[ti]Finished[/ti]Ingrid Blackthorn || District 2

Ingrid Marie Blackthorn

Basic Information

NICKNAMES: Ing

AGE: Twenty-three

GENDER: Female

RESIDENCE: District 2

OCCUPATION: Healer

SPECIAL INFO: Pervented a terrorist attack in district 10.

FACE CLAIM: Alina Kovalenko

PLAYER ALIAS: Ivy

Freestyle

Four years ago...

I brought the pitcher full of water to the table. My father directing, giving out the plans for the next uprising against the peacekeepers. The location was The Square in the following days they would be discreetly placing bombs and other sorts of things around the square. I listen closely because, after this meeting, my father would likely get drunk and forget most of it by morning. A lot of people in distract 10 looked up to him but none of them actually knew him. He was an abusive drunk. He wasn't always like this. He wasn't when my mother was around. She died from sickness when I was twelve. That's when this all started. My father thinks it was the peacekeepers that poisoned her but no one else got sick. That's when he fell off the deep end. Everything was about the rebellion. Rebellion or beating us. Only Myself and Madeleine. Jon was the prized child, probably because he was just as into this rebellion as our father was. He used to be able to get our father to stop hitting us but he has been missing for three years now. I've come to terms that he's probably dead somewhere.


A sharp burning sensation crossed my face as I was drawn from my thoughts. “The only thing that's keeping you from becoming a keepers whore is us. You need to learn to appreciate everything we do for you.”

My father was drunk already. It didn't take him long. Perhaps he was already drunk. I didn't reply which made him angry. He hit me once more before I stood up, to defend myself. He laughed at my actions, before taking another swig of his drink. “I should have let that. Donerson boy take you instead of stopping him.”

I could feel my blood boiling as I tried to grit my teeth. That boy nearly raped me. “Such a disgusting pig like yourself didn't stop him. Jon stopped him when you failed to protect your own god damn family. And you think for one damn second You get to take credit for Jon, over my dead body. You fat slob”. I had never said such things to my father to bring out some anger from him.

Without hesitation, he started punching me, first in the face, when I covered that, he threw me against the wall repeatedly. Yelling at me about how worthless I was, such a disgrace, and about how I'd only make a good whore for the men. I had heard this all before. Empty threats... probably.

I had grown accustomed to beatings by now. I am nineteen, I could easily leave home and never return. I could never leave Madeleine here with this monster. I took most of the beatings, really tired him out so he'd be too exhausted to beat her. Sometimes it worked.

“Maybe I'll let the men have their way with Madeleine. She's old enough now.”

I harshly pushed him away. “You or any of those disgusting men touch her. I will kill you.” I spat blood in his face. He had a mixture of disgust and almost enjoyment on his face as he slammed my head into the wall once more before laughing away. “As if you could. Such a weak girl.” I fell to the ground and he kicked me a few times before growing bored of that.

This was one of the less physical beatings surprising.

I couldn't take threats lightly about my sister. The only family I had left. It was my duty as her elder sister, to protect her. It was my job to save her from this life. This was not a life to live. She couldn't bear to watch her sister grow up to be nothing but basically a punching bag for him. To anyone. She deserved better. I... deserve better.

I slowly gathered myself up from the ground. I managed to shuffle myself out of the house, holding my side and covering my mouth. The bleeding in my mouth slowed its pace with the pressure of my hand on it.

It was late and raining but I knew where I had to go and what I had to do. I had to protect my family.

Tensions were high in District 10, there hasn't been an outright attack with the rebellion just yet in the district but it was clear that a lot of the district was against the capital. I was growing tired, and weaker with each step. I had been walking for what seemed like an hour, I was shivering at this point, I wasn't going to make it to the justice building in this condition. If I didn't do this now, I would never have to courage to do this again.

That faithful noise I heard, the cocking of a gun behind me. Tears started to form in my eyes. “Halt Citizen.” I slowly turned around and raised my hands to show I was no arm. When I finally faced him, faced me, his little light on his helmet pointed at my face causing me to squint a little. I could just barely hear him say 'Jesus christ' under his breath. “Curfew was four hours ago. Where do you think you are headed.”

“Deal” I stuttered.

“deal?” he questioned.

“My sister.” I was shivering so much it was hard to make complete sentences, not to mention the pain and agony I was in. “I...save us.... deal.” I managed to get out. He moved closer as his visor rose. He talked in a very hushed voice now. “I...In..Information.” I stuttered once more as I attempted to avoid his gaze. His index finger gently rested under my chin, pulling my face to look at him. “I got you.”

Tears started to stream down my face as my lip quivered as I started to weep. I have not wept like this since I learned of Jon's death or my mothers passing.

This man helped me make it to the Justice Building to where I was given medical treatment, but not enough to fully fix me. I understood why they didn't want to waste resources on something that may or may not be true.

I was placed in an office for a long time. I was given a blanket to keep warm, however, which was very nice of them. After some time. A man and a woman walked in and took a seat across from me. “Miss Blackthorn, I believe you wanted to make a deal is that correct?” the woman started. I simply nodded as the man slid a piece of paper towards me.

I took it in my hands. It was some sort of contract. “Please understand, once you sign this and release the information to us, We will hold true to the deal. I hope you understand. We have to protect our people as well.” the woman continued.

I read the contract. Long story short, it basically said if the information I gave them turned to be false, they would, in turn, place me into a work camp. However, if the information was true, My sister and I would be extracted from this district, placed into a district of my choosing and set up in a home and depending on the magnitude of the information. Could be hailed as some sort of hero.

Without saying a word. I grabbed the closest pen and in my best penmanship I signed my name and slowly slid the paper back to them. “My father, William Blackthorn and the group of rebels that follow in his step plan to place several bombs in the square. If you provide me a map I will be able to tell you exactly where they will be located as to where the rebels will attempt to jump small groups of peacekeepers. They also discussed a larger attack on the Justice Building but I'm sure if you catch them before then, that won't happen.” there was no emotion in my voice. I felt nothing for that man anymore.

The man reached and hit a button. “please bring a map of the square and surrounding areas to my office.” it was a few moments before someone rolled in a bulletin board with the map on it. It was the exact same map as the map that was on the table at home and the man who had rolled it in was also there that night.

I stared blankly, I recognized him instantly. I wasn't sure if he recognized me or not but he places the bulletin board in the room before leaving quietly and shutting the door behind him.

“That man is a rebel. You want to stop him before he leaves the building.” I said before walking to the map.

The man hit the same button once more. “Please escort Mr. Donerson to room 5B for questioning with several keepers with him.”

the woman stood up to move closer to the map, for a better view. I grabbed a marker and ex-'d several locations around the square and proceeded to circle a couple alleyways. “exes are bombs. Circles are jump spots.” I drew an arrow from the west side of the map pointing towards the east. “that's the directed they will be coming from. Because if I remember correctly, they were meeting at my old home and coming from that direction.” I explained.

The woman rested her hand on her chin and nodded. “what time is it?” I asked. “eight in the morning.” the man replied as he stood to move to the map as well. “They plan this to go down sometime between noon and two in the afternoon, “ I added as I took a seat.

My heart was suddenly very heavy. I just sold about twenty to twenty-five people out. One of them being my own blood. What was done is done, however. I will have to live with this for the rest of my life.

I was escorted to another room as they began preparing.

“you look better than last night.” I turned to see a peacekeeper enter the room. I chuckled lightly. His visor was down but his voice was not familiar. I could only guess, he was one of the several peacekeepers that saw me come in last night. “you should see me at my best if you think this is good.” I joked, trying to make light of the situation. I moved towards the window that looked down at the square. Peacekeepers were rushing around, several bringing people to the square and tying them down. “should I be feeling anything?” I asked myself out loud. My eye's watched as my father struggled to get away from the peacekeepers but failing.

He must have moved to the window as well. To look over it all. I could only guess he wanted to be down there taking care of rebel scum but was stuck with babysitting duty.

“do you?”

“I don't.”

there was a very long silence before I felt him touch my shoulder so gently. His gloved hand pulled up the blanket that was given to me hours before. We stood there. In silence just watching them be collected like cockroaches.

I watched as two peacekeepers escorted my sister into the building. A few minutes after she entered, they started executing them one at a time.

I, Ingrid Marie Blackthorn caused twenty-three men to die. I felt nothing for these men. I watched every one of them be shot dead. I almost enjoyed watching my father die.

My sister will never know the truth about what I've done.