help i'm alive ;

[powerful]

WHO ;; Cassie Blake & Donatello ( before his death ).
WHAT ;; fight fight fight death fight fight DEATH.
WHEN ;; end of week 5.
WHERE ;; near the ruins.
WARNINGS ;; blood gore murder... you know. it's the hunger games and it's finale week!!!

The tracker in her arm, the pedestal, the minimal explanation of what was happening to her... All swam around in her head. It was dizzying, the changes that had been forced on her in just the last few days. She woke up in a strange place with no recollection of how she got there, with Diana on the road and Adam with the skull and the circle unbound and unbridled, their power wild and no longer entwined with one another. Hadn't she had enough change? But no, no, that wasn't enough. Some stupid cosmic power was laughing at her, she was sure of that.

The story they told her ended in her death. Cassie was scared. She didn't want to die, especially not after all she'd just survived back home. She especially didn't want to die here. But as the days passed, she started to think it was inevitable. She was starving. She'd managed to find a few things to keep herself from actually dying of starvation, of dehydration, but her survival skills weren't great and she was starting to lose hope. She was sick, she could tell she had a fever... She didn't even have a weapon. She was just using limbs broken off from trees to beat things off.

At this point, she was sweating and experiencing several forms of delirium. She was a sitting duck, and she was so cold she thought she'd freeze into an ice cube. To no avail, she'd tried to get some fire going, she'd tried to tap into her magic, but it was... Not exactly gone, just locked away from her. Out of her reach. Hidden from her. She wished she had the skull. Not even her dark magic, her very last survival instinct kicking in, seemed to work. She slumped down next to a tree, panting and exhausted and weak, just watching her surroundings fade in and out as she managed meager amounts of sleep brought on by fatigue.

Not much to do but wait.

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[polyturtle]

Cassie wouldn't have to wait too long. Her killer was nearby, even if Donatello really didn't realize it. He was quite hungry again, and he could sense a wounded animal. Quietly he began to close in, almost purring as he shuffled subtly through the bushes.

[powerful]

Cassie heard the rustling bushes and turned her head slowly toward the sound. She slowed her breathing as much as she could, and squinted to see if she could get a glimpse of anyone or anything. If this was another -- tribute? Is that what they called it? Yeah, that was it. Tribute... If this was one, they would probably kill her. She was in so much pain that she wasn't sure she would mind it so much. "Just make it quick, okay?" she croaked, as loudly as her voice could handle, toward the noises.

Oh hey thar

[polyturtle]

And then it was in front of her, that purr-like growl on its snout as it suddenly appeared. Don stared at her with red eyes, claws flexing in anticipation of the kill.

sup maign

[powerful]

She'd never seen eyes like that before. Not red. She'd seen darkness, real darkness, real evil, but this... And it was a turtle. A walking, snarling turtle. Cassie was absolutely positive she was hallucinating now, because no person could become a turtle. She swallowed, leaned back, and closed her eyes. "Just do it!"

Re: sup maign

[polyturtle]

Well. More like an aligator-turtle cross at this moment. But, Don's not one to argue specifics. Mainly because he is quite hungry. And as she leaned back, he arched back, and instantly lunged his neck forward, jaw snapping towards that succulent-looking torso.

[powerful]

It doesn't matter what it looks like anymore, because her sight is completely whited out the moment the pain hit. Teeth shredded into her and she screamed and cried out in pain, thrashing not out of a desire to make it last longer or to struggle or try to get away, but simply in reaction to how much pain she was feeling. "Stop!" she shrieked, completely out of control of her faculties. She wanted it to be fast. She hoped it would have gone right for the neck. But she couldn't have been that lucky. She felt the surge of rage boiling in her blood that, in any other circumstances, would have saved her - purchased her survival... But with no access to her magic, she was helpless.