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Who| Dr. Grey and Chibiusa [CLOSED]
What| Time for Chibiusa to die.
Where| Ice fields.
When| Beginning of the fourth week.
Warnings| Death. Adorable pink child death. :(

He'd ran. He'd ran away. The scientist has a near permanent grin on his face. Yes, this time things would be very, very different. He pushes on through the snow now, hoping the arena will be so kind as to leave the man to him. Wouldn't that just be wonderful?

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She was hungry. She was hungry and tired and she wanted to go home.

That she'd killed - killed - those men made her sick. She was really a horrible person, who was selfish enough to hurt other people to live. She couldn't believe it. She was ashamed.

And so now, she wandered - stumbled - through the snow, her face stained with tears. She wasn't a killer. She couldn't be. Not like that.

A few yards away from the moon princess, he nearly walks right past her, the wind whipped snow creating a nearly solid white wall between them. But something catches his eye. A bright color where bright colors most definitely do not belong. Pink.

Looking over, he spots the child as she begins to pass him. Hair. The pink was her hair, there within her parka hood. ...How peculiar.

Yes. A cotton candy arena would work to her advantage. Snow? Not so much. And she was hungry, tired, scared...

And she abruptly stops. Someone was nearby. Right? Or was it just hunger and paranoia setting in? By this time, she didn't know, as she stood there, shivering. Perhaps she was just waiting for something to kill her. She'd deserve it, at least.

And Grey would be more than happy to oblige.

Noting that the child doesn't seem to have noticed him yet, he starts to circle around behind her before beginning his approach, hoping the wind will be enough to cover his footsteps.

She didn't hear Gray coming. Her senses weren't what they were, after all. But she still felt frightened, and somehow, her fright of dying overcame her desire to atone for her sins in this place. So she started walking again.

Running was out of the question. The snow was too deep for her to do so effectively.

The scientist's cramp-ons made traveling across the glacier much easier than with boots alone. He follows the pink haired child until he's right behind her. But, well... killing her this way would be rather boring, wouldn't it?

"...You must be a rather resilient child to be alive this late in the arena." He says from directly behind her.

Chibi-Usa quickly turned around at the voice. She stared at him for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes.

Then, she did the next logical thing she could think of. She began to run away.

But old as she may be, Chibi-Usa still has a child's legs and Grey an adult's arms. Plus the length of the harpoon. Laughing at her reaction, he needs only to take one step forward and to thrust the harpoon in her direction to catch up with her.

The harpoon hits its mark. Too well.

Instantly Chibi-Usa is down, a large, gaping, bloody gash in her neck. She flopped around, squeaking in pain as blood gushed onto her clothing, onto the ground around her.

Laughing, he steps forward, placing his booted foot on one of her upper legs to keep her at least somewhat still as he raises the harpoon. A child was too easy. Why had they even placed her in here? Such an easy kill. He brings the harpoon down, down through the center of her small body, easily piercing through her entirely. He feels the tip of it hit the ice beneath.

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