I don't own Repo The Genetic Opera or any of its characters.
ScalpelSlut: thank you, its great to hear you enjoy my writing. Luigi likes to think of himself as completely invincible, he didn't even consider having guards in the room for that reason. Great to hear your hangin in for the continuation. Thanks for your review. I look forward to your next.
Erin: You'll see what happens to Amber. I'm oddly not bothered to accept that I'm a sadist. Yea, I actually laughed aloud a few times at Luigi's answer about going to see a movie. He's great. I couldn't resist to make him ticklish. It just makes for such great comedy that I couldn't resist. Good, cause I'm startin to get fuckin impatient about the sex as well, hahaha. I had to put it off to have other shit happen tho, and to be honest, now I'm puttin myself in a corner to make the moment when they finally have sex be absoluely epic cause of the tension i continue to build up. Grrr. I'm so fucking relieved to hear you think Graverobber is written well. He's the only one where I have to keep stopping and trying to figure out whether or not I've got him in character or not. As lovable as Graves is, we all must understand that he is selfish. Muahaha! Implosion complete! I will blame my skills if needed, thank you. Owen has some Pavi qualities to himself anyway. He's definitely a Ladies Man in his own way. Okay, rambling ceased...Good cover. In all honesty, it was a great idea. They knew they probably wouldn't make it out alive but if Owen hadn't had his gun and been quick enough to also start shooting, the Largos that were there would most likely have been killed. It was actually a clever plan, I thought. Until you consider the consequences of failing...YES! Scared ya. When you get Luigi into a full rage like that, he is fucking scary. This will be fun. I'm not positive why I felt the need to put the Shilo and Bartender conversation in but you just said it for me. It provides some interesting backstory and calms things down for a moment, only to have them spiral out of control again. You'll be okay. Thank you for the review, it was fucking awesome, I can't wait for your next.
GeneCo:Sustaining the Genetic Opera
Chapter: There Will Be Blood
There was a group of people in a dark room that was obviously underground. A tv sat in the corner and the news was on, it was dead silent other than the newscaster's voice.
"The assassination attempt was a failure, from what we've heard. According to our source, none of the Largos have died although one is in critical condition and may not make it. We've not been told for sure which member of the family that is but our source speculates that it's Amber Sweet.
Once again, no one had been pronounced dead. We have been told that Owen Largo and Luigi Largo were also shot, but that Pavi Largo was not even present for this. No word yet on where they were shot or how they are doing. As soon as we know anything at all, we'll be sure to broadcast it at once.
News on the Assassins are that they're members of the Rebellion that Luigi threatened not long ago at a press conference. Source says the shooter is dead but his companions are still alive and in custody.
For those who don't remember that press conference, here's what the eldest Largo had to say about this group then: " Said the newscaster, the tv then proceeded to show the press conference when Owen was introduced to the world.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as a man walked to the tv and turned the volume down.
"Unacceptable!" he suddenly shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. He paced in front of the television, no one dared move.
"Who authorised this attack?" asked the man, his voice calm again. After a brief moment, a man near him stood up.
"I did, sir." said the younger man.
"Do you have any idea what you've cost us? We can't afford mistakes!"
"Sir, you told me it couldn't look as though it came from you. You said it had to be sloppy but not too sloppy, I thought this was perfect." argued the young man. The older man, who seemed to be in charge, pulled out a gun and shot him in the head in front of everyone. Everyone flinched, but no one dared to speak out or move at all, they barely breathed.
"Plans are changed. We no longer have ultimate surprise on our side. Not only did you imbociles cost us three of our best men, you failed to make sure Luigi Largo was killed. He was the main fucking target for a reason. Would anyone like to explain that reason?" asked the man in charge.
"He'll go for revenge, Sir." said someone in the crowd. The man in charge nodded in the direction the voice came from.
"Correct. That will not be normal revenge, children. That will be revenge that means not only is he after our blood, he's after our families. He will not stop slaughtering us and our siblings, wives, or children in the streets until he's dead or all of us are. That is what your idiocy has brought down upon us. I hope you're prepared to fight, because he will no longer accept surrender. Arm yourselves. Stay prepared, we don't have long." said the man in charge, then he turned the tv volume back up and walked out.
Xxxxxx
Luigi stumbled out of the elevator, with Lisa's help, only to be nearly barrelled over by Shilo as she dragged him into an urgent hug. He didn't even recognise her at first but soon hugged back as best he could.
"I have to get to Owen and Amber." he muttered.
"Okay, I'm coming with you." she replied. Shilo went to his other side and copied Lisa in helping keep him on his feet. They started walking towards the way the stretchers had gone. The secretary who'd sent the rebels up ran towards him, tears in her eyes.
" ! I'm so sorry, I-" she started, he cut her off but kept walking, the secretary keeping up with them.
"Shut the fuck up. Just keep the press out of here, send me my Russian, wake up Pavi, block the windows in the lounge by the bar, send every head member of staff and all personal GenTerns to the lounge for a meeting, and have the Police Commisioner meet there too." he finished, waving her off and ignoring his lightheadedness.
As they reached the hospital entrance, nurses ran out with a wheelchair.
"No, damn it, I'm fucking walking!" he snapped at them.
"Maybe you should sit, it might be safer." said Shilo, still walking.
"No. And that's final." he answered, stubbornly. Shilo burned to reply but figured right now it was just best to not argue with him.
Eventually, much slower than if he'd just agreed to a wheelchair, they made it to the waiting room outside the operating rooms.
"Where's Owen and Amber?" he demanded to the nurses in the area.
"They're both in emergency surgery, Sir. Please sit down, we need to get you hooked to a blood transfusion." replied one of the nurses.
"I want to see my son and my sister, damn it." he replied, not sitting down. By this time, Shilo's patience couldn't handle his stubborness any longer.
"God damn it, Luigi, sit down! You're no good to either of them if you've passed out!" she snapped. Everyone but Lisa and Luigi looked at her in total shock, wondering if she had a death wish. Luigi turned to her, glaring briefly, then his expression softened a little bit.
"Fine." he sighed, turning back to the nurse and scowling, daring her to express triumph of any sort. He sat in the chair that was pulled up for him and rolled up one of his sleeves. It was oddly silent while another nurse hurried over with a bag of blood and an IV cord, inserting it into his arm and backing away.
"At least give me a fucking update!" he suddenly snapped, not able to handle the silence or wondering any longer. One of the nurses hurried into both operating rooms then rushed back out.
"Sir, your son is almost out to go to his own room for recovery. They pulled the bullet out and stitched the artery that had been severed. He's going to be fine. Your sister is...well, we don't yet know if she's going to make it." said the nurse, nervously. Luigi felt his heart go from relieved to dropping into the pit of his stomach.
"How the fuck do you not know?! This isn't 1912, for fuck's sake!" he shouted, his temper surfacing through fear.
"She was hit numerous times, Sir. She has internal bleeding as well as external, we're doing all we can."
"Well that's not fucking good enough! Make her okay!" he shouted. The nurse winced and rushed into one of the operating rooms.
Shilo sat next to Luigi and grabbed his free hand, squeezing it.
"Do you want some water?" asked Lisa.
"No, I want a fucking scotch." he replied. She sighed and shook her head.
"Luigi, you're in the middle of a blood transfusion, I can't give you alcohol. All you can have is water til you're finished." answered Lisa. He glared at her and she raised her eyebrows at him.
"Fine, go get me water." he said. She nodded and strode off.
He leaned back and rested the back of his head against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to control the rage of different emotions inside of him.
"It's going to be okay." said Shilo, softly.
"How do you know?" he asked, his voice sounding cracked and hurt rather than sharp. She rested her head on his shoulder, noticing his crisp shirt was a little damp from sweat.
"I have hope." she replied.
"That doesn't change shit."
"Yes it can. If you give up hope, there's no point for anything anymore."
"Just because I hope she'll be okay doesn't mean she will."
"True. But just because you think she won't be okay doesn't mean such." replied Shilo. He didn't respond immediately. The only sounds for a few moments were the ticking of the clock and distant grumble of voices from the lounge.
"I failed them, Shilo." he whispered, suddenly.
"What?" she asked, straightening up and looking at him.
"I'm supposed to protect them, I failed."
"No, don't think like that." she replied. He didn't get the chance to respond as they both looked towards the sound of someone sprinting towards them.
Pavi skidded to a stop in front of them, catching his breath and looking alarmed.
"Fratello..." panted Pavi, seeming lost for words. He looked terrified.
"They're alive, for now." said Luigi, his voice sounding a little weak.
"Jen told-a me what-a happened...will they-a be okay?" asked Pavi, looking at least a little heartbroken.
"Owen will. They uh, they don't know yet about Amber." replied Luigi. Pavi's shoulders seemed to visibly slump, he took in the sight of the blood bag hooked up to his brother and a sudden expression of guilt came upon his face.
"I should-a have-a been there." said Pavi. Shilo gave him the same look she'd given Luigi earlier.
"Don't be silly. You'd have just gotten hurt as well. Both of you need to just aim your concerns towards if Amber is gonna be okay, not what you should or shouldn't have done." replied Shilo.
The brothers didn't say anything and a deafening silence consumed them.
"Fuck." muttered Luigi, hating the silence.
"Where's Erin?" asked Shilo.
"She's-a sleeping. I didn't want to-a wake-a her." replied Pavi.
Before either could say anything more, Luigi let go of Shilo's hand and stood up, pulling the IV out of his arm as he did so. She glared at him and Pavi seemed unphased.
"What are you doing?!" exclaimed Shilo.
"I don't need any more fucking blood and these fucking nurses never came back to tell me shit or to take it out." explained Luigi, ignoring the tiny trickle of blood that oozed out from where he'd extracted the IV. He turned to Pavi to say something but was distracted by the mean, grisled man he'd called for.
Anton Torshivik stood at ease in the doorway to the waiting room. His face was expressionless, he seemed to be waiting for orders.
"You know what's happened?" asked Luigi, looking the fearsome man in the eye.
"Yes, Sir." was the curt answer.
"Are the Dogs ready?"
"The majority."
"What about those that aren't?" asked Luigi, barely curious.
"With your approval, I was going to have them executed to prove that we will not accept weakness."
"Fine. How are you doing that?" answered Luigi, ignoring the feel of Shilo's astonished glare directed at him.
"I was going to have the other soldiers beat them to death. It strengthens the men and shows me who will obey any and every order."
"Good, I like it." replied Luigi, nodding. He didn't want good men in his army, he wanted angry, vicious dogs who would obey any order. Dogs that lived for bloodshed, whether justified or not.
"What are your orders, Sir?" asked Anton.
"Arm them, mobilize them. I want them to comb the island, pull out any and every rebel and relation to a rebel that they can find. That training camp I gave you? Well, it's not gonna be for training anymore. Put them all there, interrogate them, find them all, those who won't behave or give you answers, make examples out of them so that the others will be too terrified to disobey. You do whatever you have to. The law doesn't apply to you, other than what I order. Understood?" asked Luigi, still looking the man in the eye.
"Yes, Sir." answered Anton. He gave a salute then marched out. After watching him leave, Luigi turned his attention to the gaze that was burning through him. He didn't see the disgust he kept expecting to see but he did see contempt.
"How can you approve something like that?" she asked. He felt annoyance poke at the sleeping tiger known as his temper.
"How can you ask me that when my sister and son are in hospital beds?!" he replied, his voice rising.
Pavi stepped between them, glancing at them both with raised eyebrows.
"Now is-a not-a the time to-a be fighting about-a who thinks-a what is-a wrong or right." stated Pavi, his voice even and calm in contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside of him. Luigi and Shilo didn't even seem to notice he'd spoken or moved.
"Two wrongs don't make a right!" said Shilo, her voice rising as well.
"You've got the same fucking problem your father used to have! You're an idealist in a shit world! There is no right anymore! What's left of earth is nothing but a cesspool that closely resembles Hell! You do what you can to survive and what you want to be happy! It took your mother dying for you father to ever fucking realise that! What's it gonna take for you?!" shouted Luigi, completely ignoring the attention he was attracting, as usual. Due to what had happened he was cuaght between hysterically crying or losing his temper and preferred to do the latter.
"What gives you the right to bring either of them into this?! You want to start opening up wounds?! Fine! I can play that game too!" she started, Pavi interrupted her.
"Silenzioso! Entrambi di tu!" shouted Pavi, glaring at both of them for getting so out of hand. This time he successfully distracted them from their argument. Shilo's gaze snapped to him in confusion and Luigi glared at him.
"What?" asked Shilo.
"He said be quiet, both of us." answered Luigi, his voice a bit kinder. He turned and started pacing.
Shilo felt her eyes start watering, and wiped the tears away, turning. Pavi sighed, shook his head and walked over to the seats, sitting down.
After an awkward silence that seemed to last forever, Luigi marched out of the waiting room towards the lounge. Pavi watched him go and sighed again, Shilo turned.
"Where'd he go?" she asked.
"That-a way." answered Pavi, pointing towards the lounge. Shilo glanced in that direction and sat down next to Pavi.
Luigi ignored the crowd he'd ordered to gather and went straight to the bar. The old man was sitting there, waiting for him. Without even having to speak, a scotch on the rocks was set down in front of him. He took it quickly, downing it all in one go, then turned to face the crowd.
The windows had been covered, like he'd asked and only the staff he'd ordered present was there. No press, no common workers, just the people he'd asked for. Perhaps he wouldn't fire or stab that secretary afterall.
"In case anyone here doesn't know what's happened, I'll catch you all up and clear away any rumours. Everything said in this room stays in here, or you'll find yourselves meeting one of my knives. Anyone object to that?" asked Luigi.
No one moved or spoke. Much of these people had only ever spoken to Luigi or had his attention once.
"Good. Rebels attempted assassination. Owen, Amber, and myself were all shot. I'm fine, Owen will be fine, we don't know yet about Amber. When I said I was willing to wage war with the rebels, I meant it. For one, security here will be much tighter. Everywhere. For your wellbeings and to make sure you aren't forced to do something stupid because of your position here, you will all stay here 24 hours a day until this is fully resolved. Any objections to that?"
A few people looked at each other and seemed to want to speak, only one man was courageous enough to do so. The ex police comissioner who'd refused to join Anton's army.
"Some of us have families, Mister Largo. What if they go after our families?" he asked. Luigi sighed.
"Those of you with families can have them brought here as well. However, every member of your family that you bring will be interrogated. The only exceptions will be children under the age of 12." stated Luigi. A lot of the crowd looked relieved but confused. The few that looked outraged didn't say anything, except for the ex comissioner.
"Interrogated? For what?" he asked.
"For ties to the rebels. There's more of them than you'd think." answered Luigi, ignoring the man's outrage.
"And who'll be doing the interrogating? Your Nazis that you stole my cops for?!" accused the man.
Luigi glared at the man and suddenly whipped his scotch glass across the room at him. As always an athletic man, if the ex comissioner hadn't ducked, the glass would've busted in his face rather than on the wall behind him.
"Your cops are being put to much better fucking use. Now, I was thinking of making you the head of security here but if you ever, ever question me again I will fuck you up beyond any sort of fucking repair! Understand me, cocksucker?!" shouted Luigi, making everyone wince. The older man seemed to shrink a little bit but didn't say anything.
"I asked you a fucking question, you piece of shit." snarled Luigi, his furious gaze burning through the ex comissioner.
"I understand." was the answer, in a small voice.
"Good. Now, for the rest of you. If any of you know anyone involved with the rebels or anything about them at all, talk to one of the secretaries and she will set up a time for you to meet my General. Should you knowingly provide false information, you will be punished." said Luigi, he'd intended to say more but one of the nurses was trying to get his attention. He nodded at her and turned back to the crowd.
"I want one of the secretaries here to take a list of all who are in here before they leave. You go get your families then you come right back and check in. If you're not back by midnight, I'll assume you've switched sides and you'll be hunted as well. You're all dismissed." finished Luigi, then he grabbed another glass of scotch from the bartender who seemed to have an understanding pity in his eyes.
"Don't fucking look at me like that." said Luigi.
"It's not disapproval, Sir." replied the barman.
"What is it, then?" asked Luigi, not entirely caring but now wanting to stall as much as possible. He was afraid of what he'd be told about Amber.
"Well, I've watched you around here since you were making the transition from a boy to a young man. I know what you're going through right now. I suppose if there's a term for what you're asking about, it would be Paternal Understanding." answered the barman.
Luigi stared at him for a moment, a bit astounded at what the man had said to him. The old man gave him a small smile and turned to start cleaning used glasses.
Luigi stayed there a brief moment then made his way over to the nurse, trying to control his nerves.
Xxxxxx
Owen was rolled into a different room that seemed much more comfortable and was obviously used for long recoveries. He couldn't feel anything in his leg and found himself very tired. He felt them lift him off the stretcher and gently set him onto the softer hospital bed.
"Where's my dad?" he croaked, his voice rough from the medication they'd given him.
"He's out in the waiting room. We'll let him come in but we need to put you to sleep and you need to rest for a few hours." answered one of the nurses. She put a needle into part of the IV tube, injected the medication, and walked out.
Owen relaxed and didn't try to fight it, although he did think he felt eyes on him from over by the window just before he passed out.
*( I'm aware that's a slightly shit way to end the chapter but I needed to end it fairly soon...please leave me a review.)*