within the time that rotti largo had ruined marni’s life,
she had become quite the ticket with the outcasts. after
changing her name, not officially, but locally, she
welcomed the addicts, the dealers like children of her
own. actually, she became an activist. rebelling against
geneco was one of those many things she’s acquired to
enjoy.
repo men had come back and forth,
murdering innocent people for borrowed
body parts. because they were poor,
because no one could afford geneco’s
prices. it was practically legalized slaughter.
and the outcasts? they've enough.
she kept close watch on him, his back mostly.
the law was that if you interfered with a repoman
during a repossession, he, or she, had every right
to do away with you as well. it was barbaric.
and even if it was with just one, they all would eventually
stop once the public decided to fight back.
marni pushed her back up against the wall of a nearby alley way,
eyes glinting, watching as his mask lit up the path before him.
it was pitch black, apart from the streetlights beaming above the
building. but, there was no one. a perfect scene.
thankfully her legs didn’t fail her, she kept up a steady pace.
quietly, pulling the knife from her waistband and raising it, not
realizing her shadow was being cast from above, giving away
her position and her plotted assassination on one of rotti largo’s
employers.
were they even employers? no. they were sick,
twisted individuals who were paid to murder.