Post by Amber Sweet on Sept 3, 2011 19:56:16 GMT -5
Luigi, Pavi, Amber and Vittoria sat in a semi-lit theater. Luigi sitting on the far right, Amber next to him, Pavi next to Amber, and Vittoria at the very end.
They were here to be punished, for various transgressions, by their mother. Amber for sneaking out to score so Z, Pavi for stealing one of his mothers clients faces, Luigi for knifing five Geneterns in one day, and Vittoria for blackmailing her school principal into changing a B into a A.
"Your-a probally wondering what type of-a punishement this-a is." Lucretizia's voice said over the intercom. "Since three of you are adults and-a thus are to old for any physical punishment I-a decided on something diffrent. I had several Genetrens look-a around the-a web for fanfictions featuring yourselves (save Vittoria) written by some rather....disturbed people."
There was a groan from all four of them, they knew what type of stuff people wrote about them and avoid it like the plague.
"Now-a you will each read a chapter a day, in here being filmed. Is that-a understood?"
"Yes, Mama." All four Largo children answered in unison.
"And to-a make sure that-a none of you-a try and-a skip your-a punishment you will-a be locked in here for an hour, after you are-a all signaled with the fanfic sign and-a filmed. Now...let's-a begin."
"Can we at least get popcorn?" Luigi asked.
"No you can-a not." Lucretzia said as the lights went out and the screen infront of them. "Signore e signori, let the fanfic begin!"
Luigi/Pavi/Amber/Vittoria: Yay...(deadpan)
Scar's, Knives and Scalpels.
Vittoria: Otherwise known as-a Wendesday at the Largo household.
A Repo! The Genetic Opera fanfiction
By: Butterfly Wolf
Luigi: You know it's going to be a retarded fanfic with a fucking stupid name like that!
Disclaimer: I only own Scar. Everything else is owned by the creator and producers of the movie. I make absolutely no money.
Amber: Haha! Bitch is broke, and doesn't own anything.
Vittoria: Usually I would-a think this-a was-a crossover with the Lion King. But since this is-a punishment I would-a not expect anything that epic to-a happen.
Luigi: Me teamed up with Scar....that would be epic. I'd stab he'd maul.
Authors Note: Please review, I'll go up to about three chapters, and if there's no review than that means it probably shouldn't stay up. Reviews means updates.
All: NO ONE REVIEW!
Please read, enjoy, and review!
Pavi: That's not-a likely!
First chapter is always kinda crappy, so please stick with me. Also! There is mention of Amber/Luigi,
Amber and Luigi: Shut the fuck up Pavi!
Pavi: (false innocent tone) But-a the Pavi didn't say anything.
Luigi: Keep it that way! You too Tori!
Vittoria: (Also in a false innocent tone): What?
Amber/Graverobber
Amber: Shut up all of you!
Pavi/Vittoria/Luigi: *snicker*
Pavi/OC
Pavi:*groans* Why-a do I always get-a paired up with-a the OC's?
Luigi: Because God hates you.
Graverobber/Shilo so…stay on guard!
Vittoria: Constant vigilance!*notices the other three looking at her* What-a none of you read Harry Potter?
Amber: No, we've better things to do than read.
Vittoria: (dead pan) It shows.
Chapter One: Introductions
Well, my name is Scar.
Luigi: I'm a lion who's plotting to kill my brother and take over the Pridelands.
Pavi: If-a only.
I'm seventeen, and GraveRobber's assistant.
Amber: Hahahaah! Grave Robber doesn't need a fucking assistant! He doesn't share his money or bussiness with anyone!
I'm Amber Sweets sworn Enemy and Pavi's best friend.
Amber: Fuck you bitch, I can hire a hit man!
Pavi: The Pavi is Pavi's best friend, Pavi needs no one else.
Rotti Largo's nameless intruder, and Luigi's nightly bitch fit.
Luigi: Fuck you bitch, if you came near me I'd fucking knife your bitch ass!
Vittoria: (sighs) Luigi, He's-a Gary Sue...he'll-a probably be a street fighter or-a something. Don't-a get your-a hopes up.
I have a rather large scar that runs over the top of my eye, starting at the forehead and ending at my cheek. I also have SCAR carved into the underside of my left forearm, my most distinct characteristics.
Vittoria: Thus the-a story behind your-a oh so original name. Truly you-a are so very creative and original.
Although the one across my eye is hard to miss, I'm sure not many people to you with scar's would be something so memorable.
Luigi: There should be a fucking comma in there damn it!
Pavi: Pfft! My-a scars are-a more memorable, so let's-a not think that-a you're anything special.
Well, from what I know, you don't live in the world of GeneCo,
Luigi: Fuck right bitch, we own this world!
where every imperfection, from birth to death, can and will be removed and surgically adapted. Most people find scars and imperfections now days as some kind of oddness, or disease almost.
Amber: Shows what you know! Some people get certain scars on them. One of the trends these days, and I do not know why, is to show off your surgical scars. The more the have the better you are.
Luigi: Then you should be the fucking height of fashion.
Amber: Shut the fuck up!
Well, hell, Pavi's face is all botched and scarred up and he steals faces to cover it he's so embarrassed by it!
Pavi: I'm-a not embarrassed my face is-a beautiful, always! And-a I wear the-a faces because they are-a pretty. Just like a nice shirt would-a be.
Vittoria: I forget how-a messed up you-a are fratello.
That's how fearful this world seems to be about scars and imperfections. But I'm not.
Vittoria: Because-a I'm-a super special snowflake who-a bucks the system with-a my strange and-a unusual fashion sense. Scar's aren't-a seen as bad, in fact Luigi has about seven or more of them that he-a likes to show off!
No, in fact I hate GeneCo
All: The feeling is mutual.
and all their cosmetics and covers, despite my involvement with its children.
Pavi: He-a means me. *sigh* They-a always mean me.
Amber: Well this wouldn't happen if you weren't so much of a man whore!
Pavi: What can I-a say? I’m a popular with the-a ladies and the-a men.
GeneCo has created a whole society where people have lost the meaning of consequences.
Vittoria: Aside from-a the whole pay up or-a get your-a organs repossessed you-a mean. That-a is kind of-a big consequence right there.
Originally, years ago when I was but a baby, the world ran on consequences, where if you drank too much, your liver failed, if you smoked cigarettes, you'd get lung cancer. A world where people (for the most part), paid for their actions in the end.
Amber: Science marches on, bitch! People still die from those things you know, I mean not everyone goes for synthetic organs just most of them. And it's like medicine....or something. It saves lives, or would you prefer a world full of cancer patients?
Pavi: And-a need we-a remind you that-a Geneco saved-a the world from the-a organ failure epidemic. You-a should be thankful.
Vittoria: And-a that-a doesn't add up, the organ replacement started in 2030...and you're-a seventeen. That would-a mean you were born nine years after the-a organ failure epidemic. This is-a the only world you've a known, nothing else.
People learned that in the end, we are alone, with nothing but what we did do, haven't done, and couldn't have done to haunt us.
Amber: (sarcastic) Wow you're so deep!
Vittoria: Next they’ll'll-a pull out a misquote by Friedrich Nietzsche to show how 'inteligent' or-a 'rebelious' their-a character is.
Not anymore. Now the world runs on money and debts, the Repoman and the Surgeons.
Vittoria:But don't you-a know?
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
Some people say it's folly,
But I'd rather have the lolly.
With money you can make a splash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: Money, money, money, money.
Vittoria: There is nothing like a newly minted pound.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: Money, money, money, money
Vittoria: Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker.
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: 'Round, 'round, 'round.
Vittoria:You can keep your Marxist ways,
For it's only just a phase,
For it's money, money, money makes the world go 'round.
All: Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneeeeey!
And this is the story about how me, a little'ol Zydrate dealer, got thrown into it all, and the consequences
Luigi: Well if you're a Z dealer I'm guessing that it probally started with Amber.
I will forever pay for MY actions against the great and impowered Amber Sweet.
Luigi: Called it!
Amber: Fuck you Luigi!
Pavi: *snickers* In-a this fic...that's-a likely.
"Show me the dough, and I'll show you the "Z"." I commented dryly, watching the scalpel slut wither at my feet,
Amber: *as scalpel slut/Wicked Witch*: I'm melting I'm melting!
pawing at my belt line. I'm rather short for my age, so her actual face to about my abdomen.
"Come on, sweety, there's got to be some other way we can do thisss…You've got to keep that "Z" somewhere on your person…how bout I just rub until I find it, hmm?"
Pavi: I'm a liking where-a this is-a heading....
Luigi/Amber/Vittoria: You would.
I tried not to sneer. Briefly, I thought about merely throwing her off, but then a rather wicked thought struck me.
Vittoria: I could-a make her watch the Twilight movies!
Luigi: That's cruel and unusual even by our standards.
I had been watching too many Classic movies and hanging around GraveRobber,
Amber: Not a good combo, believe me. Sometimes he'll make you reenact that scene from A Street Car Called Desire.
for a devious idea entered my head, a scene I thought I could mimic a bit from an old movie.
Vittoria: If-a it's a porn movie...I'm-a leaving now.
Pavi: Let it be-a porn, let-a it be porn!
Letting my leather gloved hand slide into her hair (cause if it wasn't gloved, I wouldn't have touched it), I lightly pressed her head against my clothed flesh, a grin spreading across my face.
"What bitch, you think Imma let you get off with just rubbing me? You gotta do better than that." I growled, spreading my stance slightly. Of course, the whore instantly got the jest of my hint and started mouthing at my crotch,
Pavi/Luigi: YAY!
Vittoria: Ewww.
Amber: I've seen worce.
and I had to once again force my lunch back down, secretly making plans with a bleach bottle.
"If that's what you want, hunny, then that's what you get…" She whispered, her hands slowly, seductively running up my pant legs toward my belt. I tolerated it, for a moment, grinning and moving my fingers through her hair.
Amber: Where I found gum, some change, and a old Queen cd.
"Ahh, but what about what you want, my dear? What are we gonna do about that…" I questioned lightly, making sure none of her filthy fingers actually made contact with my skin.
Amber: So you're too good to sleep with the drug addicts who basically put food on your table? Wow....what a bitch!
"Mm…you know what I want…" She moaned, her hands actually starting to undo my pants, and here was where the game ended. Roughly, using my well hidden strength, I threw her off of me, laughing sadistically.
Luigi: So you're small...but you're strong. Yeah, that's likely.
Vittoria: But-a Luigi you-a forget, Gary Stues can-a do everything normal mortals cannot do!
"You make me sick!" I laughed, giving her sprawled form and insulted face one last look before turning the corner, quickly fixing up my belt as I moved onto my next alley, hopefully attracting a better class of customers.
Vittoria: Yes because when-a you think Z addicts in an alley way you-a think one thing. Class.
"Didn't take you for the fuck and leave kinda guy" Commented GraveRobber dryly from the shadows, and, of course, nearly making me jump a foot in the air at the suddenness of his appearance.
Amber: He does have that affect on people.
Luigi: *snickers* Is that a hint of longing in your voice, sister?
Pavi: Ohhh, it might-a be.
Amber: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
"Ugh, save your scary shit for dead-beats. And you know me, I don't kiss and tell."
Pavi: Mostly because-a you've-a never kissed anyone period.
I muttered back, finally getting my belt back where it should be, the Zydrate held securely by it at my hip.
Amber: Not a good place for it, very easy to snatch up and steal.
GraveRobber gave a bitter and rather loud laugh, his boisterous personality coming out in all of his actions. Still grinning ear to ear he came to walk by my side.
"Kiss and tell, hmm? What'd she do, get to your belt and throw herself off? Your that small, hmm? You and sluts really don't mix well."
Luigi: You and sex don't mix well either.
Of course, at the slight banter, I grinned, even though I saw the impending doom as we turned down the corner.
Vittoria:It was the rolling boulder from Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom!
Pavi:*hums the Indiana Jones theme*
Here, in GraveRobber's signature Alley, was the signature name of Scalpel Slut, and my sneer was instantly on my face.
Luigi: As opposed to someone elses sneer.
Pavi: Well, considering the-a face transportation has-a taken off…
Amber Fucking Sweet,
Amber:That’s Miss Amber Fucking Sweet to you, bitch!
and her two little body guards. Our eyes briefly met as she rubbed herself against one of the slightly dressed men at her side.
Luigi: Pffft, Amber’s such a slut she’ll even hump eunuchs.
Amber: Shut up Luigi or I swear to God I’ll slash your throat in your sleep.
"Well, since me and sluts tend not to get along too well, dear Employer, I think I'll leave this Mistress to you." I said quickly, moving to turn around and head to some other back-way.
Amber: Not. A. Word. Any of you. Need I remind the three of you that I do still run Geneco?
Luigi/Pavi/Vittoria: Yes sister.
But, unlucky for me, GraveRobber caught my arm.
Amber: And swung me around in a dance.
"Hang on now, Sweet is going to want to Sweet talk me, so you stick around and sell out while I'm busy with her." He whispered quietly, indicating to the rather large crowd of Zydrate addicts huddled in the Rehab alley.
Luigi: Pffft, it’s a wonder why he hasn’t fucking gone out of business yet, intrusting Z to some kid while he fucks Amber.
Amber: Well the real Grave Robber doesn’t. No one fucking touches his Z unless they give him money, something to sell or something else.
Pavi: (teasingly) Like-a what sister?
Amber: You know what you little creep!
I groaned, GraveRobber letting go of me to strut slowly over to Amber, my sneer firmly in place as I watched the scene. I had a deep feeling this wasn't going to end well.
Vittoria: It’s-a Amber…nothing ever ends well with a Amber.
Mainly because I wasn't the kind of guy that was able to keep his mouth shut around people he didn't really like.
Pavi: Maybe we should-a get him and Luigi together. He’d-a be dead in-a few minutes.
Luigi: For once Pavi, I fucking agree with you.
And although that was usually fine in my line of business, Zydrate addicts don't give two shits what you call them or say to them,
Luigi: So basically it’s just like we are every single day of our fucking lives.
just as long as they get their hit, Amber Sweet was different. Even if she didn't remember you mouthing off in her heightened state, one of her little man sluts would, and slander was a punishable act.
Amber: Fucking right it is! I don’t take lip from some cunt, even if the do have the Z.
Still sneering, I shifted my leather trench-coat to get my Zydrate gun out, pushing one of my vials into it
Vittoria: A mark of the “dark and troubled” OC, the-a ever popular leather trench coat.
Usually coupled with-a pair of combat boots and-a bondage pants. Extra points if-a the OC has an ‘unusual’ haircut.
"Alright Ladies, Happy Hour is in, give me your cash to clock in and I'll give you your shots to clock out!" I yelled loudly, instantly surrounded.
Amber: Pfft this person doesn’t know the first goddamn thing about Z dealing. First off you don’t fucking yell out “look I got Z!” GeneCo’s always looking in the alleyways and has camera’s in the usual spots. Yelling that out is a fucking death sentence.
"Me first, stupid cunt! Here Scar, hit me good." Moaned one, after shoving another to the floor. I raised an eyebrow, aiming at her juggler.
Luigi: I’d aim for the jugular too if I had a sharp object in my hand.
I wasn't one to flirt with them and hit their thigh veins like GraveRobber.
Amber: Which is why you won’t get much business. There’s a reason I keep going back to him when I could afford some of the better stuff you know…
Speaking of GraveRobber…
In a small corner, against a wall, Amber Sweet was…handing out some of her Sweetness
Vittoria: Her ‘sweetness’ being….?
Pavi: He-a means Ambers.
Amber: Pavi, shut the fuck up!
Pavi: I was just trying to-a help.
Amber: Yeah right, your trying to corrupt little Toria.
Vittoira: I’m not corruptible, I’m just confused by the metaphore.
for a hit, my friend easily falling into her trap, literally. I sneered at the sight. Man, you'd think the guy'd have higher standards than that.
Amber: As opposed to the other Scaple Sluts who usually sleep with twenty plus people a night just for Z.
Luigi: Yeah, when Amber does it for free!
Then again, in our business, there really is no high standards. Your surrounded by nothing but sluts, people willing to do anything for a hit, and it disgusted me.
Amber: Then why did you become a drug dealer? Excepting anything else is fucking retarded.
Luigi: Not to mention that’s kind of how the fucking world is. People will put out for anything if they want something enough. How do you think the Geneterns get hired? Brains and skill?
Pavi: I can-a testify to-a that.
Like GraveRobber, I often wondered why I ever got involved. But then I always realize, there's no other life I'd rather prefer.
Vittoria: Because the-a life of a drug dealer is-a something anyone would-a want. Especially when-a you consider the-a high death rate.
I'm not a person who wants a calm life, or a rich life. I don't want things handed to me, I don't want to work my whole life to achieve a decent job, I don't want to come home to the same shit every day, I don't want regularity, and I don't want constants. I want adventure and danger, I want a real life.
I'm not a zombie, I'm alive and happy with it.
Vittoria: Despite all your-a bitching and-a moaning about how much you-a hate dealing with-a your clients and Amber. Please, the-a only reason you-a don’t have a decent job is because you couldn’t-a hack it. And now you’re-a spewing out this ‘danger and adventure’ shit to mask the-a truth.
Amber: *stares at her sister* I…think she nailed it on the head. Scary.
And with that in mind, I let out a laugh.
Pavi: And even-a the Z addicts looked at me like I-a was insane.
"Remember Ladies, I don't accept coupons, you pay with CASH now or never!" I yelled, my gun getting low from the continuous shots.
Amber: Once again, yelling that out where anyone can fucking hear you is not a good idea. There are guards fucking everywhere.
In the dark corner…
"Graverobber…" Moaned out Amber, pressing her hips against his. He grinned down at her, his eyes amused.
"Yes miss Sweet?"
"I need a favorr…" The R was drew out like a sinful purr as she rubbed against him,
Vittoria: She was-a doing her best cat impression, hoping that Grave Robber had some furry tendinces. Or at least had-a thing for Catwoman.
obviously trying to distract him from her next words. Although his eyes glazed a little bit, they did little more, his frame staying the same.
"Yes?" He asked, making sure his voice wasn't wavering.
"I need a hit tonight, in my room. And I need it late."
Vittoria: Despite the fact that-a she’s the-a head of Geneco…and could get someone else to-a get it for her.
Amber: *singsong voice* That’s not why I want him in my room…
Vittoria: Ewww, sister please! And you do know that Mama is watching right?
She whispered against his mouth, her eyes fluttering at him.
Pavi: Ick, I-a hope they-a mean her eyelashes. Because otherwise that-a means Ambers eye’s are going to-a roll out of-a her head.
Luigi: Hahaha! I’d fucking pay to see that, probably better than that time her face fell off!
Graverobber had stopped buying it however, the seriousness of the words sinking in and was now looking at her rather boredly.
Luigi: She’s used to that by now, she bores the fuck out of everyone.
Amber: I’m sitting right the fuck next to you, you cunt!
Luigi: I fucking know that!
"Then buy a whole vile." He stated simply, shifting a little away from her.
"Havent the money on me, and I know how you are about…" her hand trailed down to his crotch, making his eyes briefly widen. "…punctuality." Grab.
Pavi: Ah sister using your ‘negotiantion skills’ again.
Amber: Girls got to do what a girls got to do.
Vittoria: In-a this case it means having sex in a dark alley with a drug dealer. Thank you for-a reminding me why I-a never ever want to-a do drugs.
Graverobber closed his eyes.
Luigi: And tried to think of something pleasant, anything to
"And your solution?" he asked, grabbing her wrist and removing it, expecting some kind of fit from the rejection but getting none.
Amber: (darkly) That’s what he thinks.
"Come to my room and give me some."
Pavi: That’s-a what she said.
Graverobber sneered.
"My face is posted all over the city, wanted by your dear daddy's force. I'm not walking into a trap."
Pavi: You know with all the-a surgeries Amber’s had it’s possible she could be a…
Amber: Finish that sentence I burn all your faces.
Pavi: *bites his tongue*
He growled, his eyes quickly moving away from her dilated ones. He had his limits, the girl could go fuck herself.
Luigi: She would if she could figure out how.
He had whores all up and down these streets willing to pay him to stick around and he wasn't giving up his working hours to go get her a good buzz – it'd be a rather stupid financial move.
Amber: It’d be a worse one to not give me any Z, considering that I’m you know your richest costumer. And now that I’m on the board of Geneco…
Vittoria: I think this-a takes place before-a that though, I could-a be wrong. But it would explain why he mentioned Rotti.
Amber though, was starting to throw that fit he had originally expected.
"I'll pay you extra and give you some!" She growled,
Pavi: Is that-a double entendre I spy?
Amber: Everything’s a double entendre to you Pavi.
Pavi: I’ll double your entendre.
Amber: Ewwww Pavi!
Going to force his face back to hers. But Graverobber sneered at her and pulled away, his sneer quickly vanishing back into his amused look, trying to make it out that the woman hadn't phased him.
Vittoria: He failed though, Amber can-a smell when-a she’s getting to someone. It’s like-a sixth sense.
Luigi: That and finding dick to suck.
Amber: That’s Pavi’s sixth sense.
Pavi: The Pavi knows where you sleep, sister.
"Sorry dear, but your all checked out." He muttered, about to turn around.
Vittoria: And suddenly Grave Robber has turned into a librarian.
Amber: Actually libraries are big Z places, because that’s not where you would expect drug deals to go down.
"THEN SEND THAT LITTLE SCAR FACED BRAT YOU KEEP!"
She finally yelled at him, getting the attention of not only Scar, who looked up rather alarmed, but also several buzzed out addicts at his feet.
Vittoria: And any and all guards in the area.
Amber: Not that I care, it’s not I’m going to get arrested. And that would serve that stupid bitch right for denying me what I want.
Graverobber turned then, very slowly and with a very angry look upon his face.
Luigi: He was about to go Hulk and rip Amber and everyone in the alley apart. And I for one fucking applaud him.
"You'll get my answer."
Vittoria: And-a with that-a rather vague ending to this chapter, our time is up.
Luigi: Thank fucking god. If I had to spend one more minute with you fucktards I’d fucking kill you all.
Pavi: With-a what? Mama took all your knives away.
Luigi: With my bare hands!
Amber: Shut up all of you, you’re making my head hurt!
Vittoria: (dead pan) I can’t wait to do the next chapter.
They were here to be punished, for various transgressions, by their mother. Amber for sneaking out to score so Z, Pavi for stealing one of his mothers clients faces, Luigi for knifing five Geneterns in one day, and Vittoria for blackmailing her school principal into changing a B into a A.
"Your-a probally wondering what type of-a punishement this-a is." Lucretizia's voice said over the intercom. "Since three of you are adults and-a thus are to old for any physical punishment I-a decided on something diffrent. I had several Genetrens look-a around the-a web for fanfictions featuring yourselves (save Vittoria) written by some rather....disturbed people."
There was a groan from all four of them, they knew what type of stuff people wrote about them and avoid it like the plague.
"Now-a you will each read a chapter a day, in here being filmed. Is that-a understood?"
"Yes, Mama." All four Largo children answered in unison.
"And to-a make sure that-a none of you-a try and-a skip your-a punishment you will-a be locked in here for an hour, after you are-a all signaled with the fanfic sign and-a filmed. Now...let's-a begin."
"Can we at least get popcorn?" Luigi asked.
"No you can-a not." Lucretzia said as the lights went out and the screen infront of them. "Signore e signori, let the fanfic begin!"
Luigi/Pavi/Amber/Vittoria: Yay...(deadpan)
Scar's, Knives and Scalpels.
Vittoria: Otherwise known as-a Wendesday at the Largo household.
A Repo! The Genetic Opera fanfiction
By: Butterfly Wolf
Luigi: You know it's going to be a retarded fanfic with a fucking stupid name like that!
Disclaimer: I only own Scar. Everything else is owned by the creator and producers of the movie. I make absolutely no money.
Amber: Haha! Bitch is broke, and doesn't own anything.
Vittoria: Usually I would-a think this-a was-a crossover with the Lion King. But since this is-a punishment I would-a not expect anything that epic to-a happen.
Luigi: Me teamed up with Scar....that would be epic. I'd stab he'd maul.
Authors Note: Please review, I'll go up to about three chapters, and if there's no review than that means it probably shouldn't stay up. Reviews means updates.
All: NO ONE REVIEW!
Please read, enjoy, and review!
Pavi: That's not-a likely!
First chapter is always kinda crappy, so please stick with me. Also! There is mention of Amber/Luigi,
Amber and Luigi: Shut the fuck up Pavi!
Pavi: (false innocent tone) But-a the Pavi didn't say anything.
Luigi: Keep it that way! You too Tori!
Vittoria: (Also in a false innocent tone): What?
Amber/Graverobber
Amber: Shut up all of you!
Pavi/Vittoria/Luigi: *snicker*
Pavi/OC
Pavi:*groans* Why-a do I always get-a paired up with-a the OC's?
Luigi: Because God hates you.
Graverobber/Shilo so…stay on guard!
Vittoria: Constant vigilance!*notices the other three looking at her* What-a none of you read Harry Potter?
Amber: No, we've better things to do than read.
Vittoria: (dead pan) It shows.
Chapter One: Introductions
Well, my name is Scar.
Luigi: I'm a lion who's plotting to kill my brother and take over the Pridelands.
Pavi: If-a only.
I'm seventeen, and GraveRobber's assistant.
Amber: Hahahaah! Grave Robber doesn't need a fucking assistant! He doesn't share his money or bussiness with anyone!
I'm Amber Sweets sworn Enemy and Pavi's best friend.
Amber: Fuck you bitch, I can hire a hit man!
Pavi: The Pavi is Pavi's best friend, Pavi needs no one else.
Rotti Largo's nameless intruder, and Luigi's nightly bitch fit.
Luigi: Fuck you bitch, if you came near me I'd fucking knife your bitch ass!
Vittoria: (sighs) Luigi, He's-a Gary Sue...he'll-a probably be a street fighter or-a something. Don't-a get your-a hopes up.
I have a rather large scar that runs over the top of my eye, starting at the forehead and ending at my cheek. I also have SCAR carved into the underside of my left forearm, my most distinct characteristics.
Vittoria: Thus the-a story behind your-a oh so original name. Truly you-a are so very creative and original.
Although the one across my eye is hard to miss, I'm sure not many people to you with scar's would be something so memorable.
Luigi: There should be a fucking comma in there damn it!
Pavi: Pfft! My-a scars are-a more memorable, so let's-a not think that-a you're anything special.
Well, from what I know, you don't live in the world of GeneCo,
Luigi: Fuck right bitch, we own this world!
where every imperfection, from birth to death, can and will be removed and surgically adapted. Most people find scars and imperfections now days as some kind of oddness, or disease almost.
Amber: Shows what you know! Some people get certain scars on them. One of the trends these days, and I do not know why, is to show off your surgical scars. The more the have the better you are.
Luigi: Then you should be the fucking height of fashion.
Amber: Shut the fuck up!
Well, hell, Pavi's face is all botched and scarred up and he steals faces to cover it he's so embarrassed by it!
Pavi: I'm-a not embarrassed my face is-a beautiful, always! And-a I wear the-a faces because they are-a pretty. Just like a nice shirt would-a be.
Vittoria: I forget how-a messed up you-a are fratello.
That's how fearful this world seems to be about scars and imperfections. But I'm not.
Vittoria: Because-a I'm-a super special snowflake who-a bucks the system with-a my strange and-a unusual fashion sense. Scar's aren't-a seen as bad, in fact Luigi has about seven or more of them that he-a likes to show off!
No, in fact I hate GeneCo
All: The feeling is mutual.
and all their cosmetics and covers, despite my involvement with its children.
Pavi: He-a means me. *sigh* They-a always mean me.
Amber: Well this wouldn't happen if you weren't so much of a man whore!
Pavi: What can I-a say? I’m a popular with the-a ladies and the-a men.
GeneCo has created a whole society where people have lost the meaning of consequences.
Vittoria: Aside from-a the whole pay up or-a get your-a organs repossessed you-a mean. That-a is kind of-a big consequence right there.
Originally, years ago when I was but a baby, the world ran on consequences, where if you drank too much, your liver failed, if you smoked cigarettes, you'd get lung cancer. A world where people (for the most part), paid for their actions in the end.
Amber: Science marches on, bitch! People still die from those things you know, I mean not everyone goes for synthetic organs just most of them. And it's like medicine....or something. It saves lives, or would you prefer a world full of cancer patients?
Pavi: And-a need we-a remind you that-a Geneco saved-a the world from the-a organ failure epidemic. You-a should be thankful.
Vittoria: And-a that-a doesn't add up, the organ replacement started in 2030...and you're-a seventeen. That would-a mean you were born nine years after the-a organ failure epidemic. This is-a the only world you've a known, nothing else.
People learned that in the end, we are alone, with nothing but what we did do, haven't done, and couldn't have done to haunt us.
Amber: (sarcastic) Wow you're so deep!
Vittoria: Next they’ll'll-a pull out a misquote by Friedrich Nietzsche to show how 'inteligent' or-a 'rebelious' their-a character is.
Not anymore. Now the world runs on money and debts, the Repoman and the Surgeons.
Vittoria:But don't you-a know?
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
Some people say it's folly,
But I'd rather have the lolly.
With money you can make a splash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: Money, money, money, money.
Vittoria: There is nothing like a newly minted pound.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: Money, money, money, money
Vittoria: Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker.
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round.
Luigi/Pavi/Amber: 'Round, 'round, 'round.
Vittoria:You can keep your Marxist ways,
For it's only just a phase,
For it's money, money, money makes the world go 'round.
All: Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneeeeey!
And this is the story about how me, a little'ol Zydrate dealer, got thrown into it all, and the consequences
Luigi: Well if you're a Z dealer I'm guessing that it probally started with Amber.
I will forever pay for MY actions against the great and impowered Amber Sweet.
Luigi: Called it!
Amber: Fuck you Luigi!
Pavi: *snickers* In-a this fic...that's-a likely.
"Show me the dough, and I'll show you the "Z"." I commented dryly, watching the scalpel slut wither at my feet,
Amber: *as scalpel slut/Wicked Witch*: I'm melting I'm melting!
pawing at my belt line. I'm rather short for my age, so her actual face to about my abdomen.
"Come on, sweety, there's got to be some other way we can do thisss…You've got to keep that "Z" somewhere on your person…how bout I just rub until I find it, hmm?"
Pavi: I'm a liking where-a this is-a heading....
Luigi/Amber/Vittoria: You would.
I tried not to sneer. Briefly, I thought about merely throwing her off, but then a rather wicked thought struck me.
Vittoria: I could-a make her watch the Twilight movies!
Luigi: That's cruel and unusual even by our standards.
I had been watching too many Classic movies and hanging around GraveRobber,
Amber: Not a good combo, believe me. Sometimes he'll make you reenact that scene from A Street Car Called Desire.
for a devious idea entered my head, a scene I thought I could mimic a bit from an old movie.
Vittoria: If-a it's a porn movie...I'm-a leaving now.
Pavi: Let it be-a porn, let-a it be porn!
Letting my leather gloved hand slide into her hair (cause if it wasn't gloved, I wouldn't have touched it), I lightly pressed her head against my clothed flesh, a grin spreading across my face.
"What bitch, you think Imma let you get off with just rubbing me? You gotta do better than that." I growled, spreading my stance slightly. Of course, the whore instantly got the jest of my hint and started mouthing at my crotch,
Pavi/Luigi: YAY!
Vittoria: Ewww.
Amber: I've seen worce.
and I had to once again force my lunch back down, secretly making plans with a bleach bottle.
"If that's what you want, hunny, then that's what you get…" She whispered, her hands slowly, seductively running up my pant legs toward my belt. I tolerated it, for a moment, grinning and moving my fingers through her hair.
Amber: Where I found gum, some change, and a old Queen cd.
"Ahh, but what about what you want, my dear? What are we gonna do about that…" I questioned lightly, making sure none of her filthy fingers actually made contact with my skin.
Amber: So you're too good to sleep with the drug addicts who basically put food on your table? Wow....what a bitch!
"Mm…you know what I want…" She moaned, her hands actually starting to undo my pants, and here was where the game ended. Roughly, using my well hidden strength, I threw her off of me, laughing sadistically.
Luigi: So you're small...but you're strong. Yeah, that's likely.
Vittoria: But-a Luigi you-a forget, Gary Stues can-a do everything normal mortals cannot do!
"You make me sick!" I laughed, giving her sprawled form and insulted face one last look before turning the corner, quickly fixing up my belt as I moved onto my next alley, hopefully attracting a better class of customers.
Vittoria: Yes because when-a you think Z addicts in an alley way you-a think one thing. Class.
"Didn't take you for the fuck and leave kinda guy" Commented GraveRobber dryly from the shadows, and, of course, nearly making me jump a foot in the air at the suddenness of his appearance.
Amber: He does have that affect on people.
Luigi: *snickers* Is that a hint of longing in your voice, sister?
Pavi: Ohhh, it might-a be.
Amber: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
"Ugh, save your scary shit for dead-beats. And you know me, I don't kiss and tell."
Pavi: Mostly because-a you've-a never kissed anyone period.
I muttered back, finally getting my belt back where it should be, the Zydrate held securely by it at my hip.
Amber: Not a good place for it, very easy to snatch up and steal.
GraveRobber gave a bitter and rather loud laugh, his boisterous personality coming out in all of his actions. Still grinning ear to ear he came to walk by my side.
"Kiss and tell, hmm? What'd she do, get to your belt and throw herself off? Your that small, hmm? You and sluts really don't mix well."
Luigi: You and sex don't mix well either.
Of course, at the slight banter, I grinned, even though I saw the impending doom as we turned down the corner.
Vittoria:It was the rolling boulder from Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom!
Pavi:*hums the Indiana Jones theme*
Here, in GraveRobber's signature Alley, was the signature name of Scalpel Slut, and my sneer was instantly on my face.
Luigi: As opposed to someone elses sneer.
Pavi: Well, considering the-a face transportation has-a taken off…
Amber Fucking Sweet,
Amber:That’s Miss Amber Fucking Sweet to you, bitch!
and her two little body guards. Our eyes briefly met as she rubbed herself against one of the slightly dressed men at her side.
Luigi: Pffft, Amber’s such a slut she’ll even hump eunuchs.
Amber: Shut up Luigi or I swear to God I’ll slash your throat in your sleep.
"Well, since me and sluts tend not to get along too well, dear Employer, I think I'll leave this Mistress to you." I said quickly, moving to turn around and head to some other back-way.
Amber: Not. A. Word. Any of you. Need I remind the three of you that I do still run Geneco?
Luigi/Pavi/Vittoria: Yes sister.
But, unlucky for me, GraveRobber caught my arm.
Amber: And swung me around in a dance.
"Hang on now, Sweet is going to want to Sweet talk me, so you stick around and sell out while I'm busy with her." He whispered quietly, indicating to the rather large crowd of Zydrate addicts huddled in the Rehab alley.
Luigi: Pffft, it’s a wonder why he hasn’t fucking gone out of business yet, intrusting Z to some kid while he fucks Amber.
Amber: Well the real Grave Robber doesn’t. No one fucking touches his Z unless they give him money, something to sell or something else.
Pavi: (teasingly) Like-a what sister?
Amber: You know what you little creep!
I groaned, GraveRobber letting go of me to strut slowly over to Amber, my sneer firmly in place as I watched the scene. I had a deep feeling this wasn't going to end well.
Vittoria: It’s-a Amber…nothing ever ends well with a Amber.
Mainly because I wasn't the kind of guy that was able to keep his mouth shut around people he didn't really like.
Pavi: Maybe we should-a get him and Luigi together. He’d-a be dead in-a few minutes.
Luigi: For once Pavi, I fucking agree with you.
And although that was usually fine in my line of business, Zydrate addicts don't give two shits what you call them or say to them,
Luigi: So basically it’s just like we are every single day of our fucking lives.
just as long as they get their hit, Amber Sweet was different. Even if she didn't remember you mouthing off in her heightened state, one of her little man sluts would, and slander was a punishable act.
Amber: Fucking right it is! I don’t take lip from some cunt, even if the do have the Z.
Still sneering, I shifted my leather trench-coat to get my Zydrate gun out, pushing one of my vials into it
Vittoria: A mark of the “dark and troubled” OC, the-a ever popular leather trench coat.
Usually coupled with-a pair of combat boots and-a bondage pants. Extra points if-a the OC has an ‘unusual’ haircut.
"Alright Ladies, Happy Hour is in, give me your cash to clock in and I'll give you your shots to clock out!" I yelled loudly, instantly surrounded.
Amber: Pfft this person doesn’t know the first goddamn thing about Z dealing. First off you don’t fucking yell out “look I got Z!” GeneCo’s always looking in the alleyways and has camera’s in the usual spots. Yelling that out is a fucking death sentence.
"Me first, stupid cunt! Here Scar, hit me good." Moaned one, after shoving another to the floor. I raised an eyebrow, aiming at her juggler.
Luigi: I’d aim for the jugular too if I had a sharp object in my hand.
I wasn't one to flirt with them and hit their thigh veins like GraveRobber.
Amber: Which is why you won’t get much business. There’s a reason I keep going back to him when I could afford some of the better stuff you know…
Speaking of GraveRobber…
In a small corner, against a wall, Amber Sweet was…handing out some of her Sweetness
Vittoria: Her ‘sweetness’ being….?
Pavi: He-a means Ambers.
Amber: Pavi, shut the fuck up!
Pavi: I was just trying to-a help.
Amber: Yeah right, your trying to corrupt little Toria.
Vittoira: I’m not corruptible, I’m just confused by the metaphore.
for a hit, my friend easily falling into her trap, literally. I sneered at the sight. Man, you'd think the guy'd have higher standards than that.
Amber: As opposed to the other Scaple Sluts who usually sleep with twenty plus people a night just for Z.
Luigi: Yeah, when Amber does it for free!
Then again, in our business, there really is no high standards. Your surrounded by nothing but sluts, people willing to do anything for a hit, and it disgusted me.
Amber: Then why did you become a drug dealer? Excepting anything else is fucking retarded.
Luigi: Not to mention that’s kind of how the fucking world is. People will put out for anything if they want something enough. How do you think the Geneterns get hired? Brains and skill?
Pavi: I can-a testify to-a that.
Like GraveRobber, I often wondered why I ever got involved. But then I always realize, there's no other life I'd rather prefer.
Vittoria: Because the-a life of a drug dealer is-a something anyone would-a want. Especially when-a you consider the-a high death rate.
I'm not a person who wants a calm life, or a rich life. I don't want things handed to me, I don't want to work my whole life to achieve a decent job, I don't want to come home to the same shit every day, I don't want regularity, and I don't want constants. I want adventure and danger, I want a real life.
I'm not a zombie, I'm alive and happy with it.
Vittoria: Despite all your-a bitching and-a moaning about how much you-a hate dealing with-a your clients and Amber. Please, the-a only reason you-a don’t have a decent job is because you couldn’t-a hack it. And now you’re-a spewing out this ‘danger and adventure’ shit to mask the-a truth.
Amber: *stares at her sister* I…think she nailed it on the head. Scary.
And with that in mind, I let out a laugh.
Pavi: And even-a the Z addicts looked at me like I-a was insane.
"Remember Ladies, I don't accept coupons, you pay with CASH now or never!" I yelled, my gun getting low from the continuous shots.
Amber: Once again, yelling that out where anyone can fucking hear you is not a good idea. There are guards fucking everywhere.
In the dark corner…
"Graverobber…" Moaned out Amber, pressing her hips against his. He grinned down at her, his eyes amused.
"Yes miss Sweet?"
"I need a favorr…" The R was drew out like a sinful purr as she rubbed against him,
Vittoria: She was-a doing her best cat impression, hoping that Grave Robber had some furry tendinces. Or at least had-a thing for Catwoman.
obviously trying to distract him from her next words. Although his eyes glazed a little bit, they did little more, his frame staying the same.
"Yes?" He asked, making sure his voice wasn't wavering.
"I need a hit tonight, in my room. And I need it late."
Vittoria: Despite the fact that-a she’s the-a head of Geneco…and could get someone else to-a get it for her.
Amber: *singsong voice* That’s not why I want him in my room…
Vittoria: Ewww, sister please! And you do know that Mama is watching right?
She whispered against his mouth, her eyes fluttering at him.
Pavi: Ick, I-a hope they-a mean her eyelashes. Because otherwise that-a means Ambers eye’s are going to-a roll out of-a her head.
Luigi: Hahaha! I’d fucking pay to see that, probably better than that time her face fell off!
Graverobber had stopped buying it however, the seriousness of the words sinking in and was now looking at her rather boredly.
Luigi: She’s used to that by now, she bores the fuck out of everyone.
Amber: I’m sitting right the fuck next to you, you cunt!
Luigi: I fucking know that!
"Then buy a whole vile." He stated simply, shifting a little away from her.
"Havent the money on me, and I know how you are about…" her hand trailed down to his crotch, making his eyes briefly widen. "…punctuality." Grab.
Pavi: Ah sister using your ‘negotiantion skills’ again.
Amber: Girls got to do what a girls got to do.
Vittoria: In-a this case it means having sex in a dark alley with a drug dealer. Thank you for-a reminding me why I-a never ever want to-a do drugs.
Graverobber closed his eyes.
Luigi: And tried to think of something pleasant, anything to
"And your solution?" he asked, grabbing her wrist and removing it, expecting some kind of fit from the rejection but getting none.
Amber: (darkly) That’s what he thinks.
"Come to my room and give me some."
Pavi: That’s-a what she said.
Graverobber sneered.
"My face is posted all over the city, wanted by your dear daddy's force. I'm not walking into a trap."
Pavi: You know with all the-a surgeries Amber’s had it’s possible she could be a…
Amber: Finish that sentence I burn all your faces.
Pavi: *bites his tongue*
He growled, his eyes quickly moving away from her dilated ones. He had his limits, the girl could go fuck herself.
Luigi: She would if she could figure out how.
He had whores all up and down these streets willing to pay him to stick around and he wasn't giving up his working hours to go get her a good buzz – it'd be a rather stupid financial move.
Amber: It’d be a worse one to not give me any Z, considering that I’m you know your richest costumer. And now that I’m on the board of Geneco…
Vittoria: I think this-a takes place before-a that though, I could-a be wrong. But it would explain why he mentioned Rotti.
Amber though, was starting to throw that fit he had originally expected.
"I'll pay you extra and give you some!" She growled,
Pavi: Is that-a double entendre I spy?
Amber: Everything’s a double entendre to you Pavi.
Pavi: I’ll double your entendre.
Amber: Ewwww Pavi!
Going to force his face back to hers. But Graverobber sneered at her and pulled away, his sneer quickly vanishing back into his amused look, trying to make it out that the woman hadn't phased him.
Vittoria: He failed though, Amber can-a smell when-a she’s getting to someone. It’s like-a sixth sense.
Luigi: That and finding dick to suck.
Amber: That’s Pavi’s sixth sense.
Pavi: The Pavi knows where you sleep, sister.
"Sorry dear, but your all checked out." He muttered, about to turn around.
Vittoria: And suddenly Grave Robber has turned into a librarian.
Amber: Actually libraries are big Z places, because that’s not where you would expect drug deals to go down.
"THEN SEND THAT LITTLE SCAR FACED BRAT YOU KEEP!"
She finally yelled at him, getting the attention of not only Scar, who looked up rather alarmed, but also several buzzed out addicts at his feet.
Vittoria: And any and all guards in the area.
Amber: Not that I care, it’s not I’m going to get arrested. And that would serve that stupid bitch right for denying me what I want.
Graverobber turned then, very slowly and with a very angry look upon his face.
Luigi: He was about to go Hulk and rip Amber and everyone in the alley apart. And I for one fucking applaud him.
"You'll get my answer."
Vittoria: And-a with that-a rather vague ending to this chapter, our time is up.
Luigi: Thank fucking god. If I had to spend one more minute with you fucktards I’d fucking kill you all.
Pavi: With-a what? Mama took all your knives away.
Luigi: With my bare hands!
Amber: Shut up all of you, you’re making my head hurt!
Vittoria: (dead pan) I can’t wait to do the next chapter.
