i'm fighting til the last, i'm fighting til there's nothing left

[itswhoyouare]

WHO| Anna Morasca, Neeshka, Wyatt Earp (also open to Dean Winchester)
WHAT| The odds are no longer in Anna's favor. Spoiler Alert: Anna dies.
WHEN| The end of week two.
WHERE| The beginning of the canyon; M4
WARNING/NOTES| Death. Language. Violence. Blood. Gore.

Luckily for Anna, she'd been nowhere near the Cornucopia or the ruins since the bloodbath so the nausea anyone else felt had yet to really reach her. It had instead presented itself as a worsening migraine and minor stomach pains that Anna had attributed to hunger and the cold. She and Dean had yet to really stumble across anyone at this point, which was an advantage for the two of them since neither wanted to kill anyone. It remained unspoken, the inevitability that they would have to fight because The Capitol wouldn't let both of them live if they miraculously made it to the end by themselves. Anna had her own contingency plan for that.

She'd strayed from their little camp in the base of the canyon to stock up on water, as well as attempting to catch any fish in the net she had with her kit. A hunting knife had arrived for her with a sleeping bag earlier in the Game and she made it a habit to keep the knife on her at all times, as well as a makeshift staff she'd fashioned out of a tree branch she found.

Leaning down, she splashed her face with some of the cold water and sighed happily, drying her face with her shirt and not even expecting company. A mistake she would inevitably pay for.

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[tailforbrains]

Neeshka wasn't feeling her best, either. It was one of those subtle things that made her feel like she'd been poisoned or diseased or something, and so something worse was going to creep up on her once she got past the first stages. Too bad there weren't any healing kits or antidote potions in the arenas. She definitely missed those.

She was making it up to herself, though, by killing things. Food sometimes, but mostly people. Or she was trying to, anyway. She'd taken out two people so far, which was pretty awesome and meant money when she got out, but she wanted more. The stream seemed a good place to wait, since people came that way a lot, and there were lots of trees to hide in. Plus, Wyatt wouldn't be far if she needed help.

So when Anna came wandering by, she spotted her quickly from her perch above and across the stream from her. She started slowly and silently fitting an arrow into her bow, sighted carefully, and waited a breath or two until she was sure she had a good shot. While Anna's face was hidden by her shirt, she let loose, aiming for her fellow Tribute's ribs. Puncture a lung, and she'd be quick to take out.