AN: Um, lol, this one is more of an exploration of Repo and M working together. XD M will meet Shilo soon… eventually.. When I get around to writing it.. I mean.. yeah. :D I would like to thank all of those reviewing. You guys know who you are. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera or anything within it. Terrence Zdunich, Darren Lynn Bousman and Darren Smith do. I barely own M. :D
It was probably around eleven fifty two. Just about the time when all the repossessions and Zydrate
deals were going down. Nathan himself was getting ready to go out and do his job, though he loathed it,
right as there was a soft knock at the door. At first, he didn't hear it, too engrossed in strapping himself into
his dark green-black overcoat and psyching himself up for the assignment; but then the knocks grew louder
and more insistent, sounding more and more like somebody kicking at the solid door with heavy boots.
Finally, after listening, silently, holding his breath for just the briefest of moments so he could hear it, he stepped back out from behind the fireplace and answered the door. It occurred to him how ludicrous it was to go back through the secret entrance and answer the door instead of going outside and continuing on his way. But that guttural voice in the back of his mind said other wise. And, as it were, Repo was always stronger at night, especially when the task called for his cold demeanor.
He stomped towards the front door, his pleather overcoat billowing out around his feet. Nearly ripping the sturdy door right off it's hinges as he seized the doorknob, he was, oddly enough, unsurprised that it was that M girl. His so-called 'assistant' was standing in the doorway, right on the front stoop, hands clasped tightly behind her back, dressed in that idiotic red trenchcoat of hers.
"Hiya!" She sounded so peppy for one about to go out and deal fatal blows to her victims. Seriously, what the hell was with this girl? It was either one of two extremes; obscenely early in the morning, or late at night. There apparently was no in-between for her.
"What the hell is it this time?" He growled, somewhat cross, and in no mood for games.
She grinned at him. "I knew it. I just knew you were going out tonight to reclaim some defaulted organs. I'm so coming with you."
He rolled his eyes. "Look. If you're going to go out and repossess organs with me then you can't just show up at my doorstep right as I'm ready to go."
"Then you gotta give me your number." She replied, her voice patronizing, as she leaned her elbow against the doorjamb.
He sighed, sounding irritated. "Can we just go?" His voice grew deeper and ever-so-slightly more menacing as he insisted. "We'll talk about this later. We need to go."
Her own voice seemed to get more mature, darker in nature. "Then what are we waiting for?"
"Hey!" She stopped walking behind him, her steel-toed boots making loud echo-y clacking noises as she snapped her feet together where she stood. "We've been out here for like four hours. The sun's gonna come up soon and we have yet to find this defaulter."
"Shut your trap." He hissed, his voice definitely gravelly-er and more chilling. She quieted almost instantly, mostly because she couldn't think of a witty come-back.
"Oh c'mon. The debtor's a Z-fiend. He's probably dead by now. An overdose or something. Look, we're not gonna find him. Can we just go home?" She complained, dragging her boot-clad feet.
He swiveled on his heels, his coat going swish as he stomped towards her, bending forward to be at eye level with her. Grabbing her jacket and very nearly hauling her off her feet as he stood upright, he snarled in her face.
"Home is not an option. And look, I don't know what 'home' you're referring to, but you are not coming back to my house."
Her feet dangled as he held her at his eyelevel. Her head bobbed, chin hitting his tightly clenched fist as he growled, though his words were muffled by the mask. "Is that clear?"
She grinned at him, her face looking feverish in the gloom and spoke clearly, though her voice sounded strained because of the collar of her jacket tightly wound against her throat. "Crystal clear, mister boss man." And with that, she attempted to salute and failed very much so.
He dropped her and she stumbled back, her hands flying to her throat as she choked, catching her breath.
"What the hell? Are you trying to freaking kill me!" She wheezed, doubled over, hands resting on her knees.
"No." He snapped back at her impatiently and grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the alleyway. "Now let's go. I just spotted our quarry."
She yelped as he yanked her off of her feet again as he started barreling down the road towards the unsuspecting victim as he lay splayed along the warm concrete.
Stepping swiftly out of the shadows, if you'll pardon the alliteration, the Repo Man took a knee and slit the unconscious Z-head's throat. Only a soft gurgle could be heard as blackish blood bubbled up from the slash and from his mouth. Setting quickly to work, cutting out the defaulter's lungs, he cracked the guy's ribs to get at the soft tissue underneath, the loud popping sound from the broken bones echoing through the deserted alley.
Repo turned towards his self-styled side-kick, (again with the alliteration) and held up the scalpel towards her. "Your turn. Show me you got the guts to do this, kid."
She took the sharp object with a sly grin and kneeled beside him and the corpse. With acute precision, she cut both lungs out of the cadaver , not at all damaging the flesh.
"You know, dissecting people is easier than frogs or any other lower animals." She mused, still focused on the body as she eased the organs out of the chest. "I was always good at that in school. Cutting open things and removing the inner parts." She took out a roll of plastic wrap, and secured it around the twin organs. "But I always found it easier to cut things open when I sang while doing it. I don't know why."
He made an impatient huffing noise in the back of his throat. When she was done, he grabbed the bundle and stuffed it into the portable cooler.
"Let's go. We're done for tonight." He hissed as, behind him, the sky growing lighter, the very start of the sunrise edging over the tall buildings, casting everything into shadow.
She stood and stretched, brushing her hands together to get the more-solid muck off of them.
"Finally! Let's go home. I'm beat."
"You mean, you're going to your own home, and I'm going to mine." He corrected her as they walked towards the Wallace household after they had returned to the part of the city where he lived.
"Nuh-uh, boss. I live so freaking far away. And I'm practically dead on my feet." She moaned, complaining.
He braced himself, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying really hard not to lose his temper. "If you so much as make any noise at all, I'll kill you in your sleep, you understand me?"
She nodded sleepily and saluted, marching slowly into his house through the secret entrance to the graveyard.
"And this is for one time only. I can't have two immature teenaged girls running through my house."
"Yes, sir, boss!" She replied, that same wicked grin that gave Nathan the chills plastered across her face, though she looked like she would fall asleep standing up if she could.
Later, when she had crashed and was completely asleep on the floor, curled up in a fetal position like a little kid, Nathan was back and keeping an eye on her, just in case she did anything crazy. She wasn't annoying when she was asleep, and he had to admit, she was starting to grow on him. Like an out-of-control puppy that needed to be trained.
He couldn't help but smile a little bit when he noticed she was sucking her thumb. She really was a different person when she was asleep. The thumb in her mouth as well as the smudges of dirt and god-knows-what else on her face made her look years younger, like an innocent little five-year-old.
Too bad that innocent inner-child wouldn't last. Tomorrow was another day and with it came another set of organs to repossess.
He closed his eyes and just willed himself to sleep peacefully, though he knew it wouldn't happen. Even though Repo hadn't shown his face, or rather, he hadn't heard that disquieting voice in the back of his mind, since their latest repossession, only hours before.
He was starting to think this M girl was maybe a good idea to keep around after all. She kept Repo happy. Or at least as happy as one could get him without murder and mayhem.
AN: This one is slightly more serious. Anyway, read and review please!
Cheers! TFFLM.