ilya kingston. / district 9.

You are a boy who never quite learned how to love.

Your parents fought constantly when you were a child, screaming matches that could surely be heard throughout the entirety of Nine. Huge throw-downs over your father’s inability to take money for his services from those even less fortunate than the Kingstons—a family who already struggled to put food on the table and pay for the roof over their head. Despite how huge his heart was, your father never showed you how to use your own, and the constant rumbling in your stomach never taught you to be anything other than selfish because if you weren’t, then you’d go another day without food. But your mother, a hurricane of a woman, sought a better life for her and her children, and it was the Crimsons she thought could provide it.

For a price.

Undying loyalty was all they asked for. That, and a few nicks and scrapes on patients they deemed worthy of such treatment—on people they called enemies. She forced your father to either take the deal or take one last look at his family and say goodbye.

You either choose us, she’d said clutching you and your sister Arya tightly within her grasp, you either choose us and take the job, or we’re leaving. So he did, and the Kingstons became forever intertwined with the Martins.

He spends his days seeing regular patients, those he thinks deserve the gentlest of care free of charge, but at night he is a silent assassin. A loophole. A way out. A clean cut in the name of the Crimsons. You and your siblings never go hungry again, but your father loses a part of himself. That heart that used to control him so much shrivels up and loses it’s compassion with each life he takes, but for the first time in your short life, you’re proud to call yourself a Kingston. You know not his crimes, only the feeling of a full belly and a soft bed. You know nothing of his trials or tribulations, only that he finally starts providing for your family.

You spend the next five years training under him, hoping that one day you’ll take over—hoping that one day you'll ascend. 

What you don’t realize is exactly what taking over will mean.
And who it will force you to become.