Really, I hate all these crap fics that continue from the end of the movie where Shiloh is still a weak minded, scared little girl. As far as I'm concerned, she's still young and inexperienced and all, but NO, it doesn't make sense for her to just RUN to graverobber for help, comfort and company like a 4 year old, NO, it doesn't make sense for her to sleep in a dumpster And NO, you don't just get over the witnessed death of your father in a timeframe of a few days in order to hurry the romance between Shiloh and Graverobber so yeah, I am dissing the stupid grilo fanfics.

Besides that, I'm a Grilo fanatic. Or I suppose Graverobber-and-my-body fanatic. Either way, this is rated M for MATURE for a various reasons that both please me and my love for written violence. So if you're underage, okay, because I ignored the warnings too. I'm not underage anymore anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own any rights or the amazing creative ownership to Repo! The Genetic Opera, but the beautiful Terrance Zdunich3 and Darren Smith do.

I : Never a Home, but a Cage

This was the darkest of all nights.

The darkness was strong, a pressure thick in the polluted air, a night not like those she spent in the captivity of a young girl's room, not like the nights she spent in medicated slumber or keenly listening to the advertisements for the now dead Blind Mag, for this was a night that her genetics finally brought death upon her, a death that would give birth to a child who was never a child, and never would be a child. She was outside the cage, outside for the longest she has ever been,
and now she had been freed, sacrificing herself in return for the freedom.

Betrayed by her blood, betrayed by her love and the world, she returns to the cage..

The driver opened the door to reveal the young Shiloh, head down and eyes closed. She was bloodied, wearing the unfitting tight tube dress that while sitting, covers less than half her thigh. Clumps of blood stuck onto the fishnet on her arms, staining the white of her shoulders. Her knee-high, high heeled black boots were shiny with the red liquid, though the pigment not visible. She raised her head and slowly opened her eyes. Without even a word to her driver, she stepped out staring straight at the structure she once called home. A strong wind charged into her frail body as the limo drove away; the sounds of the night screamed. Her hair spiraling, the gust deafened her ears until the sudden death of the wind. Still staring straight, she blinked for the first time.

He breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling. The television was on, the GeneCo tragedy being replayed on countless channels. The same faces, or those with lack of face, replaying on different channels: Amber Sweet, the current president of GeneCo, her siblings, the now deceased and ex-president, Rotti Largo, Blind Mag, now deceased, the infamous Repo Man, Nathan Wallace

and his beautiful and damaged daughter Shiloh..

whose rejection to the inheritance so pushed upon by Rotti Largo himself has set the press on fire as well as peoples' hearts. It seems that her bloody opera conclusion has caused an uproar and brought doubt upon the once loved biotech organ company, GeneCo. Not that much has changed. People were still obsessed with surgery. They wanted to change themselves, fix themselves. Although, more were wanting to fix themselves than change, really. Organ failure still ravaged homes. Babies were being born not with the hope for five fingers and toes, but the hope that only a few organs were damaged so as the debt would not be so overbearing..

"Kid, kid, kid." He shook his head as he glanced at the screen to see her hovered over her father in his blood.
He thought back to her sickly movements the first day he saw her in the graveyard while he was extracting Z, the day he found her in the tent, lost, while he was stealing a Zydrate gun. He remembered the panicked look on her face as she, as usual, was in need of help. Poor thing couldn't find her way home alone. He remembered his little shortcut, purposely bringing her to his junkie site to give Amber and his other clients Z. He educated her, helped her. She learned about Zydrate for the first time in 17 years, he whistled Mag's song so that Amber would reveal Mag's fate to Shiloh. Yet, she couldn't save her anyways. He wondered why he helped her so much. He wondered what would become of her now. If she needed surgery, because she was poisoned all her life in order to be kept home. He wondered if she'd ever have organ failure because of the poison or end up being like every other teen and want to change her face.
'I hope she doesn't become one of my clients one day.' He thought.
He threw his head back and laughed at the thought of young girl turning out to be like his hungry slutty Zydrate clients he serves everyday. He thought of her crawling up to him, wanting to trade anything for Zydrate. The thought vanished and he cringed at the thought, her once innocent, lost face, hoping otherwise.

Midnight. The chime of a clock. A prompt for medicine. Marni's smile, flickering throughout the hallway. She would ignore them all. She would ignore time, ignore the rules of her past life, and ignore the dead that surrounded her. She put her back to the secret entrance. She had explored the secret grounds of a man she thought she had knew and he did not leave a very good sight. The bodies of two Genecops lay within his execution cave. She could see where he strapped his victims and his various tools. Above the fireplace, her mother smiled. Looking up at her, she tipped her head to the left no longer holding a grudge against her mother for the fictional blood disease. For the first time, she had wished for the warmth of her mother's arms. Instead, she was numb. Even in the scalding hot water, she held her knees to her chest, without so much as a wince. The waters slowly turned dark, while another day approached..

Mag touched her cheek, looking down at her with sadness. Where her eyes would be, were just two dry empty sockets. She leaned into her, whispering, "Marni, marni I know, it's okay. Rotti will get over it one day! Can you live a lie? It's your heart you must follow. I may be enslaved to him, but you're not. If you love that man, then be with him, be with-"
Shiloh jerked awake gasping, wet, shivering in a cold, crimson bath. Gripping desperately on the sides of the tub, she pulled herself up from sinking. The dirty red water swished around, spilling on the floor. Her vision slowly faded back in from a black and she breathed heavily. She gripped the sides of the tub, staring at the water and her shadowy reflection.
She remembered everything. She remembered that she was alone.

"Look babe, I always agree with the surgeries that my clients aspire for because truthfully I couldn't care less about their appearances but personally, madam, your eyes are already naturally beautiful." Graverobber said smiling, leaning against the wall, sliding a finger down her cheek.
"Oh graverobber, graverobber," She said hands upon his chest, staring up at him licking her lips seductively.
"Brown eyes aren't beautiful, silly, blue eyes are! Now keeps your compliments to yourself and bring them tomorrow after my surgery, okay?" She leaned in towards his lips, batting her eyes.

"As long as a beautiful blue eyed girl hands me some beautiful green dough tomorrow." Grinning, he backed away and disappeared around the corner. He ended up in his favorite place possible for business. He had already finished extracting Zydrate from the new bodies dumped in the heap by GeneCo, for GeneCo apparently does not have a shortage of Repo Men, and was approaching his old favorite playground, a graveyard, with no one in sight. It was a big one, commenced as usual, looking out for GeneCops, until he noticed a strange figure in front of a giant tombstone. It read, 'Blind Mag Chromaggia, Come take my eyes, I would rather be blind'.
When people demanded for Blind Mag, Amber Sweet dumped the body spitting nonsense about becoming a greater and more beautiful singer than she. Blind Mag's loyal fans came together and paid for a proper funeral, in which Amber Sweet crashed and attempted to sing a badly composed song but was chased off with no avail, resulting in a number of deaths by Luigi.

Shiloh laid a bouquet of flowers down on her grave.
"I always wanted to be like you, Mag. You didn't deserve to be treated like this."
"I don't think that hairstyle would of really fit you, kid. Plus, that would have been a hassle of a wig, don't you think?"
Shiloh didn't turn around; instead, she looked to the side and softly spoke,
"A graverobber at a graveyard. It is your job, isn't it? To steal, and rob?"
"Got every word right, kid." he grinned, walking towards her.
"I'm pretty sure daddy left you left you plenty of dough," He held up the glowing blue in front of him. "You look like you could go for a hit, make everything feel good for a little bit." He smiled, waving the blue light back and forth.
She turned to face the grave and did not speak.
He struggled against heavy stone and commenced to extract Zydrate from the graves that surrounded Mag's grave.
"I'm just teasing kid, yo-"
"Fresh bodies." She said.
He grunted, working his way to the bodies.
"What was that?" he looked back at her.
"Two of them, in the cave where my father slaughtered innocent people. To pay you back for helping me those few times when I needed help."
He raised an eyebrow and put away his collected Zydrate.

She unlocked her door, and walked in. She pointed to the entrance behind the fireplace that she never bothered to close, where right above, the picture of Marni animated as usual.
"Normally when a girl invites me into her home, it has to do with something in her bedroom, not her father's killing den." Her eyes widened. He slid the back of his hand down her right cheek. It was cold. She slapped his hand away and backed up, making a sour face. He laughed, happy to get some type of reaction from her. He moved to go in the entrance, but looked back at her and said, "You know, they say that the camera adds ten pounds but I guess it doesn't apply to you. It does, I must say, apply to Amber. Don't you hate turning on your TV and seeing her? She's got that, 'too-much-surgery-face'. It's not so bad seeing yours though, kid." He smiled and slipped into the secret entrance. She ran upstairs to her bedroom. She inhaled deeply and pushed the door open. The smells of antiseptics brought the feeling of keeping to her commanded routine. It was all the past now, and she refuses to answer to the electronic reminders.

She turned on her TV. Scenes of the opera tragedy were playing, Shiloh's face, Mag's song, the death of Rotti Largo, Amber's new found inheritance, Shiloh's rejection. People everywhere were sympathizing for Shiloh, tearful sessions of losing loved ones to repossessions by GeneCo. Nothing's changed, not really anyways. Repo men still roam the streets as long as there are surgeries, and as long as there are surgeries, there's someone who couldn't afford it. She walked up to the tv as it aired the last time that she turned around before entering the limo. She touched the screen.
"The little girl at the opera isn't a little girl anymore." He held up two vials of Zydrate and stored them.
She blinked and turned to face him, her hand still on the TV.
He sighed.
"I disposed the bodies, kid." He urged for a response.
"They're not there anymore, so you don't have to worry about dead bodies in your house."
"Shiloh.." She removed her hand from the TV and looked down, taking deep breaths.
"What's that, kid?"
She was no longer wearing the device but in her head, she could hear it still:
'Blood pressure warning, medicate immediately. Blood pressure warning, medicate immediately.'
"My name's Shiloh, not ki-" She suddenly collapsed, falling into Graverobber's arms, thanks to his required reflexes.
"Shit, KID? KID!"

"Marni, I love you. I love you, do you know that?" He pulled her into his arms, embracing her with such adoration and love.
"Oh Nathan, isn't it wonderful?" Her eyes were lit with such life that it could brighten up the dark city. He spun her around and held her tightly.
"A little girl! Oh Nathan, let's name her Shiloh.."
"Shiloh?"
"Shilo.. oh fuck it, kid, you okay?"
Her eyes fluttered open, she put her right hand over her heart and clenched her shirt, sitting up.
"Kid? Shi-"
She hyperventilated for a few seconds, her eyes shut tightly in pain, lied back down and exhaled.