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!

3. Chapter 3

A/N: Still don't own Repo! or the Void City series or any characters contained herein. Have a nice day!

Greta lies on her bed in her room watching TV. Blind Tabitha dances and sings on stage at one of her performances while her voice-over speaks about a special GeneCo product. Greta ignores the words, lip-syncing the song lyrics and humming to herself.

"Hi. I'm Blind Tabitha. Your treasured memories don't have to fade with time. Announcing GeneCo's Cornea Plus, GeneCo's breakthrough optical technology, where everything is digitally recorded so you can relive your favorite memories again and again."

The TV changes to another commercial, with a male voice this time. "Don't miss out on tonight's genetic opera…"

Greta looks up and sees that her wrist communicator has a message. She grabs for it as she hears a voice saying "…from Rodger Largo." Then his holographic head appears. "Incoming message from Rodger Largo."

"Greta… You don't know me, but your mother was once very dear to me. I can help you find your cure. Meet me in your mother's tomb."

The scene changes to Rodger sitting in the backseat of a limousine. "Ashes. Dust. My children were a bust. They shall inherit nothing. No, no… My legacy is too great… to throw away on ingrates. Eric Wallace had potential… till he stole my Marni away. In denial, Eric blamed himself for Marni's sudden death, and never once thought to suspect the man who wrote his checks. I guess… I'll take it to my death."

A chorus can be heard in the background. "Things you see… in a graveyard… Things you see… in a graveyard."

"I'll take it… to… my… death!" And then Rodger dissolves into laughter for the rest of the drive. When they arrive at the tomb, he steps out of the limo and stares longingly at the door. "Marni… It's Rotti. You never should've left me. I would have given you the world. It's been difficult to see you after what you've put me through. You forced my hand and made me do… Well, it looks like I'll be joining you. It seems the man who cured the globe cannot stop his own extinction… But I can go out with a bang!"

He steps away from the door and the twin vampire chicks walk quickly over, pulling on gas masks, kicking the door in, throwing in a smoke bomb, and stepping in to grab Greta and drag her out, despite her pleas.

"I can go out with a bang…" Rodger murmurs to himself.

"Things you see… in a graveyard…"

"Blood pressure warning…"

"No, no please! I can't be outside!" Greta sobs. "I can't be outside!"

"Things you see… in a graveyard…"

"Blood pressure warning… medicate immediately…"

Greta is plopped into the backseat of the limo across from Rodger. She pulls out a bottle of pills and fumbles with them for a moment before one of the twins snatches it from her and hands her a pill while the other pulls a glass of water from out of nowhere. Greta gulps them down frantically and turned to face Rodger, who smiles benignly at her.

"Greta… thanks for coming. It's nice to see young talent blooming. My kids have been… well, disappointing. I'm Rodger Largo."

"I know."

"I own GeneCo."

"Please let me go."

"Sorry to be so difficult. I had no choice; you're a tough one to find. Climbing through holes… tell me, why do you hide your pretty face?"

"I'm not… I cannot be outside. I… have a blood disease."

"But there is hope, an antidote, and you could be the first… to sample it, the GeneCo fix to all blood diseases. And I could use… someone like you. The poster child of progress. It's the cure you sought, Greta. Your chance to see the world, Greta. In… your… grasp."

"I don't…"

"A function awaits… Will you be my date?"

"I can't."

"Blind Tab will be there."

"Tabitha?"

"You two should meet."

"No. I must leave. My dad will worry."

"Who says that Dad needs to know everything?"

They stare at each other for a long painful moment before Greta nods, ducking her head so she doesn't have to look at Rodger.

Meanwhile, in a dark alley, Rachel is prowling around with her beefcake henchmen. She is dressed as a dominatrix, wearing a black corset, with black leather straps around her legs, and a black leather coat thrown over the whole thing. To top it all off, she is carrying a whip and cracking it against the walls of the alley as she walks. Spotting Talbot the Grave Robber, she approaches him, swinging her hips provocatively. She leans against the brick wall, thrusting her hips forward. In the background, a voice can be heard chanting, "Can't get it up. Can't get it up. Can't get it up."

"Z me," she purrs. "Give me a hit now, hurry! Don't keep my surgeons waiting."

"Bitch, pay me," snaps Talbot.

"Later," she whines softly, crouching down and slithering on her belly across the ground in the alley towards Talbot.

"Ok… I'll see you later." He starts walking away from her, but the beefcake bodyguards step in his path and stop him.

"Where you going? Stay here!" Rachel snarls. She sashays her way back between her two beefcakes. "There's ways for me to pay dear… other than dough."

Talbot freezes and turns back towards her, eyes wide with surprise. Rachel shrugs out of her coat and leans forward, showing off her generous cleavage. Then she turns to one of her beefcakes, grabbing his hand and placing it on her butt. Then she drags the hand down to mid-thigh and jerks his arm so he lifts her leg up against his body. They hold that position for a moment. Then Rachel turns around to face the other beefcake. She bends over and leans in to run her tongue down his sculpted abs while the first beefcake keeps his hands on her butt and leans into her just a little. Talbot lifts an eyebrow.

Then Rachel slides forward, swinging her hips again. For some reason, porn music starts playing and Rachel's voice drops into something low, sultry, and honey-covered. "I want a hit of Z… and we're not talking for free… Let's do some give and take… baby I'll give till I break. But I ain't nobody's fool… this bitch knows the rules…" She continues to slither and pose, touching herself seductively and smiling up at Talbot. "I'll let you fuck my soul… for a hit of the glow… so come on! Man up! Come up and try my new parts! Come on and break them in!" she exclaims, grabbing at Talbot, trying to grab his junk with a shocking desperation.

Talbot dodges her grip, then stares at her for a moment. The two beefcakes stand at either end of the alley. One has somehow gotten a hold of Rachel's whip and is cracking it against the wall.

"Any way you want me, know you want to take me…" Rachel purrs, laying on the ground again and continuing to pose seductively. Then she jumps up, grabbing Talbot's junk in one hand. "What's the matter, Grave Robber? Can't get it up if the girl's breathing? You're a vampire lover, aren't you?" She laughs wildly at this thought.

Talbot shoves her away furiously. It is painfully obvious that he isn't interested in having sex with her. But Rachel refuses to take no for an answer. Soon she is on the ground again, this time on all fours, her shapely ass in the air, wiggling in Talbot's direction.

"Come on baby… I don't care where you put it baby… surprise me. Come and work me. I know you like it naughty… come on and take me… Before I change my heart… shut up and try my new parts."

Talbot hurls a vial of bright blue Zydrate in her direction. "Here, take it. Just get away from me."

Smirking, Rachel skips forward and grabs the vial, then skips happily away, followed by her beefcakes. She is utterly unencumbered by any guilt or shame related to whoring herself off just for her drugs.

In the basement of his home, Eric stands before a man who is shackled spread-eagle against a flat surface. Eric's eyes glow fierce and red, his hair is wet and slicked back, and his voice is deeper and wilder, as though a second personality had invaded his psyche.

"It's a thankless job!" Uber-Eric snarls. "But somebody's got to do it!" His victim utters several terrified whines and shakes so badly that the chains rattle loudly. Eric glides and twirls around the room like the world's most terrifying dancer. "Peeling off the tissue inch by inch… Skinning off the muscles slow!" He holds his arms out like an airplane and whirls around for a bit. "Harvesting the kidneys for the fall… Saving up the livers in the fridge! No one ever thanks me when I'm done. How self-absorbed people can be."

Eric steps back and regards his victim for a moment before plunging his claws deep into the terrified man's stomach. "With a slice… or a snip… Eenie meanie miney moe… With a cut… and a stitch… Returning organs good as new." As he speaks, he keeps slicing into his victim's stomach, pulling out his intestines and other organs. Jamming his hand up into the victim's rib cage, he suddenly finds himself in a playful mood, squeezing to make the lifeless victim's mouth move and speaking in a high-pitched voice as though he were a ventriloquist and the lifeless corpse were his dummy.

"It's a thankless job… but somebody's got to do it," he growls.

"Got to do it!" he squeaks, echoing himself.

"Like a mop!"

"Like a mop!"

"And a broom."

"And a broom."

"No one wants a thankless job!" he growls, then comes back to himself abruptly as the corpse voids its bowels all over his boots. A grimace of distaste crosses Eric's face and he shoves the body aside and goes off to clean up. "And this is exactly why I wear this fake plastic leather," he mutters grimly.

In the background, a commercial can be heard. "GeneCo's Digital Corneas provide state-of-the-art resolution and low density without sacrificing style. Hi, I'm Blind Tabitha, the voice of GeneCo. At GeneCo, an affordable organ makeover is just a simple financing away. Take control of your life , because it's what's on the inside the counts."

A male voice speaks now. "Financed organs are subject to all legal default remedies including repossession…"

Two male newscasters appear on screen now. "Sorry folks, it'll be a long time before GeneCo can help you sing like Tabitha."

"I don't know about you, Bob, but I haven't been this excited since my first elective surgery."

"No doubt, Dick. Excitement's in the air. For one day a year only, Sanitarian Square will open its gates and welcome all of us to its post-plague Italian Renaissance! GeneCo's new Rome. Ah, the cuisine, the music, the culture. GeneCo provides the finest in Italian-inspired body modification."

"Wow, this is turning into GeneCo's most spectacular and unpredictable event ever."

"That's right, Dick. Only a few short hours until Blind Tabitha's final performance, this is guaranteed to be talked about for years and years to come."

Everywhere the atmosphere is like a carnival, with people walking on stilts, juggling, eating fire, and other weird acts. Many are covered in elaborate tattoos or piercings. Then the scene moves to the inside of a tent. A man is sitting in a dentist-type chair and based on the hair and build, it is most likely Ebon "Pavi" Winter Largo. Three skankily-dressed genterns face him. The most official looking one steps up, straddles the man in the chair, and nods to the other two.

"Genterns. Genterns, they secure the finest skin graft."

"And stacked!"

"Scalpel!"

"Scalpel!"

"Needle, thread!"

"That should do it!"

"Okay Mr. Largo, want to see your new face?"

They spin him around, revealing that it is indeed Ebon with a new skin mask, which he touches delicately. "Oh, it's so perfect!" he croons happily.

Philip storms around outside all the tents. "Someone's going to hang if I don't get my coffee!"

"Decaf?" a minion asks.

"I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE!"

"Sorry Mr. Largo, here's a fresh cup for you."

Philip takes a sip and spat it out, leaping towards the hapless minion and stabbing him repeatedly. "What's this, rat piss?" he snarls, taking a large bite from the minion's throat as the death scream is abruptly cut off.

Blind Tabitha appears. She is a lovely creature who was turned while she was still a young woman in the prime of life. Her thick black hair is piled up on her head and her eyes are an unnatural shade of light blue… something is clearly off about her eyes. And then it hits you, they are the ones that have been advertised, and now the word Blind is a bit of a misnomer for it is clear she can see as well as any of them now.

"Philip, stop it!" she scolds him. Philip stares at her.

Rachel comes storming up in some weird skimpy little dress. Her hair is now short and almost red, and her face is tanner than before. "Who's gonna sing then after you leave?"

"Rachel please, it's not my place," Tabitha whisper-sings.

"Someone must sing, why can't it be me?" Rachel whines.

"Sister, please," Ebon says.

"Just shut your face!" Philip yells at her.

"Listen, you bitch!" Rachel yells at Tabitha. "When I'm running GeneCo…"

"In your dreams!" Philip laughs.

"Dad loves me!" Rachel yells.

"And they all love the Pavi," Ebon purrs.

"When the geezer croaks…" Rachel squawks.

"You will all learn to respect me!" Philip yells.

"That's enough!" Rodger exclaims, walking up to them.

"But she/he…!" his children cry.

"Children, off!" Rodger yells. His brood storms furiously away. Rodger composes himself for a moment, then focuses on Tabitha. "Tab, there's someone I'd like you to meet. A daughter of an old friend. A ghost from your past. Seeing you two stir memories…" he adds in a gentle croon. "Tab was so young, not much older than you… I heard her sing and at that moment knew… I'd help her to see and watch her talent bloom. I could help you too."

The loudspeaker squawks to life. "Will the voice of GeneCo please take the stage? Blind Tabitha to the stage!"

Greta finds herself being hustled aside by the twins as Rodger and Tabitha stride off. Tabitha looks stricken by the sight of Greta, but the girl is so pleased to meet her idol that she barely even notices. Rodger and Tabitha soon stand side by side in front of the press.

"Please don't go," Rodger begs.

"I must go," Tabitha warbles. Her voice is rich and lovely, and she has clearly been trained well.

"Don't say no."

"I must see."

"Technically, you belong to GeneCo." There is a hint of malice in Rodger's voice and Tabitha's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. "Of course I joke," Rodger adds.

"Of course you joke."

"You're free to go."

"I've got tonight… tonight."

"Everybody, everybody line up, line up now!" Rodger announces. "We have opera tickets, don't be shy!"

Greta stands alone in the middle of the tent where the twins had left her. Clearly Rodger has gone and she is feeling guilty about taking off without speaking to her father.

"How am I going to find my way home?" she asks herself. Her voice is a bit more high-pitched than normal.

Eric is in his lab when his communicator beeps. "Incoming message from Rodger Largo."

"Collect on the Handleman account at once. His payment is past due. Repossess GeneCo's property."

In a dark alleyway, the hapless man has fallen into the snare Eric set up for him. "Oh my God! I'm sorry! I'll pay later! No, stop, no! No no no no no!"

Eric springs forward and hits the man on the head to quiet him. Just as he is about to get to work…

"Medicine reminder."

Eric hits a button on his communicator. "Greta?"

In the tent, Greta jumps, and hits her communicator. "Yes Dad?"

"Did you take your medicine?"

"Yes."

In the background, shouting and laughing can be heard by Eric.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

More noise.

"That."

"Oh. That. My window is cracked."

"Then why aren't you wearing your mask? Should I head back?"

"No, I'm fine!"

"I can be there in no time."

"That won't be needed."

"But Greta…"

"Your patients need you."

Right on cue, the man groans. Eric quickly hits him again, but…

"Dad, who's that?"

"Oh that? One of my patients, he's sick."

"Will he live?"

"It's looking grim."

"You should stay there for a while."

"I will rush home when I'm done."

"Take your time, nothing's wrong."

"I love you Daughter/Father."

Greta glares accusingly at the reminder on her arm, which continues to beep annoyingly. "Medicate immediately. Blood pressure warning." She gulps down a pill and listens as an announcement for Zydrate can be heard faintly. She turns around in surprise when she hears the canvas behind her ripping. Talbot the Grave Robber pokes his head inside and glances around, then hisses to catch her attention.

"You're real?" Greta gasps, staring at him. He hisses again. "Don't bother me."

"I'm sorry."

"You'll get me caught… … I must get home."

"Follow me."

"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?"

Rachel is sulking outside a tent nearby and she spots Talbot. Uttering an angry yell, she starts running after him, followed by her beefcake guards.

"Shit…" Talbot mutters. "Run faster."

"What? Why? Who are they?" Greta asks.

"Don't worry about it, just run!" Talbot exclaims, and they run faster. Since Talbot has his freaky cat speed and Greta has her awesome vampire speed, they quickly lose Rachel and her henchmen.