Again, I don't own anything from Repo, don't make any money, and just enjoy playing with it.

The Setting

Shilo Largo looked down on the city from her tower and wished she had hair like Rapunzel so she could escape the antiseptic room she had spent her entire life in. She knew every feature of the broken skyline, had seen the lights slowly burn out and fires erupt, swallowing old buildings. Bored with the same old advertisements for the Genetic Opera on the floating billboards, Shilo flopped on her bed staring at the bright white ceiling.

She hated the white, had begged to have the room painted, but her father had always refused so instead, she had slowly covered the walls with posters of Blind Mag, the extraordinary singer. Despite begging on the few occasion she saw Rotti, he denied bringing Mag for even a short visit. Frustrated and lonely, she again cursed her sickness and wished she could see anyone other than the doctors that took samples and brought medications. Even her 3 older siblings didn't visit. Too busy enjoying their freedom. Her father could cure the globe but he couldn't find a way for her to leave her room.

Shilo sighed and rolled over on her stomach, trapping one hand under her body. Her forms of entertainment were dwindling to rereading books she had since she was small and masterbating. Little stars burst behind her eyes as her orgasm washed over her thin body but the feeling was ruined by her med-alert bracelet announcing a blood pressure warning and to take her medication immediately.

Quickly Shilo prepared her medication and drained the glass. She had tried to ignore the warning before but as her breath became short and her heart beat thundered in her ears, the pain became unimaginable. She had only just managed to swallow one of her pills before she fainted. After that failed experiment, Shilo diligently kept her pills ready at a moments notice. As her heart rate slowed, she sat morosely on her bed. All she wanted was to be able to see people. Was that too much to ask. Damn genetics.

The door opening startled her out of her cogitations. Instead of the usual doctor or gentern bringing her tests and meals, the intimidating form of Rotti Largo filled the door.

"Shilo, I want to show you the family business. Wear this dress and mask. The door will be open." He held out a bundle and she jumped to her feet. "This dress once belonged to your mother." And then he was gone.

Shilo was sure she was dreaming but she didn't hesitate to obey. The dress fit well, as if it had been made for her and the mask felt strange against her skin. But if this allowed her to leave the room, she wasn't going to complain. For the first time in 17 years, the door opened into the hallway at her touch. Rotti lead her quickly along and she got the impression of colors whirling past and couldn't remember the winding path they took through the huge building. They reached a large room illuminated by a huge bank of monitors all with different photos of Blind Mag. A large desk was faced by a couch and two chairs.

Rotti went around to the desk and beckoned her to stand beside him. Shilo recognized the other 3 occupants of the room as her siblings. It had been almost a year since she had seen them, but she had heard stories from the genterns and shivered under their hard glares. Barely a moment later the door opened and a middle aged man entered carrying a battered case. He kept his eyes down and approached the desk, ignoring Luigi's comments about pizza. Shilo gasped audibly when he dropped a spine wrapped in plastic in front of Rotti.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Thank you for coming. I have your new assignment." Rotti ignored the bloody body part.

"Hot off the meat truck." Luigi couldn't help inserting himself in the conversation.

"Is there a reason you couldn't phone me this target?"

"This is a job or special importance. It is involving a GeneCo employee, a singer we all know."

"That has-been soprano." Now Amber joined in, surrounding the Repo Man with her brothers.

"A traitor to GeneCo."

"Tonight is her last show."

"I can't afford a scandal here."

"Please handle Meg as best you can."

"Take her down."

"But Mag's eyes-"

"Are GeneCo's. I know this may seem hard." Shilo was getting light headed trying to follow everyone talking over each other.

"Mag was Marni's best friend."

"You break my friggin heart."

"You can reunite them."

"I cannot do this job."

"Remember who you are. Remember what you did to Marni."

Shilo managed to pull herself together enough to gasp at the comment. "Marni? My mother?"

Nathan Wallace turned and looked closer at the girl clad all in black. "Shilo? But Rotti said you died." Understanding dawned in his eyes and he turned on the elder Largo. "You stole my daughter away!"

"She was never your daughter. Marni was pregnant before you married her and then you murdered her."

Nathan winced as if slapped. "Please don't take me back there."

"Marni was past helping. Shilo's life was slipping. She needed her dad and I needed skilled hands. So I fixed things." Rotti stalked towards Nathan. "We made an agreement."

"I'll honor that agreement."

All 4 men went through another door leaving Amber and Shilo staring after them. Shilo's wrist monitor began beeping and she pulled her pills out of her bag, swallowing one dry. Amber just watched until the beeping stopped and Shilo looked up.

"Lets go shopping." Sweet suggested brightly and stood.

"What? I can't leave."

"Daddy let you out of your room and gave you the mask, right?" Shilo nodded. "Then you're allowed out."

Amber lead the way out into an elevator and then to a door marked 'crypt.' "We'll go this way. It's faster and no one will bother us."

It took a long time to reach the end of the passage and Amber kept up a chatter as if they had always gone shopping together.

"I remember Marni. I was little and Pavi was still crawling. Luigi was somewhere, I'm sure. But they were going to get married and she left daddy in the church. Next day she married Nathan Wallace and she was pregnant. Then Marni got sick and I'm not sure what happened, but he cut you out of her. Daddy found you, did a blood test and turns out you were really his not Nathan's so he changed your name to Largo and took you in. He made Nathan swear to be a Repo Man to stay out of trouble. Oh and Mag is your god mother. I was excited to finally get a sister, but then you got sick and I couldn't see you."

Shilo just listened to the revelations and tried to make sense of it all. Finally they reached a door and Amber gestured to let her through first. It was dark and cold as the older woman closed the door behind them.

"Where are we?"

"Your mother's tomb."

Shilo didn't have a chance to fight back as Amber suddenly wrapped her hands around her neck and squeezed. They tripped and fell on top of the stone covering the grave. Amber pounded the smaller girl's head against the stone.

"Daddy wants to leave GeneCo to you. But he can't do that if you're dead!"

Black closed in on Shilo and she stopped fighting. The bracelet began beeping shrilly. "Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately."

Cackling madly, Sweet tore the bracelet off her limp wrist and dug through the bag until she found the little bottle of pills. Taking both items, she escaped into the graveyard, confident she hadn't been seen. But she didn't notice a figure standing only a few feet away listening to the scuffle. When he saw the woman run away from the crypt, his curiosity was peaked. Glancing around for GeneCops, he hurried into the mausoleum and closed the door.

It was almost completely dark so he pulled out a vial of Zydrate and held it up. The blue glow revealed a young woman sprawled on the ground. The gas mask was pulled partially off and a red smear on the stone looked almost black in the light. Squatting down he saw bruises beginning to form around her pale throat, but a pulse was visible, shallow and irregular. He set the capsule down and pulled off the mask. Her wig came off with the mask and he threw both items aside. He lightly shook her by the shoulder.

"Kid. Hey, Kid. Wake up. Are you ok?"

Shilo moaned softly and then her face scrunched up. Pain tore at her and he could feel her heart rate climb rapidly. The cry that escaped her lips tugged at him and he tried to calm her down. Her breathing became ragged and she nearly bit through her lip. Even through clenched teeth, he could make out her pleading.

"Please! It hurts so bad. Make it stop!" She screamed and it echoed around the little room.

To stop the dreadful sound, he snapped the Zydrate vial into the gun and pressed it against her thigh, squeezing the trigger. Shilo instantly collapsed and lay still. The drug dealer thought he might have been too late and then he saw a tiny flutter of a pulse. He placed the wig and mask in his bag then pulled off his jacket. Gently he wrapped the coat around her, covering her bare head and lifted her, cradling her close to his chest. Before he could be caught in the graveyard and shot by the GeneCops, he fled the area and carried the tiny woman back to the hidden room he called home. Half way there, Shilo turned closer to him and curled her hand into his shirt. At least she was partially alright, he thought to himself, ducking behind a dumpster to avoid a junkie.