Description: Set immediately after the Opera. 'The little girl fled, and the king is dead, and the castle is left for the taking.' We know that Amber Sweet took control of GeneCo. But what happened to Shilo? And our friendly neighborhood GraveRobber?

Warnings: Spoilers for those who haven't seen this fantastic movie. Rated M because it's Repo!

Disclaimer: Obviously all relevant material in this story belong to their respective owners; Terrance Zdunich, Darren Smith and Darren Lynn Bousman. I only own whatever is left of my sanity.

This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, so please be nice. :)

And so GeneCo's story continues...

Chapter One

'Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately. Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately.' beeped an unfamiliar voice on the wristcom, echoing off the graffiti brick walls of an alleyway into the night. 'Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately.'

"Whudd'ya think?" A voice asked as their boot gently kicked the body lying stomach down on the concrete. "Should we leave it here?"

"I- I am not sure." replied another voice as they crouched down, getting a closer examination of the body. "I can't tell if she's even breathing."

"How d'ya know it's a girl?"

"Please tell me you're not that fucking moronic, Xavier, or that insensitive."

The man's lips formed a slight smirk as he looked to his ally. "Me? Insensitive? Why d'ya think that?" His words dripped with sarcasm as he stood up from his position, emerald green eyes staring down at the body below him. "Y'know that sometimes guys will act and dress like girls. For whatever obscured reason." He ran a hand through his short, spiked dirty blond hair as he sighed, "And whudd'ya suggest we do, Mika?"

She lifted her head, looking up at the 6'1" male. Brushing a strand of ruby colored hair away from her violet eyes she replied, "I think- you should help me turn her over."

Xavier crouched down once again and placed a hand on the body's shoulder, then quickly removed it. "Shit!" he yelped. "It's fucking cold as fuck!"

"As if that has ever stopped you before." Mika scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"The only time I ever feel a body that fucking cold is when it's long gone; soul outta this world." His eyes slightly sparkled as a grin started to appear. "We should turn it over, in case there is something that is useful to me- I mean, to us." He winked and reached his hand out to touch the shoulder once again. "Not only is it fucking cold, but it's grotesquely sticky."

"What the hell does that-" Mika inched her face closer to the exposed shoulder. "Xavier," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "That grotesquely sticky substance-its blood." She placed her hand next to Xavier's. "Roll her over, NOW!"

Without hesitation the pair slowly rolled the stiff and seemingly weightless body from its stomach onto its back. Black hair from the top of its head lay on the concrete, detached from the body in the process.

"That's a lot of blood for one lil' body." Xavier calmly reached into the pocket of his dusty black jacket, retrieving a lighter and a cigarette. As he placed the cigarette between his lips, his other hand let go of the body to guard the wind from blowing out the flame. He inhaled deeply and placed the lighter back into his pocket. "So," he said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling the smoke. "The blood means it's dead, right?"

"Usually, yes... However, I do not see any entry wounds nor did I see an exit wound." Mika's hand feathered from the body's shoulder to it's neck, waiting for even the slightest pulse; the slightest sign of life. Her eyes grew wide as she looked to the male. "We need to get her safe. She's alive, but barely."

A heavy sigh came past the males lips as he took another drag of his cigarette, then flicked it away. "We coulda used the body after its death. But whatever you say..." With that, he placed his hands underneath the body and lifted it up into his arms. "I wonder how long it's been out here, and when their last meal was. Thing weighs nextta nothing."

Mika watched as the body lay lifeless in his arms. "Judging by the coolness of her body on these cold streets I'd say not too long, thankfully. But that is still far too long to be out in this weather." The woman shrugged her waist length leather jacket closer to her body. "Let's get her someplace warm." She bent down and grabbed the black wig, and started walking west down the alleyway.

Xavier, with the body, not far behind.