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REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA:†ET IN ARC∆DIA EGO
Chapter I:††"Plaga Medicus"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Dr. Juan Guerrero read that headline splashed across the front page of a discarded copy of the magazine, Vanity and Vein:
WHO IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?
The infamous Repo Man an urban legend, a figment of the mind's eye, a ghoul, a boogeyman was sketched upon the cover, with a pair of hollow, soulless eyes and a long, vulturine beak and a dramatic, flowing cape.††It was amusing really, as it looked nothing like him.††Artists are a strange and imaginative lot, but not very smart.
Guerrero tossed the magazine into the gutter, studying it roll along with the other trash the wind carried.†††He turned on his holographic watch:
It was time. †Would she come?
Turning the corner, a woman, fresh and beautiful, pranced down the half-lit all
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He doesn't really seem to have any friends. Her lack of companionship isn't weird—the only people who try to talk to her now are the media, and they've mostly given up now that Amber is in charge—but he seems to know plenty of people. It makes her wonder why he wants to spend his evenings with her when he could be making money or getting laid.
She never has the courage to ask him, but one day, he seems to see it as he brushes past her looking for a wooden spoon. He stops short and holds her eyes, looking her up and down. She does her best not to flinch. "I don't want anything from you, kid, if that's what you're wondering," he says, after a moment that feels like a moment but also like forever. "I just figured you could use some help." His eyes harden a little. "Do you want it or not?"
She nods, mutely, and wishes she wasn't such a coward. He smiles, and most of the awkwardness disappears. It is like the moment never happened.
Such, such a coward.
Mag is in Marni'
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There was nowhere for her to go. The limo hadn't taken her anywhere, and she wasn't ready to go home, not with her father's swan song ringing in her ears and her head spinning as everything she knew stood on its head.
She didn't really know how she ran into him—it always seemed to work that way. He was standing on a street corner, leaning against a streetlamp and balancing a needle on the tip of his finger. Shilo stared at him blankly. He hadn't changed, and that was impossible. Everything had changed: she was free, her father was dead, GeneCo was up in the air. "Graverobber?"
"Need some Z, kid? You keep asking but never taking." He tossed the needle in the air without looking at her. Slowly, Shilo shook her head. This all had to be a dream, just a dream. "Eh, don't matter anyway. I'm still cleaned out."
"Graverobber." Her voice broke. He raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what to do."
Graverobber slowly raised and lowered both shoulde
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One day, she asks him what he thinks her father would think about their situation.
"I'm feeding you, not fucking you," he replies, his voice callous as ever. "I don't think Daddy Dearest would mind."
It's true, she supposes. He just showed up one day and demanded to know the last thing she'd eaten. When she confessed canned ravioli, he disappeared through the same window he'd entered in, so she thought that was that. Then, about five minutes later, there was a knock on her door, and he was standing there with spaghetti and breadsticks, the good kind with just the right amount of garlic salt. She didn't bother to ask him where he got it; her father had taught her to never look at a good thing too closely.
He does sleep on her couch a lot, even occasionally standing guard outside her room when she has had a bad round of nightmares. But he never comes close to her, never touches her, and he's almost always gone by morning. He never even asks her if she wants any Z. It's weird and wonderfu
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Sometimes, he gets her out of the house—a big deal indeed. He has to coax her with sweet words, promises to keep her safe. It is like trying to play with the cat he had as a child; nothing is ever simple. But that was why he liked the cat, and that is why he likes her.
He guides her out into the darkness, making her walk in front of him so he can keep an eye on her without having to touch her. She cringes at the slightest sound, but he always steadies her with a quiet reassurance. He wonders, sometimes, if he shouldn't call her "mouse" instead of "kid."
Teaching her about the world is difficult, but he knows it has to be done; he watched her father die on one of the many floating screens that showed anything GeneCo along with the rest of the city, but he fancies that he is the only one who feels any pity for her, who realizes how horrible she feels that she cannot carry out her father's dying wish. She cannot change the world if she does not have an intimate understanding of how
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Shilo looked over her shoulder at him and tried to pretend like she wasn't. They were dancing a delicate step; both felt it by ear, and the music kept changing meter. The worst part was that he didn't know where they were going to end up. There was the intended result, of course, both of them returning to their ordinary lives, but he wasn't sure that would happen anymore. Something told him no. "What happened to her?" she whispered, touching the cameo pendant at her throat. Graverobber focused on the body so he wouldn't stare at the delicate spot where her veins met sternum- always his favorite place to bite during sex. So beautiful.
"She died a little while after I was born—complications from the C-section." Graverobber shrugged. "I never got to know her, so it didn't bother me, but my father and my brother took it personally." He turned his head to one side, contemplative. "However, it did mean I got the only normal name in the family."
Shilo put her hands on her