Surviving The Beast (Featuring Your OCs) [TMNT Hunger Games AU]

Death's Cold Edge

Hazel was shivering as she, Destiny, and Donatello trekked through an area with greenery here and there. The ground was sandy with patches of grass growing around the trees. The temperature was warm, so Destiny and Donatello wanted Hazel to feel better, right after jumping into an ice cold lake.

All three of them were sweating, moisture building up in many parts of their bodies, and they all felt uncomfortable. Hazel sneezed, although she had Destiny's jacket draped over her shoulders.

Donatello brushed the drooping leaves away as he led the group through the arena. In front of them was the Cornucopia, the part of the arena that was the hottest.

Destiny took out her canteen and offered Hazel some water, in which she gratefully accepted. The wolf-raven took a sip, her throat burning with thirst. She had an urge to gulp down the remainings of her canteen, but she knew that she shouldn't drink much, because her life depended on it greatly.

Hazel sneezed again, continuous coughs wracking her body. Donatello patted her back, turning away from the Cornucopia and finding a place to settle.

"You should get some rest, Hazel," Donatello said. "I'll stay here and be on watch. Destiny, you wouldn't mind finding some food for the three of us, would you?"

Destiny shook her head. "I'll go now." She took off into the forest, looking for wild animals or fruit.

Hazel lay down onto the ground, shuddering once more before closing her eyes. Donatello's eyes and ears were alert for anyone who was passing by or trying to ambush them.

The turtle felt that he had to protect this girl. After all, Hazel did take care of him once when he was weak.

The day went by quickly. Destiny and Donatello took turns watching Hazel as she rested. They only woke her up when they ate. Donatello had gotten a small fire going, using it for cooking their food and keeping them warm.

The artificial sun shut down, and before they knew it, it was night. The desert temperature wasn't scorching anymore, in fact, it was a little cold.

Destiny's green eyes were on Hazel, watching her as she shivered every now and then. The Capitol Anthem played, and Donatello looked up at the sky. The pictures of Colten Ridgeway from District 4 and Kitty Potter from District 8 showed up.

"There were two cannon booms today," he stated. "We're lucky it wasn't us."

Destiny nodded in agreement. "I miss Leo..."

"Me too. He was a great leader. He knew what he was doing when he led us around the arena. He kept us alive," Donatello said.

There was a long silence between the two of them.

"We should get some rest," Donatello said. "I'll keep watch."

"No, I'll keep watch," Destiny argued.

"You need rest. You've done a lot for us today," the turtle insisted.

"Well, so have you!"

"Fine, how about let's both keep watch. If any of us are tired, we can go to sleep," Donatello said.

"Fine."

The two mutants sat up and moved to either side of Hazel. Destiny kept her machete close to her while Donatello kept his bo staff near.

They sat in silence for a while. Suddenly, Destiny spoke up.

"Something doesn't seem right."

"Yeah, I agree. Do you have a feeling lingering just at the tip of your nose and you have no idea what it is?" Donatello asked. "Because I'm getting that feeling."

"Me too."

Destiny sniffed the air. "I can't smell anyone near us," she paused, "And I don't hear anyone around here either."

They sat in silence again. After a while, Destiny glanced over at the sleeping Hazel. Her face was twisted into a frown, her breaths short and heavy. She shivered every few seconds, even though Destiny's jacket was covering her body, as well as her own.

She reached a hand over and placed it over Hazel's forehead. It was beaded with sweat, but it was cold. Destiny felt her arm, and it was cold as well.

"How is she?" Donatello inquired.

"Cold. Very cold," she replied.

"I feel worried," the turtle said.

"So do I."

Suddenly, a cannon boom went off.

"Huh...interesting how many of the deaths happen at night," Destiny muttered. "I wonder who's cannon boom went off." She turned to Hazel.

"Hey, Donnie, look, she's not shivering anymore," she pointed out.

"What?!" the turtle demanded. He snapped his head to look at Hazel. Donatello placed his hands on the girl's shoulders and shook her. He hurriedly placed a hand on her forehead, then moved it to her chest, searching for a pulse. When he couldn't find one, he panicked.

"Hazel? Hazel, wake up, please!" Donatello pleaded, shaking her even more. "No, no, no! Please! Oh dear..."

Destiny's eyes widened, and she sat Hazel's limp body up, checking it over. "No blood, no wounds, nothing...what do you think happened?" she asked, placing Hazel's body back down.

"She must have caught hypothermia. It's when her body temperature goes too low," Donatello explained, his eyes wet with tears. "She's...gone."

The turtle sat up and covered his eyes with his hands. "I should have known...it's all my fault!" he exclaimed. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"It's not your fault, Don--"

"Yes it is, it's all my--"

Destiny clamped a hand over his mouth tightly.

"No it's not. At least we have each other. We can get through this together, okay?" she whispered.

Donatello nodded.

"Let's get some rest now," Destiny said, rubbing the turtle's back.

"You'll make a good mother," Donatello complimented. "You sound so motherly."

"It's one of my weird quirks."