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

Shilo never ate much it was rare for her to have an appetite at all, so Nathan had to monitor her eating habits the way he monitored every other aspect of her life, and he made sure that her meals were balanced and provided her with everything that her body would need to keep itself healthy, along with a handful of supplements on a daily basis. That late afternoon, they sat together at the table and even after seventeen years of it just being the two of them, the room still seemed too big, the table seemed too long, and Shilo looked so terribly small. Even after so long, just the two of them seemed so lonely, though Shilo didn't know any different - for her, it had only ever been the two of them, the concept of other people being around was foreign to her, and Nathan never brought anyone else into the house for fear of the questions it would raise. Shilo chewed half-heartedly on a carrot, and then spat out a bit of it in a manner so unladylike that it made Nathan smile. He picked at his own food with his fork, moving it around on the plate the same finicky way she did - Marni had always playfully scolded him for it, told him he was worse than a kid - but he didn't actually eat much of it. He wasn't hungry, he couldn't think about food because some horrible part of his mind kept pulling him back to the previous night in the alleyway, back to Benjamin. Something about it bothered him he couldn't pinpoint why. Dad? Nathan looked up from his plate, Why don't you ever bring anyone home? she asked, staring down at her food. Why would I need to bring anyone home - I've got you here. he said, and Shilo rolled her eyes - something she had done to him a few times recently, and he was still getting used to it, Anyways, who would I bring home? I don't know friends? Shilo said, and prodded unenthusiastically at a bit of broccoli, and then her eyes shifted up and looked directly at him, Or a woman? Nathan's fork unintentionally slipped from his hand and clattered onto the table it echoed through the huge house, and he gaped at Shilo for a long time before he could muster up the words, Shi, I - Nathan struggled, and then finally spat it out, - I don't have the time. You spend too much time working anyways. Shilo replied, Maybe you should take some time off - meet someone - Nathan felt his stomach twist this was strange - Shilo had never said anything like this before, she'd never been this confrontational. Your mother - Nathan began, but Shiloh was suddenly on her feet, and her chair was on the ground, and she was shouting and bashing her hand onto the table so hard that he winced. Is dead! Shilo shouted, and she gripped her hair so hard that he thought she was going to tear the wig in half, and her voice hit a pitch that Nathan wasn't sure he'd ever heard before, Shilo - She's dead! She's been dead for seventeen years, she's dead but that doesn't mean you need to be! All you do is work! You keep talking about her like you think it's going to bring her back! She's dead! Her lips no longer had colour in them, and Nathan found himself on his feet, scarcely aware of rising. Blood pressure alert. Shi - did you take your medication? Nathan asked, and he watched as Shilo's eyes rolled back into her head, and he barely got around the table in time to catch her. He lifted her small, limp frame up into his arms and headed up the stairs in silence, holding her head to his chest for a long moment before lowering her onto her bed and putting her under the covers. Sitting on the end of her bed, he waited with his face buried in his palms, and he tried to ignore the ugly, familiar sensation creeping up his spine, the one that was telling him to go look at the cellophane-wrapped file that was sitting in the basement, just waiting for him. Killer. Murderer. Assassin. And in the silence of the room, all he could manage to say was Oh god. Because he wanted to go find his next patient. Monster. He wanted to kill.