Repo! The Void City Opera

by Himizu-chan

Crossover of Repo! The Genetic Opera and the Void City series by J.F. Lewis. Rated M because the movie is rated R. Essentially the plot of Repo! starring vampires, a cat demon thing, and a sex witch. Honestly I was really surprised at how similar the two stories are and how well characters translated. It's raunchy, it's tragic, and it's full of singing goths! Complete!

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! The Genetic Opera or the Void City series.

It is a bleak future in Void City. A mysterious illness has spread though the population, causing organ failure in human, vampires, and werewolves alike. Rodger "Rotti" Largo finds that the secret is to make organs for transplant, making surgeries more affordable to the general populace. Eventually his company is so successful that people start getting surgeries even when they don't really need them. Rodger's company is incredibly successful, yet there is a dark side. If those who get surgeries are unable to keep up with payment, Rodger sends Repo Men to collect their organs, by killing the victim.

A chorus of somewhat high-pitched voices can be heard. "Reeeeeepooooo Maaaaaaan… Reeeeeepoooooo Maaaaaan."

Talbot the Grave Robber, a lean and handsome figure with long dark hair and a predatory smile, reclines against the brick wall of a dank and filthy alley. He doesn't seem to mind though as he straightens his black trench coat and begins to sing with a low pleasant growl.

"Out from the night, from the mist, steps a figure. No one really knows his name for sure. He stands at 6'6" head and shoulders. Pray he never comes knocking at your door…

Say that you once bought a heart or new corneas, but somehow never managed to square away your debts… He won't bother to write or to phone you. He'll just rip the still-beating heart from your chest!" Fangs appear briefly in his mouth, but then they are gone as he continues to smile pleasantly.

The scene changes to another dark dank alley as a thin pretty curly-haired girl runs through. She knocks frantically on several doors, screaming for help. Talbot's voice can be heard over the sound of her sobs.

"Now, you could run. You could hide. You could try to. But he always has a way of finding you. He will come at your weakest hour, when no one is around who might rescue you."

The girl ends up trapped in an old-fashioned cage-like elevator, and a figure clad in a black leather-like coat and wearing a black mask that covers his entire face except for his mouth leaps down towards her, ripping into her throat with his fangs. She gurgles helplessly for a moment before collapsing to the ground. The figure uses his fangs to rip into her body and gently rip away organs, checking each one for barcodes and placing a few organs into a small cooler.

The chorus can be heard again. "Reeeeeepooooo Maaaaaaan… Reeeeeepoooooo Maaaaaan."

"And none of us…" continues Talbot, "are free from this horror, for many years ago, we all fell in debt. New body parts were needed to perfect our image, and until our debts are clear, we will live in fear of the..."

"Reeeeeepooooo Maaaaaaan… Reeeeeepoooooo Maaaaaan."

The view changes to an overview of Void City. A gigantic Jumbotron screen can be seen showing pictures and messages. A woman's voice can be heard pleading that the repossessions must be kept legal in order to keep transplants affordable. Then a male voice calls out that the viewers must "Tune in tonight for Blind Tabitha's farewell performance at the Genetic Opera!"

Cut to Rodger's office. Two young female vampires wearing suit jackets, shades, very short skirts, and fishnet stockings walk out of an elevator. Both have their blonde hair pulled up in severe up-dos, have blue lipstick on their lips, and carry large guns. In perfect unison, they walk up to Rodger's desk and move to stand behind his chair. One girl hands him a set of photographs. He starts to look through them. Rodger himself has a lined face and hair that was just starting to become silver when he was turned. He looks tired, but still very much in control of his life and his affairs.

"What is this?" Rodger asks. He looks at the first photo, which depicts his son Philip "Luigi" crouched over a young woman's body, holding a bloody knife.

He looks at Philip. Philip is also an older man, inclined to a bit of plumpness, with a hooked nose and wild eyes. He's a bit twitchy and flinches under his father's glare. "You disgust me," Rodger manages to spit out. He looks at the next photo. His daughter, Rachel "Amber" is lying on the ground of an alley, clearly under the influence of drugs. Her legs are spread open, allowing a view of what's under her skirt for anyone who cares to look. Rodger looks up to see his daughter reclined on a couch, fluffing her hair and preening herself. She still looks like a very young girl, with long black hair, luminous dark eyes, and garbed in a delicate white dress. Rodger shakes his head and moves to the next photo where he sees his son Ebon "Pavi" crouching over the body of a woman. This woman is naked from the waist down and her shirt is ripped. Ebon is holding a bloody knife and the skin of the woman's face. Rodger glances at his son, who is perched on the edge of a chair and clutching a mirror. Ebon is a slight young man with perfectly coifed dark hair. He examines himself in the mirror, carefully touching the cheeks of the mask with a brand-new face stretched over it that obliterates his own features. This face has slim lips and a small pointed nose.

Rodger gazes furiously at all three of his children, but he is interrupted when another vampire walks in. This one is old and gray-haired, wearing a white coat and clutching several transparencies. Rodger accepts them and begins to look at them (somehow having no trouble reading them despite the fact that they are transparent). They are test results. Rodger can see that he himself now has signs of the same blood disease that he used to kill Marni seventeen years ago. It is the only disease in the world that can kill a vampire. He realizes he probably contaminated himself during the laboratory trials and has ironically begun his own demise. He has never successfully made an antibiotic, and Greta is the only vampire known to survive the disease, thanks to the disease originating in her bone marrow instead of her blood.

"I'm sorry Mr. Largo…" the vampire doctor whispers, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm afraid… I'm afraid it's terminal. You don't have much time. It's spreading rapidly." He freezes as Rodger slams the transparencies down on his desk. Then one of the female vampires lifts her gun and shoots the doctor right through the heart with a silver bullet. He lets out a strangled moan and falls to the floor. Rodger and the girls walk towards the elevator. As they reach it, a soft chorus of women's voices begin to sing.

"Thing you see… In a graveyard… Things you see… In a graveyard…"

"Maggots," snaps Rodger. "Vermin. You want the world for nothing. Commence your groveling. Rodger, your king, is dying. Even Rotti Largo cannot prevent this passing. Who will inherit GeneCo? I'll keep those vultures guessing." He begins to laugh wildly as the chorus resumes.

"Thing you see… In a graveyard… Things you see… In a graveyard…"

"I'll keep those vultures guessing!"

"Guessing, guessing, guessing…"

The scene changes to a house. In a large bed lies a young teenage girl, Greta "Shilo" Wallace. Her skin is the chalk white of a corpse and her hair is the deathly black of a raven. She wears a white shirt and a black schoolgirl skirt. Her black eyes snap open, as though she hears the music. She stands up, puts of a gas mask, and starts walking down a small tunnel until she reaches a mausoleum. She places a book and a vial of blood on a memorial stone that reads "Marilyn "Marni" Wallace". As she sips the blood, a lovely glowing bug floats past her. She tries to catch it in a jar, but it slips through the bars on the window-like slit of the door. She licks the blood from her lips and glances around guiltily before singing in a soft and slightly high-pitched voice.

"This will be quick… It's in my sight… I'll capture it… Run back inside… And be back home in time."

She scampers outside and snatches the bug with a glass jar, then turns to see Talbot the Grave Robber digging up a grave. He doesn't appear to see her, but then he begins to sing.

"Industrialization has… crippled the globe."

A tinny voice begins speaking from a loudspeaker nearby, alternating with Talbot's. "Enjoy GeneCo's day and nighttime formulas of Zydrate."

"Nature failed… as technology spread…"

"Ask a gentern if Zydrate is right for you."

"And in its wake, a market erected." Talbot finds his prize and pulls out a dead body, dumping it unceremoniously on the ground, causing Greta to gasp in surprise and horror.

"Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal."

"An entire city… built on top of the dead. And you… can finance… your bones… and your kidneys. For every market a submarket grows."

"No…" whispers Greta, seeing flashlights appearing at the edge of the graveyard.

"But best you be punctual," Talbot continues, seeming oblivious, "with making your payments… Lest it be you on the concrete be-LOW." He pulls out a syringe, sticking it up the corpse's nose and extracting a fluorescent blue liquid. "It's quick. It's clean. It's pure. It could change your life… rest assured. It's the 21st century… cure! And it's my job… to steal… and rob… GRAVES!" At that last word he stands straight up, throwing his head back and howling the word to the sky.

"No! Please, please stop!" Greta wails as sirens blare and the flashlights all turn in Talbot's direction.

"Grave robbers are on the premise! Lockdown, lockdown!" Someone was yelling.

"No, no, no, no!" Greta wails as she races to the door of her mausoleum, but it has shut and locked. "It's locked!"

"This way, kid," Talbot hisses, beckoning.

"Wait! You're going to get us caught!" Greta whimpers. But she follows him anyways as he picks up the corpse and uses it to batter down a small wall. It is a room filled with discarded corpses. The undignified heap of corpses seems to stretch for miles though it quickly vanishes in the dark. A feline smile appears on Talbot's face.

"Jackpot!" he purrs, climbing in. Greta follows, though she is shaking like a leaf. "So why care for these… petty obsessions? Your designer heart still beats with common blood. And what if you could have… genetic… perfection? Would you change who you are if you could? 'Cause it's quick. It's clean. And it's pure." He almost whispers as he sticks the vial under Greta's nose. She looks horrified.

"No, I shouldn't be here."

"It could change your life… rest assured."

"I have got to get home."

"It's the 21st century… cure!"

"This cannot be happening!" Greta's voice is frantic, but still clear and lovely.

"And it's my job… to steal… and rob… GRAVES!"

As he sings that last word, a pair of arms reaches into the hole and snatches Greta out. "No, no, no, please!" she wails as she is dropped to the ground.

"Grave robbers will be executed on sight!" the loudspeaker snarls.

"Graves!" Talbot howls again before dashing off into the night, leaving Greta to her fate.

"Let them go," the loudspeaker says suddenly just as we see Rodger peering at a TV screen and watching the scene.

"I didn't know! Please!" Greta wails.

"Hey!" someone yells. Suddenly the man in black from before appears, shoving aside the guards furiously. Greta continues to whimper as she sinks to the ground and passes out, a dim vision of the man in black appearing just before she blacks out. A tinny voice begins to chirp.

"Blood pressure warning. Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately. Medicate immediately."

Greta opens her eyes and finds herself lying in her large bed. She sits up quickly and sees her adopted father, Eric. "Dad!"

"Hey. It was a close one," he whispers. Though a bit older, he is still a good looking man. He has rich blonde hair and an easy smile that conceals his fangs rather well.

"Dad…"

"Too close."

"Dad, what happened?"

"You're gonna be all right, that's all that matters."

"Was I outside?"

"No Shi."

"There were these bodies…"

"You missed your medicine and fell unconscious."

"They were all dead!"

"Nonsense. Please be more cautious, you could go into shock."

"But it was real, Dad!"

"I am the doctor. And I'm your father."

"I didn't imagine this."

"Please, Greta, drop it."

"Couldn't have fathomed this."

"Please, Greta, stop it."

"Dad, I could smell the dead!"

"You could have died! You… You scare me to death!" He looks furious for a minute, then composes himself and stares down at his beloved adopted daughter. "A blood disease… that took your dear mother from us… passed from her, and into your veins. I'd be lost if I were to lose you. I will stop at nothing to keep you safe!"

"I'll take my meds, Dad, don't you worry," she reassures him gently in her soft childish voice.

"Just until I find a cure. Your mother, rest her soul, would be so proud of you. Though you cannot see her, she is here with you. We will always be there for you in your time of need… Greta, you're the world to me." Eric walks out the door and locks it to lock Greta inside. "Greta, take your medicine," he calls to her. Greta stands up and stares at the door for a minute.

"I'm… infected… I'm infected… by your genetics." She glares up at the holographic portrait of Marni staring down at her. "Greta, I'm the doctor. Greta, I'm your father. Oh Greta, that was close. Take your medicine. I'm infected… by your genetics… I'm infected… by your genetics. And I don't think that I can be fixed. No, I don't think that I can be fixed. Tell me why, oh why are me genetics such a bitch?" She begins to pace frantically around the room, flipping through books and finally flopping down on the bed to glare at her adopted mother again.

"It's this blood condition, damn this blood condition. Mother, can you hear me? Thanks for the disease! Now I am sequestered, part of the collection. That's what is expected when you are infected. That's what is expected when you are infected. That's what is expected when you are infected. How much of it's genetics? How much of it is fate? How much of it depends on the choices that we make? He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame? Is heredity the culprit? Can I stop it, or am I a slave?"

She tosses aside a book and walks slowly over to her barred window, gripping the bars with her thin white hands. Her voice drops and becomes soft and almost pitiful. "Ooohhhh… I want to go outside… outside… Oooohhhh… I want to go… outside… outside…"

Greta hadn't even dreamed of wanting to leave the house for at least a decade after Marni's death. The illness, her past trauma's, and then the shock of losing the closest thing she had to a mother had nearly destroyed her. She had been furious with her father for turning her into a vampire, and was still coming to terms with the fact that she was destined to be a frail seventeen-year-old girl for the rest of her life. But she was slowly coming to terms with the idea that she should begin to move on with her life. She yearned to speak with someone else who wasn't her father. And she wanted to see the outside world, something she had shut herself off from for two decades now.

Outside the Jumbotron continued to blare its message. "Ladies and gentlemen, Signore, signori… Don't you dare touch your TV. Tonight's genetic opera is the place to be! That's right friends!"

Eric paces slowly back and forth in his living room. Behind him is a hallway with many portraits of his beloved Marni. He looks agonized and his singing reflects that. "Where did our daughter go? It's me she must escape. My burdens I can't erase. The mother I might have saved."

Voices seem to come from the portraits now. "Assassin, murderer, monster."

"Marni, I need you now. Look what I've become. The nightmare that she should fear… is the father you left alone." This ends in a drawn-out wail as he mourns his wife. "The years roll by without you, Marni. Seventeen have come and gone… I've raised our Greta with the best intentions. But there is something I can't tell her. I'm lost without you here. I am only living out a lie! Greta can never leave. She is my everything. Nothing can bring you back. Greta is all I have."

"Assassin, murderer, monster."

"Years roll by without you, Marni. Seventeen have come and gone. I raised our Greta with the best intentions. There is something I can't tell her. I am lost without you here. I am only living out a lie!" With that, he storms over to the fireplace, pulls a hidden switch, and descends into an underground lab. He pulls on the black leather jumpsuit that we have already seen is the uniform of the Repo Men and walks over towards a man who is bound to a chair and gagged.

"I'm the monster."

"Assassin." In a breathy whisper in the background.

"I'm the villain."

"Assassin."

"What perfection!"

"Assassin."

"What precision!"

"Assassin."

"Clean incisions… I deliver. Unscathed organs… I deliver. Repossessions… I deliver. I'm the Repo. Legal assassin." As he chants/sings, he cuts into his victim, taking out his fearsome rage on his helpless victim before collapsing. His eyes are glowing red with anger, but he is not quite in his terrifying Uber-Eric stage.

Guilt has overtaken Eric completely now. He is no closer to finding a cure for Greta than he was seventeen years ago. He can feel her starting to pull away from him and his obsessions, but he still fears that the disease could rear up and try to claim her. He knows she is still a very fragile girl and he still remembers the tear-stained face of the violated girl, lying naked in her foster father's bed. Marni adored the girl and wanted to heal her, and Eric did as well. Now he wants to finish her work, but he is thoroughly unprepared to care for a young girl. And sometimes, lying alone in bed, he thinks of Tabitha… and then the guilt consume him again, hating himself for betraying Marni's memory in this way.

The scene changes to a GeneCo warehouse. A growly voice is chanting in the background. "Lungs and livers and bladders and hearts… You always save a bundle when you buy our GeneCo parts. Spleens, intestines, and spines and brains. All at warehouse prices but our quality's the same. GeneCo!"

Now female voices begin singing. "Mark it up. Mark it up. Mark it up. Mark it up." We see the inside of a warehouse. Organs are everywhere in jars and coolers. Young women who look more like strippers than nurses walk around in skimpy uniforms that just barely cover them up, so tight that little is left to the imagination. These women, known as genterns, are carrying tubs of organs or writing on clipboards. The three Largo children are there too. Philip is brandishing his knife, Ebon is staring at himself in a mirror while two girls fondle him, and Rachel storms in with two sexy beefcakes wearing black pants and black (there is no other word for it) harnesses across their bare chests. They also wear black sunglasses and their expressions never change no matter what Rachel does to them.

"Where the fuck is Dad, brothers?" Rachel demands haughtily.

"He left me in charge, sister!" Philip says fiercely. "I don't take lip from a slut!"

At the same time, "I don't take lip from a cunt!" Rachel sings back, punching him in the nuts as she does so. He grimaces angrily.

Ebon smiles, tilting his head to one side and purring, "My brother and sister should fuck…"

"Ebon! Shut the fuck up!" Philip yells at him. "I'm the smartest! And the toughest! I will find a hole and fuck it!" he adds, making several crude gestures to demonstrate. As he does so, a pretty young gentern walks by carrying a brain. She crashes into him, smearing blood all over his white shirt. Without pause, he stabs a hole in her stomach. He whips out his dick, sticking it right in the hole he just made in her stomach, fiercely fucking her expiring body for a moment before dropping her to the floor and tucking his dick away in the same movement so we are spared the sight of male frontal nudity. "If there ain't one… I will make one. Philip don't take shit from no one." He tore off his shirt, revealing several thick scars crisscrossing his torso. "One brain, mark it up. Only I got brains enough. That's why Pop will leave GeneCo to me, me, me, me, me, me!"

Ebon takes several steps forward, swinging his hips a little as he does so. "Ask a gentern… who they prefer. Ten out of nine will say the Pavi. The most dashing… panty-snatching…" As he sings, he reaches down and snatches the bright red thongs off his two genterns. "I will leave your diapers dripping. Two hearts, mark it up. Ebon steals all of the hearts."

"You ain't got the guts, brother!" Philip exclaims.

"All bark, but no lungs, brother," Ebon replies smoothly. "Dad will leave GeneCo to me."

They start singing in unison as they circled, facing each other and looking for an opening. "You wait… Time will tell."

"Ebon's face…"

"Luigi's fists…"

"…will woo them all…"

"…will rule you all…"

"When I inherit…"

"I'll inherit…"

"All Dad's stuff…"

"All this stuff…"

"Take Dad's will and write you out!"

"Take my cut and mark it up!"

Together again… "Mark it up, mark it up!" They link arms, faces nearly touching as they glare at each other.

"You could cut the sexual tension with a knife…" Rachel mutters as she storms out of the building.

Frankly, all three members of the Largo brood have some sexual issues to work out. Philip may be violent and savage, but he isn't immune to a pretty face and is always trying to get into Tabitha's bed. He uses sex as a show of dominance.

Rachel is just a run-of-the-mill slut, happy to spread her legs for anyone that has something she wants, usually either Zydrate or money to buy Zydrate. But being a Tantric sex witch has its benefits and she also uses her sexuality to control men. She does this with her two beefcake bodyguards, and also with some men that she just wants to dominate for whatever reason. There is a rather terrifying question buried in there about who would be dominant if Philip and Rachel ever decided to take each other on, but we won't be exploring that.

Ebon is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He enjoys the dance of seduction. He prides himself on having a variety of beautiful men AND women at his beck and call. And of course there's his obsession with stealing faces… However, no one is sure if he has sex with his chosen ones. Although he seems strange and simpering, there is an odd sexuality about him. Unfortunately, he's very sensitive, and tends to react badly to rejection. Catty and simpering, he cuts a comical figure and everyone underestimates him. The masks he wears of women's faces are also good at hiding his eyes and his real thoughts.