whatever it takes.

how did project MKHellfire find them?

again, i’m going to try to keep this as short as possible but let’s see how this goes. rey’s backstory is heavily inspired by the movie john wick so pls forgive me for being a nerd. and no, trust me, rey is not baba yaga, i can only wish i was that good of an action writer.

rey was five when it happened. thinking back on it, he came back inside after his cousins refused to play with him outside. at the time he didn’t know why they always chased him off. but it was because he was different than his cousins, wasn’t he? blonde hair and blue eyes and fair skin... why would anyone assume that his mother was native? with her richer skin and thick chestnut brown hair, it was strange to have such a different-looking boy cling to her when they went shopping. so, he watched movies on his overly saturated television. his mom was cooking when it happened. men pounded on the door. his mom told rey to hide. 

before he could, the men broke down the door. his mother fought against them at first, but when they grabbed hold of rey who just had too small legs, she submitted. the last thing he remembers about his mom was her calling out his name before a bag was put over both their heads. 

rey woke up in a large hotel bed in an even larger decorated, shiny room. the windows were open and rey could see nothing but city. he also met mister winston. he introduced himself as the owner of this hotel. rey had the gall to ask where his mother was. mister winston told him his mother unfortunately needed to pay for things that were long overdue.

“like when you need to pay for your candy.” mister winston smiled at rey’s words.

“yes, like when you need to pay for your candy. are you hungry for some breakfast?”

rey learned quickly not to ask about his mother. the hotel workers gave him the same answer. he also learned that the hotel workers would do anything he said and quickly became spoiled and pampered. but above anything, he learned that mister winston was the law. you always listened to mister winston.

as rey grew and he made that hotel room his home, rey discovered many things about the hotel. he learned that criminals, warlords, mercernaries, and discredited military officials made frequent visits to sort out deals and contracts. the hotel was a hub for the underworld, hidden discreetly amongst other clandestine hotel resorts. 

he also discovered his mother’s place in it all. his mother was well-versed in architecture, a collector of blue plans and maps of buildings. she invested herself into her work and soon, made her skills sellable to assassins and mobs to use for any of their contracts and missions through the hotel. she caught a dangerous man’s eye and the fire that sparked was both glorious and painful. and in an attempt to “get out” of such a crime-infested life (rey could only assume it was because of him), she hid. it wasn’t long until she was found and was forced to pay out debts that she had used to try and cut off ties from the hotel, and in extension, the criminal underground.

mister winston told him he didn’t give mercy to those who willingly stepped “into this cesspool, but you, my boy, you were born into it without a choice”. so, instead of rey being cast into the foster system, mister winston adopted him as his own son. 

fast forward to just turned legal: rey is a party animal, a star boy, a boss, and a serial killer. he started training to take contracts as soon as he found out his mother’s fate, quick to learn the how-to’s of assassination. he became a suave businessman, on the good side of many mob bosses. and just like his mother, he became obsessed with knowledge. instead of architecture, it was of... biological weapons.

fast forward once again: rey is in an cia interrogation room, awaiting instructions. he’s handcuffed to his chair. despite the compromising situation, rey feels totally in control. as mister winston walks into the room, a familiar face in a uniform standing guard, rey grins triumphantly.

“mister winston,” he says eagerly, “i can become a god. a god of unimaginable power. a god for the good of the hotel. i can be a god for you, father.”

and so, rey convinces mister winston to let the cia take him into custody. rey gives enough information to deem himself valuable but never enough to put mister winston in a bad situation. rey convinces the cia that he wants out for the good of himself. he wants out so badly that he’s willing to become mkhellfire’s property to do it.

do they get along with their teammates?