Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal.

[hanssome]

Who| Hans and Rat
What| Hans teaches Rat a valuable life lesson by taking everything he worked for and leaving him to die slowly.
Where| District 12 pavilion, toward the finish line.
When| Toward the end with not much time to spare.
Warnings/Notes| Slow, cruel murders and nastiness.

Dire doesn't even begin to describe the circumstances now. Hans had done well, he'd gotten a sword and put some extra time on the clock. Then he'd suffered a little more. He was injured, but not lethally, he was exhausted and dehydrated. He'd collected quite a few of the trinkets, but somehow he'd stumbled into the pavilion without all of them. The idea of turning back physically pains him, he's bone tired and desperate and not ready to die. With how long they've been here, he knows they can't have much time left, even with so many dead he was sure few had been murders.

He lets a sigh hiss through his teeth before fading as best he can into a more subtle sitting place, waiting for someone to finally make an appearance. An idea is forming in his mind, he's simply banking on another tribute with a little more fortune than he had, temporary as it may be.

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[hanssome]

"I told you I'd make it quick." He muses, watching the machete drop and leaning in to make a grab for it. It has a token tied to the end, useful. He also needs to protect himself from someone pulling the same shenanigans.

There's a momentary leery look before he moves to collect the tokens as quickly and carefully as he can. He wants to make it fast, he feels so common crouching down to gather them.

"Looks like you had every intention of being greedy too." He observes with a small smirk, pulling himself up to stand with the tokens in hand. "Regardless, I really ought to be going or I'll be late to the finish line." He gives him a curt nod, turning to walk in the other direction.

After a bajillion years

[saveswithsong]

The pain was excruciating. After as far as he had come, to go out like this was pathetic. He couldn't do anything to stop Hans from taking all of the tokens.

He knew he was a dead man if he pulled the sword out but maybe if he could just get up... but no. The end of the blade was caught in the wood lining some parts of the walls.

Then it hit him. Time was ticking by. At any moment, the arena would be over. And he would still be alive. They'd said anyone remaining alive at the end or committing suicide would remain dead. They wouldn't come back. As much pain as he was in, fear washed over him tenfold. "No! Come back! Wait!" he screamed after Hans.

"Don't do this to me!" Tears poured down his face. There was no calm control, no separation of his heart from the ugliness around him. Only desperation and the primal scream of someone at their wit's end. The thing he raced away from and fought against all of his life had come for him.

"No! Kill me! Please! Someone! Anyone! Kill me!" If anyone were in the area, he was sure they heard him. Why wasn't anyone coming? Why was he doomed to just disappear?

The gongs began to toll, marking off the final seconds. Any will to fight left him. He closed his eyes. All he could do is wait. "I'm sorry, Shion," he whispered.

When the last gong sounded, his body relaxed all at once. The tears stopped, but the marks in the dirt on his face stood as a testament to what had occurred here.