serpentino reznik * d2 * fin

S E R P e n T I N O
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R E z n I K

When they decided to make me, nobody gave me some kind of waver to approve of this. Nobody gave me the power to control and form who I am or who I want to be. There was nothing there in this place for nine months to give me the free will to choose who my parents are, I was just... there. And they knew it too. They knew they were going to have a boy and that he would grow up to be a strong and brave man from District Two.

But then I was born and couldn't be happier. Daddy said I was a loud baby, and I almost never got sleep then. Momma never had much time to take care of me as she was too busy preparing to get a second child. I am the oldest of two, and I couldn't be prouder to have a sister like Chiyoko. She has a heart made of brass, nothing can affect her or make tears stream down her eyes. While I can get emotional sometimes, I don't have a heart. Well, maybe I do physically, but mentally I feel like I have been lacking the feeling of love or a gut feeling. I've gotten angry, sad, happy, scared, and even rambunctious before, but emotions about relationships have never been here to comfort me. I've never felt love in my entire life, not even to my family.

But let's get some things straight first. You do not judge me for who I am, or what I decide to do. You do not judge a book by its cover. You judge a book by what they do when nobody is watching them. You judge a person by this also.



Now, after years of training to be a hero for District Two, my hair has went from a light brown now to a black, the light fading into darkness seems to be suiting. My eyes are brown with two rims of black surrounding them. I stand at a fairly tall six feet two inches, taller than my mother by a significant amount, but Daddy is only an inch or two taller. He's done growing, but I still have at least a year, and hopefully that is enough so I can be taller than my father. I weigh as much as him though, coming in at about one hundred and eighty or so pounds. If I grow a bit more, it may be harder to stay that way, but who's honestly going to look at that for the rest of our lives?

My build is nothing different from an average District Two man. I have muscle, but I do not hulk over every else in strength or size. My clean shaven face stays that way, and if hair begins to grow on my face, it'll be eliminated within an hour of when it's spotted.

The of the few things I hate about the outside of myself has to be my voice. It seems like, from my size, it should be deeper, but instead it is light and soft, sometimes rocky and shaken if I get angry, but it can never get deep enough to be considered "having a deep voice".


Stories, stories, and more stories. Father told me plenty of stories about snakes, especially poisonous ones. How when they bite they can infect you and possibly kill you if the venom goes in far enough. Snakes are stealthy and frighten many people. I like this so much that I consider myself a serpent, not only because of my name, but also for the fact that this is who I am on the inside.

I've always been one to put peer pressure onto those who refuse to do what I ask of them. I'll manipulate, blackmail, and tempt them with something that they want. I've always gotten to what I want in life, one way or another. If it's needed for force, then force it what the person shall receive. If I need to shame them, then they will feel bad about themselves for a good day or so.

I don't take these kinds of things lightly. "You cannot resist me forever, y'know..." my voice would call out if one of my "friends" says they don't want to do something I politely ask them to do. If they say no, I get madder... madder... madder until I can't hold it in anymore. Like a snake I'll poison them in several ways. Shame, harassment, pure hate, and giving them a lack of self-confidence is all that is needed for them to do what I ask. Lucky for them, it takes me a while to burst out with anger.

You may think I am a pretty mean person deep down, which I am, but when I'm not trying to get people to do what I say, I'm always the person talking his mouth off, never shutting up, even when necessary. You can't hold a natural extrovert back from saying something when he truly wants to say it. My pride can't hold itself back, either. The sense of power I feel around other people seems to almost be too much for me to hold back.

Long story short, say yes when I want you too and I won't have to step out of my way to make you miserable.




It has been set in stone ever since I was a little boy. My sister would be the mouse trap and I'd be the cat waiting to claw out it's prey. She would always be the one to make the first move, and I'd be the one to finish it off. Our relationship is fairly close even if we do have sibling fights on occasion. I still love her with all of my heart, and I do not believe any snake can slip through the tiny cracks to break us.

The love of tempting people first started also when I was little. I watched the Hunger Games, and all the victors got what they wanted. They got to go home. Now, I was only little and didn't quite understand the fact that the people who "lost" died. However, when the victors came to visit, they seemed so pleased by getting what they wanted... I wanted to get what I want, and I started to demand it. When people would say no, I panicked. I shouted, threw things, and cried, but now that I'm older, I have learned that there are better ways of getting what you want. Now I blackmail, trash talk, even threaten people in order to get what I want.

My family is probably the only group of people that I cannot gather the strength to manipulate. No matter how much I hate the word "no", it can scrape by me if it's family. I love them too much to get angry at them, the snake's fangs do not have to enrage to them, but it's just so tempting to scream and yell and others.

The heart wants what it wants, but everything else inside of me wants something different.