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

Thick heavy screams in the air, something one never wants to become immune to. Though when you once worked in a hospital, where everyone's organs seemed to be failing one after the other, the staff dwindling as the patients rising.. the screams of desperate husbands, wives, children of all ages filling the air. Over and over again asking how it could happen to them, what was going on. It was a terrifying experience... though to join them, to be one who needed one of the many emergency organ transplants. That was worse than anything, a surgeon on the table, wondering if he would wake up again. A heart transplant, one of the last few before a desperate look for donaters. Then Genco rose from the ashes of the medical profession. Things didn't get any better. Yes people were surviving, but with the decline in jobs, they all started becoming behind on their payments. Before anyone could really react or realize the danger, the new bill was passed. Various reactions were found amongst the doctors, surgeons, and nurses. Some decided to turn a blind eye and continue their jobs. Others had quit in a fit of anger against Genco for putting a price on life. Benjamin Morse was one of the many to quit, to go with what stuck with their morals.. instead of what lined their pockets. It was a decision he would later find difficult to live with, the longing for a steady paycheck occasionally tugging at him and making him wish he would've just taken the easier road. But he knew that the easier road would've lead to his morals being completely sacrificed, something he couldn't really handle in the long run. So, he had slowly learned to love his life in his shitty apartment. However, not all was completely well. As he realized that he still had to may payments on that heart... he also noticed the price had gone up by an alarming amount when he quit working at that hospital. Sure he had money in savings, but it wasn't enough to pay this all off at once. He also found that there was no where for him to work. Making a few doctors visits every few months wasn't enough to make up for all the money that he still needed to raise. Benjamin knew he would have to do something drastic, which was learn exactly how to escape the horrible fate of the Repo man, to find some way to outsmart him. He had been following the night surgeon for months now, just watching him take victims and learning his patterns. He also had gone so far as to harvest any healthy organs left over. He had his own kit just as the murderer did. Though his consisted of gloves, and some tools in the coat of his pocket. That and a cooler he would carry when possible. Hell, he even managed to find an old storage room that was abandoned long ago to use for his own surgeries. His initial attempts were all failures, something that was extremely disheartening. Not only that, but he was estimating how many more payments he could make before putting what he learned to the test. It made him sick thinking about it. However, there was a change in luck... his surgeries were working, it just all depended on the freshness of the organ, and how much time his patients survived. Now was a night though, that he had to face the loss of a friend who he helped as much as he could. He needed to help him find a way out. After all, Marlow had helped him so much at finding new approaches. Also, Marlow had helped him get his hands on Zydrate, the one drug that keep his procedures quiet and as painless as possible. Without Marlow, he would've lost that connection, and he would've lost hope. What he had seen though, what he had seen brought a mixture of anger and disgust. The rough butchering of someone he held so dear. It made him react, it made him actually attack this man he had worked so hard on studying. His own tousled thickly curled dark locks had gotten into his face as he dashed forward, acting before his mind could even grasp what was going on. With a loud yell, he had managed to force the man onto his side, knocking off the one thing shielding this monster's face in the process. A man who once was too lithe for his own good had decent enough strength now, to slap away the one knife he could see. One was surprised when they discovered what strength they obtained from witnessing something so horrible. You fucker. He growled, tossing a punch right at the man's head, not seeming to notice that familiar face. His own dark eyes fixed into a look of hatred. You're going to fucking regret this. His knee felt wet suddenly, a sick disgusting squishing sound invading his ears. When he finally figured out who he was assaulting though, his eyes went wide. N...Nathan? Words sliding out of his mouth, his own angled pale face turned to look for a way to escape, only to see his friend upon the ground in the process, his mangled figure a horrific sight. His senses were starting to come back and he realized he was attacking someone who could gut him like a fish with absolutely no problem. This was a terrible idea.