I don't own Repo The Genetic Opera or any of its characters.

LinaNamiStar: I have issues gettin used to it too, but he does have a soft side. It's just hidden away til his heart decides to grow three sizes. Ha. I love wolves and for some reason the usage of references to them just seems to pop out of me, I don't even notice til someone says something about it. It works though. Anton is supposed to remind you of a dictator. Just sayin. I appreciate that you say that rather then yell at me for writing "smut". If you want to skip it cause you're uncomfortable, please feel free to. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I won't kill you, you reviewed. Thanks for your review, I look forward to your next.

Erin: I do enjoy it, I'd apologise but I enjoy this too much. Luigi compared himself to Stalin, he compared Rotti to Hitler. Stalin didn't have camps but he didn't need them. He had Siberia, the world's most feared prison. I'm hoping the "camp" Luigi is having be used is more like Siberia, rather than a Nazi camp. I can't help but add history repetition into my stories. Like I said to the other reviewer, I just love wolves. I put them in without really noticing it. I felt it was time for some fighting and blood, there will be much more to come. The soldiers won't be fighting each other anymore, that was just for their final training. Yes, Graves is a perfect mix of hidden emotions and outward apathy. I'm really glad he's on character. I don't know how to deal with emotional Luigi either, it makes me just want to snatch him up and hold him. We'll hear the verdict on Amber in this chapter, hopefully. Pavi doesn't know how to deal, either. He's got a physically broken sister and an emotionally shattered big brother, he doesn't know who to turn to or what to do. Yes, Luke will be showing up more and more from this point on. FUCK YES! I'm so glad it was as epic as I wanted it to be. See? The waiting part was important. There will be SSSOOOO much more sex and violence from here on out...The chapters will probably get longer so I can fit it all in. (giggity). Thank God I'm better than that shite. If this did get published and made, I'd get to meet Bill, so trust me, I wish it would too. Luigi had to be "sweet" during it, he loves her and didn't want to hurt her. Thanks for your review, I look forward to your next.

GeneCo: Sustaining The Genetic Opera

Chapter: Battle Begins

Owen slowly opened his eyes, still feeling tired but unable to sleep any longer. It took him a moment to realise where he was, he groaned once he figured it out. His leg was starting to throb faintly and that was likely what had woken him up. He heard what sounded like wheezy snoring from by his window and turned to look.

Even though it was shadowy over there, he knew exactly who was just outside the window. Chuckling softly he looked around his bed for any small object. Someone had brought in a stress ball and left it on the bedside table, probably to help him deal with the pain in his leg until the medications kicked in.

He grabbed the stress ball, sat up straighter, and whipped it as close to the head of the man outside his window as possible.

Graves felt something hit his temple and jumped up, instantly ready to have to fight someone. He heard someone trying to not laugh loudly but failing miserably and looked into the window of the hospital room. He saw Owen, laughter calming down to a smirk and beckoning him into the room.

Graverobber climbed into the hospital room, warily glancing through the door window into the hallway. He then walked to Owen's bed, shaking his head at the young man.

"Jackass." he muttered.

"I'm not the one creepin outside hospital windows." chuckled Owen, wincing a moment later as the pain in his leg started the throb a bit more. Graves saw the wince and guilt crashed down on him again.

"I'm sorry, man." said Graves. The younger man looked at him in confusion.

"What are ya talking about? You didn't do this to me. Since when did you get so damn sentimental?" joked Owen.

"Since I could've prevented this." replied Graves, not meeting his friend's eyes. Owen's light hearted expression fell.

"What do you mean?" he asked, warily.

"I mean I watched those guys walk right into this building, Owen. They walked right past me, I knew they were up to something and I did nothing about it." confessed Graves.

"You what?" asked Owen, his voice embodying the hurt he felt.

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry...sorry, huh? All you had to do...All you had to do was tell someone! Make an anonymous call to the police or something!" snarled Owen, the temper he'd inherited from his father snapping at this. Graves had no reply as his friend's eyes flashed exactly like the man who used to scare the shit out of him, Owen took a few deep breaths before breaking the silence.

"I could've lost all I've got left, Graves. I just got to connect with my own father and his family. Literally, just got to. In the blink of an eye they could've all been in body bags today, following my mother right down into the god damned pits that you prowl all the fucking time. That I can live with because it didn't fully happen but now I hear this? That my friend, my own fucking friend who I've done countless things for, could've prevented this completely? If I wasn't bedridden right now, I'd beat the fucking shit out of you, Graves." said Owen, anger clear in his voice. Graverobber's head was down, his eyes staring at his feet.

"At least you're okay." muttered Graves.

"Yeah, I am. I don't know how my dad or my aunt are."

"What?" asked Graves, caught off guard.

"You didn't hear it all? I'm not the only one who was shot. Dad was hit and so was Amber. I think Dad's probably alright, it looked like a minor wound from what I saw. Amber, on the other hand, I don't even know if she's still alive." said Owen, Graves felt his heart sink more than he thought it could. He couldn't give two shits about Luigi, the two had never liked each other anyway, but Amber was hit too.

Graves was brought out of his thoughts when Owen groaned in pain.

"Look, I'll get out of your hair so you can call the nurse for more meds. Unless you wanted me here?" said Graverobber. Owen shook his head.

"No, man. I need the meds right now. I'll talk to you later. Don't come back til I'm not pissed off any longer." said Owen, pushing the button for the nurse.

Graves didn't know what else to say so he left, climbing out of the window and trying to figure out how he was going to find where Amber was being kept. If she was still alive, that is.

Xxxxxx

The armed forces moved further and further into the city, pushing people back. Many had already been forced onto trucks and taken to the camp. Those that were permitted to stay in their homes watched in awe and fury, a lot of fear as these soldiers made their way through.

At random intervals, gunfire would ring out as someone tried to fight against the army and was shot down, their body tossed into any near pit. Eventually, word had spread from neighbor to neighbor that it was futile to fight against this force.

As word spread further about what was happening, a lot of people didn't believe it until it was too late and they saw it for themselves. Others tried to hurry into the main square for some sort of refuge and to protest. Few made it there and those that did were immediately arrested by the armed forces-turned-police-officers that were stationed in the square.

The internet itself that only worked for this island was completely shut down. It was the first electronic black out since the world collapsed years ago and Sanitarium Island came into existance. TV stations were cut off, all radio stations practically destroyed, the only lights that were left to work were streetlights and in only the houses that contained no people that had to be taken to the camps.

Anarchy and revolt nearly broke out, but was quickly squashed. It was relatively quiet and quick until they reached the main square where the rebels had gathered and were waiting to battle on presumably their last stand.

Xxxxxx

Luigi felt himself waking up but didn't open his eyes just yet, wanting to see if he still might fall back to sleep. Feeling relaxed, he suddenly remembered the night before and slowly opened his eyes. His sight registered a peacefully sleeping Shilo and he smiled, feeling something warm in his heart as he looked at her.

He leaned forward gently and pressed his lips against her forehead then lay his head back on the pillow, just watching her sleep.

He wasn't sure how long he watched her, but eventually her breathing pattern changed and her eyes slowly opened. Seeing him, her face split into a smile.

"Hi." she muttered, blushing slightly, not yet used to these situations. His hand cupped the side of her face softly, smiling at her.

"Feel alright?" he asked, his hand sliding down her body to rest on her hip. She scooted a little closer to him and felt a somewhat painful throb between her legs, despite the warm feeling of his hand on her hip. He saw her wince and felt slightly guilty.

"You're hurtin, huh?" he asked.

"A litte bit. I'm pretty sure that's normal, though." she said, her hand trailing the scratches she'd inflicted on his back.

"It is, I just hate to think I'm the cause, in a way." he replied, thumb rubbing back and forth on her hip.

"It's okay. It won't last, I'm sure. Besides, it's a bit like a good type of pain when you think about it." she said, looking at him.

"How so?" he asked.

"Well, it's like...It's like a scar, in a way." she said, hand moving from his back to his chest and tracing his scars subconsciously.

"Like a scar?" he asked, brow furrowing, trying to figure out what she was getting at.

"Yeah. Scars hurt when you first get them but then become memories. Some scars aren't visible and have no trace of ever being there while others last forever. They can represent good memories or bad ones. This was a good one, regardless of whether or not it hurts." she explained, giving him a small smile.

He sighed softly and pressed his lips against hers. She pressed back, letting a squeak of surprise through the kiss when he pulled her leg across his side. She broke the kiss and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry." he said, remembering she'd be too sore to do anything more just yet.

"You, Sir, get out of hand a bit quickly, don't you?" she accused, a teasing expression on her face.

"Me? No, no, no. It's all your fault." he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Right, yep. Cause I'm the guy who at the snap of fingers goes from a gentle kiss to trying to rip the other person's clothes off with no warning." she said, sarcastically.

"Exactly. You're out of control." he replied, completely straight faced. She laughed and shook her head.

"You're ridiculous." she chuckled, moving her leg back. He smiled at her and rolled onto his back, putting a hand behind his head and sighing. She moved over and lay her head on his chest, listening to the metallic ticking for a while.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do, Shi." he said, softly, almost sounding defeated. She looked up at him, startled by the sudden change.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do if Amber doesn't make it. I...I couldn't handle that. I'm the oldest, dammit. I'm supposed to go before either of them, I can't lose them." he said, voice almost cracking. She moved off of his chest and up so her head was next to his, running a hand through his ruffled hair.

"You won't. She's going to be okay." she said, he looked at her.

"How do you know that?"

"I don't. It's called hope. If you don't have hope, you've got nothing left." she said, looking back at him. He was silent for a few moments, looking down. She put her hand under his chin and brought his gaze back to hers.

"Please look at me, I love looking into your eyes." she said, he did.

"Hope only gets me so far, hon." he replied, his voice cracking.

"She'll be okay and so will you. Just hold on to hope." she said, looking into the blue of his eyes. He looked back, hiding nothing, just like the night before. When he opened his mouth to respond, however, he was cut off by sounds of gunfire from the street.

Eyes wide and expression fearful, she glanced at the windows then looked back to him.

"I gotta get up." he said. She moved away from him, watching him get off the bed and start pulling clothes on.

"You're not going out there." she stated, almost ordered.

"I might eventually."

"No, Luigi, you won't." she replied, ordering this time, her voice firm as fear shuttled through her.

"Look-" he began.

"No, you look. Look at your shoulder, that was their first attack on you and you'd be dead if it wasn't for Owen having been present. Now look at me and understand the fact that I need you. I need you to be here, to be okay." she said, sitting up, voice shakey as she tried to control her emotions. Gunfire continued to ring out from the streets below, seeming to be closer to the building and as though more guns had joined the fray.

He glanced at his shoulder where the patch was more red than white and probably needed to be changed. Taking a deep breath, he looked back at her.

"I won't go out there until the situation is under control. However, you need to look at me and understand what my position is. I have a duty and a responsibility to restore order to this Island. Doing that means that my enemies need to fear me, as well as that I need to wipe out those that are willing to act. I can't do that from behind a desk. I won't do that from behind a desk. I'm tougher than you think. You have to give me some trust." he explained to her, keeping his voice as calm as he could. He sat down on the side of the bed after buttoning his shirt up and tucking it into his pants. Using a hand to cup the side of her face, he looked at her. She put her hand over his.

"I can't lose you too." she whispered, fighting tears. Leaning his forehead against hers, his thumb wiped a tear from her cheek.

"You won't. I promise. No matter what happens, you won't lose me." he vowed, closing the space between them and pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and kissed back hard, sighing when he broke the kiss a moment later.

"You come back to me tonight." she said, giving a small smile when he grinned.

"I plan on it." he replied, pulling away and standing. Pulling his jacket on, he went to the door and left without another word. Heaving a shakey sigh, she lay back down, on his side of the bed, and tried to quiet her fears.

Xxxxxx

The sound of faint beeps and familiar snoring registered in her mind before memories began to replay on the back of her closed eyelids. Bright flashes then a sudden feeling of scalding pain in several places. Suddenly remembering seeing those bold bastards pull guns out, her eyes snapped open.

The room around her was dimly lit and it wasn't her room. Looking around, she stopped when she found the source of the snoring. A stocky, tattooed man was in the chair right next to her bed, chin resting on his chest as he slept.

Looking at herself, she saw tubes in her body in a few places and felt the oxygen tubes in her nostrils. Without knowing it, a whimper of fear escaped her. The man next to her woke up immediately and slid a big hand into hers, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"Amber...Amber, it's alright." his gruff voice promised. She turned to him, starting to shake in shock. He got up and sat on the bed, sliding his arms around her when she suddenly clung to him. His hand rubbing her back, he reached over briefly and pressed the nurse button.

Another memory crossed her mind and a new fear arose in her. She remembered seeing a bullet go through what looked like her brother's chest before feeling any pain and blacking out.

"Wh...where's Luigi? Is he okay? Please say he's okay..." she begged, starting to cry.

"Shh, shh. He's fine. It's all okay. You're okay, too. Calm down, love." he said, his deep, rough voice oddly soothing to her. She had stopped panting and calmed down by the time a nurse came in and checked her vitals. Luke ordered that the nurse find Luigi and let him know Amber was awake then returned to comforting her.

Xxxxxx

Pavi walked into Luigi's office, expecting him to be here any moment since the gunfire in the streets hadn't yet ceased. Sitting down in his usual chair, he wondered why on Earth he couldn't just peacefully recover from the best surgery he'd ever gotten. The annoyance usually present with his brother showed as he scowled, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair.

Heaving a sigh, he got up and walked to the window, looking down at the chaos in the street. There was likely over a hundred people down there, not counting the soldiers trying to advance on the rebels. Some civilians had waited too late to run or hide and were caught in the crossfires, being mistaken for rebels or being used as human shields by either side. In some places, you could barely tell the difference between the two main forces since they'd dropped their rifles and turned to hand to hand combat.

Hearing the elevator ding, he knew his brother was finally here but continued to stare down into the war zone.

"I haven't looked yet. How bad?" he heard Luigi's voice ask, as the older man's footsteps came towards him.

"Very-a bad, fratello." replied Pavi, feeling as though he'd seen this before. In a way he had, their father had been able to take over almost thirty years ago when a rebellion had taken place, dislodging the order of things. Rotti had been able to slip a hand around the Island's throat while the Russains and the Patriots, the name the rebels then had taken, were too busy fighting for control.

Luigi had come over to stand next to Pavi now, looking down at the street finally.

"Fuckin idiots." muttered the older brother.

"What are-a we going-a to-a do?" asked Pavi. Luigi heaved a sigh and walked over to his desk and hit the talk button on the intercom.

"Who's down there?" he asked, Pavi realized he was talking to the front desk downstairs. A frightened woman's voice answered.

"K...k..Karen. Bullets are starting to make it through some of the windows, Sir." she squeaked, both brothers could hear the truth of her words in the background.

"Are all the building's security forces down there?"

"Yes, Sir, they're waiting to do anything until people start trying to come in."

"I want half of them to get down to the armory, grab everything they can carry, and meet me on the roof." ordered Luigi, Pavi turned from the window now, giving his brother a confused look.

"Y..yes, Sir." squeaked the woman. The intercom went dead.

"What-a are you-a planning, fratello?"

Before Luigi could answer, the elevator dinged again and two women walked in. One was a nurse and the other was Raven.

"Sir, -" began the nurse, Luigi cut her off.

"Not now, god dammit, if you haven't noticed I've got a war goin on outside." he snapped, waving for her to go away. She hesitated slightly, then did, getting back in the elevator and disappearing.

"Sir?" asked Raven.

"Did you not just fucking hear me?" he asked, snapping again. Raven shrank back slightly then grabbed whatever internal courage she had.

"Is Owen okay? I tried to find him but then the fight outside started and no one would give me any fucking directions. I just want to know if he's okay." she said, letting her frustration out. Luigi raised his eyebrows at her, first threateningly then almost amused.

"He's fine, firstly. Secondly, don't you ever talk to me like that again." he said, not sounding very angry as he said it. Pavi breathed a slight sigh of relief, having thought for sure that Raven was about to be ripped in two.

"I'm sorry. Where is he?" asked Raven.

"In a fucking hospital room."

"Please tell me which one, Sir."

"No." he said. She looked stunned for a moment, not understanding why she couldn't go see the man she was supposed to take care of.

"Why not?" she asked, annoyance in her voice again.

"Because you're gonna stay in here and do something for me."

"What?"

"You know how to work the camera system in here, I assume?"

"Yes, Lisa showed me how to do all of that." she replied, still confused. Pavi joined her in that department as he still couldn't figure out what the hell his brother was doing.

"I'm gonna be on the roof in a few minutes and I want you to have a camera up there, aimed at me and showing on the billboards. Make sure my voice is projected too." he instructed.

"Um...okay. Why?"

"Because, I'm about to order quite a lot of people to their deaths and I want them to see me do it." he answered, walking past her and Pavi to the elevator. Pavi and Raven exchanged an astonished look before the younger man quickly followed his brother in order to go up with him.

*( yes, I'm intentionally leaving you with a cliffhanger. It motivates me more. If you were concerned with Luigi "going soft", next chapter shall prove you wrong, don't worry.

Leave me a review, thanks for reading. I'll post next as soon as I can)*