A/N: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera or the wonderful characters I shall play with for this story, Comments are much loved and worshiped. This is the redone first chapter. (yay!)

The End

Shilo ran down the streets; she had to force herself to put one foot in front of the other. Every event and every word form that night ran through her head as she passed building after building. As she pushed herself faster down the gray streets of the city reality had finally started to sink in; she was alone. She forced her body faster, trying to escape reality. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, threatening to burst out of her chest any second. Here was her freedom, but she didn't want anything to do with it now.

"Where did the confidence I had at the Opera go?" When she had walked out of the building; leaving the bodies of her family behind, she lost the feeling that she would be fine. Anxiety had washed over her forcing her to run from the paparazzi that were like flies, and away from the creepy limo driver's clutches; she couldn't take any of this.

Shilo darted in and out of the alleys; she needed to find something that looked normal to her; she needed normality but nothing was normal in this city. Shilo's body started to feel heavier and her once quick pace started to slow. She felt tired, she felt realization seep into her.

Tears started to roll down her flushed cheeks and drop to the filth covered ground. She kept running. Shilo didn't even know why she was running; she knew it wouldn't help, and in the end it would probably hurt her. Running couldn't make reality disappear, running couldn't make her mind go blank, and running would never change everything back.

"To how it was meant to be," She thought. The allies started to become darker and scarier with every turn Shilo took; and with every turn Shilo became even more lost in the city she called her home.

"Seventeen years and you would have thought I would know this city". She thought

Shilo couldn't run any longer, she started to feel her legs give out from under her. Falling took a while; it seemed to go in slow motion for Shilo, and then pain brought her back to how everything really was. The pavement scraped her knees and the palms of her hands, they bled slowly. Pain radiated from the wounds. She didn't care; she was already covered in her father's blood.

"Why not let mine run as well?" Shilo sat there in the filth staring at the bleeding hands. Her mind drifted and thought about how she once had a home, and once a father as well. Her eyes drifted from her palms to the red on her chest, to the sticky dress, and then to her thighs.

"Why? Why can't it be like before?"Her mind screamed as the tears welled up in her eyes again. Shilo looked up to the pitch black sky. There were no stars tonight; there were never any stars. She couldn't make a sound as shy cried; Shilo figured she had lost her voice about five blocks ago. Everything was lost at the opera though; happiness, love, friendship, and family. Everything that she took for granted was gone. If she knew she would have paid this price for freedom she would have never taken it.

Shilo hugged her abdomen tightly; as if she was trying to comfort herself, but it didn't work tonight. Shilo shut her eyes tightly as she rocked back and forth slowly; in the darkness of her mind she watched the Opera over and over again. She watched the audience not do a single thing as she pleaded them for help; she watched Rotti's satisfied grin plaster to his face as her father died slowly.

The rain started falling at some point, as the cold drops fell it washed away some of the blood. The hours passed by but the tears never dried; slowly her voice found her and she started to sob. Shilo didn't care if people hear her cry; she didn't care if it was thought of as pathetic. Soon Shilo realize that she didn't know where her home was or even if she wanted to go home any more.

The ghosts would be there, wouldn't they? Wouldn't the memories hurt worse there? Where could she go though, Shilo knew no one now. She had no money, no home, no family, she had nothing. Her father had probably left everything in her name though, but she didn't want his blood money. She didn't want anything to do with his 'career', she was sickened by it. Shilo knew her father well enough to know that he had prepared everything for her, because he loved her. Shilo opened her eyes that were now blood shot. Well she thought she knew him that is.

Why would he poison you if he loved you? Her mind asked. Why would he keep your godmother away if he loved you? Why would he lie about who he really was? Self doubt started to settle into her body. Most of her knew very well that her father loved her and tried the best he could; but the questions were unanswered.

Do I even want them to be answered? Part of her asked. In the end she realized she would rather have the idea of the man she thought he was then who he actually was.

Shilo looked down at her bleeding hands again. Rain water and blood mixed; together they slowly dripped from her fingertips and seeped on to the streets. Shilo wished; no, she prayed to have someone again; she wouldn't take them for granted this time. She also wished; no, again prayed that she could just start over. This time it would be different, she would be different.

Shilo's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of tune being whistled in the distance; the sound was coming from behind her. Shilo froze and listened; she couldn't find the energy to get back up and keep going. Soon the whistle was then accompanied with the sound of heavy boots hitting the pavement; together the boots and whistle made a song of their own. Shilo didn't know what to do; the feeling of fear and dread formed in the pit of her gut, it felt like she had swallowed a led weight.

"Would this be my end too?" She wondered. She didn't know the streets; she didn't know what could happen to her. This could be the death of her for all Shilo knew. Thoughts and probabilities of what could happen next ran through her mind pushing the Opera aside for a moment. The duet of boots and the tune's song ended abruptly behind her; Shilo closed her eyes for the worst.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing out here? This isn't the place for god damn games." The voice came from no one other then the man who started the night's chain of events, Graverobber. She was as happy as she could be, she realized she did know someone; even though he really was a smelly drug dealer.

The feeling of happiness passed quickly as Shilo turned her head to look up at him, then reality sunk in once more. She wanted to say something; she wanted to tell him everything but tears started too dripped from her eyes instead. Graverobber quickly knelt down next to her; he looked concerned but had no idea what to do at the same time. It took a few moments until Shilo was able to find her voice.

"He's dead, they all are." She said. The words were spoken softly but they sounded rough as they bounced off the brick buildings that surrounded them.

"Shit." Was all he said in response.