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

Nathan Wallace hated his job he hated what he did, what he had to do. To keep his daughter safe from the world, he had to become everyone else's nightmare, and most of the time he had to kill them to do the job - other times, they could survive the loss of the body part that had the debt attached, but usually they died from the shock anyways. Sometimes, he might have cut them a little more than he had to - he couldn't really remember, but some days it annoyed him when they struggled too much. He had bad days like everyone else, after all. In fact, he wasn't sure any of them had ever lived. He had so much blood on his hands. But as the thing beneath him gurgled it's pain, and the lower jaw came away in one neat piece and left a tongue lolling out below a ruined face, Nathan Wallace was out to lunch the good doctor was being protected from the violence, his mind shielding him from his own actions while the Repo Man took the reins, directing the knife with exacting precision. Beneath them, blood had spread in a thick pool that seemed to be endlessly streaming from Marlow's face, leaking down his neck and over his shoulders, collecting in the cracks of the cement and streaking the Repo Man's gloves and jacket, flecks of crimson on an expanse of shining black. Good thing it was vinyl he would never get the stains out of anything absorbent. A glance at the chunk of human in his hand told him it was bits of silicon and metal and bone that had been formed into a lower jaw, and he peeled away some of the tissue and muscle that still hung on it, and he could see the small Gene Co product stamp in the metal. He dropped it into a plastic bag - no real rush on this one - and then glanced down when he felt Marlow begin to spasm and seize, the man's eyes rolling back into his head and he let out a single croak. He didn't last long at all. And, straddling Marlow's chest, looking down at the dead man with his masked head cocked to the side, spattered in blood, the Repo Man was the very picture of a nightmare, and the only thing that made him recognizable as a human was the visor backlit by blue, revealing the last pair of eyes his victims would ever look into. It was just as he began to rise, however, that he felt a force at his right, and he was shoved over, the knife clattering away - he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, how reckless of him. It wasn't until a fist struck him across the cheekbone and he hit the pavement for a second time - palms planted against the cement - that he realized his mask was gone, and it was just the cool night air and the sweat on his face, and without the mask, some part of him was able to recognize the man who had struck him. Benjamin, a former GeneCo employee back before the Health Industry Repossession Bill had been passed had always brought the organs around to the surgery ward, and he had quit when the company had begun recalling organs for non-payment. But another part of him, the one that had been taking over for the last hour, just didn't care who was in front of him, or why they were there - there was no visible recognition the Repo Man reared up, his eyes glittering in the single, dim light that hung at the side of the alley, and his expression wasn't so much a smile as it was a baring of teeth. He stepped over Marlow's body as it went through it's final death rattle, and something terrible crunched and squished beneath his boot before he swung a fist at Benjamin's stomach that would have the impact of a battering ram.