MARNI'S STORY

[deadmommy]

                                              marni’s story                                                 

                                                             written by lala

[deadmommy]

repomannumber1:

No… oh god no… that wasn’t possible at all. There was no way that was possible. Marni had survived, but he had seen her die, or at least Nathan thought that he had. Nathan regained control once again mentally and the look in his eyes softened. He almost instantly dropped his blade and moved away from her, thoroughly ashamed of his actions.

“Th-That’s not possible.” He commented, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at her. He didn’t even care to look for any possible cameras before he leaned forward and removed his helmet and looked at her.

“…Marni?”

marni expected the slice of the knife soon after                                                                         she admitted her name. not even her first name,                                                                       but her last. the one she had taken the day she                                                                 married nathan. despite her brave demeanor,                                                                           she flinched at the sound of the blade dropping,                                                                     expecting it to fall into her lower regions and                                                                      not the ground.

that voice, the one that had seemed so familiar                                                                       spoke again. this time much softer, and much more                                                                 fearful.

she choked, unable to talk and instead found comfort                                                             in the wall she had been pressed against. marni’s fingertips                                                     dug into the pavement, inching for some escape out of this                                             nightmare. it was sad that she had to deem it as a nightmare,                                                     but it was.

nathan was a repoman.

nathan worked for rotti largo.

unexpectedly, her mind pushed from all of the horrors of this confrontation and focused on the man before her. the man she had kissed, touched, married. he was standing right before her. she had thought nathan dead. at least, that’s what her former fiancee had her believing. that he had killed himself because of her death, along with the birth of their stillborn daughter.

unable to help herself, marni rushed forward and gripped the fabric on the front of his shoulders, glancing at the leather in her hands. making sure that nathan was real, that all of him was real. the repo suit, his beating heart, everything.

[deadmommy]

i’m online now! replying to those i owe. i’m currently at my employer’s house babysitting for the night. 

[deadmommy]

hopping off to bed! any replies i owe will be done tomorrow! goodnight lovelies.

[deadmommy]

repomannumber1:

He growled slightly as she started listing the possibility of those that his job caused him to slaughter. As if he had never known who he was taking. Any person could be someone else’s Shilo, another man’s Marni, someone like him. The man behind the repoman couldn’t focus on that however, if he did he would never be able to do his work at all. 

Repo was indeed impressed with this woman’s bravery, or stupidity depending upon who you asked. He held back a flinch as she mentioned the orphan children however, that comment hitting personal to him. Since everything had happened all those years ago, Shi may has well of been orphaned. Her mother was gone and her father was now just a shell of the man he used to be. 

He chuckled as she made the comment on what he had said about being slaughter crazy and reached quickly into his side pouch to grab his scalpel, glancing away for a moment but his eyes went slightly wide as he looked back at her and seen the cesarean scar, his breath catching in his throat.

That scar was unmistakable, and memories rushed to his head. The slightly shake from when he was in a panic but still all the precision he was known for as a surgeon. He looked at her, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “Your name… what is it?”

on the day marni reacted to ‘nathan’s’ remedy, she wasn’t afraid of the knife that soon came after. even she knew that it was a risk between her and the baby, and she would much rather he be left with their daughter than with emptiness. it was strange how easily she’s been accepting to death, ever since that incident. marni knew she was going, but never did. and she continued to welcome death with open arms, even now.

“you can’t kill someone who’s already dead.” she chastised, eyes locking with his as her entire body continued to push against the dark alley way wall. the stone was cold, digging slight scrapes into her shoulder blades. not enough to flow blood, but enough to turn red.

“why, so you can write it in your journal? underneath the column ‘childless widows?’ no thanks.” her bitterness didn’t amount to her hatred for repomen. especially toward this one.

"—wallace.”

[deadmommy]

repomannumber1:

The strong Repoman of course would not show how her words were affecting him, but with each time she uttered the word coward it did wound Nathan. It had shocked him when she was brave enough to look him in the eyes, and yet again he had that feeling that he knew her somehow.

But then again, to the former surgeon, turned assassin every face looked familiar. Everywhere he went the guilt of his wife haunted him. There was no way it was her though, he refused to let his mind sway to that possibility. Marni had died, he watched it happen with his own eyes, there was no way to deny it. 

“…I’m no coward,” the assassins voice harsh as he responded. “I work under orders and occasionally go a little slaughter crazy…but what I do is a benefit for this city, a benefit that most people take advantage of.” Admittedly that was all statements he had learned during conditioning himself for the job but he figured that the more he said it the more he could convince himself it was true.

             “benefit for the city? what you’re doing is taking lives from this city.              fathers, uncles, grandfathers. mothers. that isn’t benefiting anyone,              is it?” marni was walking on thin line with this repoman. but, she              strangely felt like she was allowed to. not that he would allow her to                        call him a coward, but the fact he seemed so familiar.

            she raised her chin, higher this time. inching to keep eyes with him.             maybe if she could inch further into the light, marni would be able to             see him better. but, that alone was risky. he already had her pinned                                  against the wall in a firm, strong grip.

            “do you have any idea of how many children you’ve orphaned?”             the guilt trip, it had to work for something. her eyes glinted along his hold,             only to redirect it toward the light. “slaughter crazy, huh?” her lips turned             into a sarcastic chuckle just as she reached down to her shirt, inching at the                                  seem and pulling it up to underneath her breasts

                  what she revealed was a scar, one done with a shaky precision.                                                           a cesarean.

                             her husband’s work, that is. if she were in the same                               situation, her handy work wouldn’t be it’s best either.

                                              “go ahead, slaughter crazy.                                                            do your worst.”

[deadmommy]

                                                 marni’s story                                                 

                                                             written by lala

[deadmommy]

repo-mans-daughter:

    “People…. everyone has a problem        it doesn’t make them freaks.”

She couldn’t believe she was still talking to this woman,  her dad surely would notice her being gone sooner or later.    She was hoping for later.

it was clear to marni that the girl before her had to have gone through some type of trauma. she was young, and even for her age, she seemed mature enough to deal with it.

                     “that’s a lot of hostility for someone just going home.”

                                                          a pause.

                              “i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

[ktlouisetaylor]

[deadmommy]

i’m going to take a nap bc i got like no sleep last night. if i owe you a reply i’ll get to it as soon as i wake up.

[deadmommy]

repomannumber1:

Repo growled as he seen his target run off, knowing it was going to be hard as hell to find them again but to keep Rotti off his tail he would have to. He looked back at her, something about seeming a tiny bit familiar but the Legal Assassin was not about to let Nathan regain control to try and figure why that was. 

He chuckled as she said that, wondering just how long her bravery was going to last. “Oh, you say that now but that tends to change rather fast for most.” Why did he feel like he feel like he knew her from somewhere though? The other brushed the thought from his mind however, after so many years behind the mask, everyone started to look the same.

Despite that he had his helmet on, an amused expression formed on his face as she made the comment on his supposed bravery. He found it an odd term, even in sarcasm to use for a person with his profession. “It’s far easier cleaning blood off of this mask than it is off of skin,” he commented, a disturbing and sick sense of humor in his voice. “Besides the job requires a certain anonymity that other clothing just  can’t provide for us.”

“it’s a coward move.” over the years, marni had graveled to survive. becoming a dealer, watching one poor soul after another dull the pain over a decision that would haunt them forever. personally, dying of whatever failure one was dying would be a better death than being slaughtered like a pig.

a shaky chuckle, which she’d blame the cold on, escaped her mouth. however it didn’t stop her from lifting her chin and looking him right in the eyes.

those eyes, they looked so familiar. the voice, too. it almost felt like a horror filled dream. the sick humor was certainly something new. but, it couldn’t be. none of that was possible. rotti made clear that both her daughter and nathan were done away with after she was removed from the equation.

fool, she scolded herself.

“— then again, what more would someone expect from a coward.”

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[deadmommy]

sassy marni is sassy

[deadmommy]

repo-mans-daughter:

  “I’m not..”  She slowly moved further away from the woman    letting her hands rest on her bag’s strap.         “They aren’t freaks.” Her eyes focused on the woman,                no one was a freak as far as she thought.

               “oh? not freaks? what then, what would                you call them. individuals who was hooked up                on the dirtiest shit you can get your hands on.                liquid extracted from the dead.”

                                            “saints?”

[deadmommy]

repomannumber1:

Repo had been out late working getting what he needed to, not necessarily caring as to what else was occurring but always keeping an eye out on his surroundings. He smirked as he seen yet another one of his targets, and started following behind them, keeping quiet as he moved.

As always there was the occasional mental whimpering from Nate, but the repoman was not about to have his fun interrupted by the goody-two-shoes coward that was Nathan Wallace.

The Repoman frowned as he seen what he could tell was a shadow holding a knife behind him and quickly spun, pinning them against the wall tightly. A low growl erupted from his throat as he looked at her, a dark fury in his eyes. ‘Easy,’ Nate tried to calm his other half down a little before he went blade happy. ‘No need to go for the kill just yet.’

He looked at his would be attacker and smirked under his helmet. “Well well… what do we have here? A little street rat that doesn’t know her place in society.”

               marni wasn’t expecting such a quick reaction. she should have,                     at least those she had battled against before put up less of a fight,                        but she didn’t. in defeat, she allowed her body to go with the                     movements. a grunt escaped her all while her eyes flickered with a                       scorch-like precision. she spared a glance between the two entry                        ways, no one. only the target that had been spared, as of now,                                                          because of her.

                          “you better watch it, this little street rat knows how to bite.”                         she hissed, brows furrowing forward as she moved against his hold.                            this plan went so much better inside her head. maybe, next time,                          she’d bring back up. yeah, back up sounded really good right now

                       though, it was that voice. despite it being drenched with growling                     and cockiness, it sounded too familiar. but, it must have been a trick.                    something that only rotti largo would think of. “if this is the part where i                      beg for you to let me go, it isn’t going to happen.” with that, marni                       gave another push against his hold, determined to rip from his grasp.

                                  “and aren’t you brave. hiding behind a mask,                                              slaughtering innocence day by day.”

[deadmommy]

i’m totally open to answering questions too! anon or non anon. though, anon might be more convenient. questions about marni’s life, her relationships w/ rotti, with nathan, mag.

[deadmommy]

repo-mans-daughter:

“It is.”

“I was on my way home… to my father.”

Even the word ‘mommy’ made her cringe.  No one else talked about her mother     her father hardly even talked about her.

                “ well shouldn’t he be worried sick by now?                 his precious little baby is out and about                                                                                with the freaks. you’re not using, are you? “                                                                              her voice was mocking, it showed in her eyes.