It's not the end of the world now, darling

[sadisticsong]

Characters Death, Ema Skye, Ashley (NPC)
Rating R (violence, gore)
Summary When you don't pay, the Repo Man comes calling...
Location Ema and Ashley's apartment
Date/Time October 2nd, evening
Status complete!

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[repo_victims]

Ashley was sprawled on couch flipping through television channels, glad to have the apartment to herself for once. Natalia worked nights, and Ema was God-knows-where; the brunette wasn't around much these days, and just as well. The less Ashley had to deal with that woman, her monster of a boyfriend, and her freakshow of a drinking buddy, the better.

God, television was boring tonight. Ashley finally settled for an opera re-run starring that Adel Todd person. Todd was entertaining to watch, so it would suffice until her boy-toy called with something more interesting to do.

[sadisticsong]

Oblivious to the depths of the stupidity of the woman he was about to kill, Death slid gloved fingers around the doorknob. A slight turn confirmed that she was placid as the rest of the uncultured masses--it was unlocked, and the repossession would be carried out swiftly.

From inside, he head a familiar set of tones: the leaders of the Gene Co opera troupe. Golden notes flowed, digitized, from his own throat, masquerading as a tragic contralto heroine opposite the now-defunct male lead, who had recently died under mysterious circumstances. Disgusting.

The door flew open with little urging, and the Repo Man swept into the room, carefully aiming a scalpel at the television, its handle falling against the volume up button.

Adel Todd's voice soared through the room, washing over the woman before him, drowning all other noise.

He did not speak. I am the Repo Man. You are in default. Gene Co is exercising its right to reclaim its property.

[repo_victims]

It wasn't until the scalpel hit the television that Ashley realized that the apartment had been entered at all. She scrambled to her feet from her lounging position on the couch, eyes wide as she watched the figure sweep through the room.

Oh shit, the Repo Man. Her past-due bills finally fell into default, and it was time to face the music.

Ashley moved toward the far wall. "I don't want to die! Please, I'll get the money to you first thing tomorrow!" She screamed to be heard over the television, and even then she wasn't sure her words could be understood by the dark figure. "I just need a few hours, and it's only a windpipe! Please!" Already, tears stained black with mascara were running down her face.

[sadisticsong]

From his stage training and other various ventures, Death could clearly read the woman's panicked words on her mascara-tinged lips.

"Disgusting," he murmured, well under the audible range that was being thoroughly dominated by his own singing voice. Such irony, for the woman to be faced with the voice of her killer, the very voice of Death, but to not know it. She would spend her last moments in voiceless, breathless horror, destroyed by her own laziness and a faceless god.

Swiftly, Death crossed the room, scalpel slipping from beneath his tailored jacket sleeve as the fingers of his other hand wound around the woman's throat. The situation was such, in her stressed state, that the blood loss would be devastating, and the cuts would be quick and clean.

Up close, though, he could hear her sobs, the shrill screech of her cries for mercy... And they sickened him. Accept your fate, Death thought, accept the consequences of your actions. Your ruin is your own making. He loosened his grip on the scalpel, allowing it to slip into the

Since Ashley's not really among the living now, we're back to Ema's POV.

[its_snacktime]

Ema could hear the television the instant she stepped out of the stairwell; it was an opera broadcast, from the sounds of it. Well, that was all well and good, except that Ema was already tired and cranky from a combination of a long day at work, her inability to get a hold of Sephiroth to complain about his creepy fuck of a father, and a steadily-growing headache because of a missed Zydrate dose earlier in the day. In other words, Ema was not in the mood for her neighbors to be assholes.

The noise overwhelmed the hallway, but Ema did her best to track it to its source. She was infuriated when she realized it was her own television that was turned up so loudly. It was probably one of the two roommates trying to cover up sex noises.

Fucking wonderful.Ema entered the apartment guns blazing; her name was on the lease, so she was within her legal right to pitch a hissyfit and throw the offending roommate out for the night. "I have fucking had it with you and your bullshit! I can hear the TV all the way