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Who| Closed to Donatello and Clara
What| Don drank the water. Oops.
Where| Somewhere on the third floor
When| Week 5!
Warnings/Notes| Death and injuries. And a turtle tripping balls.
Drinking the water had been a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea. Even if he had known, at least originally, why he did it. However, at this point his memory of that was a bit shot. Or at least he was too distracted by the giant roombas that were chasing him to remember that.
Yes, giant roombas. They had started out small. But then somehow the Capitol made them very large. Large enough to flatten him like a pancake. So he was running. Running to find a hiding spot. Hiding spots which were looking to be increasingly less likely to find.
So he ran. And heaven help whoever got in his way.
What| Don drank the water. Oops.
Where| Somewhere on the third floor
When| Week 5!
Warnings/Notes| Death and injuries. And a turtle tripping balls.
Drinking the water had been a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea. Even if he had known, at least originally, why he did it. However, at this point his memory of that was a bit shot. Or at least he was too distracted by the giant roombas that were chasing him to remember that.
Yes, giant roombas. They had started out small. But then somehow the Capitol made them very large. Large enough to flatten him like a pancake. So he was running. Running to find a hiding spot. Hiding spots which were looking to be increasingly less likely to find.
So he ran. And heaven help whoever got in his way.
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Whatever it is, Clara's coming back to her current home base with some food she grabbed for overnight. She knows the gates won't be closing for a little bit, but better safe than sorry.
Which is when a turtle runs into her. "Hey! You should watch where you're going."
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It took him a moment to recover from his own staggering. Upon recovering and seeing her, however, his bloodshot, dilated eyes widened, and instantly his knife was out.
"...You." The figure on the floor is hazy, difficult to define. He didn't know who it was. But its someone who wants to hurt him. "Get out of my way!"
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While she doesn't get back onto her feet, she does sit up. She's seen Don around, of course. Hell, she thinks he might have been there when everyone was worried that Elsa was going to do something dangerously foolish. But she doesn't know him. "Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you. You just need to calm down, okay?"
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"You want to kill me. You want to feed me to those things." He clenched his knife, and quickly went to take a swipe. "I won't die like that!"
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"No, I don't, I promise. Now can you please put the knife away so we can talk about this like sane, rational people?"
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Then, when he got no answer.
"ANSWER ME!"
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"No one's saying that you aren't perfectly sane, but you're refusing to listen to reason and I can't help you if you don't try talking to me," she says, mostly lying through her teeth.
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"If I stand up, will you let me walk away?"
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"What's to stop you from killing me with my back turned?!"
He didn't even stop to think about how illogical that question was.
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"Your back's much better protected than mine would be if I turned around to walk away from you." That's a classy way to put it, right? "Just trust me, okay? I would never kill anyone in cold blood."
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And with that, he was done, and he lunged at her, eyes wide, snarl on his tongue.
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cw: blood
His carotid artery. She got it. He was going to die; he...he'd been right. But he'd failed.
His legs wobbled from under him, and he fell to his knees. He shut his eyes, tears of shame falling from his eyes at failing Shepard in his promise to her.
"Gnnra..."
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She quickly debates it. Either way he's going to die, it's just a matter of whether she wants to try to save him and fail miserably or let him go as quickly as possible so he can just get back to the Capitol. Really, the answer's a no brainer.
Clara pulls the sword out with a horrified look on her face before dropping the weapon on the ground as she climbs back to her feet to try to help him get down on the ground as gently as possible. "I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't mean to, but you didn't exactly give me another choice." Of course he did, but it was a choice that she still isn't quite ready for yet. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
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His hand still held onto his neck as all the blood left his body, until, at last, his hand loosened and went limp, his eyes staring up at Clara with an unspoken fear and shame that he would carry with him to the grave. He died at last.
Again. Again, and again, and...
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Instead she grabs her sword and gets back onto her feet, giving the corpse one last apologetic look before sliding the sword back into its sheath. She'll find a way to apologize to him once she's back in the Capitol in a day or so, she decides. But right now she can't focus on that, she needs to get moving before someone (or something, considering the roombas) comes and finds her.