Bebi RP

IGN: Duli Bediz - Atlantis - Bebi

Marcof Dublin grudgingly wiped his knife, tired of cleaning. It was the fourth time this week he had to clean a stain off this knife, and all because the fat mug couldn't handle a little bit of information about the situation. He polished the steel knife carefully, then stood up and placed his back against the door to the room, his feet against the wall. The men had begun to charge in, and he knew he wouldn't be able to kill all of them. They banged on the door for about 20 minutes, yelling their comrade's name, trying desperately to unlock the door, but they had not expected Marcof's immense strength. They soon gave up, clearing out, but Marcof could still sense the presence of one or two, most likely to watch if he decided to open the door.
	But he would not. He carefully removed himself from his position on the door, making sure it was still locked, then moved to the fat man's body. He stuck his hand into the man's torso, fumbling around until he could find his heart. Pulling it out carefully so it wasn't cut on any of the bones, he placed it on the carpet. He grinned, then balled his fists and smashed the heart carefully and to as tiny of pieces as possible without alerting the men who still stood outside. He ate the flesh slowly, savoring it. This body's strength came from consuming human flesh and blood, but as Marcof was a man of delicacies, he did not want to just mindlessly rip the man apart. He had even offered to only take 2 of his limbs before he began begging to be let free. Wiping his mouth, he felt his body bulging and bulking up. He let out a breath, filling the room with the stench of decaying human flesh. Walking up to the door again, he ripped it open, surprising the man who had been leaning against it in an attempt to take a nap. The man fell towards the ground where Marcof kicked him back into the air, crushing his spine on the ceiling. The other man who had stayed behind had already began to make a run for it down the apartment hallway, but Marcof squatted down then pushed off all in a swift movement, his body moving almost as fast as a bullet as he tore through the frame of the man running, and burst through the wall of the apartment out into the street below.
	Outside it had begun raining, and the rain began to wash all the blood that clung to Marcof's body out onto the street. He grinned, looking back at the apartment he had fallen out of and seeing the men begin to rush back in after hearing the commotion he had caused. He waited for 5 minutes, then approached one of the cars they had left behind, broke open the window, and opened the car. In a matter of 2 more minutes, he had hotwired the car, started the ignition, and slowly began cruising away from the scene just as the men began pouring back out in search of him. He chuckled. It probably wasn't a smart decision to make the Durex group angry, but the smell that the fat man had produced was so appetizing. And, since no one knew who he truly was, they could never harm him. He was untouchable.
	But he was prepared to touch everyone else to get what he wanted. (Probably a bad ending line to that rp, but couldn't think of another one.)