Battle Royale Round 3 Narrative Fall '05

The school bus was dead silent. Professor Dayton walked down the center aisle to see if any of the students were still concious. One by one, he glanced at each of the 42 students and made sure they were fast asleep. He didnt like breathing through the gas mask, but it was the only thing saving him from the effects of the sleeping gas that was released into the cabin of the vehicle moments ago. Looking at his watch, he knew that it would be another 5 minutes before the gas would be mostly exhausted from the vents of the bus. He continued to check the students and make sure they were subdued by the gas. As he reached the back of the vehicle he noticed that one of the students, Chris Patterson had sprawled off his seat and was mostly on the floor. He picked the student up from the floor and placed him in a more confortable position in the seat. While he was lifting the student a couple of contents fell from Chris' pocket. The curious professor bent over and picked up a photograph and a charm. The picture showed Chris and another student standing infront of a grand building that was mostly glass. The professor did not recognize the other student in the photo and knew it was not someone that was in the bus. He studied the building in the background and did not know where the two students were located in the picture. He looked at the small charm that rested in the palm of his hand. The charm appeared to be a pair of doves sitting on a branch. The whole charm was a brilliant shimmering gold and the loop that would normally hold it onto a bracely appeared to be broken. He shrugged and quietly put the photo and the charm back into Chris' pocket. This was the first time that the Government had allowed him to ride in the bus with the students as they were being gassed. Usually, he would ride in his sedan and watch from the outside while driving along to their destination. Most of the students were ready to fall asleep anyways, it was very late at night. The sleeping gas was an insurance that the students would not wake while they were being transported to the island. The professor walked along the aisle back to the front of the bus and stopped a few feet short from the front. Something caught his eye and he turned to his right. A student, Daiske Niwa, was resting his head against the glass window. Daiske's mouth was half open and a small bit of drool was oozing off his mouth. The professor turned his attention to the bag in Daiske's lap, a faint red light appeared to be glowing from the bag. He leaned forward and opened the small sack and pulled a small digital voice recorder from the bag. The voice recorder appeared to be on. He stopped the recorder and skipped back to the previous file to play back. The recorder's small speaker echoed Daiske's voice. "---is great! I have been looking forward to this field trip all school year. Kat and I are looking forward to having a great time. Here... uhhhh... lemme give the recorder to---" The professor turned the recorder off. He thought about keeping the recorder. He worried that something bad could get recorded that could jeopardize the integrity of the Battle Royale Survival Program. But, he knew that the only secrets in Battle Royale were the ones kept from the, unsuspecting, students themselves. He slipped the recorder back into Daiske's bag and continued back to the front of the vehicle. He looked at his watch again, it should be safe for him to remove his gas mask and breathe fresh air again. The driver, however, still has his gas mask on. Being cautious, he kept the mask on for a few more minutes and waited for the driver to remove his.

Several hours passed before the bus, finally, pulled into the dockyards. The vehicle and the two military jeeps that were part of the caravan stopped before driving up the ramp onto the ferry. Several soldiers gave the vehicles a quick inspection and then gave clearance for them to load onto the big boat. Professor Dayton was astounded that things were moving so quickly. The proceedure had become so quick and efficient over the years. When all the vehicles were loaded on the ferry, the boat gave a few tugs as the motors fired up. Two soldiers released the dock-restraints and the boat pulled free from landside. It was going to be a couple of hours before they reached the island. The professor decided to visit the captain of the boat to pass time. He walked pulled the handle to release the swinging doors on the bus and walked down the three stairs to exit. He took a deep breath of the sea air and stretched his arms. Several soldiers were nearby drawing their cigarettes and preparing to rest for a few hours. The professor nodded and smiled in their direction and proceeded to the control cabin of the boat. He walked over to the cabin and knocked on the door. He could see inside because it was very well-lit. The captain waved him in. Professor Dayton opened the door and greeted the captain as he stepped inside.

"Good morning." The professor spoke in a friendly tone.

"Heh, yeah, I guess it is morning now. Huh." The captain chuckled.

"I am professor Tehyi Dayton." He announced as he drew his hand forward for a handshake. "I have been enlisted to oversee this round of the Battle Royale Survival Program."

"It's a pleasure. I am Captain Roland Gar. Been at the head of this vessel for almost 20 years." He reached back with one hand for the handshake with his other still on the steering wheel.

"20 years huh? Thats a long time."

"Yeah, 20 years. And I tell you Prof. There are some crazy stories to tell about the waters over those 20 years."

The professor smiled. He braced himself for a long trail of stories from the captain.

"Mind if I grab some coffee?" The professor asked.

"Suit yourself."

He walked over to the corner of the cabin and drew the coffee pot from it's home. The pot was still warm, but he did not know how old the contents were. He didnt care. The first clean cup nearby became his new friend and he poured himself a cup of black coffee. He listened as the captain trailed off.

"--- and you would not believe that dame! She was hotter than the core of the sun! and there she was... in the middle of the ocean, outta gas on her boat. I tell you Prof. somedays when you get to be the hero. It's great. Oh! and then there was this time when deck needed to be swabbed and I...----

After hearing hours of tall-tales from the captain, Professor Dayton found the island to be a welcoming sight. He bid farewell and walked out of the cabin. All of the soldiers were preparing to board the jeeps. The professor joined with the driver of the bus and boarded the vehicle. The ferry quickly docked and they all drove onto the island quickly. Driving along the barren road, the driver of the bus pointed out into the distance at some lights. The professor noticed them as well. They were the lights of the School compoud in the distance. It was not long before they reached the school and several of the soldiers stationed at the island met with the caravan and stood near a troop carrier that was parked nearby. All of the vehicles came to a halt near the troop carrier and the soldiers assembled quickly and lined up. Professor Dayton Stepped from the bus and waited for the driver of the bus to join the line of soldiers. The 12 soldiers stood nearly shoulder to shoulder.

The professor stood before the soldiers and commanded their attention.

"Soldiers. You have been trained for many years to this point. You have been selected from the best of the best to given this opportunity to help me oversee the Battle Royale Survival Program. The integrity of this event is a foundation upon how our country is ruled. I must remind you that we command respect and that disrespect will not be tolerated. Your job is to protect the control we have over the event. We cannot lose control and we will not lose control. As several of you already know, the rewards are great for a successful Battle Royale Event. You will all be equally compensated for your services at the end of the event. That is all."

In unison, the soldiers saluted Professor Dayton and awaited orders. The Professor commanded three of the soldiers to the roof of the building. Three other soldiers were told to prepare the control room in the school and the rest of them had to carry the students to the ready room in the school. The soldiers broke loose and began their duties. Professor Dayton walked to the ready room as the soldiers carried the students in from the bus into the school. When he reached the ready room, several of the students had already been placed on the floor of the room and were still sound asleep. The professor stepped to the front of the classroom and placed his briefcase on the front desk. He stood silenly and watched as the soldiers carried the students into the room and placed them on the floor. Some students were placed in chairs and on some of the aged desks that were littered through the classroom. The room was in pretty sad shape. The years of neglect and misuse with the Battle Royale Program made the room look pretty abused. The ceiling tiles were mostly missing, and the few of them that remained were scarred with bullet holes from previous rounds where order had to be made of the group of panik-stricken students. The professor took a moment to write a few things on the blackboard on the wall. The soldiers brought the rest of the 42 students into the room and laid them to the ground in peace. A soldier rolled in a television set with a DVD player and plugged it in nearby Professor Dayton. The Professor ordered the six soldiers to guard near the doorway and be alert when the students were stirred awake. He walked to the front of the desk and leaned against the edge casually. Calmly, he drew a pistol from under his jacket and pointed it toward one of the windows to his right. He stared at the students and pulled the trigger and fired a shot, shattering the glass. Several students raised their heads, alarmed. They looked around confused and turned to their sleepy friends and roused them awake. Han Ju-Wong quickly rose to his feet and stared coldly at the professor.

"What is going on?!" He screamed.

The Professor pointed the gun at Han and ordered him to sit. Han turned his back on the teacher and grabbed a chair to sit on, rather than the floor. Several of the students were still waking up their peers.

"I cannot believe that some of you are still sleeping. You are all lazy!" The professor shouted. He pointed the gun at the windows again and fired another round. The remaining students woke up and several other students grabbed their ears to protect from the deafening gunshot. Two of the girls near the back began to scream as well.

"Now that you are all awake. I would like to have your undivided attention." The Teacher commanded.

"Where are we?" Eli West called from the back.

"That is not important." The teacher answered.

"Have we been kidnapped?" Joshua O'Hanlon asked.

"Dont be a fool!" The Professor shot out. "Can you not read?" He pointed at the chalkboard. "I trust by now you are all familiar with the Battle Royale Act?"

Several of the students gasped after reading the chalkboard for the first time.

"Now... I am not going to waste my time. You have read about Battle Royale. You have heard about Battle Royale. And now... you are Battle Royale. I am going to play a simple video for you that will tell you how things go. Please pay attention. I am not going to play the video again." He instructed.

A soldier pointed a remote at the television and activated the video. A young girl in her 20's announced the rules of Battle Royale. She instructed that each of the students will receive a military bag with a weapon, some food and water, and a map with a pen. The students must scatter onto the island and kill each other off until one student remains. Some of the weapons in the bags are very deadly and others are not as deadly.

Several of the students began to hang their heads in despair and pout.

"What if we refuse to play?" Lenny Jazz shot out.

"Then a studen that wishes to play will probably kill you." Dayton shot back. "Any other questions?"

"What if we escape the island?" Joseph Shepherd asked.

"You cant. If you leave the island before the game is complete. The collar on your neck will explode." Dayton watched as several students noticed the collars on their neck for the first time. "I also have control of your collars as well. If you try anything suspicious, I will detonate the explosives. These explosives are very powerful and will certainly kill you. If you try to take the collar off... It will explode as well. So, just enjoy the collar and pretend it is not there."

"I dont belong here! My father is a very powerful man of a very large corperation!" Keyser Soze announced and stood on his feet.

"Nobody! Is more powerful than the government! We do not care who you father is. You are going to participate." Dayton commanded.

Keyser clenched his jaw and threw his fist out in the dirction of the teacher. He turned his back and sat down facing the opposite direction.

"Now. Since you are all on the same page. I am going to call out your names one by one and you must come up here and grab your survival bag. You will then exit the school and seek refuge on the island." Dayton instructed.

"Student number One! Joshua O'Hanlon."

Joshua stood up slowly. He looked around at his classmates and ran his fingers through his hair in despair. He raised his hand up in a gesture of "goodbye" and began to walk towards the Professor. Choosing not to look directly at the professor he walked to the doorway and and caught the, olive colored, military bag that was thrown at him. He shot one last glance of the class before he exited the room and sprinted down the hallway.

"Student number Two! Dante Prescott."

Several of the girls in the class began to whimper when Dante's name was called. The Professor guessed that Dante must have been popular in the class and it probably shocked the girls to think of him prepareing to kill or be killed. Dante stood up and defiantly stared at the professor. He clenched his fist and looked around at his classmates. Without speaking a word, he broke into a sprint, caught his bag and exited the room.

One by one... the professor called out the names of the students. He called out for Nick, Marla, Joseph, and Lenny. They all grabbed their bags and departed. Daiske and Kyo also left the room without conflict when called. When Charlie was called she did not respond.

"Charlie Atkins!" The professor called again. None of the students stood or moved. "Charlie. Where is Charlie?" He asked. Several of the students pointed to a girl that was sitting in the corner calmly reading a book and taking some notes. The professor walked over to the girl and questioned her. "Do you realize the severity of this situation?"

"Yes." She responded bluntly, without looking at the professor.

"You will take your bag and leave this room at once." Professor Dayton Commanded.

"Fine. I have several exams next week and I will be dam*ed if your silly government game is going to prevent me from passing them." She folded her notes within the book and packed it away. She stood up and faced the professor. He was amazed at how tall the girl was and how their eyes almost met at the same height. "You think it is the kids that need to grow up and mature? That is where you are wrong. It is truely the government that needs to grow up and quit playing these games." She took a deep breath and marched away to the door. The soldier gently tossed the bag to her as she walked by him to leave the classroom.

Professor Dayton shook his head and returned to his post at the front of the room. He called out the names of Chris, Tom, Roman, Brian, and Taki. They all took their bags and left the room. Chase, Johnathan, Keyser, and Soliel all followed suit as well. The professor called for Kim Johnson and was met with a dead silence. "Kim Johnson!" He called again. After a moments wait, a girl stood up in the room and stared directly at the professor. She held a pen in her fist and marched toward the teacher with fire in her eyes.

"These are my friends..." She spoke. "If i have to kill any of them to survive this game... I will come for you if i win." She passed her glare of rage to the soldier at the door and caught her bag as it was thrown to her. She then marched out of the room.

"Student numb-" The Professor was interrupted by a bellowing scream. He turned his attention to the doorway and a soldier appeared in the door. He had a pen half-embedded in the side of his leg and leaned to the side to keep his body weight on his good leg.

"Sir! She stabbed me with a pen. Sir!" The soldier called out.

"Go remedy that with the med kit soldier!" The professor ordered. He tried hard to bite his toungue and not laugh at the incompetence of the soldier. "Student number 20! Eisaku Yamakami." He continued. Eisaku stood up quickly and sprinted to get his bag. When he received his bag he paused for a moment to feel the weight of the bag and seemed to smile for a quick moment. He swung the bag over his shoulder and left the room. The professor called out several more students, Tohno, Rose, and Candi left the room without incident. He called for Vincent and waited as the student stood up and said goodbye to some of his classmates. Vincent hustled, with a limp, to get his bag and leave. When the bag was thrown at him, he fumbled it for a moment and then regained his footing and left the room. "Alright, We are on a roll here. Student number 25, Mcguire Diehl." Mcguire stood up and clasped his hands together. He flexed his hands abnormally to make the bones crack under the pressure and walked toward the teacher. Professor Dayton noticed a necklace hanging around the student's neck. It was a silver chain with a pendant hanging on it. The pendant was in the shape of a human body with long hair holding a hatchet. The professor wondered what the pendant symbolized. Without issue, Mcguire received his bag and left the room.

Several more students were called and departed, Eli, Colton, Jordan, Oshii, Kat, Han, Kenji, Noelle, Destri, Matthew, Ulag, and Yashin. Five students were left in the room. The professor called out the next student Les Lo Pan. Cautiously, Les stood his ground and looked around him. He appeared to be amazed that it was happening so quickly. He walked over to the soldier and recieved his bag. For a moment he held the bag and stared at it in disbelief.

"If I win..." He spoke quietly. "Can I go home and pretend nothing happened?"

"You can go home. But you wont be able to pretend nothing happened."

"Why not?"

"The media has overblown the Battle Royale Program. If you win... your homeland will think of you as a celebrity. It will be difficult to leave everything behind."

"Then maybe... I wont go home..." Les' words trailed off into silence and he calmly left the room.

"Student number 39. Irish Ryan." Irish stood up and quickly left the room after receiving his bag. Erik, Tommie, and Mario quickly left as well. They did not want to be waiting in the empty room for long.

The Professor walked to the rear of the room and opened a closet door. The closet was dark as a moonless night. He spoke to the darkness, "Ok, are you ready Kishu?" From the dark closet a figure appeared.

"'bout as ready as I was last time." Kishu Heisuke responded. He straightend his jacket and looked at the professor with a grin.

"You were very effective in your previous Battle Royale Event. We want you to do the same and the rewards will be great." Professor Dayton instructed.

"It is good to be back." Kishu continued to grin.

"If you survive this round... The government will drop all criminal charges against you. Understood?"

"Yeah."

"Get out there." The Professor commanded.

Kishu took off like a bolt of lightning and took his bag. He ran down the hallway at full throttle.

The Professor ordered the soldiers to the control room. They all gathered in the controlroom. Pvt Higgins was still tending to his pen-inflicted wound when the the rest of the crew arrived. One soldier took post at the doorway and another posted near the windows. Professor Dayton walked over to the control wall and looked at the series of monitors that tracked the students movments with the GPS units embedded in their collars. He looked at several of the monitors that showed views from hidden cameras located throughout the island. He focused on the monitor that showed current events outside the school.

"The battle has begun." He spoke softly to himself.

written by Djdayton

"Bastards".

Han Ju-wong did not run nor hide after he gotout. He
was a loner, after all, and he did not care if
somebody kills him right at that moment. His mind was
off the island. He remembers the songs he used to
write and sing, the successful gigs he has played in,
and the fun he used to share with his old band, The
Motox. He thinks about what could have happened if
they were still together. He would not be here at all.

He sang under his breath while walking without a sense
of direction. "Listen I'm fine now, listen I'm fine
now..."

He absentmindedly opened his bag and reached in for
anything that could be there. He felt cold metal,
something somewhat long. He saw it clearly under the
radiant moonlight. It was a crowbar. And he didn't
quite care at that moment. His mind was still off the
island.

His thoughts flashed back to the only person he was
ever attached to--Mindy. He called her Mindy and she
called him Jack. His brain was filled with thoughts of
their past: eating cotton candy while walking down the
street, crying together at the pond, watching the moon
and the stars, their promise of "forever". He thought
of killing himself and seeing if heaven is for real,
and if he could somehow relive their moments there.

While he walked indefinitely, thinking about those
things, students rushed passed him and some bumped
into him. He still did not care.

Then he realized he was there to find resolution. He
had to get out of there alive. When he does, he'll
come back and find Mindy, and tell her he needs her.
He will form another band and continue pursuing his
passion for music.

"Mindy, this is for you."

Written by Spife Knockturn

Joshua stopped dead at the end of the corridor. He stepped meekly from the door of the school and surveyed the area before him. Being the first student meant he hadn't had much time to get take in what was happening. He remembered seeing news reports about Battle Royale, but his gran had always attempted to keep specific details about it from him saying he'd had enough hurt and pain in his life already. Still he had heard rumours about it in the school corridors and knew the basic idea behind the murder game. Suddenly a picture came to his mind, one he had seen a long time ago; the winner of the first ever Battle Royale. It was an image he was unlikely ever to forget and he thought to himself for a second whether living would be worth if it meant becoming like her. He quickly shook that thought from his mind, he had so much to live for.

He heard footsteps behind him and suddenly remembered where he was. He dived into a bush and waited quietly to see what would happen. Dante, the second student appeared and Joshua saw him look into his bag. He had forgotten about the package he had received and the promise of a weapon it contained. He saw Dante pull out a tire iron and look disappointed as Joshua too opened his bag and felt the same emotion. He had received an mp3 player as his defence method and not a particularly good one at that. Joshua heard more movement from the school building and looked up to see Dante poised and ready to attack. It was Nick who followed from the corridor and Dante only just managed to stop himself from killing his best friend. The sight of Dante ready to kill made Josh uneasy. He had always had great respect for both Dante and Nick and the idea that either were ready to play this game was one he was not ready for. The best friends hurried off together and Joshua decided he too should move on to decide what he was going to do. All of a sudden he realised - Rose and Candi - he must meet them! He looked at his map and knew instantly where they would go.

'That's the one' he said to himself, 'The Amusement Park'

written by StevieMC

Dante Prescott was the second student to be called from the classroom. He knew this could be of great use to him. He could wait outside with his weapon and attack the people who came out of the school after him. It would be easy. He would just wait by the door and then dispatch the next person to come out.

As Dante walked down the corridor he looked at the grim face soldiers. They were there to make sure none of the students would go back to the classroom and eliminate Professor Dayton, no doubt. Dante walked along and felt through his duffel bag. In the darkness his hand wrapped around something cold and hard. He pulled it out and examined it. His supplied weapon was a tire iron.

Dante looked at it balefully. A tire iron? He wanted something that could get out there and touch someone, a gun, a crossbow, something other than a tire iron.

Dante exited the building into the breezeway. Where would be a good place to lie in wait for the attack? Dante spotted some bushes near the breezeway and darted behind them. He wasn’t sure if he could be seen and he Dante knew that the bush would offer no protection from flying bullets.

Dante counted the seconds in his head. He was so psyched up that he couldn’t even remember who would be coming out of the school after him. A figure came out of the school. Dante leaped forward brandishing his tire iron. “S***!” Nick Taylor shouted.

Dante recognized that it was Nick and stopped short. Nick was his best friend. Dante was about to bludgeon his best friend. “Oh my God, Nick! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. I was so scared!” Dante stammered.

Dante was crying now. He was so ashamed. He was usually calm and well restrained. He was pretty popular among his classmates and he had many friends. Dante had only cried in front of Nick once before when Dante’s mother had died of cancer.

Dante felt even more ashamed when he saw the look on Nick’s face. It was a look of pity. Dante felt so heartbroken by the look that Nick had given him. “I forgive you Dante,” Nick said placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“You can forgive me for just trying to kill you?” Dante asked.

“Yeah, of course. Dante, we’re all under a lot of pressure here. Anyway, I’d rather have you try to kill me than someone else,” Nick said with a laugh. “Now, let’s get out of here. I have a plan.”

As Dante followed Nick, he was reflecting on his life. He was an average student at school. He played on the basketball team at which he was a moderate player. Dante was also fairly attractive. He had a nice frame and was slightly muscular. His hair lay just over his turquoise eyes giving him an alluring mystique. Dante was also a charmer with a boyish half smile that seemed to shine with the light of his personality.

“Nick?” Dante asked.

“Huh?” Nick asked in a hushed whisper.

“I’m glad we’re such good friends,” Dante said with a heartfelt smile despite the dire circumstances.

written by I_am_daemon

Irish Ryan, he would have used a real name if he actually knew it. His last name is a mystery even to him. Ryan was his first name, but Irish was the name he made for himself because of his hair color. When he thought his time was well past him to be adopted, he left the orphanage and has been living on the streets for the past five years. He fed and clothed himself by stealing only what he needed, which he did not consider a sin. Because he had to do this, he became very good at having a good sense of his surroundings. Stealing was his main hobby aside from going to school. He only talked to a few people in his class, and those who did not talk to him would just walk by without looking. Looking at his living situation before, he was thinking that it might not be so bad considering his current situation.

As Irish sat in the back and watched his classmates leave one by one, he thought it was fitting that he would once again be by himself in the back of class. For other people, waiting this long might have made them go crazy, but not Irish. He knew the only way out, and he was at ease with that no matter what it meant he had to do. Before his name was called, he tried to get a sense of how everyone was thinking to determine who he would have to target to survive. He also noticed the closet that he was standing next to was closed with a lock on it. He wasn't stupid, only things of value have locks over it. Since there was nothing of value in this particular room, he knew that something was wrong (aside from his current situation).

When his name was called, he ran up to get his weapon but stopped to look back. Irish looked into his teacher's eyes and said,"I know someone is in there, and I'll be the one to kill him." He smiled and ran out. He walked outside to see if anybody was around, but everybody left. He hid by a nearby bush and peered inside his bag to see a cricket bat. He was pleased with this, he knew his chances of being taken down by someone without a gun had greatly decreased. He then put his hand into his pocket only to notice that there was a piece of paper inside. Puzzled, he quickly realized how this note ended up in his pocket. It read- Not much time, we should have been there by now. We need to go through this together. Meet me outside by the starting point, then.........

Whoever wrote this probably was sitting by a window on the bus that brought them here. This person probably didn't finish when he noticed that he was feeling sleepy. Irish already knew who wrote this note, he turned around only to notice a dark silhouette standing next to him. He looked and smiled as he knew this was the mystery writer who sat next to him on the bus. As they were walking off, Irish said,"So, when do you plan to kill me?" The response was,"When we are the only two remaining." "Good enough for me", Irish said. The two walked off talking of their stragegy.

written by Xurchin72

So, he thought to himself, this is it. The real deal. No escape now. Only way to escape is to win. Having left the school, he checked his bag behind the safety of a tree. He saw the glint of metal and pulled out a Machete. He grinned and chuckled to himself. Well, it wasn't the worst weapon in the world and perhaps the slicing of flesh could be satisfying. He returned the Machete to his bag and climbed the tree, hiding himself amongst the branches. Yes, thought Ulag, this will be an experience

written by Disjointeddreamer

As Kyo walked out the class he quickly reached into his bag and saw that his weapon was two grenades he then thought "I have to go meet up with Eli" He then rushed looking for Eli.

written by Soul_eater

Oshii Miike watched as Student #28, Jordan Or left the room. He honestly wasn't sure what he was thinking. The odds of being dragged into a game like this, if one could call it a game. Just what was he supposed to think? How could any one of them hold a rational thought in their head.

They were going to kill each other. He couldn't let that happen to him. He refused to.

"#28 Oshii Miike!" called out Proffesor Dayton, awaking Oshii from his thoughts.

"What choice do I have," he mumbled to himself as he stood up in acknowledgment.

"None."

Oshii looked around searching for the speaker. Nothing but blank hollow faces stared back. He shook his head and stepped up to the front of the classroom. With a grim nod he took up the field pack and left the room. He smiled at the wounded guard, the pen still jutting from the leg. He clutched the pack tightly in his hands and stepped out into the hallway.

Once outside the nightmarish building of a school, he opened up the pack. Inside were basic supplies, some food, water, a map, and a compass. Underneath the map rested a pellet gun and several packages of pellets.

"So many," he said into the night and looked at the map. He looked at the weapon in his hand. It was light in his hand. Light and yet heavy.

He looked at the map once more. He needed a plan and someplace to think and let the shock wear off. He put everything back into the bag and zipped it back up. He looked up at the stars, hoping for some sense of the time. A thought flased into his head.

"My phone," he shouted out and reached into his pocket. He could call her, tell her to get help for him. An ambassador, something. He pulled out the phone and pressed the on button.

Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. In frustration he threw the phone into the woods. It clattered against a tree.

He began to run into the distance. It wasn't safe here. He needed to live. He had to.

written by new_fate26

"Student number 25, Mcguire Diehl." Mcguire stood up and clasped his hands together. He flexed his hands abnormally to make the bones crack under the pressure and walked toward the teacher. Professor Dayton noticed a necklace hanging around the student's neck. It was a silver chain with a pendant hanging on it. The pendant was in the shape of a human body with long hair holding a hatchet. The professor wondered what the pendant symbolized. Without issue, Mcguire received his bag and left the room.

He immediatly tore open his bag to find a Steyr TMP Machine Pistol. Not as bloody and gruesome a weapon as he would have liked, but maybe more dangerous. A gun with unlimited ammo, now he can really do some damage.

He wasn't nervous; he new how this game worked, his older brother had been in it 5 years ago. He hadn't won, but he had come close. But Mcguire was smarter and stronger then his brother, and knew he could win.

A smile crawled onto his face as he walked out of the building. Unlike most of these kids out here, he had actually killed someone before. He knew many kids might hesitate before actually trying to commit murder, while he would waste no such time on hesitation. He had spent the last 5 years, ever since his brother died, training; running, building strength, target practice with guns, throwing knifes, even defensive measures with a pot lid.

Not anxious or worried, he casually walks into the trees and climbs up one, waiting for the person he decides to kill first. Even though he might die, in his heart, he wants to go after the most dangerous person, besides himself of course.

As he sits in the tree, he holds the pendant and stares at it, knowing it will give in strength in what is to come

written by Viking_Juggalo

Yashin waited nervously in the back of the classroom at the old school, knowing his number was next to be called. "Student #37, Yashin". He tensed up knowing no matter how frightened he was, the sooner he gets his day pack the sooner he can discover his weapon and be on his way. Professor Dayton threw the duffel bag at Yashin and Yashin quickly took off outside of the school, he only ran about 20 feet and hid by a tree and a couple bushes so he could check what weapon he had recieved, he was shocked to find a stun gun! He guessed it could be useful against some students, but he also realized it would be best to try to avoid encountering students with guns as there weapon. He packed the stun gun pack into his duffle bag and took off, because he knew the area was not safe. Before he left he had managed to get the attention of a couple of his friends in the classroom and had signaled to them where to meet him at after they left the school. They had all left way before him, so he could only hope they made it safely. He checked his map to see where the location was, ah now the long walk...

written by shothrougheart

Boy #6 - Taki Inamoto". Taki slowly rose to his feet, still praying that this was all a dream. This wasn't supposed to happen, he was supposed to live and long and free life, but no, not now. He staggered over to a soldier who tossed him his bag, he then took a last look at the class who, soon enough, he would be forced to kill, and walked out the door. As he walked the corridor leading to the exit of the school and the beginning of the end he pondered many things. What would happen on this island, who he would kill, or, who he would be killed by.
So many thoughts racing through his head he walked out, he knew his only hope of possibly escaping this island/staying alive for as long as possible were to join up with his friends. He sighed as he remembered a line a man had told him - "BATTLE ROYALE WHERE FRIENDS BECOME ENEMIES". Taki slouched into a nearbuy bush and checked his bag. He pulled out a pipe wrench, "Useful" he though. He then stored his pipe wrench back in his bag and set off. So many things not done, so many things not said, but it was too late, soon enough the game would begin, as would the end of his life.

He picked up his bag and fleed into the darkness in search of his friends...

written by element_skater

Matthew was ready when the professor called for him. With a steady pace he got up from his sit and proceed to the man. It was show time for him, Matthew had no desire to live, yet had no intention of dieing, he was the guy who didnt give a *beep* anymore. Society made him that way, to be a void of emotions. He longed for the sweet tone of Eva's voice, her company.... her love. He could remember the very day when she left him, and the world.......

Matthew snapped back to attention as the Professor called for his name the forth time. He found himself standing next to the bastard, and just staring at the ceiling of that damn class room. Soldier armed their rifles knowing what Matthew might be thinking of doing.
Dayton smirked. The young man grab his bag of "toys", it was little, a good sign. He proceeded out of the classroom into the mouth of fate itself. He did not know how far he walked, but he could still make out small features of the building he was in before.

Matthew's mind filled up with chaos, a maze of endless anger and sadness. He looked down and the toy he was given, brass knuckles. He knew what these things can do.

"Crap!"

Matthew look closer at the duffle bag, nothing.

"Who the *beep* comes up with these stuff?" He was angry, annoyed, he had almost every emotion inside of him, but not fear. Matthew always repeated this line when he was afraid, it was from a book he always wanted to read, but never did, he almost regret it too. Matthew fit the brass knuckles perfectly and repeated the lines over and over. "I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it is past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

written by Fenix521