thearena | Eventually everyone has to die...

Who| Cinderella and Beck, and then Cinderella and Maximus
What| Death!
Where| Near the border of Arena 1 and 2
When| At some point in Maximus' timeline of deaths
Warnings/Notes| Violence. Blood. Gore. The standard for being killed.

[Eventually the arena had to come to a close, right? There were so many names and faces put up into the sky, and while Cindy tried to keep a tally on how many were left by this point, she was sure she'd missed a few. Especially since the two arenas seemed to be connected now.

Sand and candy do not mix well. It's like having a lollipop on the beach, dropping it, and then going "Well, I'm sure this is fine if I just brush the sand off". No. That was not a good thing. The sand is going to stick to whatever is sticky, and when you are the one that's sticky, well.

Good luck with that. In the past few weeks, Cindy had had a few fights, but she had yet to kill anyone. Maybe she was a jinx, though. She'd partnered up with several people, and then they all died. Yeah. That was. A problem.

But she was ready, and with a limited amount of tributes, someone was going to die.]

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[ Beck could hardly stand himself right now.

After everything he trained for, after all those times where he tried so hard to avoid hurting or derezzing others, that was all thrown away here. Beck didn't know whether to be horrified that he actually killed someone, or be utterly disgusted with succumbing to what the Capitol wanted him to do.

No, no. That wasn't it. He let Tron down, and he knew it.
He was even wearing his light suit.

He could hardly keep his thoughts in focus. An unbearable guilt was welling up inside of him, and it made it so hard to focus, or even keep his head up. Live and learn, Beck. Live and learn. Tron would understand- this is so much more different than the Games in Argon...

Tron would understand, right? ]

[How had she not killed someone yet? That's what she kept asking herself. Did she even want to kill someone? No, not really. But if someone else didn't die, that meant she would, and she couldn't have that. No, she wanted to leave this arena a winner.

But there was someone. A guy? A guy, and one that wasn't doing too well, at that. She could read body language as good as anyone, and this guy seemed to have given up in some way. She didn't recognize this one. Not that she knew everyone, but she couldn't remember seeing him, even before the arena.

Well. That would probably make it easier. Stabbing him in the back seemed so cruel, but necessary. But she began to run, as best as she could in heels, but with the ground, she was slipping a little bit, especially with the wound on her leg.]

Shit. [No, she had to keep going. If she wasn't on the ground, she could do it. She started to pull out the baseball bat; maybe it would get some use after all.]

[ What was that?

Beck paused, taking a moment or two to keep an ear out for the sound. One second passed. Two, three... and nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Well, okay then.

Would he even care if anyone was out to get him, anyway? He was the cause of someone's death, so maybe this could be considered something around the lines of karma. That was real popular with the Users, from what he read before.

Maybe it was his time.

Or maybe that was just morbid thinking. Beck sighed, continuing forward. Time would tell. ]

[Beck thought right. It was his time, and Cindy was going to do it right. He didn't even look around, so that meant he was either really depressed and ready to go, or he was going to surprise her with a knife aimed at her gut.

Something like that, but she was going with the first. When he paused, she paused, even holding her breath so he wouldn't hear it. Then she ran once again, bat at the ready; before he could even realize what was going on, she'd hit him solidly in the back of the legs.

Never hit them in the head on the first go. Get them down, then you could do what needed to be done without worrying about them getting back up.]

[He heard the fight before he saw it. Had loaded his crossbow and pushed forward through the caves toward the sound. He turned the corner just as he saw the man fall, as he watched the woman bend down and slit his throat --

And he recognized him. The man who had tried to save him, when he was poisoned.

His face hardened.]

TRIBUTE!

[And as he yelled the word, the bolt released, striking out like a bolt of lightning toward her.]

[Holy shit. She thought she might have more time, to get away from the scene of the crime, so to speak, but you had to be ready in the arena. Thank god she was fast, or that bolt would have cut her down before she could say anything.

Still, she hit the ground hard, rolling and slipping off the pack. No one else was around, and one of them had to go. Whoever was left could have the bag.]

Where the hell did you get a crossbow from!? [She had her sword out, but she figured she was going to be moving more then fighting, until he ran out. Goddamn.]

[He wasted no time loading it again, though it took a few seconds, and he kept towards her.

His machete glimmered at his side.

He ignored the question - it was irrelevant. He answered only with another bolt, cracking like a whip as it raced towards her.]

[It was so ironic that she'd get so close to the end, after fighting maybe one or two tributes, to actually come across one who was really going for it. This guy wasn't out to get her stuff, he wasn't there for the cameras.

He was just going to fucking kill her. She rolled, grabbing her sword and getting back up. She wasn't going to wait for the next bolt, as she rushed toward him with a quickness that you wouldn't expect from anyone.

But she wasn't anyone. She was a Fable, and you couldn't kill those easily.]

[He backed up abruptly, throwing the crossbow to the side and pulling the machete out as quick as he could before she was upon him. He hadn't expected her to move that fast but he was as ready as he could be, meeting her blade with his with an arm-shuddering twang!

He pushed back against the blade before he struck out to try another blow.]

[Her sword was not going to hold up long against a machete. Neither would her knife, and forget about the baseball bat. That wasn't even considered in all this. But if she could just get one hit in, enough for him to be caught off guard, or not ready for another.

She could get him. But he was strong, and she blocked his next attack, but didn't do so well on the following.]

Fuck. [She may have deflected it, and the wound was deep, but her arm wasn't cut off, so that was a start.]

[His blade tasted blood but it did little more than wet its thirst. Maximus had absolutely no qualms about fighting those that would fight, and she was - better than he expected but it was no matter. His entire being was focused on his machete, on his arm. He swung it out to parry her blade and then slammed his shoulder towards her, trying to knock her off balance and onto the ground.

He wanted this finished as quickly as possible.]

[The thought crossed her mind, right before she hit the ground, was I am going to die. Cindy had faced death before, more times then she could count, but she never let herself think that she would die. That just wasn't for her.

Fables don't die. Except that they do. Goldilocks died, Bluebeard died, Fables die all the time. But those were the lesser known ones. Still known, but not in the way that Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella were. As examples. Hell, Snow got shot in the fucking head and made it out.

Somehow, she didn't think he was going to knock her upside the head. She had a fighting chance when she was up. But not on the ground. Staring up at him-- who was he, anyway?-- her last choice was this:

Close your eyes or not. She didn't.]

[It didn't take long. He slammed a foot into her shoulder to keep her firmly against the ground. There was no way he was about to allow a capable fighter to get another shot at him.

So when he brought the blade down, the arc swinging from high above his head, it tore through her neck with brutal efficiency, and out the other side.]

Eventually everyone has to die...

Beck and Cindy

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Cindy and Maximus

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