Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

He left the alleyway and didn't look back he wasn't sure he would be able to take it right then, so he walked at a careful pace through some twisting side alleys, trying to get his mind back on track. He couldn't be distracted by this - he had another long night ahead of him, and though he was wide awake now - partly from his own mortification - he still felt completely drained. And by the looks of it, he would have many nights like this one ahead of him killing people wasn't easy work, there was a reason serial killers only did it once in a while, after all. It probably lost its fun for them if they did it too often. But right then, all Nathan felt was guilt, and it was gnawing at him the way that his very first kill had - not Marni, that was a separate hell in itself, but the first kill that GeneCo had forced him to do in order to keep his secret. So Nathan stopped walking, he paused in a back alley, leaning his head against the brick wall, the lens on his mask flashing under the dim street lights, and he closed his eyes, but even then he could see the girl's big brown eyes, and how much they looked like Shilo's. His mind was swimming from the pain of it, and his head and neck ached vaguely from the exhaustion he put his head in his hands for a moment, and briefly considered removing the mask so the night air could touch his skin, but he reconsidered it. No, it was best to keep moving, to get to the next target and get it done fast - anything he didn't finish that night would creep into the next, and he could end up with an endless list. Thinking about Shilo helped remembering that she was safe in her bed, knowing she was protected, that was enough. So he kept going. Peter Mendez. GeneCo property for reposession heart and kidneys. He found Mendez outside of the store he owned, smoking a cigar, and for the second time that night, Nathan had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating - but no such luck. It turned out that the picture on the file didn't do him any justice, because Mendez was roughly six-foot-five and built of solid muscle, a man with a wide jaw, handlebar moustache, and fists the size of a normal human's head. Repo ran his tongue over his teeth, and he didn't show any of the hesitation he'd had with Summers - no, this was the same stride that came with all of the other kills, the hard-stepping gait Mendez saw him, froze for an instant, and then turned to face him, one predator to another. There were no words Mendez knew what was happening, and he knew why, and it became apparent that he had forseen it because he was armed, and Repo had to duck and roll to avoid the knife that was swung at his neck. He came up again at Mendez's side, and he jammed his knife into the man's thigh, a motion that should have put anyone down, but only seemed to irritate him, because Mendez swung the knife a second time, and clipped the Repo Man across the arm before the blade could be avoided. He dropped again to avoid a third swing, and tugged his knife back out of Mendez's leg the wound immediately began to gush, soaking the entire leg and part of the Repo Man's uniform in seconds, but Mendez had the pain tolerance and the adrenaline to grab hold of Repo and bodily toss him, sending dust and dirt flying up around him. Immediately, Mendez began to walk towards the Repo Man, but finally seemed to realize the extent of his injury as his leg gave out beneath him, the severed thigh muscle refusing to carry him. Forcing himself to his feet, the Repo Man approached with a swift and eerie grace, and with Mendez on his knees, he was able to access the man's throat - it only took two swings of the blade, one on each side of the throat, the two cuts meeting up at the centre and making Mendez into an organic fountain, his throat jettisoning blood. And when he crumpled to the ground, the Repo Man straddled Mendez's barrel chest and began to cut, pausing only once when his own injury protested. The work went quickly, but the effort involved was greater than with any normal sized person the muscles were thicker and tougher to cut through, and the ribcage was a struggle, to the point where he had to brace his feet against one side to crack it open so he could access the chest cavity. When he had the body opened up, he snipped out the heart and removed the kidneys, wrapping them for delivery.