Thread: !-800-SUICIDE || bear & kosmik

RE !-800-SUICIDE Bear Kosmik Sasha Volkov was born to Russian immigrant parents. They moved to the states a few months before his birth and lived in a poor part of the city struggling to survive, but were happy. They worked hard and pushed their son to work hard in school and go to college to become successful and not have to live like they did. He spent his childhood happy despite the rough living conditions he grew up in. He graduated high school at 17 in the top ten of his class and had accepted a scholarship into med school. In his fourth year of college his mother was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. Her health progressively got worse over the next couple years and she became wheelchair bound. Spending his time between school, work and helping his father take care of his mother Sasha was only more driven to become a doctor. A year before his residency his mother gathered him and his father for a life altering conversation. She told them how she was tired of suffering, so tired of being a prisoner in her own body, constantly being wracked with pain. In the few years she dealt with the disease she had lost her mobility, her sight in her left eye, and was in constant pain. That they were wasting money on her when she and they all knew there would be no surviving this for her. That evening with the help of her husband and son she took her own life on her terms. Sasha took the experience to heart and started studying euthanasia and physician assisted suicide as a treatment option for terminally ill patients, following in the footsteps of Dr. Jacob Jack Kevorkian. He kept his studies and opinions to himself until he graduated. A few weeks after his graduation his father came to him with a request. He wanted Sasha to help him get back to his wife. Sasha knew his father loved his mother more than anything on the planet and her death had left him a husk. Agreeing to help Sasha built a machine much like the Mercitron Dr. Kevorkian had created, opting for nitrogen over carbon monoxide. Setting up the machine in the living room of the house he grew up in, Sasha put the mask on his fathers face, kissed the man on his forehead and released the gas. It took less than half a minute for him to die. Suddenly alone in the world, with both his parents dead by suicides he assisted Sasha had only his work to fill his time, dedicating himself to a life of healing. It didn't take long for him to start talking to others about his views on assisted suicide and euthanasia, he even transferred to a hospital in a state that legalized physician assisted suicide for his residency. Receiving his license to practice at 27 Dr. Sasha Volkov committed himself to his work. He did everything he could to heal his patients, but he soon became know for his willingness to bring about a permanent solution to their suffering. At 32, Dr. Volkov was silently stripped of his license to practice and ousted from the medical community when it was discovered he had assisted nearly 300 patients in their self termination over the five year period he held his license. Once free of his career he spent his entire life on, Sasha lost his mind a little. He was only helping those that were tired of being stuck in a life they didn't want anymore and who were to scared to end it alone. He was only helping the people. Deciding that just because he was no longer a doctor didn't mean he couldn't still help those in the worst pain he made his way into the dark underside of society as an illegal practitioner of medicine. He started with the local crime syndicate, helping a low tiered criminal patch up his men when needed, and quickly gain recognition for his skills by the head of the organization. After building up a mound of favors from the big man himself Sasha cashed in his chips and started an underground euthanasia clinic with the backing and protection of the crime boss. With the help of several key resources Sasha was able to create a way for people to contact him without him being found out and answered his true calling to life. The ending of suffering in others. Over the next six years Sasha committed countless murders in the name of saving people from their lives and had taken to altering his body to better match his new profession, leaving him covered from head to foot in tattoos. Sasha received the email from Lucille a week prior. Per usual he had her checked out by his employer to make sure he wasn't entrapping himself. Getting the all clear he had given her a date, time and address to meet with him. The restaurant was owned by his employer and he was familiar with the staff. Walking in through the back door and into the kitchen he was greeted by silent nods and a few hellos from the busy staff. Stepping into the cooler he searched around for a moment before finding what he was looking for. Grabbing one of many pre-made plates of various fruits arranged around a souffle cup filled with hand made whipped cream he carried it out into the dining room. A quick glance over the room revealed several regulars, a few couples, a family in the back and at the his table a lone woman sitting with a glass of white wine. Walking with an air of unwavering confidence he made his way to the table from behind her. Reaching the table he leaned around her shoulder from behind and sat the plate on the table without a sound. With his face by her ear he spoke in a soft voice. I've come for you Lucy. His words held both threat and promise of danger and sensuality. Straightening he stepped to the other side of the table and stood by the chair looking down at her. He wore an outfit that was reminiscent of an old undertaker , a flat, emotionless expression on his tattooed face. Sliding the chair out he sat and looked at her for a moment more before his face started to twitch. A snort of poorly repressed laughter escaped him and a smile broke out across his face. Holding up his hand he shook with silent laughter. Sorry. I am not laughing at you. He said taking in a deep breath to calm himself. Is it to much? He asked looking up at the brim of his hat. The hat I mean, is it to much? He asked taking it off and revealing the shaved and tattooed head beneath it. I thought it fit the bill for our meeting looking like an undertaker and such but I think the hat just makes me look silly. He spoke as though they had known each other for years and were not just meeting for the first time.