The injection was certainly worrisome. He'd never had to have it before. Did this have to do with Ariadne? If it did, why was it others - people he knew weren't Ariadne's friend, including that jerk who called her a...the b-word...getting it.
What was it? Why was it being injected into them? It wasn't...it couldn't be...
His stylists were mostly excited, talking, laughing, but Don himself was silent. He generally was during these moments, but there was a sadness, a tenseness to it, as they dressed him up like a dinosaur. Instead of his bandana, he was given a doll in a pink dress. It looked uncannily like Lottie.
And then he was on the platform. He took several deep breaths as they brought him up, the bright sunshine streaming in as he found himself in...Candyland? What was that singing? Was that-
10 - 9 - 8 - 7
Sting. Don's blood froze when he felt the tracking device inject him intravenously. He felt the shiver, felt his arm pulse. In an instant, he knew.
No.
6 - 5 - 4
He knew exactly what this was. He'd seen the symptoms in Ariadne, when she'd been forcibly injected. He'd been poisoned. Everyone who'd received an injection was going to--
3 - 2
He was going to die. Worse, the poison would trigger something else, too.
He had to get away.
Don had to run.
1
His feet flew off of the pedestal, away from the Cornucopia. But even at that moment, his body was starting to spasm, and his legs didn't go in an entirely straight line. It did not help that, inwardly, he was panicking about what he knew was likely going to happen, even if he stayed and died here.
Death by poison! (open)
What was it? Why was it being injected into them? It wasn't...it couldn't be...
His stylists were mostly excited, talking, laughing, but Don himself was silent. He generally was during these moments, but there was a sadness, a tenseness to it, as they dressed him up like a dinosaur. Instead of his bandana, he was given a doll in a pink dress. It looked uncannily like Lottie.
And then he was on the platform. He took several deep breaths as they brought him up, the bright sunshine streaming in as he found himself in...Candyland? What was that singing? Was that-
10 - 9 - 8 - 7
Sting. Don's blood froze when he felt the tracking device inject him intravenously. He felt the shiver, felt his arm pulse. In an instant, he knew.
No.
6 - 5 - 4
He knew exactly what this was. He'd seen the symptoms in Ariadne, when she'd been forcibly injected. He'd been poisoned. Everyone who'd received an injection was going to--
3 - 2
He was going to die. Worse, the poison would trigger something else, too.
He had to get away.
Don had to run.
1
His feet flew off of the pedestal, away from the Cornucopia. But even at that moment, his body was starting to spasm, and his legs didn't go in an entirely straight line. It did not help that, inwardly, he was panicking about what he knew was likely going to happen, even if he stayed and died here.
Shell. Shell. Shell.
He just prayed he didn't run into Lottie.