The Necro Merchant's Debt

WARNING: This is a pretty gory story, with a dark undertone. Also, homosexuality is present.

A/N: For those of you who are familiar with the film 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' You must know that I am a huge fan. This is based roughly on Repo; I've split characters, added characters, and I've pretty much redone the overall plot of the original film.

Those of you who are not familiar with the film, and you enjoy quirky cult classics, surreal atmospheres and can stomach some gore, than I encourage you to check it out. It's a very well done movie, and a very creative concept.

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Chapter 1: It's a Thankless Job

-Bakura-

Chink...Squelch...Slice...Pop....Gurgle...

The sounds I have become accustomed to. The sounds of agony, of death and of pain. At first, those terrorized screams would ring in my ears for days. Chilling, cacophonous wails reverberating in my mind. Clinging to me like lost children, condemning me for the terrible thing I had done.

The sound of screams mean nothing to me now.

People say that blood has no particular odor to it. I beg to differ. That particular stench is as familiar to me as colon. It smells like molten metal and burning plastic. It tends to mingle with the scent of my laundry detergent.

There are a select few people in the world that are permitted to gaze into the anomaly that is the human body. What man can say that he has looked at his own heart, and lived? Not one.

A surgeon explores the body out of desire to heal. To improve, preserve and understand life. They have taken an oath to do so.

I am not a surgeon.

I explore the body, with no desire to heal. I dismember the sacred tabernacle of human life to destroy it. Why? Because...it's my job.

20 years ago....

Industrialization had crippled the globe. Pollution had run rampant, contaminating the very air. Organ failure had become a world-wide epidemic. Millions died, leaving hospitals unable to cope with the astounding number of needed transplants.

And yet, out of the ashes of death, rose a phoenix. Founded by corporate genius Pegasus Crawford, came GeneCo, a company that provided lab-made organs for transplants.

The company's success was inevitable, spreading to all corners of the globe. With it's popularity, it soon expanded it's market to offering surgery as a fashion statement! Plastic surgeries were performed on a daily basis, with the GeneCo slogan cheerfully plastered, 'It's what's on the inside that counts!'

The megalopolis company even managed to increase the rate of surgeries, by developing a special drug called 'Zydrate'. The bodily-based substance was meant to eliminate the pains of post-surgery, thus allowing a decrease in the gaps between various transplants.

With the even further increase in the demand for body parts, Pegasus soon realized that an alternative source for organs was required if the company was to stay afloat. In response, Pegasus opened a new company policy: 'If the patient is unable to pay for the initial surgery, organ financing is readily available. In the event that the patient misses a payment on the previously mentioned 'financed organ', GeneCo reserves the right to 're-posses' said organ .'

Hired to carry out GeneCo's repossessions were 'Repo-men', Specially trained surgeons hired to track down payment-skippers, and reclaim the company's property.

-Bakura, Present Day-

I suppose all those years ago, no one would have anything bad to say about GeneCo. Why would they? No one could have suspected that it would come to rule the world one day. To think, only 20 years ago, this city must have been a very different place. People didn't turn a blind eye to mangled bodies lying in the alleyways, or shoot themselves up silly with Zydrate to get a bit of a buzz.

I'm no different, I suppose. GeneCo has ended up dominating the bigger portion of life, I'm not too proud to say. Both of my parents had died before I turned 16. Desperate, I took a job with GeneCo on the 'corpse disposal' squad. He he, it's strange to think back on those days, when the sight of the dead bodies still made me squeamish.

Unfortunately for me, luck had never been on my side.

One night, while I was making my rounds, I spotted a dead girl lying propped against a crumbling wall that wasn't on my pickup list. I stopped the truck and got out, intending to go ahead and get rid of it. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my shoulder slam against the wall with an oppressing hand clutching at my neck.

A Repo Man had mistaken me for one of his targets, and had every intention of slicing out my kidneys right there. I had gotten angry, and headbutted him. He stumbled momentarily. I saw that as my chance to wrench away his elongated scalpel. I could have just run away right then, and I would have been fine. But once my primal fighting instincts had been awakened, I couldn't stop myself.

I plunged the knife right through his neck. He rolled over, choking and gasping. It was only then I realized what I had done.

The police arrived not too long afterward, accompanied by Pegasus himself. They had only just begun to drag me away, when the president stopped them. His cold brown eyes swept over me approvingly. He offered me an ultimatum: Go to jail, or Become a Repo Man, to replace the one now dead.

Unwittingly, I chose the latter.

And so I live a life of sin and murder. The rest of the city fears me, praying I'll never come knocking at their door.

But, the part most disturbing to me out of all is...

...There is a part of me the thrives on my Repo life.

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A/N: Indeed. Very short, more like a prologue than anything, really. I hope you enjoyed. Next chapter, I'll have more character appearances, I just wanted to establish Bakura as our tormented Repo man. Umm, feedback? Suggestions? Edits? Any and all are welcome.