Hunger Games Fan Fiction Part 3: Enobaria, Etan, and Eisen

A/N: I do not own The Hunger Games. All characters except for the children (besides Peeta and Katniss' children, as well as Finnick's son who were mentioned in the epilogue or in Mockingjay) belong exclusively to her genius mind.

Wham!

Etan grunted in satisfaction as his arrow hit the dummy square in the chest. He and his brother Eisen had tied the straw filled bundles to a low hanging tree branch and were using them for target practice. Twice more the already pin-cushioned dummies swung with the impact of his arrows. Etan reached back to his quiver and felt around for another shaft. Empty. Growling in dissatisfaction at his misfortune, he shuffled his feet over to where his extra quiver lay on the ground. Gripping it by the lip instead of the strap, he shuffled back.

Always the show off, Etan threw the quiver up in the air, bent on catching the strap in his now empty hand. He missed, and it landed with a resounding thump on his brother's right foot. Arrows spilled everywhere, his brother howling in pain, Etan couldn't help but cackle at the situation. He was rewarded with his brother's thick-soled boot connecting with his.

After the pain faded, Etan, face flushed, eyes flashing, punched his brother in the face, breaking his nose with a crack. "It was an accident you moron!" He screamed. When Eisen recovered, things more or less progressed into a meltdown of fury and punching. Noses were bloodied and eyes blackened, the growls coming out of their mouths sounding less like school boy fighters and more like seasoned warriors with a taste for blood.

It was at this moment that Enobaria decided to look out the window. Low and behold, her offspring were at each other's throats. As always, breaking up a fight rather than joining in was never Enobaria's style, so with the hairs on the back of her neck raised in anger and sheer animal instinct, she grabbed a wide, flat, wooden paddle that hung on a peg on the wall and ran out of the house.

Swinging madly, she lit into any part she could get at, bashing backs, arms, legs, heads, and butts if she could get to them, but still the boys continued to try and get hands around the others' necks.

Finally, after a resounding crack right on Etan's shoulder, he paused his mad attempt to kill his twin and glanced at his mother. The sight was enough to make him recoil. Hands clutching the paddle (which had a bit of blood on it now), arms raised above her head, ready for the next strike, eyes feral and filled with an almost demonic amount of bloodlust, grey hairs springing out of her disheveled bun, filed fangs lining a mouth wide open in a battle cry. It was enough to strike fear into even the most stone-worthy of warriors and murderers.

Etan's pause was enough to give his brother the upper hand and Eisen had him pinned when the mad woman hit him so hard Etan could actually hear the crack of his brother's ribs. Eisen fell off of his brother and lay on the ground gasping for air. Enobaria raised the paddle for another strike on Etan when he cringed and held his hands up to protect himself. She threw the paddle across the yard. "Stop acting like wild animals!" She yelled. "You are human beings! Have some brotherly love or I swear I will kill you both here and now!"

She turned away from them, screaming obscenities at the sky and threatening them whenever she regained the frame of mind to do so. Finally she turned back to them, their faces frozen in wild fear of the fanged woman who birthed them. "I'm shocked you haven't killed each other already!" She yelled. "When I was your age I had more than my fair share of blood on my hands! I'm practically raising careers for all the rage you two have!" She stopped and narrowed her eyes at them. "And not even good ones. Neither one of you would have survived my games."

Eisen was still lying on the ground clutching his ribs, but he too had his eyes locked on his mother while she ranted.

Finally Etan spoke back. "Well obviously, she-beast! I don't even think you're human!" He yelled. She smacked him.

"Well you're half of whatever I am then, and don't even think about saying I'm not your mother! I know I remember forty-eight hours of labor and excruciating pain to push your big fat head out of me, and your brother was no walk in the park either. And for that I get sixteen years of your crap!"

Etan glared at her. "Little monster." She sneered. "Fine. If you two want to act like wild hellions, then you can live like wild hellions. Don't bother coming back inside tonight, the doors will be locked and I'll beat you if I find you inside until I invite you back into my house."

"You can't do that!" Etan exclaimed.

"I can and I will. I own you for two more years, you little devil. Both of you can clean the house when I let you back in. And if I hear any more mouth out of you, I'll send you out in the woods for a week!"

Etan snapped his jaw shut and watched her stalk back into the house and slam the door shut. His mother the hero. Eisen was still moaning faintly, and the welts from the paddle were starting to sting. "Witch." He whispered after her before kicking his brother's boot and picking up his quiver. One of them had to find dinner and it certainly wasn't going to be his duplicate.

Review if you wish to. I hope I've entertained you with these lead in vignettes as much as I've been entertained writing them.