Disclaimer: I still, regrettably, do not own Repo: The Genetic Opera, nor its characters who remain property of Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith. Please review ! Also for your convinence, here is a copy of the note GR gave to Zella:

Z,

Consider that your last hit from me. I'm cutting you off. I like you too much to watch you destroy yourself.

G.

P.S.
For a stoned chick, you weren't half bad last night.

Motherfucker!" I said too loud. I read the note again several times to be sure I understood.
How dare he cut me off! He "likes me too much"?? What the hell does that even mean! If he liked me at all, he'd give me the damned glow! I'm not "destroying" myself, goddammit!

On top of the news, my anger dulled my buzz till it was barely there.

Fan-damn-tastic.

Okay, Z, relax, there are plenty of other dealers out there!
None of them as good as Graves!!
What about that Tony guy? He was pretty good
And a complete pig!
And you just had sex for a hit. Can you really judge?

I knew nothing was going to come of me arguing with myself. Maybe Graves was just having himself a little joke! He'd do that, wouldn't he? I'll just find him and sort everything out. He can't be serious.

I stuffed the note into my pocked and none-too-gracefully made my way to the main ally. There was a large group of people hanging around Graves usual dumpster as I approached. Above their heads I saw the multicolored hair that I was so familiar with.

"Alright, fuck off now, I'm not selling any more at the moment." I heard him say. The phrase "I'm not selling" caused everyone to, indeed, 'fuck off'.
Graves rolled his eyes at the disappearing crowd and turned to a familiar looking little girl standing next to him. She didn't seem like someone who's even heard of Z, let alone know where to get it. She had what looked like dried blood on her arms and long black hair. She was wearing a black slip, stockings and a confused and worried expression. Graves took of his trench coat and put it around the little girl who seemed to be shivering. Part of me wanted to know who she was but a stronger part of me wanted to tear out her hair and punch her in the face.

"Hitting on 12 year olds now, Grave?" Hearing my voice he looked up and smirked at me. The girl muttered something about being seventeen but neither of us took notice.
"Good morning, Sunshine. Have a nice night?" I ignored his satisfied grin and took out his note
"What the fuck is this, Graves?"
"Looks a hell of a lot like a piece of paper to me."
"The note! What the hell is that about?"
"Wow, I'm surprised you actually found it. And I thought it was pretty self explanatory."
"Not really. It had some nonsense about cutting me off."
"And...? "
"And your not serious right? – And what the hell do you think your staring at?!" I yelled at the little girl who fumbled for something to say
"Uh, I wasn't -- I didn't mean to--"
"Don't get mad at the kid, Zella."
"What – is she your girlfriend or something?" Graves raised an eyebrow
"Your not jealous, are you, Z?" I laughed at his accusation, which was aggravatingly accurate, but I wouldn't let him know that
"Oh please! Of – of, that?? She's practically a toddler!"
"At least she's not a whore." For a second Grave seemed to regret what he had said, but didn't have time to think much about it as I lunged forward and tried beating him to a bloody pulp. Grave, however, is not a tiny fragile man. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my sides as I struggled.
"Okay, okay- look, I'm sorry! I didn't--"
"Save it." I said trying to ignore the tears stinging behind my eyes. He let me go and took a step back. "Honestly, I thought I was more to you than a whore but…." I took a breath and walked away from Graverobber.

Something I should have done months ago.

He didn't chase after me. He didn't call my name or anything. I don't know why I expected him to. I guess I just thought…. I don't know.
I walked in a hurry a few blocks down where there was another dealer I've been to before, but not for a while. His name was Tony and although his stuff wasn't as good, I never needed a hit more. I couldn't help the tears running down my face but I ignored them. I ignored the cat-calls and rude remarks as I made my way to another ally. I ignored the thought of that little girl Graverobber gave his coat to.
I thankfully saw Tony almost immediately counting money from a recent transaction. I wiped my eyes and I made a beeline toward him.
"Hey, kid." He greeted me with a nod. He didn't keep it a secret all he was interested in was his money He wasn't the friendliest of guys but his stuff was second best and on top of that he'd allow you to pay later rather than right up front unlike SOMEONE I could mention but won't.
"Hey Tony, how's it going?"
"Fine. What can I do for you today?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could get a hit?" I asked using puppydog eyes.
"You got the money from last time?"
Shitshitshitshitshit!!!!
I forgot to pay him last time!
"Um, about that… It actually completely slipped my mind so--"
"So you don't have the dough?"
"No but--"
"No 'buts'! You haven't paid me in months and you come crawling back expecting a free hit?!"
"Well I can pay you when I get the money but for now--"
Tony slapped me hard across the face and I fell over.
"That's what you told me last time, you little slut!!" As I tried to get up, he kicked me hard in the gut and I went back down.
"Nobody- scams- me! You stupid bitch!" Tony growled though his teeth, kicking me again with each word. I felt the rocks on the ground scratch my face and the blows to my gut forcing the breath out of me. I pulled a small knife that I keep with me in my sock out and sliced his leg as my only
However that mostly just made him mad.
"You fucking WHORE!!" He shouted and his hands clasped around my throat and he tightened his grip. I tried hitting him off but he was too strong. I could make only a weird scratchy croaking sound as I became weaker.

Is this really how I'm going to die?

Before the thought finished, Tony slumped beside me, a pool of blood forming around his head, his eyes open but not looking at anything. He was dead. I gasped for air, coughing and massaging my most likely bruised throat I looked around for my savior….

Muahahahahaha—cliffhangers!!! Sorry the writing gets a little sloppy at the end =/ I'm tired but felt the need to publish this anyway. Don't question my madness. Do, however, review because that would be smashing. Thank you all for reading this!!!