amber zhang || district nine || cb || fin

There's exactly three rules that you carry around in your day to day life.

Number one: Don't steal from the poor.

Number two: Don't steal from kids.

Number three: Don't steal from those that could legitimately kill you on the spot.

Morals, common sense, a will to live. Three reasons to three rules to get by as an orphan in Nine that have yet to fail you. And today's target fits none of those categories - some rich fuck grown plump on the limited mercantile business that doesn't have something to do with one gang or another - which of course, means that it profits on corruption and exploitation. Complain what you will about the gangs that rule half of your home, but with each passing year there remain fewer and fewer that exist simply to wreak havoc and invoke chaos wherever they go.

Nah, this is someone you've had tabs on for a while, someone who embodies each of the seven deadly sins somewhere in his corpulent hide, and someone who makes a habit of visiting the same market virtually unaccompanied each and every Saturday without failure.

It's almost too easy, picking his pocket and disappearing back into the crowd.

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You've been told that one day, all of your transgressions will come back and haunt you. After all, everyone can only go so long before they inevitably fuck up, and in your case that one slip up would be more fatal than most.

But for now, you laugh in the face of the inevitable. You're barely eighteen, not even in the prime of your life, and already you've done so much with your shitty lot in life.

The inevitable demise well before your time may be approaching, sure, but you're not worried.

It'll have to catch you first before it can kill you.