Attack in the night

[wantwhatiwant]

WHO| Ian G, Blaine, Venus (Kurt is also welcome!)
WHAT| Venus kills Ian, other shenanigans happen!
WHEN| Week 4, early morning
WHERE| Near the caves
WARNING| Death

A one person tent was definitely too small for three people so they had been taking turns to keep watch, two people sleeping and a third watching, this way they could be more out in the open and not have to risk being near the jungle and the vines.

So that was exactly what Ian was doing, he didn't have a fire because that was stupid, they barely even needed one to eat since they didn't have much in the way of food. But he was wearing a poncho; one that Blaine had grabbed from the Cornucopia but the freezing storms were frequent enough that being on watch without it was miserable.

The slightest noise made his head perk up and he went for his knife, looking around. It could just be an animal; but this was an Arena, even the animals were pretty deadly if they caught you.

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[celebrityskinned]

If Venus had her head a little more in the game, Ian wouldn't have heard her coming at all. She's been moving through the darkness like a wildcat, clinging to shadows and slipping under low-hanging branches. A vine slinks over her shoulder and she brushes it away as she comes up behind Ian.

She sees the knife. She's unarmed, and yet she isn't deterred. She's taken out people armed with more deadly weapons than a serrated blade before.

She is, however, somewhat nervous. She doesn't feel as if she's made much of an impression this Arena, and dying now would be an underwhelming second run for the last Games' most prolific murderer.

Her hand reaches forward in the dark to wrap around his wrist.

[wantwhatiwant]

He was tense as he looked around, glancing at the tent again. The most important thing was making sure whatever was out there didn't get to Kurt and Blaine before he had chance to wake them, warn them. That was his job at the moment.

He span round a moment too late, his wrist caught but he twisted, trying to break free and stepping closer, knife in hand to try and deflect her trying anything with her own free hand. Eyes sweeping over her, checking for any weapons, watching for what she might do next.

[celebrityskinned]

Damn, not fast enough. Venus lunges and swings her knee up, going for Ian's groin and pushing his knife-hand well out of the way. She tries to bring a fist to his throat to stop him from calling for help.

He's not much younger than her, she can see now. Just a teenager, although he outweighs her, and she figures that makes her sympathetic. She's a girl, and she's hungry and alone, and even the most capable person in the world would be pitiable right now - at least, that's how she hopes the Sponsors see her.

[wantwhatiwant]

You are not best friends with Mandy Milkovich without learning how to block knees to the groin and he twisted around, keeping hold of his knife even as his hand was pushed away. He tried to kick into her knee and stumbled back when his throat was punched.

He gasped for air, feeling sick, but now without his voice even temporarily it was even more important he fought to keep Blaine and Kurt safe.

He darted forwards, kicking out at her, one hand coming to her neck, flat handed towards the side, angled upwards.

His second hand came towards her side, a slash with the dagger.

[celebrityskinned]

Ian's good, for a kid. But Venus is a superhero. She takes the blow aimed for her neck at her shoulder and her hand goes numb to the fingertips, but she dodges the knife. There's a log at knee-height behind her, and she drops a hand behind her and pushes against it enough to aim a two-footed kick at his ankles.

[wantwhatiwant]

His ankles go out from underneath him, but he does his best to turn it into a forward roll. It was a bit shaky though. He came up into a crouch and tried to spring up, to drive her knife upwards into her chest or neck, whichever he reached first.

His throat felt like it wasn't so much on fire now, so he shouted, not looking round. "Run!" Hopefully Blain and Kurt would get the idea and do so.

[celebrityskinned]

She slips away from the knife, though it makes a slight cut on her chin, barely deep enough to bleed. And that's when she knows she has to end it.

She swings a kick at his head with the power to break his neck.

[wantwhatiwant]

He tried to dodge again, lurching upwards and to the side. As a result she didn't hit his head, but his shoulder and there was sickening crack, drowned out by his scream as he flew backwards.

"Shit." He couldn't move and he realised with a moment of panic that he was going to die. Again. He just hoped Blaine and Kurt had heard and got away safely.

He made another noise of pain as he tried to sit, and tried to throw his dagger with his not broken arm, because fuck going down without a decent fight.

The dagger probably got nowhere close.

[celebrityskinned]

The knife goes whizzing off somewhere behind her, and Venus doesn't bother to look for it. That can wait until later. Right now, she has a job to do. She slams a foot down on Ian's chest, pressing him back down into the dirt with all her wait.

"Any last words for your friends?" Venus asks. "I'm a good messenger."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian was strong, but he couldn't move at all as her foot slammed into his chest. "Fuck... you..." He gasped, for last words they weren't the best. He glared at her, "If you hurt them..." Best thing about death not even being permanent, dying threats could be carried out.

[celebrityskinned]

"Tell me what you'll do," she says, leaning in over him, one hand over his shoulder to steady himself. Her lips are parted in some strange approximation of both seduction and snarl, but her eyes are too intelligent for the animalistic attack. She's planning.

She wants them to revive this kid. That means making good TV while he dies.

[wantwhatiwant]

He might have not worked out why she was engaging him in conversation instead of finishing him off, but every moment she was distracted with him was another moment for Blaine and Kurt to escape.

"Hunt... you down... won't... even see me coming."

He gasped for breath, "Won't beat me... again."

[celebrityskinned]

"We'll have to see about that." And she punches him in the nose at a perfect angle to send the cartilage into his brain.

[wantwhatiwant]

He smirked at her words, a smirk which faded as her fist came towards him, he screamed from the pain, but it was cut off a moment later. At least it had been a relatively quick death.