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[polyturtle]

WHO | Don and Tony, and then OPEN
WHAT | Donatello has a very bad reaction to the radiation. One that's decidedly deadly...to other people at least.
WHEN | Soon after the earthquake, and through the rest of this week~
WHERE | First by the canyon at P6, then throughout the Arena~
WARNING/NOTES| DEATH. Also violence and a monster eating things.

It hurt. His right thigh was starting to spasm and burn.

Donatello was able to keep himself and Tony safe during the earthquake, but it couldn't stop the burning that was starting in his leg. Or the pounding in his head. Or the vomiting. He'd stayed away from the ruins since Lottie had died, but he began to realize that it was a moot point.

The burning in his thigh had started where his cut was. The cut on his leg that the roach monster had given him back home. He knew that the monster had been infected with a virus, a mutagen that was created from the faux aliens from their blood had further mutated. Don had suspected that he might have had a risk of infection. But at least before he had not been sickened. Somehow Panem had the technology to stave off the mutagen's obvious effects.

Not anymore. Not with all of the radiation around. With him already technically mutated by radiation, infected by an irradiated mutagen, then further aggravated by the Arena--

Don fell to his knee with a groan as his leg spasmed further. So much for making breakfast.

"Tony-"

Comments

remember that time I sucked at words? well, I did. so ignore it. /sneak

[mudbloodhater]

He thought he heard something. Glancing over his shoulder, he peered around the immediate area, trying to see what exactly it might have been. Probably just an animal, hanging around...something. The dead, maybe.

He continued on quietly, swallowing his nerves as he stifled a cough, hoping that whatever it was didn't find him.

no problem man |D

[polyturtle]

Looking around wasn't going to do Draco much good. Especially since the one targeting Draco was, in fact, right above him.

Surely Draco didn't think that long shadow was just a tree branch, did he?

<3

[mudbloodhater]

In such a daze as he was, Draco barely even noticed that long shadow; it did, in fact, seem to him as a tree branch or something like it. He wasn't enjoying this any more, if he ever had been, and his brain seemed to limit him to only enemies on the ground. As if it were impossible for anything or anyone to be above him. He paused for a moment, just to catch his breath, to wrap his jacket tighter around himself.

Re: <3

[polyturtle]

It was still. Now. Now.

With a roar the creature leaped down to the ground on all fours. Then, standing up on hiss back legs, Don leaped towards Draco's back, his talons out and hands open. His strength was quite gruesome, easily able to crush a man of Draco's small build.

Or, as Don saw Draco now, his midday snack.

[mudbloodhater]

Height obviously did nothing for him when he was so scrawny; Draco didn't stand a chance from the get go. The moment Don had set his eyes on him, he was done for. Draco whirled at the roar, letting out a shriek of surprise, stumbling backwards at the sight of the creature that obviously had not been there a few moments ago. It wasn't as bad as his last death, he supposed, but that didn't make it much better.

He tried to get his hands up, tried to scramble for the small folding knife he'd gotten, snapping it open in an attempt to defend himself, but Don was already on him, knocking him to the ground. And Draco still just kept screaming.

[polyturtle]

No, height did nothing for Draco. Especially since even at Draco's height, Donatello now dominated in comparison by a good several feet. And those screams. They pierced his ears. They hurt.

The creature roared back angrily in response, even knowing that he wouldn't have to put up with his prey's whining for much longer. Bringing his head up, he then snapped it back down with ferocious speed and force, right towards Draco's head, intending to smash his prey's skull with his head to shut it up.

[mudbloodhater]

There was no way he could survive that blow, not even if he had his wand. Well, maybe if he had his wand, but then he'd have to have enough control to not accidentally blow himself up.

His shriek grew more piercing, more momentary as he cut himself off, trying to slash at the first bit of mutated turtle he could possibly reach; he was dead sure it wasn't going to do anything, especially since he was caught unawares halfway through the motion by the sudden force of the blow. Sure enough, Don's strength wasn't to be toiled with, and Draco was no longer dead sure about anything, but merely dead. At least it had been quick this time around.

He fell back, dropping to the ground limply for Don to do with what he saw fit.

[polyturtle]

And do with Donatello does. Instantly the body is ravaged, teeth digging in deeply into the arms and legs, partly in hunger, partly in play. As if looking for things on him. Just like a Tribute would on a normal run.

Don just didn't realize it, of course. The tiny part of him that was still him was so miniscule it didn't matter.