This is my loving tribute to Repo! The Genetic Opera. All of the lyrics in the story have been written by me for this purpose. I don't own Repo! I'm not profiting by this in any way but I do love Anthony Stewart Head and the creative genius of this musical/opera.
Comments welcome, wanted, loved. Please be gentle. :-P
I'm going to try and keep to the original storytelling as much as I possibly can but there are bound to be differences with the different mediums. This is an original story, though.
Wow this is long winded of me. All I mean to say was read, enjoy, review. Please.
He stepped into the street standing six feet tall with long hair and pale skin. His dark lips grinned. Watching the people passing by, one man ran by him, screaming. Another figure stalked by after him, slow as a cat taking its time to wear out the mouse. Looking the way they disappeared he sang softly.
See the streets red with blood
See the figure in the shadows
No escape, don't try to run
He has found his latest target
And pray it isn't you
When the Repo men come calling
Your worst nightmares all come true
Another scream sounded in the distance, cut off midway to leave the alley in silence. The full moon shined over them, the crimson stain of death seeping onto the asphalt to reflect metallic in the glow. The Repo man let the corpse slide down the wall to the ground. The windpipe was caved in from a powerful punch. Carefully he used his scalpel to dig onto the flesh, cutting through the skin and abdomen muscles. He reached inside pulling out organs as he found them, searching for the one GeneCo owned. There, he found it! Freeing the liver from the cavity his victim finally died.
The figure rose, putting the organ in a bag and immediately putting the bag in a refrigeration unit he carried. The black leather of his overcoat squeaked as he rose and stalked back the way he came. The tallest building on Sanitarium Island flashed with neon lights and he followed them, back toward GeneCo.
Gamble with your life
If you want that newer image
Sign your name in blood
And let your x-ray take the stage
Who cares for Repo Men
When happiness is yours today
Pay your debts and keep perfection
Until the newest fashion comes your way
A trash truck came rumbling down the street. Two men in white coats took the body and dumped it in the back with the other as the Graverobber looked their way. His gaze swept up to the skyline, floating billboards announcing the newest GeneCo remedies. In disgust he turns away singing as the shadows move to black him out of view.
Rotti Largo selling beauty
While his children sell their sins
The city crumbles into nothing
Vanity the force that wins
It's dark, it's wrong
When you need the glow to breathe again
The knife descends and then it's curtains
The Repo Man always wins.