Disclaimer: I do not own Pavi, Luigi, Amber, Rotti, and other characters from Repo! The Genetic Opera. They belong to the fantastical Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith. There are lyrical excerpts from "Chromaggia" and "Pieca De Resistance."

Note: The last chapter! Huzzah! I decided to go with it. In the meantime, I'll work on Luigi and Amber's versions. ;D I thank you all for the support/reads/views! I think this might just be the longest chapter. o_o Enjoy!

Chapter Four

I-a remember strolling down-a the red carpet. The scenes played out so vividly as I-a looked back on-a them. The composer cried out "TESTIFY" several-a times. My-a lovely Genterns trotted onto the stage. Their-a hands entwined in each other's hair. Hands-a in places that were-a not appropriate. They-a let out moans of-a pure ecstacy. I-a grinned. They-a learned well from the Pavi. A Single Mother testified, flashing her new bossom courtesy of-a GeneCo. She-a had quite the lovely figure. I-a gave a thumbs-up next to her. This-a was only the beginning of the Opera. There-a was much more to come as Father had-a later promised the-a audience.

I-a hopped onto the stage next to-a Brother. We exchanged equal smirks and-a glares. Our-a hatred burned in our eyes. I-a remember that. My-a eyes do and-a did not deceive-a me. Blind Mag made-a her debut. She-a always did have such a pretty voice and-a face. Her-a tone ran sad and-a cold. Her-a arms glided out before she brought her-a hands to her eyes.

"Come take these eyes..! I would rather be...blind." She-a took her own-a eyes, leaving blood red-a tears. I-a think it was-a shock to-a everyone. I glanced to-a Father. His-a face was-a troubled. He-a no longer smiled. He-a always wore a frown, calling us disgraces. It-a hurt the Pavi. I-a remember when Papá smiled and-a complimented himself. He-a cut down Mag's attachments, sending her to her-a death. It was-a horrible, but necessary. The Night Surgeon had-a refused to-a kill his-a friend. It-a all led to this-a.

Amber's part of the show had resulted in failure. I-a felt sorry for-a Sister. I-a liked her (as a sister, nothing more.) She-a was a nice-a person to talk-a to when she was-a not on her hit of-a the glow. That-a was almost never. She-a always had to have her Z and-a that filthy GraveRobber. I-a remember when-a she was-a little. She would-a ask me to play dolls with-a her. She-a would play dress-up. She-a was not the Scalpel Slut everyone calls her today. Publicity had-a ruined her as it did to Brother and I.

"Stay tuned, folks! You don't want to move, folks!..." Father continued to-a speak of the one called Shilo and her-a father, the Night Surgeon. I-a paid no attention, the words-a flowing out of my-a mind carelessly. My-a time to shine would be soon. I-a could feel it. He-a would hand GeneCo to me! The Pavi! I was-a the most dashing, after all.

Everything-a blurred by-a so quickly. Papá, the one I-a looked up-a to, shot his once best friend. Everyone was-a stunned. They all-a thought it was-a show. I-a knew. I-a remembered that Father pulled tricks like these. But they were-a good surprises. Not... horrible ones like-a this.

He-a said he was terminally ill. I-a remember him-a whispering that he was-a dying to-a us. "Say it isn't true, Father!" I-a cried out. No. He-a couldn't be dying!

That-a was when he-a deceived us. Father was-a going to give GeneCo to the girl! I-a gritted my teeth. I-a thought he-a loved me. How-a could he do such a thing to the Pavi? I-a was the son he-a loved the most! Wasn't I? I-a felt Luigi's hand close around-a my throat. I-a gasped for air, my hands-a loosely flailing. I-a gripped his-a blazer, wheezing out. It-a was obvious Brother was-a pissed. I, too, was-a 'pissed.'Now, was-a not time to play around with games of false anger, though.

He-a was going to give it all away! To a girl! Some girl, he-a just met. I-a narrowed my eyes, frowning. This was-a not fair. She could-a not take Father from us. I-a grew up with-a the man. He-a said he loved me. I-a spent years with him. She-a just spent a matter of days with-a him, because she-a reminded him of Marni. It-a left-a distaste in-a my mouth.

I-a remembered all of the fond memories with Papá and even-a my siblings. The dinners. The chats. It all-a changed when we-a grew older and-a shaped into the people we-a are today, but... what-a mattered was I-a remembered. This-a little bella would-a not ruin my day. My greatest face. This-a was supposed to be perfect!

On-a Father's death stance, he'a spoke, You're not men, you're monsters!

He-a meant Luigi and I. My-a eyes widened.. My-a heart ached. Why-a, Papá? I-a thought you loved-a me.

Were-a all of those-a memories a lie?

Papa's words-a hurt. Was it-a because I-a stole women's faces? Or-a was it my-a flamboyance and-a raping? I-a don't know. My-a mirror. It-a did the Pavi in-a. Vanity lured me-a. The lust-a to fuck-a the pain away-a. He called-a me a monster... I thought he-a loved me. Everyone loves the Pavi. Papa, am I-a really a....monster?

I thought-a that everyone loved-a the Pavi. That-a included Father. Had I-a been so vain as to-a not see this?

After all-a this time, all-a these memories, I-a just wanted to be loved. I-a just needed to feel-a loved by all to make-a up for what I-a could not have. I-a wanted to be loved in my-a life. I-a remembered... and that-a was all.