And so it ends [closed to Don]

[wantwhatiwant]

Who: Ian and Don
Where: Desert Arena, night time, week 7
What: Ian gets a note from someone who is dead and then is murdered. By a ninja turtle. Because things couldn't get weirder.
Warnings/Notes: Death

Night was just dawning and Ian had just found a place he thought would be sheltered from the wind and the voices that called out to him. That weren't real because they couldn't be real. Because his family wasn't here, so he couldn't possibly be hearing their voices just past where he could see. Nor could he see Mickey, because Mickey had never been in this arena. And Mickey was dead.

He thought he was hallucinating also when he saw the parachute floating to earth, but he wasn't and he dived on it. It was marked with his name, and the other Ian was dead now. So it was for him. Unless there was some other Ian in this arena but he didn't care, he had drank half a bottle of water before he remembered he needed to ration it.

There was a note with it. And after taking just on more mouthful Ian read it, his mouth dropping open slightly. Pontmercy... that was Marius' name. But Marius was dead... How did he have a letter from Marius, and water.

Was this a hallucination too? He looked around, trying to clear his head and then back down at the paper. Still there...

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[polyturtle]

Painful. It hurt.

The medication only did so much for the damage to his legs now, given the type of damage done. And now, he was hearing voices. Well, earlier he did at least. They were people from his past, people who had depended on him, people who had been his family--

He forced the voices away. He had no family. He couldn't, not where he was. Not like this. This was his life now. And he saw his target ahead. There was a vague, strange sweeping sound as he ventured closer, only one thing on his mind.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian heard the sweeping sound and blinked as through the desert came a figure. Not a human, bigger than a human.

In fact it looked more like... a turtle. A giant turtle on two legs.

"What the fuck."

It had to be another hallucination.

[polyturtle]

Actually, it was shorter than an average human. But he was imposing enough to seem taller, doesn't he.

Don doesn't respond. He simply lunged.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian scrambled backwards, grabbing one of his knives, he was not steady enough for the crossbow right now and the turtle was too close.

Not that it was closer it seemed smaller, though no less terrifying and creepily familiar. "Donatello?"

What the... This had to be another hallucination, Ian lashed out, trying to keep the turtle at bay.

[polyturtle]

Don doesn't respond to the name. If it even reached him, if he even acknowledged it, who knew? He had shut out the voices which mocked him. Perhaps he'd shut out all voices then, real or imagined.

And nothing was going to keep him at bay. No. Instead, his hand thrust out, meaning to grab the boy by any means. For what purpose, well, it was probably very obvious.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian was grabbed, by the turtle. That was probably Donatello. Who wasn't real.

He lashed out and continues trying to stab at the hand that grabbed him. Because for a hallucination, it felt real.

[polyturtle]

Oh, he was real. And so what was about to happen next.

The stabbing was thankfully not quite problematic - the kid wasn't exactly doing the best job of actually stabbing him. Especially once his other hand went to close on his neck.

Perhaps he meant to strangle the boy. Or snap his neck. He hadn't decided yet. But maybe he could also stab him, with a knife...

[wantwhatiwant]

He needed to calm down, calm down and actually land a hit. Except in all his training he hadn't quite covered how to stay focused when cartoon characters from your childhood tried to kill you.

The hand came to his neck and he gasped in air, before bringing his hand in, more focused this time, planning to drive the knife into the turtle's hand.

[polyturtle]

An angry grunt came out when the knife at last plunged into his hand. The grip began to loosen and--no. No no, he wasn't letting this go. He would do it. He would kill. But he had to hurry before the pain in his hand became too much and he really did let go.

His other hand now came into play, intent on abruptly twisting the upper part of the boy's neck in the other direction. Like a little twig, snapping in two.

thanks for the thread!

[wantwhatiwant]

He struggled when the other hand came up, twisting the knife, realising what Don was planning a second before it happened but having no way to stop it.

There was a sickening crack and Ian's hand slipped from the knife. A moment later the canon sounded.