eos delacroix } district 9 || fin

The Church still sits there on the other side of the District, as a reminder of what was. I visit it sometimes, to remind me how I got here. We left and we had nothing. Nothing but the skin on our bones and the clothes on our backs. No money, no food, it seemed as if we were going to die anyway. But it's the reason that we have the Wolf Pack.

It's the reason that people fear the name Delacroix.

Now I walk the streets and can feel the sidelong glances, they know that I'm a Delacroix girl, that I'm one of them.  A smile finds its way onto my face. They used to just know me as one of the Delacroix's, but by now, they should know me by my name. Eos. I was thought to just be one of the innocent girls who got herself caught into the mafia, but they found out how wrong they were. They thought I looked too small to do any damage, but they learned that I'm willing to do anything for my sisters. They found out that I'm not afraid of a little blood. After all, the  code only mentions no killing unless necessary, it mentions nothing about bloodshed.

They found out just how ruthless I can be.

Legs crossed, sitting outside the old Church, its intricate architecture towering over me. The cool breeze washes over me and my eyes shut tight. I imagine the warm blood of our oppressors spilling over my skin, staining my clothes and I feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Taking their lives, putting them in their place. Finally bringing it to an end.

One day, I plan on saving us all.