This chapter started out a bit more serious in the beginning. It surprised me. I hope you all like it! Thank you again for the reviews! :)

Rough Chapter 10

Luigi had his driver drop us off in the one of the most dangerous and dirtiest part of the city. I was a little more than surprised that someone of his social stature would even want to go there. Then again, being the poorest district only meant more people who couldn't keep up with their payments; more fish to fry. It was a sad thought, to know that I would be contributing to making these people's lives even worse. I was no lady fancy fingers but I wasn't nearly as unfortunate as the people around that neighborhood. Most of them were homeless and had no one but rats, bugs and corpses who couldn't talk back for comfort. I watched as Luigi scanned the environment around us, clearly disgusted. This only made my hate for him grow stronger. People like him were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and looked down at the rest of us like scum. Perhaps some of us were scum, those who turned to crime in order to get by, not knowing how to do anything else to survive. When the epidemic stroke, the world went into a panic and countless people were dying by the second. Then GeneCo was formed and we considered ourselves "saved" though deep down, we knew that all sense of morality had gone down the drain. We became a race much worse than our ancestors. Repossession used to apply to things like cars and other material things. Now it just meant murder; legalized murder.

As my heels clicked along the concrete, I could hear Luigi's grumble of annoyance. It's true, my heels had become very loud, especially since the streets were so dead, no pun intended. The distant sound of a police siren camouflaged the clicking of my shoes for a brief moment. Luigi stopped suddenly and turned to glare at me.

"You're shoes are really fucking annoying me."

"I know, I'm sorry, Mr. Largo. I can take them off if you need me to." I said with an obvious reluctance.

"No, I don't want your dirty feet messing up the inside of my car. Next time, you'll just have to wear something different."

I nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good." He then turned around and I glared at the back of his head, clutching on to the small freezer I was carrying. I was so tempted to reach in and grab one of the weapons I brought along. The idea of killing him and ended all this madness gave me a brief sense of relief. In a split second however, I reminded myself that I would not stoop down to his level. I wasn't a murderer. Just a murderer's assistant.

"Stop." He said, breaking the silence. "This is the place." We had stopped in front of a rather dirty looking apartment with graffiti marking the front door. Luigi reached into his coat and took out the soon-to-be victim's file. This time, it was a woman who had apparently bought a liver. This was going to be so gross. I avoided looking at the name on the file hoping that it might make it a bit easier to watch what was about to happen. I still couldn't get that guy, Hector, out of my head. I couldn't stop thinking about how he was someone's son or husband or brother-in-law. Either way, he was a person with a life, and it was forcibly taken from him. It was the same situation for this woman. For all, I know, she could be someone's mother. I wondered if the Repo ever looked at their jobs from that point of view.

The door opened and the young woman stepped out, tightly clenching onto her purse. She was wearing a really skimpy dress wore a pair of heels higher than my own. I figured she must have been a prostitute but that didn't make this justifiable in any way. Luigi waited until she walked down the concrete stairs and turned around the corner until he signaled me to follow him as he followed her. I didn't have to see his face to know that he must have been wearing a gigantic grin on his age. I swear that he looked like a kid on Christmas while slitting Hector's throat. Closer and closer we were approaching the unsuspecting girl and all the while I was just pretending that I was an actor in some kind of sick horror movie. Finally, the girl stopped in her tracks and so did I. Luigi grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the shadows just as the girl turned her head.

"Hello?" she called out. "Who's there?" Funny, the expression on her face didn't look frightened. Maybe she was used to this kind of thing; being pursued I mean. She probably figured that she was safe because her payment wasn't up yet. How wrong she was. She looked around again and then brushed it off, turning back around and continued towards her intended destination. That's when Luigi turned around and signaled me to stay quiet; informing me that he was going in for the kill. Before the poor girl could do anything else, he ran up from behind her and stabbed the left side of her lower back. She gasped in pain and jerked back. He drew the knife out in a swift motion and she fell to the ground. Her lifeless body made a thud sound as she hit the floor. She died pretty instantly; he must have punctured a vital artery.

Luigi smiled sinisterly down at her and took off his ascot, wiping off the blood on his knife with it. Then he threw it to the ground and laughed. "Another successful night!" he cried happily. "I feel relaxed already!"

What a psycho, I thought to myself. Only he would get that excited about something disturbing as this.

"Come here." He said. "Let's get that liver so we can get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."

This place gave him the creeps? In my opinion his presence alone made it about 10 times creepier. I didn't dare say this out loud though. Instead I just walked over and set the freezer down. I knelt to the ground and opened up the case with the large scalpel inside. I carefully turned her around and avoided looking at her face. Instead I focused on the spot where he stabbed her which was confidently very close to her liver. It was liking he was marking her for me. Gee, thanks Luigi. Again, I reminded myself that it wasn't me who actually killed her and that I was being forced to do this. Again I was inwardly screaming at myself for just standing there and letting it happen. The blood from her stomach dripped to the ground as I sliced her open and Luigi stepped away so it wouldn't get on his shoes. I found it so strange that he found joy in violence yet he didn't like blood getting anywhere on himself. Finally I finished and carefully placed the liver in the freezer. I made a mental note to bring a mask next time. I was so surprised I hadn't blown chunks yet. My stomach must have been stronger than I thought.

I took off the gloves and rose to my feet picking up the freezer. As Luigi and I began walking away I couldn't stop myself from looking back at her. I sighed and walked back, crouching down next to her once again.

"What are you doing?" Luigi hissed.

"One second." I said. I used my hand to close her eyes and she looked slightly more peaceful. "Forgive me." I whispered and then rose up again. "Okay let's go."

"Um, okay then." He said, giving me a weird look. Not surprising. I probably would have looked at myself the way. I don't know why exactly I did that. I guess it just gave me a peace of mind. Oh that reminds me, I forget to mention the whole "Shilo" incident to Luigi. I guess I would try and strike up a conversation in the car which in fact was waiting in the same spot where we were dropped off. The driver stepped out and opened the door for us, tipping his hat to me.

"After you." Said Luigi.

"Thank you." I said. At least his upbringing gave him a some sense of courtesy, at least when he was in a good mood.

I smiled at the driver and stepped inside, sliding myself onto the leather seat and setting the freezer on my lap. Luigi stepped in too and sat across from me. We rode in silence for a bit while I tried to think of something to say.

"Pretty nice night out tonight, huh?" I finally said. It was a bit trivial but it was all I could think of.

He looked at me as if he just noticed I was there. Then he shrugged and said "I guess."

"It kind of reminds me of last year. On the day of Blind Mag's last performance…"

He glared at me" What?"

"I just remember that the weather was nice on that particular evening. It was a memorable day." I stated.

"What are you getting at?"

"Nothing, nothing. It just came across my mind, that's all. There were so many unanswered questions that night like with the Wallace girl and-"

"Look! I don't want to talk about it okay? My sister has been trying to get me talk about since it happened and I don't fucking want to. Too many goddamn memories." he snapped.

I slightly recoiled back and regret bringing up the subject. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew it would hit a sore spot. I guess I should have known better. It was obvious that he was still sensitive about the loss of his father, no matter how evil the man was.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Largo. I didn't mean to pry."

He huffed in response. "Just don't bring it up again or I'll gut you. Got it?"

I gulped. "Yes sir." Well there goes my plan about talking about Shilo. Oh well, he probably didn't care too much about it. Maybe I could try my luck with Pavi or something.

Finally, the car arrived back at GeneCo headquarters and went through the back way so that we could slip into the storage room.

I slowly stepped out of the car and Luigi followed, opening the door and stepping inside. He took the freezer from my hands. "I'll put this away. You go return the weapons."

I nodded. "Okay."

I grabbed the scalpel from the box and slowly crept to the Repo room. I opened the door and flicked on the light switch. There wasn't as much equipment as last time. There must have been a lot of them out on the job tonight. Good thing we hadn't run into any of them. That would have been bad. Just as I had finished cleaning off the scalpel and was about to put it back where I originally found it, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?" asked a husky voice.

I jerked in surprise and turned around. My eyes widened in fear. It was a Repo man.