Genetic Perfection ( Repo! the Genetic Opera Fanfiction)

The Opera

Chapter 9: The Opera

The dressmaker carefully slipped the final piece of the dress onto my body, her eyes filled with awe. She delicately placed shoes on my feet and fastened them. I was now fully prepared for the opera.

I couldn't help but wish Luigi had killed me sooner. The tension was unbearable. If I were to die, I'd rather it happen sooner rather than later. The thought of being killed in front of a crowd of millions was horrifying.

As the dressmaker left the room, I anxiously waited for my cue to make my debut.

"Excuse me," a sweet voice called out, and Blind Mag appeared in the doorway.

"Blind Mag," I whispered in amazement at her beauty. "Please come in."

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, knowing she witnessed what happened on the stage at the fair.

"I wanted to offer my congratulations," she said, moving closer to me with an angelic grace.

"Thank you," I sighed. How fortunate she was to be escaping this place. She could live her life on her own terms.

"But I see worry and fear in your eyes," Mag said, gently touching my face. Her enchanting eyes held a deep understanding.

"Well, I think anyone attending the opera with Luigi would feel the same," I replied, smiling at Mag.

Her smile faded into a heartbreaking expression.

"They have trapped you, haven't they? And now you can't escape," Mag said, looking up at my hairstyle before taking a step back. "We are the same."

"But you're getting out," I said, smiling at her. She was not in the same situation. They hadn't trapped her; she still had the freedom to choose.

"I fear my last performance tonight will end in death. The repo man will come for me," Mag said, sitting down on the couch.

"Why do you run, then?" I asked, realizing the irony of my question. I had tried to escape 'The Knife' countless times.

"Because it's better to die free than to live as a slave," she said. 

"Mad girl, can you believe what they've done to you? Wouldn't they stop if you asked them to leave you alone? In all your fairy tales, how did the prince say he loved you? How did your father die? Was he a good man? Maybe someday you'll know the beginning and the end, much closer than they seem. Death is but a dream, I know. Dolls are meant to grow away, all broken and bent from petty play. My friend in this world is a bottle of nothing. Still, I fly. Still, I fall. Mad girl, can you believe what they've done to you? Wouldn't they stop if you asked them to leave you alone? In all your fairy tales, how did the prince say he loved you? How did your father die? Was he a good man? Maybe someday you'll know. Like the water in the well, my melancholy state, folly, fear, and hate, I know. Even time will never tell. She teetered, she tripped, and then she fell. My faith in this world is a bottle of nothing. Still, I fly. Still, I fall." She sang wiping a tear from my cheek.

I looked into her fading eyes, feeling a deep connection.

"He is ready for you," one of the genterns said, entering the room.

"Good luck," Mag said, kissing my cheek.

I left the singing beauty, knowing I would see her one more time at the performance, but unsure if I would live long enough to witness it.

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The pre-party of the opera was filled with the elite, sipping cocktails and gossiping about Luigi's new companion. I wished they wouldn't.