All Alone... [Snip vs. Siren] [Day 2]

~ SNIP BYSHO ~

ooc; lololol double post

The axe suddenly stopped in its downward swing, embedded in something. Snip tried to yank it free, terrified that the mutt would attack while his weapon was stuck, but it was trapped too deeply. Desperate, he tugged with all his might, and with a strange combination of a crack and a squelch it pulled free with a warm goo that splattered lightly on Snip's face. The night air was now silent. He already knew what had happened, but he had to be sure. Taking slow, careful steps and without putting his back to the creature, Snip retreated to his flashlight that still lay aimed at a bush and picked it up. He aimed it at the beast, but all that was left was a blood-soaked corpse with a gory mass split cleanly in two on top. The thing was dead.

Sighing with relief, Snip clicked off his flashlight and tucked it into his pack. He slipped it onto his shoulder and was reaching blindly into the dark for something to guide him to a hiding spot -- surely all sorts of odd creatures and, of course, tributes would be attracted by the sounds of fighting -- when a wave of dizziness swept over him, causing him to stagger. Suddenly lightheaded, Snip steadied himself on a tree trunk and promptly vomited his stomach's contents onto the ground. He dropped to a crouch and continued to rid his body of whatever food he had managed to consume before being sent into the arena until he was trembling and coated in a sheen of sweat. There was no doubt about it now. That beast had been venomous.

Trembling now not only with weakness but with fear, Snip stumbled sightlessly through the night, desperate to find a hiding spot but discovering no salvation. Finally, after traveling maybe twenty yards on unreliable legs, he collapsed to the ground. At least he managed to land himself in a bush rather than in the open. It offered a bit of concealment.

He lay there shuddering, staring at a leaf that dangled just above his eyes. Although he had planned on dying from the moment he took a step off his plate at the bloodbath, the cold reality of it had finally come to him. He was going to die sick and hidden in a bush, not protecting his allies. Snip had failed them.

A glint appeared in the sky, probably reflecting moonlight, and Snip's eyes snapped to its location in the darkness, confused and scared. It had been directly above him, but it was invisible in the night sky now. What was it? Another mutt? Some kind of Capitol weapon sent to take him out quickly? No, that couldn't be it. The Capitol audience simply adored watching tributes die slow, painful deaths. There was no reason for them to shorten the process, therefore lowering the entertainment factor. But by the time he'd reached that conclusion, the poison in his system had fogged his mind to the point that he could barely think any longer. All he could do was stare with increasingly heavy eyelids.

It seemed like hours, but in reality it was mere seconds before the mysterious object landed gently on Snip's chest. He gazed at it blankly before realizing that it was a package attached to a silver parachute. His weakly thumping heart skipped a beat, and he reached greedily for the gift, ripping the parachute away and revealing a small syringe filled with a minty green liquid. For a few seconds he just stared at it stupidly, smiling faintly as he realized it was his savior, before he reminded himself that he actually had to inject it into a vein before it could take effect. Snip rolled up the sleeve on his left arm up to his shoulder, revealing his thin biceps, and stabbed the needle into his flesh. As he slowly pressed down on the plunger and the medicine seeped into his bloodstream, he was already feeling relief. He just managed to pull the needle out and form a weak, Thank you... before he drifted off into a deep slumber. He did not dream.