Title: Red Sky Chapter 1: Vivien - All In A Days Work
Author: Jaden - Cyber Incision
Summary: Four girls (A surgery Model, a Repo Woman, A captive, and a crazy), separate lives, come together in the land of Repo. Not a tale of happiness or love. It's a tale of obsession and death. And not everyone will make it. Contains LuigixOC, PavixOC, GraverobberxAmber and mild GraverobberxOC. Pick your character out of the four girls. Every chapter is for a different girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I involved with with Repo! The Genetic Opera! (I wish!)
Title: Red Sky Chapter 1: Vivien - All In A Days Work
A flash of light stung your eyes, but you didn't change face. You quirked your body in another vaguely suggestive pose and smiled as if you were seeing through everyone.
"Hell, in a couple of years, with Geneco's Technology, maybe I could." You thought.
Another flash and you turned your body again. This weeks piece was on the fashion of eyelashes tipped in red, extra long, and so full you thought your lids just might peel off. You fluttered them expertly at the three different surgery fashion mag photographers that surrounded you. Behind them stood Amber Sweet, who was acting as the head director of the surgery models, and her father Rotti Largo, The most powerful man in all Sanitarium city.
"Scratch that. The world, or what's left of it."
Your whole body slumped against the Sanitarium ball background as the photographers finally spent their cameras, threw them to their assistants, and declared their need for nourishment. Rotti Largo clapped his hands and beckoned you to join him and his daughter, who was severely less interested and clearly not in a very good mood.
"Bravissimo! My dear, there is a reason you are heading the models this year!"
You smiled modestly. "Surgery is a beautiful thing sir." "
Surgery? No, that is only part of it. It is your attitude! My surgery, unfortunately, cannot alter attitude."
Amber crossed her arms, looking immensely bored. Rotti cleared his throat.
"Your next surgery is a fingernail implant. Natural nail designs in any color you should need."
Amber scoffed. "Dad natural is for peasants. Please don't advertise it in a boring way like that. I don't want to wear something that's been advertised so poorly."
The only change in his demeanor was a slight twitch in his eye. "Amber, you don't need this surgery."
She rolled her eyes and flicked her wrists out. "When I fix up my wrist lines I'm going to throw it in. I was thinking swirls in red and gold. You know, royal colors." She sneered at a passing Gentern, who quickened her pace.
Rotti ignored the blunt severity directed as his employees.
"Yes well, it's time for us to return to the towers. Return safely and be sure to tell your interviewers of the kindness with which we treat you!"
Amber groaned. "Dad, shes contracted to. We could beat her and she would tell them we threw her a party."
You nodded blankly. Rotti's face grew red, but he nodded politely to you again.
"Good night, Jagger."
Amber turned and made for the door. Rotti grabbed his jacket and did the same. You let out a huge sigh and felt your body relax. You made your way to your dressing room and locked the door. Unbuttoning your pinstripe corset and letting your lace pinstripe skirt fall to the ground, you pulled on your red and black vinyl dress, then made your way to the front desk to call for your cab. As you approached the desk, a gloved hand fell on your shoulder. The thumb lightly traced circles on your bare skin there. You froze, than slowly turned.
"Mia Bella, are you looking for a ride?" Pavi Largo brushed your jaw length hair behind your ear.
"Yes sir." You replied.
"I-a can give-a you a ride-a, Bella."
He cupped your cheek and brought his face close to yours. His "mask" smelled vaguely of a doctors office. Suddenly his arm ripped from your face and he spun, or more, was spun, violently away from you. You flinched backwards and peeked out through your tousled hair. Luigi Largo stood, grasping Pavi's arm in one hand and his favorite blade in the other. His body language screamed violence.
"Pops would be so fucking pissed if he saw you around those fucking bitches, shit!"
He threw Pavi to the floor towards the door. "Get to the fucking limo." Pavi picked himself up and, while brushing himself off, smiled at his brother than you.
"Till next time, Bella."
He turned and walked swiftly out the door. Luigi followed, obviously still pissed.
"Did you not fucking listen to me? Stay the fuck away..."
His voice trailed off as he went out the door. You stared, unmoving, at the door that the infamous Largo boys had just disappeared through. Sure, you saw Amber when she decided to show up to oversee the shoots. You saw Rotti on checkups and new assignments. But you never see the boys. Only in occasional passing and public events. Pavi wasn't allowed alone in the studio and Luigi never cared enough about the "scalpel sluts" to venture over. You placed your hand over your speeding heart and took a deep breath while you slumped against the counter. Another hand tapped you on the shoulder and you jumped. A valet yanked his hand back in surprise.
"Uh... Um miss... Did you need something."
You were still breathing hard, and Luigi still crowded your thoughts.
"Miss Jagger?"
You swallowed hard and flashed him a flirty smile.
"Vivien. My first name."
He grew red but stood taller.
"What can I get you miss Vivien?" He said with pride.
"I need a car to Geneco towers. I'm the head Surgery Model."
You fluttered your elongated eyelashes. He gulped and nodded.
"R-right away miss..." He shuffled off and you sighed.
"Luigi Largo..."
You closed the door on the poor boy who'd gotten your car. You were a little frightened of what he was mustering up the courage to say. You sighed again and bit at the sleeve of your biker gloves. Then, you flicked on the light and began to document today's siting in your journal.
"He didn't even notice me," You wrote., "even though it was me he'd saved a certain face-lift of sorts. Not that he'd care about my life, only his job for his father. Luigi Largo... Brilliant man... my one desire... Well... One of..."
You tapped your pencil on your chin, then scribbled one more line.
"I'll meet him someday soon..."
You tucked it safely away in your sling bag, flicked off the light, then watched out the window for your home at Geneco Towers.
A/N: Let me know what you think please ^.^
