Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin felt as though he was going to die right then and there, his throat burning and his mind gradually slowing down to realize what happened. Sighing a bit, he had finally moved out of behind the dumpster, catching his breath, watching the moon. It had been a strange night, he had keeled in his own friend's blood, ran from the Repo Man, and managed to vomit in an alleyway. As accomplished as he should've felt for surviving, this wasn't the case. After all, he knew there would be a second chase, it was just a matter of when. That wasn't something he liked held over his own head, the chance of when he was going to be gutted limb from limb and forced to suffer a terrible death. Regardless of such looming threats, he wandered off, going back home to his shitty apartment to get cleaned up. He felt as though he was in a daze, his legs hardly felt as though they were touching the ground. This would've been a terribly fascinating experience if he hadn't had a great loss from it. This.. this is just fucked up. He mumbled, wiping some of the sweat from his face, realizing how tired he was from all of that running. Sure he wasn't overweight or anything, but being lithe didn't equate being incredibly fit. Oh.. oh fuck. He just groaned once more, as if hearing his own voice would be of enough comfort. It would mean he could still speak... unlike Marlow.... The image that flashed through his mind of his dear friend so terribly mangled had made him so angry. He wanted nothing more than to end the repo man, to stop him from killing everyone who just wanted to live. Who cared if Rotti didn't get his pay? The man was rich anyways, he didn't need to kill mothers, fathers, friends, and family off just because he didn't get more money. Such thoughts as these were what kept Ben up at night, what made him think about why he had to perfect his own surgeries. If only he could just get rid of that terrible thing Nathan had become. Maybe even use his organs to keep people alive, just to make some wrong, right. When he had finally gotten into his apartment, he took a shower which consisted of staring at the grungy tiles thoughtlessly for a long period of time. Then, eventually getting cleaned off and crawling in bed. His mind was heavy with worry, but he couldn't let himself become sleep deprived because of this horrible event. He would have a surgery tomorrow, a woman of some sort... he could hardly remember. All he knew was that the organs were ready, and she just needed to be in the storage room by the time he designated. Eventually drifting off to sleep, he had a dreamless night, his favorite kind. By the time he had woken up, he knew he had a couple hours left to get ready. So, he had gathered his things up and set them near the door. Most of his tools were at his place of work that he found. After that, he wandered off to the kitchen, eating anything he really needed, and got dressed in something more official. It was an old medical coat he had, the only one without the GeneCo label on it. A shirt, and the only clean pair of slacks he could find. His hair was pulled up as well, so as not to get in the way. Before he knew it, enough time had passed for him to finally go to his appointment. When arriving, he could see the small blond woman, her features rather frail. She was only in her twenties, and she happened to be suffering from the same problem he had. She needed a new heart. He was always worried before procedures, for he had to go down the general list of warnings. Along with the fact that this surgery could kill her. But she simply whispered she had no problem with that, after all, she couldn't pay GeneCo. Unfortunately, the surgery went unsuccessful. She died on the operating table. Benjamin, with his hands in her blood, could do nothing but sob over his failure. The mourning of his friend also finally breaking him down to emotion. This was a horrible night.