man who cured the globe cannot stop his own extinsion.
It is going to sound impossible for everyone except himself, isn't it? Who will cry on his grave? Who will really cry? Is there going to be such people who will?
If yes, are they going to be my children? Doubtful, so doubtful, I think. Yes, they are the quite pathetic continuation of the Largo family... My children were a bust.
Why do I say this? Aren't I the man who gave life to them? Shouldn't I love them? Shouldn't I trust them? Shouldn't I be proud of them like a true father?
Shouldn't I...feel sorry for them?
No. I can't feel sorry, even though they are my flesh and blood. Once I felt sorry for my children, looking at them growing. Observing, as Luigi was becoming more and more hysterical, as Pavi was becoming more and more lustful, as Amber was becoming more and more selfish. Is it all because of money? Or, perhaps, because of the genes they inherited from me?
Genes, oh genes. I put my life on genes. I'm the most powerful, the most adored man in the world thanks to them. My GeneCo has saved millions. Millions are thankful, aren't they? My empire is invicible, isn't it?
But I'm invicible. Soon they'll have to learn how to live without me.
...Will I meet my lovely Marni there? I'm almost sure I'll not. I'm going straight to hell, but she's not there.
Your daughter is growing up, Marni. Shilo's a smart girl; she could be a much better candidate for my legacy. Why does she resemble you so much? And why is she his? She could be my daughter...
No, Marni, I'm not going to go to hell alone. I'll take Nathan Wallace with me.
Why did you leave me? For him? Was he better than me, Marni? Why was he better? I could make you the happiest woman in our miserable world, but you made another choice. That's why you're laying in the grave now, my love. That's why you can't see Shilo growing.
Filled with thoughts, I haven't even noticed how tired I am. Yes, I'm the founder of GeneCo, I'm the savior, I'm the God in the millions of eyes - and I'm still a human. Simply a man who is sick and who is dying. Can it even be possible?
Now it's high time to finish up with thoughts. Thoughts are such a waste of time, and don't worry, I still have some intentions to put into effect.
The world isn't going to forget Rotti Largo soon, is it?
