Pavi At The Opera

Summary: So what really happened to Pavi at the Opera?

Disclaimer: Repo! does not belong to me.

"Wait, where are you going?" I demanded as the gentern got up and started to walk towards the door.

"I'm leaving, Pavi," she said, her voice snippy. I didn't like where this was going one bit.

"But why?" I asked, looking at her through the eyeholes of my new face, the face of perfection. It was indeed my perfect face, the song said so.

"Because, Largo, you and your whole family is screwed up and I don't want any part in it. I mean, seriously, you guys are in love with body parts and it's well…kind of gross."

"But you're a gentern!"

"Yeah. I wanted to be a doctor. I am saving up my money for medical school so then I can hopefully work with actual sick people, not people who don't like their lips or think one eye is bigger than the other."

"So you're really leaving me?"

"Yes."

"But no one leaves Pavi!" I objected. It just didn't happen. I was a Largo – and a pretty Largo at that. Amber had nothing on this gorgeous face!

"I do," she answered.

"But you…you can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's in the song!"

"What song?"

"The song! You know the song!"

"No, no I don't," she was starting to look frustrated. The little lines on her face were deepening. She should really have that taken care of…

"Everyone knows the song!" I argued, "You know…my greatest face…Pavi gets laid…at the opera tonight!" I sang. She only began to look more frustrated. I was growing impatient.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," she rolled her eyes, "So I am supposed to sleep with you because it says you get laid in a song?"

"THE song," I corrected, "So get to work!"

"No," She retorted.

"Oh, you are so lucky I am not Luigi!" I shouted, knowing very well and good what Luigi was capable of.

"You both are on the same level of freak if you ask me."

"I hope you know what a huge mistake you just made," I cried, pulling a knife from my pocket.

"Death is better than sleeping with a mutant like you!"

That did it. I slid the knife into her stomach. Blood trickled, oozed, and bubbled from the wound. I smiled at the sight. Now, you might be thinking I killed her because she wouldn't sleep with me, after all, she disobeyed the song, that's not why I killed her.

I killed her because she called this beautiful face a mutant. And no one insults the face, no one!

I stepped over her body, still grasping onto life, and headed out to find some other girl. After all, Pavi is supposed to get laid at the opera. It's in the song!

Besides, who can resist a beautiful face like this?