Unexpected Confrontation

Notes:

For those of you not familiar, Repo! The Genetic Opera is a dark Goth Rock Opera that began as a small act, and has recently been released on film, first in select theatres on Nov. 7th, and then on DVD on Jan. 20th. It is SUPERB, and features some awesome (IMHO) actors. I love it. For more information, please visit http://www.repo-opera.com as it is the films official site.

The first part of this story does not have any of the much more harsher things in it that I have warned about, but as I will be posting much more, there WILL me talk of drug use, surgery as an addiction, incest, etc etc. You have been warned.

Oh um, Z= Zydrate, a highly addicive painkiller that is both harvested and sold illegaly on the streets, as well as being used for legal surgeries and the like.

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///indicates flashbacks to film///

And now, On to the fic!


Chapter 1: I'll Hook You Up Later

You walk into the crowded club and I can't seem to take my eyes off of you. I haven't seen you in months, not since that disastrous night that changed my life forever. I know you recognize me. Even as I turn away and make my way through the crowd, I know you're following me.

I can't let you catch me.

I'm almost to the door when I hear you call my name. "Shilo!" I wince, and start pushing people out of my way in a mad dash. I make it out the door, but not fast enough. You grab my arm and turn me around to face you. I avert my eyes, and I hear you sigh in an exasperated manner. It reminds me of the second time we met at the Rotti's festival.


///"Psst!" "You're real?" "Uh, Duh!"///

You're saying my name again, almost yelling it in fact.

Giving in, I look up at you.

"What? I'm kinda busy Graverobber. Don't you have some Z to push?"

For a moment you look hurt, and I feel a pang of regret but I ignore it. I don't want to see anyone from those horrible last days of innocence. It's bad enough that GeneCo keeps trying to track me down, to use me as their new "Voice for Change" but now the one person I thought could help is here...and I can't take it. It'd be too easy to fall far into a pit, and I know I'd never get out.

And then the moment of hurt fades from your eyes, and you start looking angry.

Angry is good. I can handle angry.

"Yeah, yeah in fact that is exactly why I followed you out here. I came to offer you some Z."

I see a flash of the blue colored vile you have hidden in your coat as you yank me closer, your face a scant inch from mine. I can almost feel your lips on my cheek as you whisper harshly in my ear.

"You were damn near begging me for your "cure" that night, weren't you? I promised that I'd help hook you up later, so here I am."

I flinch and pull back, only to find myself pressed against a wall. I had almost forgotten about that--finding you hanging from the ceiling. And your promise:

///"I'll hook you up later, just help me down."///

I try to push you away from me, but you just press me against the wall tighter. I can feel the heat of you through your grimy clothes, and it scares me for a second. But I don't fight you anymore. I know you're just trying to get back at me. Poor little Shilo, innocent little Shilo, sheltered little Shilo...

Well I'm not that innocent and naive little girl anymore.

"It'll take away your pain, right? Think of it as payment for your help that night." You raise an eyebrow at me invitingly-- or maybe mockingly, I don't know.

And even as I am angered by your assumption--that I'm just like all your other Zydrate sluts-- I'm also tempted.

It would be so nice to slip into oblivion and forget for a while. So easy, and maybe then I could move on. The clubbing isn't helping, neither is drinking but maybe this is what I need.

I make my decision, before I can talk myself out of it and before you can walk away. I give you a wicked grin, stand up on my tiptoes and lean into you sensually. I'm no fool. I know what a nubile young body like mine can do to a man. Like I said, I'm not that same innocent little girl anymore.

I hear your breath catch, and I realize that I'm enjoying the shift in power. There's a throaty laugh, and I'm startled to find that its me who is laughing. I feel you tremble from it, just slightly. I smile, and whisper into your ear.

"Fine. Lets go back to the house. I don't want to be treated like all your other little Z sluts."

I push you away from me, hard, and you stumble back but don't fall. I smile again and I turn to start walking towards the "better" part of town, knowing that you'll follow. As I leave, I get a glimpse of your face, and I almost laugh at the slightly stunned (well, for you anyway) look on your face.

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Short, I know, but I make up for it in later chapters. And yes, they are all 1st person POV. Please read and review!

~Mia