TaintedGray's October Meme ↴
3/10 Horror Movies → Repo! The Genetic Opera
// Horror could be psychological, visceral or supernatural.
I kind of resent “sappy” but I guess you don’t like the romance stuff, and it’s true he doesn’t often show his harder side but I suppose that you missed my ‘Crow’ inspired vengeance thread where Graves takes down a guy who attacked Shilo, in a very twisted and bloody manner, or the Halloween one where he got possessed by a demon.
I am up for something sinister, and I have a couple of threads that could go that way, but those themes don’t crop up all that often from the people I write with, and I prefer things that make some sort of sense. So I invite people to come plot with me now - lets do some horror folks.
I need to know.
I wish people would stop making Grilo out to be a popularity ship. Grilo works really well as a ship and most of that comes down to the dynamics that make them have real chemistry. You have Graves who is streetwise, sly and confident but then you have Shilo who is sheltered, confused and knows nothing of the world. The way that these two could connect from this is wonderful. I think there’s a lot of potential with the ship and out of all Repo! ships this one makes the most sense to me.
Death. Decay. Deals with the devil… Sanitarium Island.
The time of green earth and clean air was gone, the rise of technology and power destroyed every last bit of nature, and now a powerhouse of greed and design worked over those who had survived the epidemic.
Things one saw in a graveyard.
It was part of his training as a Repo Man- you stalk ypur prey, learn it’s habits and then you make the move for the kill. There were a great many things Marrok learned about Shilo Wallace, and one of them was that she was a robber, a harvester and a trader of illegal Z on the streets. The company she kept really did not surprise the Repo Solider, a grave robber none the less. But it was fascinating none the less that such company would keep.
It didn’t take long what so ever for Wallace to come out of her hiding place and begin to usual routine of harvesting in the grave yards before then she would sell. The dark mask wore around his face concealed any thought or emotion for what use did a Repo Solider have for that?
Taking his position on one of the rooftops above, Marrok waited until she and her companion parted ways and began to climb down the fire escape ladder to cut her off before she could fill even one vial of zydrate,
Swift and silent Marrok made his way closer and closer to the hunched form of the woman, and reaching out grabbed her by the back of her neck and tossed her with his metal arm into one of the gravestones close by. He had waited five years for this moment, it was going to be something to savour.
It was during their talk that Shilo was told the truth why he had been gone for a few weeks; rebellion. Shilo felt her stomach drop, no this was not possible…why was he getting ready for things like this? Yes, the world, their island was going downhill but the fact he had a hand gun now worried Shilo. But they were together and that was all that mattered…if it came down to it, Shilo would go to the front lines with him. She would die for him…with him.
They spent the night together as most lovers do, and then in the morning it was time to get down to business and work. GraveRobber was going back to his alley to make sure the junkies were going to stay in line, and make sure his kingdom was still under his reign. Shilo had wanted to spend the day with him but work needed to come first and then she would have the evening with him. Waving good bye and giving him a kiss on the cheek, Shilo told him always, “I love you, see you later.”
Waving in his direction, Shilo held her Zydrate gun out in front of her as she began to load the small vial she had left with some Z still in it, but most of her vials were empty since she didn’t have a lot of time to harvest while he had been away. Now it was time to harvest like no other! With a smile on her face and a song in her heart to make the time go faster, Shilo slipped into the grave yard but kept her eyes open looking for GeneCops and listening for anyone who could be waiting for her to come out.
But it was silent as the…well, grave and Shilo took that as a sign that it was safe to enter the grave yard. The freshest and most valuable Z was normally the open graves, since the bodies would just be deposited and that meant…it was fresh. Shilo hunched down and got her vial ready with the needle in hand, smacking it into the skull as she felt the thin wall of bone break, and slowly she extracted the glowing blue liquid so that brain grey matter would not get inside. Slowly…harvesting was almost like an art and there was no time to rush it today.
What she had not been expecting and it had taken her by surprise; a hand grabbed the back of her neck and with extraordinary strength, had picked her cup as if she weighed no more then a bug, and tossed her into the grave stone closest to the exit of the grave yard. Shilo hit the stone and the wind knocked out of her as she rolled onto her side, breathing in a gasp of air as she felt like perhaps one of her ribs, if not two were broken. Who the hell?! Shilo looked up between the spaces of her dark hair, now fallen over her face at the man in front of her.
Oh no…Marrok D. He was the new Repo Man. No, the Repo Solider. She breathed in deeply and pushed onto her hands and knees, wincing as she wished then that she had GraveRobber’s hand gun. But her scalpel and years on the streets would have to do. Reaching for one of her scalpels and her cell phone, Shilo hit her emergency contact which was her lover, and got to her feet to lunge and strike at the Repo Solider.
GraveRobber was in the alley still, part way through the queue of desperate junkies when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The ringtone sounded a few moments later. It was Shilo, and she really only used this for emergencies, so shoving the next pawing client back, he checked the phone.
The phones tracker placed her in the graveyard where she’d gone to harvest so his first thought was that geneCops had turned up.
" That’s all for now folks, I gotta split."
Leaving the alley he virtually sprinted towards the graveyard, praying he wasn’t too late.
I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.
Goddamn it, thought there was no-one home.
"Oh..uh.. that’s mighty kind of you, but I got places to be.. people to see y’know. I was curious, not many of these old houses left now. I thought maybe it was empty, just…fancied a look into the past I guess."
The dealer put on his best disarming smile. The guy was perfectly civil, but Graves was wary, after all he’d been caught on the property, and in these parts justice was often of the unofficial kind.
"Fortunately, simple curiosity is not a sin. I understand the draw of a house as old as Eden is, so please, don’t feel too put out. Perhaps I can tell you about her and show you around?"
The offer was tempting. Graves loved old buildings and had often climbed across rooftops in Sanitarium to find a way in and explore some of the abandoned places like the library and the courthouse. History.. a glimpse of how the world used to be fascinated him. However he felt that slight rise of the hair on his neck at the other’s words. Something was off about him, though Graves couldn’t pick what exactly, maybe he’d stick around and find out.
" Eden huh ? Nice name. Well.. guess I got a coupla hours to kill before work, and now I’m here..Thank you, I’d like a little tour, if you don’t mind ?"