Kaydence O'Hana {District Four}

Kaydence O'Hana {District Four} Jan 4, 2018 1:03:57 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 4, 2018 1:03:57 GMT -5

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Kaydence O'Hana

Twelve yrs old

District Four

Female

The swelling tides viciously intrude upon territory they didn’t belong in. Men, women, and children all scream alike, in pleads for an altercation to this madness. Dry lands, scarcely even licked upon by the likes of rain, welcome the sea’s desire for growth without a fight. There’s no scoring an order to the severities, each aspect pulsing as bad as the next. Would the scarring debris be the worse of them all? The violent waves hungry to swallow all within it’s path? The countless of cries echoing from every direction? For Kaydence at least, it’d surely be the increasing slipperiness of her fingertips upon the sinking light post providing her final solitude to survival; the enhancing weakness of every bone within her frail body, that threatens to release her into the water’s dark abyss. She rattles in an ongoing shiver, desperately clinging to her only chance of continuation as the ocean violently swims around her. Until eventually her exterior crumbles… unexpectedly releasing her into the arms of a Savior.

“Lightning!” She cries for within another misty realm. “Chaos!” Such loudness breaches from such a petite thing, and sure enough within seconds it delivers her requests. Both scatter into the room as if prepared to be the heroes that they constantly are once again. Exhaustion carries the eldest O’Hana daughter, probably returning from a night of ongoing work. Obligations contort the features of Lightning, in preparation of the parenting and employment to come again soon. Both too young to be burdened by such weights as caring for the family upon their shoulders, yet both achieve such with grins across their cheeks. And sure enough they both sit on either side of Kaydence to comfort her past another countless nightmare of the tsunami, without an ounce of complaint upon either of theirs expressions.

“Now, now, what seems to be the matter?” Chaos rhetorically questions, enveloping an arm around the whimpering little Blonde. “Is it the fear of the tickle monsters? Because I swear you seem to laugh more then you scream!” And right on cue both of the older Blondes consume her with tickles until the salty droplets of sadness transfers to tears of joy.

“No, that’s not it.” Lightning comments in a questioning tone as the giggles subside. “Can it be that you look like Chaos? Because I promise you, you’re a lot prettier then her.” Sarcasm flutters from his lips, only to be met with a pillow smack from Chaos in return. “Kidding!” He reassures as more chuckles consume the three of them.

It had been an ongoing joke on how many similarities Kaydence shares with Chaos despite the lack of being blood related. A small button nose marks each of their faces, with freckles gently spotting them. Chubby cheeks rounds both of their features, appearing them to be much younger then they actually are. Slimness frames their bodies alike, though Kaydence scarcely compares to the muscles Chaos had built over the years of being a Career. To the unknown eyes they could be siblings, while within their hearts they truly are.

“Remember what we told you about the tsunami?” Chaos asks in a soothing tone. A nod bobbles Kaydence’s head in memory, though her eyes pierce up to her adopted big Sister in a silent desire to be reminded anyways. “Despite how horrific that disaster was, a new family came from it’s drowned ashes.” The story begins, and pauses for Lightning to take the reigns.

“Horrific parents were taken by the terrifying waves that stole so many innocence. It almost stole the sweetest of them all, a little princess named Kaydence. But two siblings rescued her from the monster who caused the kind sea to act so evil. And together, the three of them, along with their other three O’Hana siblings, forced the beast to release it’s power over the sea.” Lightning’s calming story-time voice consumes the room with the plot, before Chaos takes over once again.

Heavy eyes nearly has the Eldest dozing off in Kaydence’s bed, but she forces herself to continue to story despite. “Because the older O’Hana siblings were such amazing swimmers, they defeated the monster and returned the Ocean back to it’s glorious self. It took a long time for the ocean to retract all of it’s water, and a lot of people were badly hurt by what the monster made the ocean do - but together, the O’Hanas made everything better again.” A yawn pauses the story once more, though Chaos refutes to not finish it. “They took the little Princess into their family, without even knowing she was of royalty, only of the horrid people her Queen and King parents were. But when they made the Princess a O’Hana as well, and found out who she truly was, they all became royalty as well - because of her. Though they never tell anyone of how royal they are, because all that matters is that they are all now together forever - to live happily ever after.” Her head collapses on top of Kaydence’s, and a fake snore whistles from her lips.

“And now we all know, that amazing things come from even the most horrific events.” Lightning concludes with a kiss upon Kaydence’s forehead. “Now I’m going to get our sister to bed. Try to get a little more sleep before school, little one.”

Kaydence’s lips part in a beg for them not to go, but solely silence seeps past her tongue. And without approval, her siblings are traveling out her door with arms locked around each other. A sorrowful scream wisps past Kaydence’s lips, only to find herself mute… until she actually wakes up bawling.

“Lightning! Chaos!” Kaydence begs for them to return, though she knows they won’t within this unpleasantly real reality. Tears flood down her cheeks more rapidly then the tsunami could have ever produced. “Please… please… please, come back.” She pleads for the unattainable.

Tiny feet topple from her bed and onto the cold, unforgiving floor. Sniffles flutter the sole noise within the room. They say she’s a spitting image of Chaos, while within the darkness of Kaydence’s sorrowful isolation it’s hard to believe. Did Chaos ever cry within the haven of her room, where no one could see? Was she tortured by nightmares, despite being as strong as she was? Now that her and Lightning are gone, it’s all questions that’ll never be answered.

Strength radiates from Kaydence whenever she’s not alone. Harshness coils from her lips like a wall of protection. Kindness is reserved for the likes of her siblings that she cares for deeply. Apparently that’s exactly how Chaos was as well. Though rather then being a replica, Kaydence feels to be more of a downgrade from the one so many people compare her to. She’s not nearly as strong as the older Blonde was. She could never be the leader of the O’Hanas, or volunteer herself in a Game to save one of her siblings. Her muscles refuse to grow as big as Chaos’s was, and her internal strength is no different - weak. A grin folds across her face whenever someone says she’s just like her big Sister though, while on the inside she’s weeping on how it couldn’t possibly be true.

Red stained eyes peer into a bathroom mirror, disgusted by the physical comparison to Chaos she’s also often told of to. All of these tittles of being a like, she doesn’t seem deserving of to herself. In a crisis both Chaos and Lightning held up the family mentally as they were born to do. Ever since they left, Kayden solely weeps with the others - not nearly even half as powerful as they once were.

She holds that petite height that Chaos had before being laid within a coffin. Paleness with a tint of pink is no longer shared, as Chaos is now beyond pale beneath the ground. Small feet always had everyone wondering how they could possibly stand on such tiny platforms; and they both have short hands to match. With little picture evidence of what Chaos looked like at her age, Kaydence can only accept others words for it. But Tempest always says that looking at her is like gazing at her twin when they were little.

Steps drag across the hall, towards the door that Tempest now resides in as her bedroom. Before it was Chaos’s, and everything of her’s still remains exactly where it was before she was shipped off to the Capitol. White lights still dangle from her bed frame, purple and grey decorates in every which way upon every which furniture. Even her smell lingers as if she had just left the room, though it’s purely Tempest who sleeps here now… and Kaydence nearly every night.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Tempest questions half-asleep, rhetorically just as Chaos used to do - because as the twins they were, they both always know -or knew- what’s going on. More sniffles and a new stream of tears answer in response from Kaydence; and without a second thought, just like so many times before, Tempest maneuvers over and open the covers to share a spot with the tiny Blonde. “I know, I know. I miss them to.” The Redhead sighs, engulfing the little one within the cradle of her body.

“Why did they leave us?” She wonders aloud, as she does most every night. It always seems to be a repetition that carries the night’s hours, though it’s the old dance that Kaydence wants back. She craves for the old nightmare, and for her Blonde siblings to rush into the room on cue with tickles - but that’ll never happen.

A sorrowful smirk curls across Tempest’s freckled face. Even Kaydence knows she questions the same thing, but that’s never what she replies with. “They didn’t leave us, sweetie. They’re in you, and in me, in Ty, and in Blizzy. It may seem like they left us, and that they’re gone, but they’re not. They’re in all of our hearts. Because O’Hana means family, and family means no one gets left behind… or forgotten.” With those beautiful words, the Redhead plants a kiss upon Kaydence’s forehead just as Lightning always used to. And together they hold each other into the saddened peace of sleep.