King of Nothing (Cato)

[Tom]

ENZO KREARNS

"Says"

Blood. Blood was pouring out of him. The wave of mass destruction had hit moments earlier. Everett and Nemo were already gone doing something else for the day, since their mother and father told them to do something, but Enzo was the unlucky one. Home alone, studying the books of strategy and knowledge on his own. The knowledge absorbing into his brain through his eyes made him feel complete, but luck had something different in mind for him. The wave had torn the house to rubble. Enzo in the building alone. The walls tore themselves and ripped open like a wound on the stomach. Enzo could imagine the blood that'd pour from the wound. The walls had opened wide, the alarms blaring in the background. The boy's body being pushed out through the opening at the front. The water swishing around his body, scratches of rubble as it passes. A shriek of pain from Enzo and then it was dark.

The wave was gone. The damage left done across the land. The death could be seen across the land. Enzo's eyes watched the damage that was left behind. The District Four career laid among the rubble, cut up and bruised. Blood was slowly flowing out of his wounds, but he'd live. Enzo wouldn't go down that easily to anything. His body ached, but he needed to move. Move. His body gave a push and soon enough the Krearns boy was up and moving. The memory of the pain behind him. The rubble was everywhere his eyes could see. The destruction was vast and terrible. The wave had taken out everything in it's way. The blood of the people drenched the land in front of him. The destruction reminding him of the way tributes killing each other. The blood of the twenty three tributes on the arena's ground. The blood of their deaths on each other's hands. The blood of everyone held onto the victor's hands and Enzo could imagine all the blood that would be shed if he was put in himself.

Eyes get caught on an object. The sun shining brightly on the object that was sitting on the top of some rubble. A boat that clearly reminds him of a memory in the past. Years before Enzo could even remember Mason and Jay. A boat that was a piece of his own family tree. A body that once belonged to the ocean to flow freely where it belonged, but the storm has brought it back years later. Enzo's eyes widened as he saw the boat that held Mason's body, the once color filled boat was dull from the years on the ocean. Broken pieces of wood that had splintered off from the boat lay rotting next to it. His body was moving forward. The rubble moving away from his feet as he pushes towards the boat. The world around him feels like it's spinning. The emotions that were hidden behind that one memory of his cousin being sent off in a boat comes falling back down onto the younger Krearns. The air felt hard to breathe as dust began flowing into the air from the rubble on the ground. Lungs pulling in the dust and making the body cough out.

Enzo felt like he was floating. The world was out to get him and break him apart. The feeling of red hot pain flowing through his body as he climbed the pile to reach the goal, the one thing that he needed to make sure was okay. Enzo couldn't fail them. Enzo couldn't fail Jay or Mason, even if he wanted to. This was his past and it needed to be right in the end. Someith, Jay, and Mason may be dead, but their souls were at peace. Mason had to be safe from being interrupted by a tsunami. The boy pushed and pushed his way up, until the world had it in for him. A slip of his feet and that's when he was floating. Mason needed Enzo, but nothing ever went right for him. Enzo was falling and falling fast. The ground was close and he knew what was next.

The impact was much more worse than he had anticipated. A loud crack comes from his lower leg. Pain shifts to it quickly and Enzo screams. Tears that he had never known he had began falling. Enzo had broken something, the snap was a clear give away, but yet he still tried to move. His thoughts flowing quickly to him, "Someith could get to the boat in this condition", but Enzo wasn't Someith. "Jay could get to the boat for sure", but he wasn't Jay. Enzo was his own being and couldn't make it. The Krearns boy knew that. His fist comes down hard and a strangled cry comes from him. Enzo failed and it was his own fault. Anger flowed through his blood and he hated himself for it.

The air felt clouded, yet free. The sky looked so normal for a tsunami that had happened only a while ago. The world hated him and Enzo swore to ripred. All he wanted was for the red hot pain to relax just for a second. His leg felt on fire and it was just painful for him. It felt like hours had already passed. Frustration and anger of the situation before fill him full. Everything was so peaceful, yet Enzo couldn't be like the things around him. Enzo was a hot headed man and all he wanted was to save the one good thing about the Krearns. Peace in the end. The rubble began to move to the side of him. A sign of help to come. Enzo was going to speak out loud and thank his savior, but that's when his eyes saw the one person he didn't need to see. Harbinger Rhodes.

Harbinger was nothing but a mess. A giant compared to Enzo, but an easy target for a knife, yet Someith, the king, couldn't hit him. Harbinger Rhodes was nothing to Enzo. Anger that already was in his system grew even more. Venom spilled from his lips as he spoke, "Out of everyone to find me, it just had to be you, huh?" Harbinger Rhodes had found him in the one way Enzo didn't want anyone to find him. Enzo was showing his weakness to the one person that shouldn't see him His eyes moved from Harbinger to the boat above him and then back to Harbinger. The king of nothing as Enzo would call Harbinger was in front of him. The world was out to get him that day and Enzo couldn't do nothing about it. A glare forming across his face trying to hide the pain of his leg that was clearly broken. Harbinger Rhodes couldn't see his weakness. Enzo Krearns was a failure, but not as much of one as Harbinger was. Peace was never going to come to Enzo Krearns. Enzo Krearns was better. Enzo Krearns was strong. Enzo Krearns was weak. Enzo Krearns is a Krearns.

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Harbinger Rhodes Nineteen | Male | District Eleven

It's hard standing here in district four, but I had to come. I had to return to try to pay a debt for Daria and Someith, but I know nothing could pay for their lives. And it's probably not a good idea for me to even stand in district four because most of them want me dead. Yet I had to come. Perhaps to help mend my own broken heart, but this offers an amazing distraction. It puts me back in a helping mode. It gives me something to do instead of sit at home wishing I was dead. I do wish I was dead, yet when I look into the eyes of Navya the pain goes away, and I remember why I killed. I wanted to see her again. To wrap my arms around her. To hold her and never let go. She's given me so much, and I can't give enough back to her. She's given me a new look on life, and it's time I live it. I survived the games, and now I must survive. I have to live for those we've lost. Crusader, Chloë, Beretta, Kitty, Annora, Daria, Someith, Carrita, Iain. And I know the list will go on and on for the longest period of time, but I won't let it own me. For them I'll live.

But it hasn't been easy walking on the waterlogged ground. My fake leg is more of a hindrance than anything right now, and I keep stumbling through the debris. I don't know how I remain standing because it's so easy to fall over and pretend I don't exist anymore, but my heart still beats, and my lungs still expand despite the many times I've tried to tell them to stop. I sigh silently to myself with each step I take fighting to keep myself afloat when I just want to sink in the muck and vegetation spread across the district. So many buildings and trees and boats and everything district four had to offer. Even in the sea I can see the debris spreading far, and I know the cleanup will take a long time even with all the districts pitching in. But I know the Capitol will push us away leaving the district barren. But nothing matters. We're just a pawn used in the game, and sometimes it makes me angry.

Taking a deep breath, I keep moving forward pushing through the district peeking into broken buildings wondering if anyone is inside, but so far I've found nothing but a lot of alone time I've needed. But it's in that moment I notice something is wrong. I shouldn't have came. I should've walked back to district eleven and never left. But I had to come. Not for me, but for them. I owe them a debt I can't repay. But I keep moving. My eyes open wide looking for any sign of life. Anything to take away the pain lingering inside me. And that's when I see the sun reflecting off a boat stacked high upon a stack of rubble and debris.

I rush towards it as fast as I can knowing one wrong movement could send me crashing towards the ground, but I don't give up. I want to know if anything is inside. Maybe I can find something for Navya, Katelyn, and Kirito. Maybe I can find something to give to my brothers. I just hope nobody is near by. I can hear my feet pounding against the ruined ground, and for a moment I wonder if it's worth it. Yet the moment the pile is in my line of sight, I see someone, and my heart sinks deep into my stomach. And based off the tone of their voice, I can tell they aren't happy to see me. "Out of everyone to find me, it just had to be you huh?"

The male looks a lot like Someith, and my heart breaks even more because I know sorry won't cover it. I can't say anything to repair what I've done. Nothing will bring Someith back. Nothing will. Not even wishing I was dead, and knowing that I killed him hurts. I never asked for this happen. I never asked to be in the games. I never asked to win. But I couldn't just lay down and die. My gaze drops, and I can feel myself falling apart because I don't know what to do, however I find the strength to speak. "For all it's worth, I'm sorry."

Victor of the 71st Hunger Games

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[Tom]

ENZO KREARNS

"Says"

The pain wouldn't ease up. Something was broken in his leg. The Krearns could tell just by the fact that he can't even get up off of his butt to try and attack the one person he hated. Someith may have been a mad man, but he was still family in all sense to him. His father's voice ringing through his head, "Krearns always watch out for their own." Pain shot through his leg as he tried to get up, but the ground felt so much better than the sky. He was leaning against a piece of rubble to be able to watch Harbinger Rhodes rush towards the pile that held the one and only boat that meant so much to his own family. "Krearns always watch out for their own." The phrase rang throughout his head over and over again. Harbinger was too close for comfort. Enzo didn't want to meet the killer like this. Injured and unable to do much. Anger was already flowing through him. Harbinger Rhodes was in district four. Harbinger fucking Rhodes was in his district. The district that hated everything about Harbinger.

Harbinger's words felt too real. Too real with too much emotion for Enzo to handle. "For all it's worth, I'm sorry." comes from Harbinger Rhodes awful mouth. The man who was taller than him by far stood there and all Enzo could do was watch him. His heart thumping erratically at Harbinger. His only thoughts now were, find a weapon Enzo. His eyes scanned around him for something, anything, or even nothing. Glass littered to his side and he reached and reached for the glittering object. His hand holding the piece of broken glass, accidentally cutting himself, but it didn't matter as long as Enzo had a weapon to use against Harbinger Rhodes. The Krearns boy had seen how Harbinger had looked at the boat with curiosity, yet looking as if he wanted it, but no one could have it. It was Mason's boat. Not Harbinger Rhodes to mess with.

Enzo's words felt like a venom and poison ready to consume it's next victim, "Sorry doesn't mean anything at this point Rhodes. Sorry doesn't help the fact that you cut up my cousin. I saw how you looked at Mason's boat... Are you trying to tear apart this family more Rhodes? I didn't take you as an evil guy, but apparently you're just as bad as Celia Mortuus." His blood felt like it was boiling. Enzo Krearns wasn't evil. Enzo Krearns was a good person with good intentions, but Harbinger Rhodes was nothing but a piece of annoying gum upon the bottom of shoe. The piece of glass in his hand felt rough and the blood from his hand poured onto the glimmering substance made from the sands of the beach. His weapon of choice wasn't here, but like the tributes who have had their weapons from anything they could find, glass would have to do for him.

The world felt like it was attacking him. Karma for the evil that Enzo had done to the world before him. Evils that Enzo had made up for in the years that had passed, but nothing would have been just as terrible as this was. His voice felt strong to him and gave him more confidence in himself, "Rhodes, don't even think about moving." The Krearns revealed the piece of glass that he could easily throw like a knife at Harbinger Rhodes. Career training may give him an edge, but Harbinger Rhodes was a victor and had survived fight after fight of the seventy first games, but Enzo had studied everything. Everything he could have studied had been studied. Enzo was ready to kill and face the consequences if needed as long as Mason was safe.

Revenge was something that flowed through Enzo's blood. Revenge for all the crimes Harbinger Rhodes had committed to all of District Four. Enzo wanted to see Harbinger Rhodes suffer just as Enzo had suffered from the seventy first. Enzo had watched Someith, his family, get torn apart by Harbinger Rhodes. Everything about Harbinger Rhodes made him want to do something crazy, something terrible. The glass flew from his hand just like Someith had done with a knife multiple times over. Enzo Krearns wasn't evil. Enzo Krearns wasn't blinded by hatred. Enzo Krearns was a savior to his family. The glass flew through the air at Harbinger, but Enzo didn't want to watch if it would hit or not. His eyes focused onto the boat that held Mason Krearns. A man who was long dead, but still family. "Krearns always watch out for their own, even after death."

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Harbinger Rhodes Nineteen | Male | District Eleven

It doesn’t take long for me to realize being nice won’t work. The way he looks at me, the way he moves, the way he speaks, but I won’t let him destroy what I’ve worked so hard to build. My life hasn’t been all fun in games. Many nights nightmares haunt me, and I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs begging it all to end. In that moment I realize it has ended. I won the games. I came out of the games alive when twenty-three didn’t survive. But I will not be taken for granted. I will not let some ignorant little boy control my life. I came to district four to help. To repay a debt that I can never repay. For Daria. For Someith. I guess some people will never understand what it’s like to walk knowing the horrible things I have done, but I’m alive. I survived, and now I must live.

The moment he calls me Celia Mortuus, I feel my blood boil under my skin. I watched her destroy Carrita’s corpse. I watched her destroy so many people in the games, and I am nothing like her, and I can’t stop the images from flooding my mind, but I will not show a sign of weakness right now. My jaw clenches shut as I look at him. Red spots dance in front of my eyes, and I can feel my hands clenching tighter and tighter, but I have to be the bigger person. I have to just turn around and walk away from it. Perhaps I’ll leave this kid here to die alone with no friends because that’s what he deserves. Celia was vile and cruel. No, I wasn’t trying to tear apart his family. I wasn’t trying to do anything to his family, but maybe now I will.

"Rhodes, don't even think about moving." My eyes narrow as I stare at him watching his every movement, and for a moment I feel like I’ve been thrown back into the arena. I’m done fighting. I’m done trying to fix what can’t be fixed. But I can’t move. I watch as the glass flies from his hand, and I watch it come towards me, and I feel it slice into my skin. Blood seeps from the tiny lacerations dripping silently from my arm before hitting the ground. Everything changes, and I’m fighting for my life once more. A loud, violent roar flies from my mouth filling the air around me. My eyes narrow, and I can feel my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest, and I give him a warning. One last chance to back away. It’s up to him to take it. "I've already killed one Krearns, don't make me kill another."

Victor of the 71st Hunger Games

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[Tom]

ENZO KREARNS

"Says"

Harbinger Rhodes was a frightening man. A man who was taller than Enzo even if Enzo was able to stand, but on the ground Rhodes looked like a giant ready to crush Enzo. A giant whose roar made Enzo's skin boil from anger, yet the blood loss and memories of promises he couldn't keep filling his mind to the point of overflowing with emotion. Emotions pouring from every ounce of his being. Enzo Krearns was already a man with so many problems, but he could see he was wrong then. The anger that he could see on Harbinger Rhodes reminding him of the same anger that drove him to the point of injuring a victor. Their lives intertwined like a branch on the tree. Harbinger's words sent anger throughout his body, yet he didn't want to act on it. Threatening Harbinger Rhodes hadn't been on his plans, but neither was the Tsunami that sent District Four into a mess of problems. Harbinger was nothing but a man who didn't deserve his attention.

Enzo felt lost in his emotions. The thought of acting out on his anger or just letting it go. A response that he wasn't used to deciding on since all of his decisions ended with violence in some sort of way. This situation was different, much different than the times before. This time Enzo was in over his head, either one would die or the other because of Enzo who couldn't back down from a rather unneeded fight. The air felt rough against his skin. The world felt like it was spinning, but he knew that nothing was spinning, except for his brain and emotions. The world was a cruel place that felt like it was wringing Enzo out like an old, worn out rag. Enzo felt worthless, he always had felt that way. Violence was his answer to everything and that just made him sink into a bigger hole in life. "Enzo, violence breaks the family apart." The memory of his little brother's choked breaths haunt him in everything he does. The words stop always come to mind when he thinks of it. stop. stop. stop. "STOP!"

The words that flowed from his lips and into the air in the form of a yell felt painful to him. The pain of the words that haunted him only adding to his pain. "Enzo! Stop it! You don't hit strangers." His mother's voice filling his head as the memory of hitting someone for looking scary as a child, but that violence never left him. It was always inside him, eating away at the only good he has in his life. Nemo wasn't there. Everett wasn't there. It was only Enzo Krearns and Harbinger Rhodes. A silence filled the area as tension grew tighter and tighter. The whole scene was weighing down on his already fragile mind. The wind was the only sound he could hear and that's when Enzo tried to stand. Leaning against the rubble with no pressure on his broken bone.

There were more important matters at hand. Harbinger Rhodes may be a big deal, but family always came first and the boat had more priority than Rhodes did. Enzo spoke quietly with eyes steady on Harbinger Rhodes, "Kill me if you want. I deserve death at this point, but if you do, make sure this boat gets out to sea." His eyes focused on the boat. His breath felt like sandpaper against the cool air of District four. Memories of his family that allows for happiness to reach him, flow through his brain as he leans against the rubble. His bloody hand lays gently at his side letting the blood fall down onto the cold, hard ground. The world wasn't against him in that moment. In that moment, it was Enzo Krearns against the world. A fight that only he could face on his own. One that only he can learn from experience.

Enzo's words came out slowly. Explanation of why the boat meant so much to him came pouring out into the air. "That boat contains a member of my family. He needs us... He needs us to help him back to his resting place. If there is one thing that I learned as a Krearns in my family, it's that family is the most important thing in this fucked up world. And right now, I don't think I could fight you, so if you truly want to kill me just do it. Make it fast. If you don't please help me. Please..." Enzo felt weak to his stomach. The fall may have not just injured just his leg. His chest hurt which could mean anything, but Enzo stood tall. He stood as tall as he could compared to Harbinger Rhodes. His mother and father's words ringing throughout his head, "Enzo, family is the most important thing in the world. Take care of everyone for us while we're gone." The violent boy would do just that. Take care of the family, but to do that he needed to take care of himself first.