Repo Man!

“Micheal—pretty name.” Liera pauses and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a surname, usually, from what I know—and the name of a popular prosthetic company where I come from. I believe I’m distantly related to the owner. So it’s—it’s a family name I suppose.”  He’s not sure why he’s nervous. Perhaps because this man is so pretty? 

Mahogany colored gaze slowly flickers up to the man before him once more—what a beautiful sight! Nearly as beautiful as the man split open before him. “I’m always doing well when I’m doing this job.” His grin is predatory—there’s no need to hide the fact that he is someone dangerous, someone a little unhinged from reality. This man gives off a. . .comforting vibe. “I’m getting called in to work on my days off these days—not that I mind. This is a job to be done with love, after all.” He’s feeling chatty—chattier than usual. “I’m Liera.” He stands to his full height, cradling the container in his arms. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

He’s ripping out the man’s heart when the other approaches—he’s in uniform now, though his mask is cracked and ruined. If it was one of his personal kills he’d be panicked, but this is different. This is just all in a day’s work. “Oh—” His smile is soft & joyful. He is only truly at peace when he is killing. “How do you do?” Eyelashes flutter as he places the heart in a container. Ever so carefully—this is a job done with love! 

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“It’s not your fault.” He’s already moving to lift the man off the pavement. He doesn’t ask for permission. After all, if he’s going to take care of this idiot doctor there’s probably medical equipment inside. “Try not to look at the body.” He can’t shield Tadashi’s eyes while he’s holding him, but a part of him wishes that he could. Some people just aren’t meant to see that kind of gore. Cleaners will come by soon and take care of the body—take care of the mess—and then it’ll be like nothing ever happened. “That’s a nasty head wound. I’ll help you take care of it, if you’d like.” Liera is carrying him back into his office—away from the body and away from the madness. 

“Sorry. . . You just. Looked like someone important to me.” He tries to shake off the strange feeling in his chest. God, he hasn’t felt like he’s had a home in years. Why is the fact that he’s going home to an empty shell of a house so worrying to him now?