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justpromptsChanging who you are.
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thenightsurgeonDescribe a time where you hid from someone or disguised whom you really were.
Ed Note: Spoilers ahoy!
So why care for these petty obsessions?
Your designer heart still beats with common blood!
And what if you could have Genetic. Perfection?
Would you change who you are-
If you could?
It's ironic that what he remembers the most vividly is perhaps (in the grand scheme of things) the least important detail to note.
Rotti had brought a nurse (The old man was starting to travel with companions like that.) Between the Coroner and the cops the world had risen to a steady din Nathan was hearing just outside a glass window made of his own isolation. He'd killed.
He'd saved!
He'd killed her.
But he'd saved her!
"Give her to me-"
Shilo is still red, squalling and screaming-hands and fists beating at the air desperately like a trapped bird, a drowning man in a well.
"No."
"Come on now-" she had blankets, vaccinations, all the things an infant needed, "...Just let her go..."
Her fingers started to slip around his hands and he was suddenly shoving her off and away-back into a hurried crowd of CSI technicans marveling at Marni's corpse.
"Nathan! Jesus-Nathan!"
There are restraints on his arms made of hands, grasping and crawling restraints and he roars like a caged animal, a beaten lion. Marni's name over and over again reaching for the last link to her walking away from him like she'd never existed.
And in the end the things we love always leave us, the true realization of who we are as people is when we accept that and let them go because they will return.
And rationality has no place here.
His mind snaps.
"No!".
One. Final. Animal. Cry.
-------------------
He has never been the same.
It's part of his plea bargain with the courts. Rotti orchestrates it. Repo-Men, nine times out of ten, are criminals. Nathan wonders where he made that leap-staring at his hands in the dark after signing his life away-staring at his helmet, his tools-all GeneCo Property.
Two days after that he is ordered into surgery. He'd shunned and despised it but all Repo-Men have superior hearts and lungs as opposed to the rest of humanity.
"That's because we're superior people." Rotti says, "Here at GeneCo."
This is news to me. "Of course sir."
--------------------
You didn't know did you.
In his dreams his failures always look like her-standing there with blood on her front large with child-eyes cold.
....That It'd kill you? He moans, Marni, Marni please I didn't mean to-you have to believe that I didn't mean to-
She steps close, loving, gentle, only to deliver a stinging slap that leaves blood on his cheek.
You great vainglorious fool. You plebian, you liar any doctor worth their salt knows how to kill.
Her betrayal, however fictional, hurts more then any wound. Reaching forward, he grabs her by the throat and she's suddenly gasping for air-writhing-let the bitch die, let the child die, fuck her, he did his best-he did his best HE. DID. HIS. BEST.
Is this how you like it Nathan? She smiles, How long have you been lying to yourself?
Truth is bitter, cold and greasy and when he roars like the monster that he is, mutated beyond recognition somewhere angels in heaven weep. The potential of men, poets and killers of the highest caliber.
If we're honest with ourselves about it.
Ed Note: Spoilers ahoy!
So why care for these petty obsessions?
Your designer heart still beats with common blood!
And what if you could have Genetic. Perfection?
Would you change who you are-
If you could?
It's ironic that what he remembers the most vividly is perhaps (in the grand scheme of things) the least important detail to note.
Rotti had brought a nurse (The old man was starting to travel with companions like that.) Between the Coroner and the cops the world had risen to a steady din Nathan was hearing just outside a glass window made of his own isolation. He'd killed.
He'd saved!
He'd killed her.
But he'd saved her!
"Give her to me-"
Shilo is still red, squalling and screaming-hands and fists beating at the air desperately like a trapped bird, a drowning man in a well.
"No."
"Come on now-" she had blankets, vaccinations, all the things an infant needed, "...Just let her go..."
Her fingers started to slip around his hands and he was suddenly shoving her off and away-back into a hurried crowd of CSI technicans marveling at Marni's corpse.
"Nathan! Jesus-Nathan!"
There are restraints on his arms made of hands, grasping and crawling restraints and he roars like a caged animal, a beaten lion. Marni's name over and over again reaching for the last link to her walking away from him like she'd never existed.
And in the end the things we love always leave us, the true realization of who we are as people is when we accept that and let them go because they will return.
And rationality has no place here.
His mind snaps.
"No!".
One. Final. Animal. Cry.
-------------------
He has never been the same.
It's part of his plea bargain with the courts. Rotti orchestrates it. Repo-Men, nine times out of ten, are criminals. Nathan wonders where he made that leap-staring at his hands in the dark after signing his life away-staring at his helmet, his tools-all GeneCo Property.
Two days after that he is ordered into surgery. He'd shunned and despised it but all Repo-Men have superior hearts and lungs as opposed to the rest of humanity.
"That's because we're superior people." Rotti says, "Here at GeneCo."
This is news to me. "Of course sir."
--------------------
You didn't know did you.
In his dreams his failures always look like her-standing there with blood on her front large with child-eyes cold.
....That It'd kill you? He moans, Marni, Marni please I didn't mean to-you have to believe that I didn't mean to-
She steps close, loving, gentle, only to deliver a stinging slap that leaves blood on his cheek.
You great vainglorious fool. You plebian, you liar any doctor worth their salt knows how to kill.
Her betrayal, however fictional, hurts more then any wound. Reaching forward, he grabs her by the throat and she's suddenly gasping for air-writhing-let the bitch die, let the child die, fuck her, he did his best-he did his best HE. DID. HIS. BEST.
Is this how you like it Nathan? She smiles, How long have you been lying to yourself?
Truth is bitter, cold and greasy and when he roars like the monster that he is, mutated beyond recognition somewhere angels in heaven weep. The potential of men, poets and killers of the highest caliber.
If we're honest with ourselves about it.
