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trigger warnings: death & murder

As he was escorted to the police station, his hands behind him in handcuffs, he couldn’t help but smile as he was in the back of the police car.

Kennedy was dead. Peter was dead.

There was nobody else that can corroborate anything that he had to say, and even if the police said they found the mask with his DNA on it, that didn’t really mean anything. He knew from experience that that wouldn’t hold up in court, especially since it’s not the murder weapon nor were any witnesses alive to say otherwise.

As he sat there in the interrogation room, there was a sense of giddiness within him because even though his wrists were in handcuffs, he was still free. Free to say anything, especially now when Kennedy’s letters to her father had outed herself as the killer, leaving him completely scot-free from all of the blame.

How did you know Kennedy O’Neill?

“We’re friends. Who also hook up from time to time. She’d always been really sweet so I literally can’t believe she was actually one of the killers,” Enzo said, letting out a deep breath as he shook his head.

What’s the purpose of the mask?

“It’s nothing. Just something I saw at a store and thought looked sick, so I bought it,” he replied with another shrug, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the two detectives share a look. What the hell was that?

One of the injured in tonight’s event claimed that someone in a mask was responsible for hurting her.

Enzo tried his best to keep his emotions neutral, not showing anything on his face as he tried to go over who he had hurt tonight. Most of them resulted in deaths, but he started to feel a sinking feeling as he realized that rich bitch he hurt might not have died. He racked his brain to remember if he’d seen her die, but with everybody rushing around, he wasn’t completely sure. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Was there a question there?” Enzo asked, eyebrows raised. The perfect image of nonchalance. He’ll figure it out later. He will.

We’re just going to go through the victims one by one now. Standard protocol. Did you know a Jacob Oh?

A distraction tactic. Moving on to another topic to see if he knew anything, and he had to hide his smile this time. While Kennedy had been the one responsible for that, it was still a fond memory because he did not like that math teacher at all. He had just killed Harlow that night of the snowstorm and was walking home when he found a panicked Kennedy near a crashed car. He told himself he’d mind his business, mostly to make sure she’d mind hers and not ask him what he was doing out in the storm by himself, but he couldn’t help it. She looked like such a wounded, little bird, but he could feel that determination inside of her. That darkness that he hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. He wanted her even more then, and so he helped her out. Made sure she knew she could trust him and she did. She trusted him with everything. “My nephew has him for a teacher,” Enzo replied.

What about Vivian Hayes?

“She came into Mike’s one time. Her car was a wreck, I remember that, but we never really talked,” he answered, though his mind was on a different time too. That night when he was in Kennedy’s ear, encouraging her to hurt her supposed best friend. The look in Kennedy’s eyes that night was so... sexy. Watching Vivi try to crawl away that night made him so happy, made it all so... fulfilling. His hands had been resting on Kennedy’s hips, watching with glee as she plunged the knife into Vivi’s abdomen, encouraging her to do it again because she deserved it. How he rushed to bring the blonde back to his apartment to show her just how proud he actually was of her.

What about that newcomer, Harlow Sotheby?

Ah, Enzo remembered that blonde. She came into Nightrest thinking she owned the damn place and when Enzo was at the yacht club to drop off a package, she was there, already aware of his reputation as a drug dealer. He gave her what she wanted, only for her to throw her money in his face, laughing as she walked away with her snooty friends. God, I hate them. I fucking hate all of them. These rich bitches who never had to work a day in their lives who think everybody else is beneath them. Even with all that anger, though, Enzo took his time. Made sure he knew her routine and plans well enough to know that she’d be alone during that snowstorm. That’s when he’d killed her, and dumped her body right outside his place of work because he truly couldn’t care less about her. The snow did the job for him and every time he walked by the spot he dumped her to go to work, Enzo couldn’t help but smile. It was a reminder that rich people who treated people like shit deserved what they got. “I’ve never talked to her,” Enzo replied with a shrug.

Amoni Brown?

For the first time that day, Enzo allowed himself a frown. The fires were something the three of them thought of. A little chaos. Peter starting a fire at a residential home in Stoughton Estates. Kennedy starting a fire at The Stowaway. Him feeling a little chaotic and starting a fire at Mama’s, even though his best friend was working there. He hadn’t expected people to not get out. He hadn’t expected Amoni to be there. It was just a fire, people were supposed to get out. No one was supposed to get hurt, but if there was, Enzo would have wished it hadn’t been Amoni. He had actually liked her, liked talking with her. She was a sweet soul who made the best cheeseburgers and who never really judged him. It was a shame that that was how her life had to end. “We were friends,” Enzo said, his voice low, letting them see for the first time his true emotions, because there is a bit of regret there. She hadn’t been planned, for sure. “She... she didn’t deserve that. Any of that,” he muttered, before sighing deeply.

Where were you during the March Madness game? Were you at Rhee’s?

“Yeah. Yeah, I was. I was mostly there for the drinks and the wings, not so much the game,” Enzo said. He remembered that night so well. How it was just supposed to be him and Kennedy, but Peter made a surprise visit as well. How he had sent a text to Sita so he could get her alone. Stabbing her in the alley. He didn’t really have a problem with her but the itch had started that night and she was easy bait. Plus, she was rich too, and the world wouldn’t really miss her. 

How he killed Pierce in the bathroom after donning the mask, feeling giddy at the sight of him trying to crawl away, as if Enzo hadn’t been there in the bathroom in the first place just for the kill. Laughing at the fact that Kennedy put in a tongue in Kerryn’s mouth. Peter targeting Kat, but ending up killing Brooks instead. Everything about that night had been so funny, given him so much adrenaline. A job well done for all of them. “After it all went down, I just went home. Went to see my sister. She can confirm that herself.”

What about the night of the charity gala?

“I was still there. I didn’t really have a date, but I was there. Anything for Mama’s, right?” He said, which was hilarious since he was the one who burned it down in the first place. That night was still so fresh in his mind. How Peter killed Shadae because he hated her, his own boss. How Enzo had killed Dean, solely because he was with her, but he was another rich person, so it wasn’t really a loss on his end. How Peter ran to kill Aylin, because there could be no witnesses, around the same time Kennedy had gotten her revenge and killed Selin, and Enzo had gone to find Jieun so he could kill her too. He better killed her. Then, one of the worst things that could possibly happen happened. He saw Aranya dead on the deck, and he knew it couldn’t be done by Kennedy, not when he knew she had been busy, which meant one thing. Peter.

Enzo knew what he needed to do but he kept that to himself, allowing Peter to believe that the two of them were okay, that killing Aranya was okay, even let Peter hold onto Mal as Enzo stabbed Mal himself. You didn’t fucking protect her. Those were his only thoughts as he stabbed the man over and over again, until there was silence. Until Peter ended up killing Kennedy, which gave Enzo the perfect chance to kill Peter himself. Stabbed him the same way he stabbed Aranya before dumping his body in the ocean and throwing the knife as far away as he could.

He was done here.

UPDATE: Jieun Park confirmed the mask was the same and Enzo is currently still being held. 

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julesdavis​:

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   —   “i don’t think i’ve ever gone to a gala before,” julia had fun while she was getting ready and she really enjoyed seeing everyone’s outfits though she wasn’t sure if she’d want to attend another one. or maybe it was because the occasion was a dark reminder of how they got here. “actually, i don’t think i’ve been on a yacht even. is this how rich people spend their time? attend fancy events just to throw money at a problem and hope it goes away?” 

“yeah, same. pretty sure the fanciest thing i’ve been to was prom and that was ages ago,” enzo replied with a laugh before he dug into the food. “at least we got some free food and that open bar, right?” he asked after taking a sip from his glass. “pretty sure that’s exactly how rich people spend their time. this is for a good cause, but some of them are still so fucking horrible. i overheard two old dudes bragging about how much they were donating and it turned into them trying to one up each other. idiots,” enzo said, rolling his eyes before showing julia a smile. “you look beautiful, jules.”

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“It’s fine,” Enzo said with a nod of his head as he looked down on his suit. It wasn’t something he was used to wearing at all, but he loved Mama’s, was even the first place he went to after his release, and though he wasn’t able to give much, there was something comforting about knowing people banded together to give back. To help rebuild. “You that journalist dude who’s been snooping around trying to figure out who’s been doing all the killing, right? You got anywhere with your search?” Enzo asked with his eyebrow raised.

closed / @enzohuang location : royal cove yacht club

"Oh, sorry!" Dae backed up, glancing behind him to make sure he wasn't running over anyone else in his haste. "My bad—I didn't even see you there." He looked over the other man's shoulder, trying to see if he could spot whoever it was that he'd been chasing, but no luck. He knew better than to do anything dangerous at the party, but he couldn't manage to turn off his detective-like curiosity. "You okay?"

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Enzo 📲 Ari

Enzo: i still can't believe what happened tbh

Enzo: how have you been?

Enzo: you in the mood for burgers?

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veritycalma​:

closed starter : @enzohuang​ . location : deadlights .

“So, what’s your for tonight?” Vera questioned, bringing a decent smile on her face as she sat across from Enzo. A friendship that always seemed to be up and down. One moment she’s biting his head off and the next, she calling him out to the bar—desperate for the familiar buzz that came along with whatever they drank. “You getting drunk with me? Or are you going to be the DD tonight?” 

“Depends,” Enzo said, smirking as he leaned closer towards Vera. “You letting me take care of you tonight if you’re thinking of getting drunk?” He asked before he leaned back against his seat, letting out a heavy sigh. “Because I will if you want me to. Don’t want anything more happening with more people in this damn town.” Enzo paused. “Past few days have been shitty as hell, huh?” He murmured, his voice low. 

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There’s that one person you’ll never get over no matter how long it’s been.

Avinash Wandre (via quotemadness)

@emiracelik

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Enzo 📲 Emi

Emira: are you for real right now

Emira: delete my number you are the worst human being i have ever met.

Enzo: what???

Enzo: tf

Enzo: is this about the cheating thing

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Enzo 📲 Emi

Emira: because im sick

Emira: and i don't even like basketball

Emira: yeah anyway

Enzo: like actually sick? you keeping yourself hydrated?

Enzo: drinking your meds?

Enzo: resting up?

Enzo: yeah it's a stupid sport tbh

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Enzo 📲 Emi

Emira: no

Emira: i told you to stop messaging me

Enzo: why not?

Enzo: i just wanted to make sure you were okay

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Enzo 📲 Emi

Enzo: you're not here?

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THE HUANG SIBLINGS

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Finley 📲 Enzo

Finley: of all these, enzo

Finley: people are fucking dying and catherine's back to being scared out of her mind and the police being useless fucks

Finley: that they tried to pin those deaths on you and also got your aunt and i fucking worried about you bc what the fuck [ unsent ]

Enzo: don't be fooled. a small part of catherine is enjoying this. you know an exciting news story makes her happier than anything else and she's getting a lot of them

Enzo: but yeah i get it. i'm really fucking tired too

Enzo: sucks that there's nothing we can actually do too so really, we're all just sitting ducks waiting for the next fucked up thing

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jacoboh​:

for @enzohuang​

location: outside wardwell

He’d had his fair share of adults walk into his classroom, wondering why their child wasn’t doing well in what could only be described as one of the more challenging math classes Wardwell had. Jake knew he was a good teacher, but there would always be a few that took a bit longer to grasp certain concepts, and there was only so much he could do on his end. Making his way out of the academy, he finds himself heading in the direction of a prime example. Enzo’s nephew shouldn’t have been put in a high intensity math course to begin with, Jake recommending to both the family and administration that he return to the basics. And of course, one party didn’t like his solution. Enzo just happened to be in the direction of his car, and as much as Jake has always been a nice guy, he wasn’t a pushover. “Excuse me,” he said politely, a long day of work causing him to want nothing more than go home.

After the news about Jacob Oh that rocked the entire town came out, he knew exactly which car belonged to his nephew’s math teacher as soon as he walked up to the boarding school’s parking lot after school hours. Enzo could appreciate a good car, but he still took the liberty of leaning against it as he sized up the younger man once he came into view. The frown on his face was indication enough that he wasn’t happy about something and it was easy to figure out what it was. “How long have you been teaching at Wardwell?” Enzo asked, looking completely unimpressed as he gave Jacob a once over. 

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emiracelik​:

“You care about me? Do you think I’m an idiot?” she asked, tone brimming with annoyance. Emira hated that she’d even been with the man in front of her for a moment, that a year of happiness could be thrown away for a quick fuck. She hated that she’d been led on, especially considering she wasn’t even very much of a relationship person to begin with. “The shop’s great, and so am I.” Half of that was a lie, but a part of her wanted him to feel even an inch of what she’d felt when he hurt her. “I’ve had someone to keep me company the other night,” she commented, stepping towards him. “Her name was… Finley? You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”

“Yes, I care about you, and no, I never thought you were an idiot,” Enzo said, unable to stop himself from feeling some sick level of satisfaction from how annoyed she sounded. This was better than her outwardly ignoring him, at the very least. “I know it sounds like complete bullshit, Emi, but it’s the truth. I’m never going to stop caring about you,” he added, even though his jaw clenched at the name. “Even when you say shit like that,” Enzo said, gritting his teeth before taking a breath. He tried to remind himself that what Emira did with her time now was none of his business, but that didn’t really stop the anger from rising. “Nah, she’s just someone who works for my aunt, that’s all,” he said, the lie easily escaping his lips as he showed his ex-girlfriend a smirk, knowing she probably wanted to get a rise out of him. It was taking everything in him not to give her exactly that. “Did you have fun?” Enzo asked sarcastically.

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aylinxyilmazx​:

“you never know, i might not end up growing attached to it.” she pointed out. but he made a point. a good one. she most likely would end up growing attached to it. and in the end, that wouldn’t be a good thing for her. having to give it back would be hard. but she could deal with it when that day came. “patience. lots of patience when it comes to all of the animals i have. also, a good sense of time management.”  she noted. with the amount of animals she had,  giving them most of her time was a must. “i don’t have all cats. i have a cat, a fennec fox, two ferrets, a sugar glider and a dog.”

“fifty bucks says you will get attached to it,” enzo challenged her, an eyebrow raised. “any particular reason why you decided to take in all of those animals? i have a cat that i feed after dinner outside my place and wouldn’t particularly call my own, since he comes over every night for food and then leaves after, and even that already feels like too much. but also, what the hell is a sugar glider? sounds like a food processing machine.”