Everett Krearns D4 (FINISHED)

The ocean waves sprayed the salty air as the cliff broke it's momentum. The water's spray cooling off the man at the top of the cliff. Hair that was brown like the rocky coast he was on. His brown eyes staring out as the waves came crashing inward, making it feel like earth and water were at war. The rather tall boy stood watching the waves crash against the rocks, his rather muscular body shivered in the wet spray of the ocean. His black shirt was off in a second. The cold air hitting his chest and stomach that were toned and built from the career training that he was in. His small stubble of facial hair continued to feel scratchy on his rough hands as he rubbed his face free of the small drops of water.

The hair on top of his head is styled messily up, but he can slowly feel it falling down into his face. His toned chest and stomach are freezing now. The small smirk forms on his lips as his feet move closer and closer to the edge. His brown eyes closing as he's falling forward. His black shirt laying on the ground on the cliff side. The feel of adrenaline pumping through his veins. The wind crashing into his face making the ocean and cliff just two of the factors fighting. His long, toned legs falling behind him. The water was coming closer and closer. The boy knew it would hurt, but it would be a good type of hurt. The boy's clothes were what he wore pretty much all the time. A t-shirt and shorts. That's all he needed. Even in the cold.

The ocean was glistening like a jewel, the spray looking like snow as it was coming upwards. The impact was coming closer. The spray began pelting him like tiny rocks being flown from the ground. His rather toned chest and stomach were beginning to sting from the small drops. His toned legs on the other hand were not getting hurt. His hair now messy flew behind him. Closer, closer, closer. The water was right in front of him and his body submerged into it like a submarine. The feeling of his body cooling off from the adrenaline high. Adrenaline was what he craved, he craved it more than most things. I need more. The boy swam out of the water and began to climb the cliff to jump off it again and again.

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I need more. I need it... NOW! The boy known as Everett sat at the table with his Siblings, Enzo, Nemo, and Lyssa. His parents were both there too, but Everett disliked talking to them because they always were arguing about how to raise their kids. "Dear, we can't just let Everett off with a warning, he needs to be punished." said his father. His mother spoke right after, "He did nothing wrong though? Why should we punish him for something we don't even know he did?" Everett's eyes glazed over at the usual talk of Everett's adrenaline trips. Everett smiled and spoke to his parents finally, "It happened, but I'm okay, so let's not punish me? Deal?" I need to leave. I need more. More. More. MORE! Everett's parents both turned to him and shook their head in annoyance. They were always like that to him. Disappointed, but for some reason, they considered him the most responsible one out of the four children.

"Enzo, stop it. I want my necklace back!" cried Nemo. The oldest of them sighed as he went in to intervene. Everett always was playing mediator with the entire family. They all always argued. The sass with them all was real and Everett had to keep on hi toes with them all. He was more of the nice guy. He didn't like being mean to anyone, but when he had to. "Can you guys just eat dinner once without fighting? I swear I live in a mad house sometimes." Everett said in an annoyed tone. The boy stood up with his plate in hand. Escape! Escape! Escape! Everett was about to make it into the kitchen when Enzo and Nemo stopped him from continuing. They both held out their plates and Everett just sighed in frustration. He grabbed their plates and put them in the sink to be cleaned later.

Sleep was something he needed even though his mind was telling him to go back to the cliff. The cliff was his drug. It was always in the back of his mind. The adrenaline that he got from jumping. It made him feel alive, unlike everything else in the district. Career training didn't even make him feel alive. The bed was warm and cozy and Everett laid in it listening to the ocean waves calming him slowly. The memory of the cliff still in his head as his body felt the lack of adrenaline. A crash was coming now and Everett felt himself calm and then everything went dark.

The next morning came like a blinding light in his face. The sun shone right on his face and Everett felt his body wake up. His mind spoke first, Adrenaline, now. We need it! Everett knew what the voice was. His addiction had it's own voice. Everett listened to it at times, but other times all he could do was ignore it until he could let it feed. The house was empty, Enzo and Nemo probably went to school or to where ever they go. Lyssa, Who knew with her. His parents went to their jobs. His mom went and worked in the townsquare as a helper for some shop. His dad worked as a fisherman in the District 4 ocean. Then there was himself, the Adrenaline Junkie, who was a net maker. It is a weird job for him, if people know about his addiction to Adrenaline they would be even more surprised that he is. Most people who think of someone with an addiction wouldn't be good at things where you had to sit still. But for Everett, the net making was a way for him to keep his addiction at bay.

Everett's morning routine went as followed, He wakes up, brushes his teeth and showers, the he gets dressed, eats breakfast and then leaves. No one sees him for the rest of the day. His family thinks he's working, but truly Everett only goes to work for part of his day. The early part of his day involves work. The blue sky shrouds his addiction in a fake calm, but secretly it's always there. We need it, Everett. Feed us. Everett's pace speeds up slightly. The dock is in his sight. An itch that he doesn't want to itch pulling at him almost all the time. Speed. Strength. Those were the two things that would be described as if someone found about his habit.

The dock finally was where he made it. Nets littered the entire dock. Everett moved towards a small building a bit away from the dock, but close enough to walk to. The small shack-like building held tons of rope that would be used to make nets. String in spools were littered on a shelf higher up. Everett quickly went to work. Sheet bends being made every few meters or so. It was a pattern that soothed Everett more than the actual making of the net. The routine pattern of moving the rope into sheet bends and making sure the measurements are right by using a fake fish to check that it would be caught. Everett's eyes analyzing the amount of rope used and how tight and well a net is made. Everett did this until about noon.

The next stop on his list is what his parents want all of their kids to do. They meet up in the townsquare to all head towards career training. Everett was just coming up to the square when he heard his siblings talking, "Nemo, I swear to ripred, if you keep venturing off on your own, I'm going to get mad." Everett's eyes focus on Nemo and Enzo as he approaches the square. "I'm sorry, Enzo. Everett!" Nemo said as he came charging at Everett. Everett just rolled his eyes at the youngest of them, smiled and ruffled Nemo's hair. Lyssa was right behind him already and they were off to their career training. Each of the Krearns kids thrived in a different thing. Enzo thrived with throwing knives. Nemo thrived at anything non-combat. Everett on the other hand thrived with traps and weapon making. Everett was resourceful in most aspects. Everett always loved career training even if it was something he never truly believed in. The games were horrible and Everett knew it. Feed us Everett. Feed us. Everett shook his head trying to rid the want in his head.

The training area was just up ahead. "I'll race ya, Nemo?" His voice rang out and Nemo took off already. Everett quickly sped up to try and catch Nemo. The freeze air freezing his skin as his feet put up a rather quick pace. A smile formed on his face. Everett and Nemo arrived first in the training area. Nemo went straight for the camouflage, while Everett went straight for the traps. Lyssa and Enzo arrived later and split up doing their own things. Everett loved this part of training. He was on his own with a net and some other supplies making traps that could either catch small game, large game or even a person. Everett just loved the feeling of a successful capture.

The training center was usually not as packed, but that day it was packed. Enzo was showing off his knife throwing skills and a few kids were chattering about Enzo's skills. Everett smirked and had a rather adrenaline filled idea. Everett went up to Enzo and whispered, "I trust you, let's give these guys a real show?" Enzo smirked back at Everett. Everett went and stood in front of target. A trainer came by to watch what Enzo and Everett had planned. The eldest Krearns kid stood calmly in front of the target. He trusted his brother with his life. His adrenaline began to pump as his brother lifted up a knife. His brother was a bit of a show off and threw the knife in the air letting it flip a few times before catching it perfectly. The knife finally went soaring at Everett a few seconds later. The knife missed Everett by a few inches. Everett yelled to Enzo now wanting more adrenaline pumping in his blood, "More Enzo! I've seen you hit closer, are you off your game today?" This caused Enzo to have a flare of anger radiating off of him and Everett smirked in success. Three knives held out in front of Enzo. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. All three knives formed a beautiful "U" shape around his head. Delicious. Everett walked away without a scratch and his addiction was pleased for the moment.

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The room was spinning. Everett had no clue why, but it felt like it was spinning. He landed in his bed with a sudden thud and memories flood his head. Everett had just gotten home from his cliff diving and had family dinner like always. Everett had taken a shower before and seemed perfectly fine, but now Everett was in his room. His head was spinning with memories, good and bad. The room suddenly vanished, Everett was in a blank space. White walls and tiles littered the place. Everett had no idea where he was. A slight crying could be heard from a room at the side of wall. The door frame was opened and Everett quietly stepped inside. The crying was coming from a bundle in the woman's arms. Everett realized who the woman and man were in the room. His parents were in front of him. Much younger than they were in the present day. The mother spoke softly, "How about Everett, dear?" His father looked to his mother and smiled. This was not just a birth, but his own birth. Everett's eyes widened in surprise, but as quick as he came to his birth, he was gone again.

The scene vanished before him, another taking it's place. Everett was on the beach, the waves causing a calming effect to Everett. A voice spoke out in the breeze, "Mom, can we go in the ocean now?" A sigh could be heard from the same direction and Everett saw his own mother and himself at the age of four. His siblings all surrounding their mother. Enzo and Lyssa were around the age of three and Nemo was the age of two. Everett watched as his little self began arguing with his mother. His mother spoke softly, "Why don't Enzo, Lyssa and you go make sandcastles while Nemo gets feed?" Little Everett nodded to his mother and quickly made plans to build the biggest sandcastle yet. Little Enzo waddled around as little Lyssa started to build the bas of the sandcastle, while little Everett went to collect wet sand from the shore side even though mother told him not to.

The water was rushing fast. Everett knew what happened next to little Everett. A rush of water was all it took. Little Everett screamed and the waves took him out to see. This was where Everett gained his adrenaline addiction. Everett almost died out there, but luckily for him... A splash could be heard in the distance that made Everett's skin crawl still to the present day. His mother jumped in after him and saved his life. Everett remembered the way his shivering was after getting out. The scolding he got days later for going too close to the shore.

Everett woke up with a cold sweat. The memory of almost drowning came up ever few months or so. Everett hated, but loved that moment. The feeling of fight or flight kicking in and making him want to either run or fight the waters to live. The feeling of on the brink of either life or death. It was always there nagging at him to feed it. His favorite way to feed it was cliff diving. That's his best way to feed it. Everett loved feeling like he's alive. He's grown used to the feeling of it. Everett gets up and goes to brush his teeth. It was always there in the shadows. An itch that isn't fully itched ever. A cloud of smoke that follows him around all day. A voice, that tells him to feed into it. It would always be there, until the end.