Genetic Perfection ( Repo! the Genetic Opera Fanfiction)

Shilo Wallace

Chapter 21: Shilo Wallace

"We don't have all day, come on," Shilo said impatiently, her eyes urging me to hurry. I glanced at her across the street, contemplating my options. Maybe going with her would be the safest choice. At this point, I had nothing left to lose.

"I have a tracker in me...somewhere," I admitted, concerned about the attention it might bring. Whoever Shilo was, she might not want that kind of exposure.

"I know someone who can remove it," she assured me. "Now come on."

Taking a deep breath, I crossed the empty street and met Shilo's determined gaze. Who was she? She seemed too young to be involved in the things I was connected to, or so I thought.

Shilo grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alleyway. We hurried through the narrow path, her pace almost causing me to stumble. With each step, my shirt rode up, leaving me feeling exposed and self-conscious. I discreetly tried to adjust it, but Shilo seemed oblivious, focused solely on reaching our destination. Questions raced through my mind as we navigated the dimly lit alleyways.

"What is all this about?" I finally asked as she turned down another side street. The silence was eerie, and we hadn't encountered a single person so far.

"Everything you know is a lie. I'm here to tell you the truth," Shilo declared, her voice filled with determination. What did she mean by that? How did she know what was really going on?

As we ventured deeper into the maze of alleyways, a mix of fear and curiosity consumed me. Shilo's words lingered, leaving me hungry for answers. What secrets had been kept from me? And why had she been chosen to reveal them?

Finally, we came to a stop at the entrance of a bustling street. People dressed in business attire moved mechanically, their faces devoid of expression. It was as if they were all part of some monotonous routine.

"Okay, we have to cross this street and then we're nearly there. We'll run, keep your head down, and we should be fine. On the count of three," Shilo whispered, scanning the crowd for any signs of danger. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared myself for what was to come.

"One," Shilo began, her grip on my arm tightening.

"Two," I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

"Three!" Shilo exclaimed, and we sprinted forward, maneuvering through the sea of people. The noise of the city faded into the background as my focus narrowed on Shilo's back.

The wind rushed past us, drowning out everything else. I had no idea where we were headed, but I trusted Shilo's instincts. She seemed to know the city like the back of her hand, effortlessly guiding us through the labyrinth of streets.

Suddenly, the crowd around us came to a halt. Shilo kept running, but the sound of the speakers and the floating screens caught my attention. My pictures flashed across the screens, accompanied by newsreaders and Henna Romano. My body froze, unable to continue running. Shilo came to a stop, realizing I wasn't by her side.

"We can't stop, Malta. They'll see us," she pleaded urgently.

Anxiety and heartbreak overwhelmed me. How could they do this to me? The Romano family, whom I had trusted, knew the danger I was in. How could they expose me to the world like this?

Song - Unholy - OC Version by Justine's Mic and Kevin Liu

Henna: Lord, he don't know that she's gettin' hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

"We have Henna Romano with us," the news anchor announced, a smile plastered on their face. "She's here to provide her professional opinion on the new images of Malta Augustine. We're still waiting to hear from the Largo family, but we trust Henna can shed some light on the matter."