The scientist in the arena with the lead piping [closed]

[splendid_roman]

Who| Ian and Tony
What| Tony's death
Where| Off main Street
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Death by Cluedo bludgeoning with a blunt object

Ian had thought he'd been doing pretty well. He'd not got himself killed and only got in fights with monsters. That ought to be entertaining enough to keep the capitol off his back for a bit. Or so he thought. He discovered otherwise when he got a gift of food and water and a note, reminding him of what would happen should he choose to rebel. He wasn't really in a position to be choosy about what he ate, so he didn't waste time deciding if the food was poisoned.

However he killed anyone, it would have to be quick, which meant avoiding a fight. Which in turn meant setting traps. The fog was a help - it would conceal both him and the traps. He lay out his supplies and got to work.

Some time later he had his trap. He'd created a wire trap that led into the tree beside the house he'd camped in. The bait was some of the water he'd been given. He was just waiting for someone to come by, then he'd throw the water out and whoever it was would think it was a parachute for them. Once they stopped to look at it, Ian would tighten the noose and whoever it was would be hanging by the ankle from the tree.

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[arrogantalloy]

Tony, the occasionally ferret-like man he is, had come out from his babysitters hiding spot with the others to try and scrounge up some more bits and pieces that he could use to wire more things together.

The best Tony was armed with was a screw driver, a pair of pliers and a self made smoke bomb, figuring he had a better chance of grabbing and running than fighting consideirng how the death toll was mounting up so far. It made him feel uncomfortably nostalgic about coming under attack in Afghanistan, only this time he made sure no one else was around to die protecting him if he was caught out here.

After pulling out some wiring from a light pole Tony because to wander dangerously close to the trap that was set, the fog making his life just irritating enough to completely miss seeing it.

[splendid_roman]

It was the waiting that was hard. The fog made it hard to see or hear who might be coming unless they were close, so Ian had to keep a watch out. He was starting to wonder if it mattered if he took a nap and caught someone later, when someone came by.

He woke up quickly and threw the water bottle with the parachute attached out of the window. He threw it far enough so it would hopefully not look like it had come from the house, and also so it would fall where the wire noose was. Then he ducked down, in case anyone looked up at the house. He wished he had some mirrors to make a periscope with, but he had to be content with peering round the window with as little of him visible as possible.

[arrogantalloy]

When the parachute falls and catches Tony's eye his first reaction is to be suspicious of it, only because he hadn't gotten his own drop yet, he did know that they happened however due to Steve having offered him.

As it drifts down he stays still watching it until it lands, tightening his grip on his screwdriver Tony heads towards the water bottle keeping more of an eye out for others waiting for him more than traps.

So when his foot tripped the snare, he hand enough time to look down and realise that sometimes he's really dumb.

[splendid_roman]

Ian had been worried for a moment, that the man hadn't going to go for the bait. But now he smiled as he caught his prey. He pulled on the wire, tightening the noose, so the man couldn't escape. Then he ran downstairs, lead piping in hand, still hoping to have some elements of surprise.

[arrogantalloy]

When the tug on his ankle comes Tony can't help but stumble and fall. He tries to scramble closer to the wires pull so he can have a better chance at undoing it.

To his great frustration it's too tight and he just doesn't have the tools to cut the wire, add to that knowing that whoever's caught him is probably on their way for him Tony turns the screwdriver in his hand and futilely tries to stab at the wire with the blunt flat head of the tool. Because right now, anything helps.

[splendid_roman]

When Ian made his way to the front door he was tempted to say something, but the other man looked like he had something that could be used as a weapon and who knows what else he might have on him. The element of surprise was Ian's best weapon.

So he crept out of the house as quietly as possible, but unfortunately the door had a squeaky hinge and it was too late to spray it with some WD-40.

There was nothing Ian can do but to carry on towards the trapped man, lead piping in hand, looking as menacing as possible.

[arrogantalloy]

Hearing the door squeak, Tony's head snaps in the direction. There's enough fog to make it hard to really see who is coming towards him but even if it wasn't Tony's sure there's no way he's even met all the tributes let alone let anyone he could honestly say he'd remember.

He scrambles up and tries to pull away, hoisting his smoke bomb up threateningly, after all it's not like this guy's going to know what's in there.

"For the record. Dying gives me an appetite so you better at least have tuna and mayo on you.

[splendid_roman]

The smoke bomb did make him hesitate, but whatever it was would hurt this man just as much, so Ian carried on. It was no use in having a conversation, it would only make him think twice about what he was going to do. And depending on what sort of man this was, he could go and kill Ian if Ian let him go. So Ian had to kill him.

He held out his lead piping and swung it at the man's head.

[arrogantalloy]

The lasck of responce causes Tony to like his lips anxiously.

"I've got to say, you're really not making me feel comfortable about this whole situation. Guessing we can't talk this out over a late? Bucket of popco- Uagh!" As the pipe comes towards him Tony follows his instinct and tries to avoid the pipe, forgetting he's still snared, he ends up falling backwards, dropping the can causing the smoke to pour out everywhere. Unfortunately he can't get far while tied up.

He knew he wasn't going to luck his way out of this.

[splendid_roman]

So that was what was in the can. Ian put a hand over his mouth, trying not to breathe it in and coughing anyway. He didn't dare try coming back later and giving the other man a chance to get free, under the cover of the smoke.

"You're not supposed to be comfortable," he said, even though he'd just told himself they weren't going to have a conversation. He wasn't going to let himself be swayed.

Just because his first swing hadn't connected with the other man's head, didn't mean his second wouldn't, and he had another go, hoping to kill him before he breathed in too much smoke. The fog didn't seem to be helping it disperse much.

[arrogantalloy]

As the smoke billows out more it makes it almost impossible for Tony to see his own ego let alone anyone else, he looks around wildly until he can focus on the voice.

"I was always hoping to go out a little more stylish like in a ball of fire or somethi-" There is a loud sickening crunch as the pipe connects as Tony never saw it coming. Then there's a muted thud as his body drops to the ground lifelessly. If Tony was alive to see it, he'd be so very glad it's too hard to see how ruined his face and van dyke is right now.

[splendid_roman]

Ian was glad of the smoke, so he couldn't quite see what he'd done as he reached out to check the man's pulse. It wasn't there and he was glad. One blow - it had been quick and the other man wouldn't have felt anything. He'd wake up back in the capital, fully restored and safe, relatively speaking.

He ransacked the body for any equipment he carried and took it all back into the house. He couldn't see the water and parachute any more - he'd come back for that when the smoke cleared. For now, he had a lead pipe to clean.