Her heels clicked lightly on the floor, her hips swaying as she walked, her body perfect, without surgery. No malfunctioning organs, and her face was pretty, though not in the blunt way that the woman she was going to see's face was. Her face, was pretty, in the most natural way, a stark comparison to the scalpel sluts who passed her in the hallway, their cheek bones too high, lips too plumped, and eyes unnatural colors. Each slut she passed had a different appearance, but when it boiled down to it, they were all the same-they all couldn't remember their original faces, and were only 'perfect' because of surgery.

And, she thought grimly, despite being in charge of all of this, the scalpels that she made a living off of, from 'fixing' others, had never touched her body. Nor would they ever.

But the same didn't go for the biggest scalpel slut of them all, Amber Sweet. And that was who she was waltzing down the hallway to go see.

It didn't take long for her to hear the girl's shrill scream. "I want Shilo in here, NOW!" And as the girl who she screamed for paused, around the corner of the doorway, a glass item-moving so fast Shilo had no time to identify it-flew, obviously thrown by Amber, and shattered against the far wall. Shilo couldn't help but smile at the woman's antics.

Though Shilo was still only young, but had matured a year, now at the age of eighteen, she was not a child. She was smart, and professional-and the head of GeneCo. It was impossible to turn down; she had no choice, after finding out some… Certain things, that had enraged Pavi, Luigi, but most of all Amber. But they all had grown wise, and started to kiss up to Shilo. They knew of her reluctance to take part in the company, and maybe… Maybe whoever impressed Shilo the most, she would sign over the deed to them.

"Amber?" Shilo's voice was still the same, soft and lilting tune. She stood in the doorway, still petite though more curved than the night of the Genetic Opera, one hip leaning on the door frame, the other resting on her hip.

"Shilo! They messed up my surgery, and they refuse to redo it so quickly!" Amber whined, still acting like a child.

Shilo smiled sadly, walking into the room, and sitting down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other as she peered into the bed. Amber's hair was a pale, almost platinum, blond, with black tips, unnaturally straight… Her eyes were much too doe like, for Shilo's taste, her lips deliciously plumped that had the male nurse staring longingly at them, and Shilo was aware that, as the woman's chest heaved rapidly, her breasts had increased in size. Though Shilo had to pause for a moment at how the woman continued to demand that the needle injected into her body, and the scalpel glided across her skin… It was a wonder that her skin didn't just fall off, like the night of the opera, she changed her appearance so differently and drastically some times. But nothing had happened, in that manner, since that dreadful night, that still had Shilo choking sometimes.

"Amber, what happened? You look amazing, as always." Shilo couldn't help but let some of her exhaustion seep into her tone.

"No, I DON'T!" Amber flung the sheets away from her body, wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank top, and crossed over to a mirror, staring at her reflection. She pinched what little bit of skin she had on her stomach and hips, too skinny for the swell of breasts and arse that she possessed. "Look at this, they made me look as if I have nothing here! And my eyes! They made my eyes green, I wanted purple! My cheeks look too fat, and my forehead is too wide."

"But Amber, you look fine."

"No, I don't! It's all disproportioned!" Amber whirled on her heel, almost ready to glare at Shilo, though she was fixed with a malicious glare that she couldn't beat from Shilo. "I just don't like it, or want it… They won't let me have another surgery for at least two days!"

For the first time, Shilo noticed that there was a woman who looked soft, like herself, no plastic surgeries, but a scar on her arm showed that she'd had some form of surgery; the woman was standing in the corner of the room. Her name tag revealed she was a doctor. "Miss Wallace," it shamed Shilo that the woman spoke softly and fearfully, as if scared that Shilo would have her shot as Rotti would have for this act, "We can't do it, Amber-"

"It's Miss Sweet to you!" Amber snapped, lifting her narrow nose in the air and glaring at the small woman.

"Miss Sweet, I'm sorry. We can't perform a surgery so quickly… It'll severely damage her."

Shilo raised an eyebrow, looking at Amber. "See Amber, we can do not a thing about this. Now, wait, go into seclusion, whatever. It's only two days. Surely you can withstand this… Appearance, for that long?" her tone was slightly sarcastic, and a bit of a biting remark.

And Amber knew that. It was a bitter reminder, of how she'd sworn off surgeries, after Rotti had died, and Shilo had blatantly refused GeneCo. But then… Then, behind the Largo children's backs, the doctors had fearfully performed a DNA test, on Shilo, using DNA from Rotti's corpse. She, was not Nathan's legitimate child. She was Rotti's. The doctors had had to do it-GeneCo was a mess, a rotten mess, Repo Men running rampant, surgeries going without sterilization, and zydrate 'mysteriously' going missing. They needed Shilo, for without her, they'd have an epidemic of sorts on their hands. Everyone knew it… It had been predicted, by a woman who was akin to Blind Mag, in the way that her eyes could 'do more than see'. Her eyes, could see the future. And she foresaw wide-spread apocalyptic horror. People withering and dying away from withdrawals to Zydrate, body parts withering away, Repo Men doing what they pleased with their uniforms… It had been horrible.

When Shilo had come back, Amber had fallen back into her surgeries.

Which was why, Shilo was now regarded so highly. She put on the happiest of faces, for the press, but deep inside… She was dying. This wasn't the life she wanted. She'd turned Rotti down for a reason… And now, she was a prisoner. Unless she wanted the blood of the world on her hands, she was stuck here. Forever. And she hated it, more than she previously hated her genetics, more than how she'd hated her father when she'd found out that he was the most infamous of the Repo Men… She loathed it, with a passion.

"Now, if we're done here Amber…" Shilo said finally, glancing up at the woman who played her 'friend'.

Amber let out a little 'hmph' and crossed her arms over her enlarged chest, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and shrugging, not looking at Shilo. Such a little brat. "I guess." She muttered, about to say something, though Shilo was already leaving.

Shilo's heels clicked again on the floor of the hospital, her smile sweet and innocent, though there was a lingering edge of sex appeal, to the people who passed her. The patients who she passed in the hall, looked up at her, with such adoration it was almost palpable. Shilo was far better than Rotti, for she'd all but eliminated the Repo Men. They were brought out very rarely, only in the most severe of cases-organ removals, when they were unable to be payed for, were done cleanly, in the hospitals. But if someone ran… The Repo Men loved the hunt. That was the one downfall; the new Repo Men were more vicious, blood cold. They lived for the sight of blood on the ground, lusted after the cries of pain that came as they took whatever they used on their victims, slicing through skin to retrieve organs.

The thought of the men who loved their job, sickened her. She shuddered, as she reached and took the pin with an ornate skull carved into it, from her hair, shaking it over her shoulders as every part of her body screamed in joy. She pushed open the side door to the hospital, magazine reporters were awaiting her out front, and her limo awaited her at the side anyways.

This life was treating Shilo well, at least physically. She'd stopped taking her medicines, giving her body time to grow. She wasn't as petite as she was, though she wasn't voluptuous like Amber. Her face had a very light glow to it, the only reason why that was because she loved the looks on the children's faces when they knew their lives weren't quite over yet. Her dark brown eyes were lined slightly in eyeliner, a light tail to the side of it. Previously, her hair had been slicked back, falling unnaturally straight down her back, though now it hung slightly waved around her shoulders. She wore a pair of sleek black heels, round toed in the front, though the heel seemed precarious and unstable, a small white stripe across the toe, with a metal ornate skull buckle, black fishnet tights, with a bland pencil skirt, a black tank top with lace trim and a slightly low dip, though in the hospital she had worn a suit jacket over that, to look more professional. She'd had to grow up, far too fast. But now, the jacket was discarded, leaving her pale shoulders bare, draping the jacket over her arm. She sighed, pulling open the door to her limo.

For a moment, Shilo was shocked at the sight of a man, in the corner of her limousine, before a slow, slightly wicked smile lifted her lips. "Graverobber."