Enzo Krearns D4 (DONE)

A slight breeze flies into the room. Book's pages flip as the breeze comes into contact with them. Pages of Hunger Games history flip around. Video tapes of scenes in the games lay in a neat stack next to the desk. A study of sorts made just for a career. A boy sits at the desk reading a book with a title that gives an idea about surviving in the Hunger Games. The dark brown hair is messily laying flatly on his head. Blue eyes that were uncommon in his family shone down into the books absorbing every word. A rather big nose sniffs the smell of old books and breathes with ease. Lips that are rather plump sit up in a smile that resembles an evil smirk. The boyish faced boy still could look menacing in his own way. A smirk on the boy's face as he reads about the final battle between Reyes Moreno and the victor Julian Bryze. A fight between two deadly careers.

The pages feel pleasantly soft on his rather rough hands. His slim, yet toned body rested on the chair. His long arms holding the book steady. His rather long legs kicking softly on the floor. A body built for speed rather than strength. A body that may struggle to hold many of the strength weapons, such as an ax or a war hammer. His body was perfect for the weapon of his choice. Throwing knives. A weapon that is light and yet can be deadly. "A Krearns always masters their skills in combat." It was what his father said to him. His body had been perfected by training for the Hunger Games. A rather intriguing subject for the seventeen year old. His body shape was similar to that of Jay's and Someith's, slim, yet built for speed. A Krearns physical feature that happens. The smirk sits on his face as he continues to read of how Julian Bryze killed Reyes Moreno in the 60th Hunger Games finale.

A middle child whose always been smarter than his brothers. A sly smile always on his face just like he's planning something mischievous, which most of the time, he was. A Krearns who was a cocky career with his knives. A skill that he learned from work and training. Knives were his way of feeling stronger. No one that he knew of had the accuracy that he had from years and years of throwing knives at targets. Images of people who would be standing in front of the targets flash across his mind. A knife in the eye as the girl falls over, blood pooling around her head. A sinister smirk sits on his face as he imagines the choked cries as a blade slits a person's throat. The blood flowing neatly through his fingers. A sinister smirk being the last thing that they see.

The morning of studying had ended. The book of Hunger Games survival tactics put up. Information of games that had happened long before him sits within the confines of the books. The little brother that belonged in his family comes barging in like the boy always does in the mornings. A complaint already sliding from the the older of the two's tongue, "How many times do I have to tell you to knock Nemo?" Nemo's hand went to the back of his neck instantly. Enzo's intense glare reaches Nemo instantly. Intimidation was a skill he learned years ago. A trick that only could be seen and imitated with great confidence. Nemo, the younger brother, just stood still like nothing was happening. A smiles on the younger brother's face as Enzo glared with as much concentration as possible, only to break at the sheer happiness within his brother.

The smile that shattered his intimidating glare stayed around much longer than he had expected. Nemo's mood seemed to break the cold around his heart and warm him up like it always did. The pure innocence of Nemo made him frightful of the future. Nemo was nothing but a lost child to the Krearns. The evil and fun of the world locked away from the younger sibling's vision. Training was the only evil the youngest sibling was allowed to see. Enzo on the other hand had endured all of the evils in the world, including the deaths of Mason, Jay, and Someith. A crushing blow to Mason's skull. The crown on top of his head falling inside of the skull, only to tumble out onto the ground. A bloody and brutal sight for a young Enzo to have observed. Blood bleeding out of multiple spots on Jay's body. Agonizing darkness and painful blows from everyone in the area. Death would ease the pain. Jay's words of sorrows as he bleed out in front of his killer's face. Hate sprung on each word. A hateful and weak death. Then there was Someith, the maniac in the final four. The boy to take out the 'nasties,' only to die by a blow from the victor of District 11, Harbinger Rhodes.

Nemo sprung him out of his thoughts of ways to cause the big hulking guy of muscle into submission and pain. The broken screams of a man who deserved to be dead would be in his dreams of happiness. Nemo's voice was invasive, but comforting, "Big brother! What are you doing?" Enzo just shook his head at his little brother's question. Books littered the room and one was open on the desk. Enzo looked from his brother to his open book and then it clicked for Nemo. Enzo just chuckled at his rather lost brother. Nemo lived in a world of his own and Enzo lived in the real world. The greatness of the world around him being embraced inside of him.

Blood. It had to be shed in their world. Blood soaked the hands that everyone had. Enzo's hands waiting to be soaked in the blood of victory. A blood that the world would remember. Every district had been given blood and taken blood from other districts. A tribute killing the other with a blade or blunt. The blood dripping onto the ground as the district screams in victory. A competition where only the victors win and bathe in the blood of their enemies. Riches and dreams held in their hand waiting for the next batch of weaklings or future victors to come into the picture.

Nemo was already rushing off to another place. Enzo following quietly behind him. The only effort needed was a quicker paced stride towards Nemo. The boy was always getting lost. Enzo was always the one to go find him. It was a real struggled for him. All he wanted to do was study and train, yet he had to babysit his little brother. Everett would take over some days, but was very unreliable to watch anyone. The eldest brother of them, always sneaks out at some point during the day to do ripred knows what. Enzo knew though that Everett was a monster when it came to training. A sense of a lust of some sort would infect his eldest brother's body and takeover his ability to reason and that's why Enzo knew he was better than him.

Everett was the one without reason. Enzo was the perfect man. Then Nemo was the lost boy. The three Krearns boys. The wind was howling around him. His feet marching foward trying to reach his youngest brother. The world around him contorting to his twisted whims. Enzo Krearns was nothing but a career who wanted to fight and win. A career who wanted to see everyone bleed. Blood was the life force of the world and that's why it felt so graceful to rid a body of it. Blood splattering on the ground. Screams of the weaklings falling coming from around him. This was Enzo's favorite idea.

Nemo and Enzo had made their way to the pier, where Enzo worked at gutting fish up to remove all the intestines from them. Fish were weak. Their intestines between his fingers and the power of killing the poor and defenseless creature. Life was like a string and Enzo was made to cut it. It was his duty to cut the strings and watch people die from their blood going dry or their blood spilling out of their bodies. Blood. His favorite thing in the world to see. It was a sign of life and death. A sign that made Enzo feel stronger, especially when it was someone else's blood. His blood began pumping, something normal flowing within his skin, a lust for blood. Enzo was having a bloodlust while watching Nemo.

Nemo's voice always seemed to make Enzo want to protect him. The poor boy was too innoncent for a sixteen year old. "What's your favorite word Enzo?" A random question, that was too simple for Enzo to answer truthfully. Nemo has seen Enzo train before, so what's the worst Enzo could do if he told Nemo what his actual favorite word was. "Blood. It's my favorite word. It's this liquid that provides us with life and it's just fascinating." Nemo just rose an eyebrow at his brother. Enzo just shrugged at him, even though he wanted to explain more, but Nemo didn't need to know. Nemo was safe. Nemo was safe because Enzo would take his place if he ever got reaped. Protection of the bloodshed of the games. Enzo would protect him from it, just so Nemo wouldn't have to end up like Mason with a crushed skull or, Jay with his bloodied body, or Someith with cuts from the 'nasties'.

Enzo heard the sound before the youngest brother even finished talking. A knife in his pocket is revealed as the fish jumps up from the water. A toss at the weak creature, the blade strikes the fish and it's dead in a moment. Enzo just smiling at the corpse of the now dead fish. He scooped up the fish and blade from the water and spoke up, "Think Ma would like this for dinner?" Nemo nods his head and they head off back home to drop off the fish.

The argument had started off from something rather dull for Enzo to have remembered, all he knew was Nemo was being a little baby, which frustrated him to the point of argument. "Nemo, can you even do anything on your own?" The younger brother just glared back at him. A smirk that Enzo got everyday when he felt like being an ass appeared. Nemo's glare grew bigger. The smaller of the two speaks quietly, "Well, at least I live my life and not focus on the stupid Hunger Games like the rest of you." Enzo's lust for blood was rising, but this was Nemo. No harm could happen to his own family. Blood may be what he wants, but he doesn't want to see Nemo's. His hands squeeze together wishing that he could throw a punch at the little brother who was being a brat. Enzo's voice was calm and collected, yet serious, "Nemo, you're such an asshole. You may not understand the games and why we do the things we do, but you need to fuck off or else you may see the side of me you don't want to see." Enzo can tell that Nemo is remembering the last time he got mad, which was an accident, but the memory appears and Nemo flees.

The past seems to flow around Enzo like he's in water. Bubbles of memories fill the area. His breath always being held as he enters one of the worst memories he has. THe day Nemo broke Enzo's barriers and the bloodlust came out of him. Enzo was about fifteen years old and Nemo was fourteen. Nemo was just as innocent if not more than he is now. Nemo had just started realizing how to use his words to crawl under Enzo's skin. The words flowing from NEmo's lips just fueled the fire inside of Enzo. Words that Enzo never wanted to hear from his brother came out of his mouth. Enzo's glare turned into a frown. His hand digging into his pocket and pulling the knife out. An evil grin and a glint in his eyes showing to the younger brother. The older brother lunged at Nemo, but the younger brother was faster and knocked the knife away. The Enzo that was floating through the bubble cringed as the younger Enzo grabbed Nemo by the throat and clenched. Nemo was about to pass out and the regular Enzo screams, younger Enzo finally lets go, crying tears down his face as Nemo gets up. Younger Enzo flees to his room and begins to destroy his room. Items tossed everywhere and Everett appears. The sixteen year old tries to calm Enzo, but Enzo just refuses. Minutes late, Everett leaves and younger Enzo speaks out loud a promise that Enzo can remember clearly, "I won't let anyone hurt you Nemo, not even me..." And with the promise spoken, the bubble pops.

Enzo wakes up in a fright. The memory of Nemo's pale face as he choked him pops into his head. All Enzo wants now is air. Fresh air outside to keep himself steady. A way to hide the pain of a memory that he regrets everything about. The daily nightmare of his life swallowed him up and spit him out like bones of a fish after a bird has eaten it. That's when Nemo came barging into the room. A smile on his face and pulls Enzo out into the world for another day of craziness.

Monday was the regular day for Enzo. Studying on games before and the victors who had won them. Nemo taking him to the pier for a morning of watching the waters and talking, until Enzo had to work for the day cutting the fish up for people to buy and cook. Then it was Enzo's favorite part of the day. Career training.

The training center felt bigger than normal. Enzo had spent the time searching for Nemo before they got there. His words being said before he could say it, "Yes, I get it Enzo. I need to stop wandering off and getting lost. Now lets go inside!" Enzo just smiled at Nemo as he was clearly getting the concept that he didn't want to search for him, even though it helped him with tracking people. Only slightly, but still enough to be worthwhile. Everett had met up with them. The three boys went inside to do their own thing. Knives were Enzo's favorite and he saved it for last. First he wanted to find the kid who was talking all the smack that day.

Enzo loved when people trash talked. He knew them as barkers. They only talk to talk and can't walk tho walk. Enzo always found one. Today it had been a guy who was clearly older than him by a year. Everett's age, which was perfect for Enzo. Everett and Enzo were probably the two best people in the training center. The kid was clearly watching as Enzo came up to him. The older one asking him, "What do you want?" Enzo just smirks at him and asks calmly, " I just want a fight from someone as good as you." The guy begins to gloat about his skills. That's how the two ended up sparring on a mat.

The fight was pathetic to Enzo. The guy may have been bigger than him, but Enzo's slim body allowed him to dodge each charge. Opening after opening Enzo hit the guy. The guy just wouldn't quit though. That's when the bigger guy charged and Enzo flung under the punch and came up with a punch of his own. All of his strength put in it. The guy falls back and blood sprouts from the probably broken nose. And Enzo just feels a rush as he notices the blood. Victory was his and a smirk on his face, an evil glint in his eye. The match was boring to him. Now it was time for knives. His specialty, that he liked to show off with. A smirk as he just threw lazily at the targets.

Then Everett spoke up to Enzo. "Let's show these careers, who the strongest ones are here." Enzo just smirked. Everett stands in front of the target. Arms raised and legs spread. People soon crowd around as Enzo throws with precision. The knifes missing Everett by a couple of inches. His head telling him that he could hit him in the head right now, let the blood of his brother spill across the floor, but Enzo shakes it off as he hears Everett yell down the way, "Closer! I've seen you do better. What? Are you off your game today?" The last comment made Enzo flinch. No one was as good as him. His hand was aching to throw the knife at Everett's face, but he thought better of it. The blade sailed and hit right next to Everett's head. Two more flung swiftly land around Everett's head in a 'U' shape. A smirk and screams from the people in the center. Nemo watches on proudly, yet frighteningly. Enzo just gives a thumbs up to his little brother.

Dinner went better than normal. All the siblings sit and eat quietly. Enzo and Nemo finish first and go prepare for bed. An early rise for both of them, to do their pier jobs. Nemo and Enzo are about to flee to their rooms and Enzo stops for a moment. His arms wrap around Nemo and then he realizes he is holding his breath. After Nemo lets go he speaks softly, "Love you Enzo. Goodnight." Nemo walks off and Enzo lets out a breath and crawls into his bed. A tear falls softly down his face as he speaks quietly, "Love you too... His eyelids drift and he's soon taken to the darkness of the night. Nightmares haunting his night for the rest of his life. The pain of hurting Nemo stuck in his head. I promise to protect you Nemo. I promise.