Battle Royale Round 2 Story Unfolds

Battle Royale Round 2 Narrative

Narrative for BROnline Round 2 will be here.

The lights of the city flew by as the speedometer calmly hovered around 60 miles per hour. Professor Dayton lazily held onto the steering wheel with his right hand and pressed the illuminated buttons of the car stereo with his left. Changing stations, it was difficult to avoid the chatter of the media getting excited about the upcoming battle royale event. He pulled his hand away from the stereo and listened to the newscaster.

"-nd everyone is looking forward to this event. We have reporters scattered around the country trying to find out information on the students involved! It is anticipated that this could be the bloodiest event ever. Let's patch over to-"

The Professor reached forward and cut the broadcast short. He pressed a button and switched the device over to the CD changer. After a brief moment, music filled the quiet Mitsubishi Sedan. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the scene had not changed a bit. He was still driving behind the schoolbus. Several military jeeps were following behind him and he could spot a jeep driving ahead of the bus. Thin, white, smoke was slowly exhaleing from a vent in the roof of the bus. The driver of the bus has just been given the order to gas the students inside. The professor pressed the accellerator and swung the car alongside. He glanced over and looked through the windows of the rig. All of the students appeared to be asleep from the gas. He could not see most of them, for they had passed out and fallen below the windowline. He could imagine them all scattered on the seats and calmly sleeping. He cracked a grin and pulled the sedan back behind the bus. With a press of a button, he put the vehicle in cruise control. He looked around and admired the city lights. The illuminated clock in the dash of the car read "12:05". It would be another hour drive until they reached the docks. He glanced over to his cell phone. It was sitting quietly upon the passenger seat. It had not rung in days. The music that filled the car jarred him and he reached forward to change the cd in disapproval. With a touch of the button he switched it to a different cd. The soothing sounds of "Electro Glide in Blue." filled the vehicle. It was a suiting song as he cruised the highway behind the bus.

The hour went by quickly. The many lights of civilzation had been left behind miles ago. He slowed his sedan as the bus approached the military checkpoint. All the vehicles in the caravan stopped for quick inspection from the guards. Though it was only for a few minutes, it irritated him as the soldiers searched under his vehicle and shone their flashlights every which way. The front-row jeep was approved and waved forward, followed by the bus, his sedan, and the remaining jeeps. All the vehicles slowly crept forward through the dockyard. It was a few minutes before he noticed the ferry. It floated innocently near a loading dock. He had been told once that the ferryboat once worked the docks of the city transporting passengers and vehicles to the nearby islands. It had been retired and enlisted to the military. The ferry's new work was to transport military vehicles to nearby remote islands for Battle Royale events. The humble ship had been named "Destiny" and carried the name for all it's years of service. He followed as the military jeeps and the bus drove up the ramps of the ferry. When all the vehicles came to a halt, the soldiers were quick to raise the ramps and put the ferry in motion. Professor Dayton turned off the ignition and stepped out of the sedan. He took a deep breath of the ocean air and closed the car door. He looked into the distance and could not see their destination, but he knew they were heading to the island. He casually walked over to the edge of the boat and leaned against the railing. He let his mind wander as he watched the waves crash against the hull of the boat.

"Sir, we have arrived at the island. Sir" A soldier reported sternly.

Professor Dayton shook his head in disbelief. Nearly two hours had gone while he stood along the railing watching the sea pass by. He was amazed that they were at the island already. He marched over to his sedan and waited patiently in the driver's seat. The atmosphere was dead silent as he waited for the soldiers to prepare their vehicles for departure. When the ferry docked on the island they all started their engines in unison and began driving onto the dirt roads of the island. There were no lights on this island. It's barren landscape fostered no modern conviniences of electricity or running water. Equipment that demanded electrical current had to be satisfied by portable generators that were shipped to the island. He followed the bus for several miles until they reached the school. The school, or what was left of it, appeared to be a decrepit, barren, building that once was a proud monument of education. The school had endured years of weather punishment and neglect. It still stood proudly, leaky roof and all.

They pulled up to the side of the building and parked. There were several military vehicles and soldiers already present that were guarding the premises and maintaining equipment. He quickly pulled alongside the parked jeeps and shut he vehicle off. He gathered his suitcase and jacket, locked the doors of the sedan and walked quickly toward the school. Soldiers were picking up the sleeping bodies from the bus and carrying them into the building. Some of the students lazily snored as the soldiers hauled them away. He followed one of the soldiers into the building and along the dark hallways. The loud pounding of the soldier's footsteps was all that could be heard. The hallways took several turns before they reached a classroom. The room was riddled with dust and had not been used in many years. Desks and chairs were left overturned and the chalkboard was cracked and decayed. He watched as the soldier brought the student into the classroom and placed him carefully on the floor. Professor Dayton marched over to the traditional teacher's desk that was at the front of the classroom. He opened up his briefcase and waited for the soldiers to bring all the students into the room.

After all the students had been carried into the room and placed. The professor organized the soldiers to the exits of the room and they stood guard. He reached into his opened briefcase and pulled out a whistle. He looked to the soldiers to make sure they were prepared and took a deep breath. Blowing into the whistle, an eerie cry filled the air and stirred the students. Some of them woke up right away, and others had to be stirred awake by their aware classmates. It was not long before all the students were standing and staring at the professor in disbelief.

"What is going on?" One of the students shouted from the back.

"Dont be naieve! Look around." The professor shot back. "Society has given up hope on all of you now. You were given a chance to respect and obey the rules, and you have all choosen a different path. That choice has led you here to this island."

The professor turned away from the students and walked to the front of the desk. He spun his briefcase around and pulled a sheet of paper from the case. He turned back to the students and held the sheet up over his head. "This is a copy of the declaration of the Battle Royale Act." He announced. "I trust you all are familiar with it?"

The students silently stared at the professor. He paid no heed to their silence and turned on a nearby television that had been rolled into the classroom. The TV quickly showed a video that explained the basic rules of Battle Royale. When the video ended Professor Dayton spoke again. "As the video sums up, you, the enlisted students for this round of Battle Royale, are to kill each other off. There will be only one survivor. And that survivor will be rewarded with their freedom to live... amongst other things."

Some of the students looked around the classroom, others wept. Out of the crowd, one of the students emerged and shouted.

"You can't do this!"

The student broke into a sprint and charged the professor. With a quick side-step the professor avoided the attack and spun the student back into his classmates, sprawling into the ground.

"Save your energy for later Bill!" The professor demanded.

"I will call your names one by one and you will recieve a bag. The bag contains food and water for your survival and a weapon as well. Some weapons will be better than others. Use them wisely and this will ensure your victory." Professor Dayton said.

"Remember, there is no way off this island, your only hope for survival is to kill everyone else. If you choose not to kill, others will have made a different choice and will take care of you soon enough. If you attempt anything that I do not agree with, I will take care of you myself." The professor reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote. He displayed it to the students. "With this remote, I can trigger the explosives thats are embedded within your collars. This explosion will surely kill you, so do not test your luck."

Some of the students reached for their necks and acknowledged the presence of their collars. The general mood of the students was grim.

"Adam Lewis!" The professor called.

A few moments passed before the boy walked away from the crowd. He was silent and glared at the professor. He took several steps and turned his head back to his classmates. He nodded his head at them and faced forward toward the soldiers. He marched ahead and walked to the exit of the room. One of the soldiers threw a bag at him. He caught the bag and quickly sprinted out and down the hallway.

One by one, the professor called out the students and they broke free from the crowd to receive their packs. Taylor Reave silently grabbed her pack and left, as did Ari Erickson and Christian O'Ryan. Mark, Musashi Chasta and Shinji all quickly received their packs and sprinted away.

"Sushi-kun!" The professor called out. Sushi-kun delayed for a moment and then stepped forward and received a bag. The Professor called out Karl and Fate Summers and they took their bags and left. Bill was called next. He tied his shoe and stood up. He calmly walked to the soldier and caught his bag and walked out of the classroom. The professor called out several students, Lisa Penton Dodds, Gabriel Knight, Kojiro Murakawa, Stevie Nickles, Ian Damone, Solid Snake, Shinjirou Akabe, Rion and Patrick Bateman. All of the students took their bags and left the classroom without a word spoken. The professor smiled and headed toward the control room. The game was about to begin.

written by djdayton

Stevie Nickles was sitting in is bus seat close to his friends. He was never really much into sports but got along with almost everyone. One of his best friends told him that he was so easy to get along with and could always make friends easily.

A few minutes passed he and his friends were begining to wheredown from their afternoon of hyperness. He reached into his small backpack and pulled out his cd-player and began listening to his favorite band. He leanded his head against the window looking out to the stars. He slid he head back against the back part of the window so he could lean back in his seat. He yawned with his eyelids getting heavy and quickly fell asleep. He thought it was just where he would alway stay up late and get up early for school.

I tossed over onto my side felling something poking me in my back. I awoke and realized that I was laying on someone's foot. It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts but could not figure out what was going on. All the sudden some guy stood at the front of the room holding up a piece of paper. I could only gasp as he said the words Battle Royale Act. I felt of my neck and felt the collar. A million thoughts were passing through my mind including 'what' and 'oh no'. I payed attention to the video and was called to receive my survival bag. "Everyone telling me to pay attention in school, and now look at where it's got me."

written by theScorpion

Sushi was a new transfer student to the school. He got along well with the people in school, but neither of them particulaly well. He was more of the quiet and shy type. Sushi also took up a job working the late night shift in order to help boost his family income. He was gradually getting used to his new life and surroundings, but things were going to change very soon.

Sushi was very tired from his work, but he still dragged himself to school. As soon as he got to class, his head was down on the table, he couldn't last any longer, and was fast asleep.

"Sushi-kun!", a voice boomed out.

Sushi was still half asleep when he heard someone call his name. He delayed for a moment, looked around to see if it was indeed his name that was called. True enough, all eyes were on him. Slowly, he walked to the front to the funny looking man. The man handed him a large bag and told him to get lost.

"Get lost? What the...", Sushi thought to himself. He tried to ask a question, but was pushed out the door by a guard standing at the door. He hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. He hadn't been paying attention to the video that was being shown. He opened the bag, and found a leather whip, some food and water...

Slowly, the full extent of the situation began to dawn upon him. He had heard about something like this before. Intially he did not believe that such sadistic things were happening, but now, it became a gruesome reality for him. He gathered up any feelings he had left and ran out. He knew he hadn't much time to waste...He knew he had to quickly find some people he could trust and work with, or he would be the first one dead...He knew he had to think fast, and constantly be on the move...But ultimately he knew, he had to fight, and fight to survive...

Thoughts ran through his mind...

Written by Stalker_boy

Ahh Tokyo Disney seemed like a fun trip even if he was pretty much ignored. Shinjirou sighed to himself and noticed that all the people on the bus were passed out. "What is happening here? This is rather unus....." Shinjirou passed out. In his dreams fluttered the thoughts of taking the Juken and testing into Tokyo Daigaku, one of the most posh universities in Japan. Somehow the break check that he felt woke poor Akabe back into consciousness. Where am I? he thought. "Wait there aren't my classmates!"

written by Sinigami

As the class begins to regain consciousness, Kojiro calmly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of gum and places it into his mouth to be rid of the morning breath-like taste. While all the other students were in disbelief in the situation, he remained unmoved by the words "Battle Royale".

There was one thing that the other students were not aware of: Kojiro knew of all that went on during a Battle Royale. His girlfriend was a survivor of a past game and told him all of her haunting memories. She told him about how no one can be trusted and how the best of friendships become broken. Upon her return, her family and friends could not look at her the same. They called her a murderer and did not understand what she had to go through. The overwhelming pressure led to her suicide in the gym, hanging herself from the basketball rim.

Kojiro vowed that he would be her support. He would emerge from the game victorious only to validate her claims of the horrors that the game produces.

When his name is called, he catches his random bag and runs outside. While reaching into his bag, he finds his weapon. "A sickle, how appropriate."

written by MyNameIsJoel

Mark had always been a rather open and honest member of the class. Everyone knew him well, especially his friends. He wasn't exactly loud or obnoxious, but he was in no way secretive and he spent a lot of time sharing his opinions and getting to know people. He assessed his situation as he waited for his name to be called. Everyone here would know that he was decent enough to avoid all-out slaughter. And everyone also knew that he was too rational and sensible to go down without a fight. He felt exposed; everyone would know that he would fight when and if he had to. He would fight alongside friends, he was loyal, but he would have no hesitation to defend himself. Since everyone could identify that, it set him back quite considerably- he was predictable.
His name was called, and he stood up and turned to the class. He nodded in the direction of a few friends, gave a look that was not at all vulnerable but apologetic in some way to the entire class, then grabbed his bag and left the building.
He opened it and found a tire iron. He had never held one of these before, let alone fought with one. He swung it around a second, as if striking someone. With it in hand, he began to jog in a random direction to get away from the school and have a place to think, to meet up with friends, and to prepare for battle.

written by MyNameIsMark

As Adam left the school to embark on his quest, he reflected, depressed as is was often his style. But this time there was no morbid revellry, it was for real.

What am I going to do? I need a strategy, a plan. I am a chessist. Might as well think this through. I cant possible kill anyone deliberately, although for self defence and the defence of others I guess I'll make an exception. Hmm....I can possibly try and find someone to ally with, although I dont really have much to offer anybody and trust is at a premium in this game anyway... Ok, I have to find a way to do something about this game. After all, we all die, all that matters is how and why. And I sure as Hell won't die a murderer. I'll die fighting this cursed game, with all Caissa's fury!

Hah hah, Caissa, the chess goddess. I'm agnostic but a chess obsessive. Maybe I should start praying to Caissa, pray that she steers me right...funny what stupid crap the mind thinks up when in a bad situation. Now, lets see what weapon I got...come on! Give me something good! Brass Knuckles!? Oh ye Gods! I'm a strategist, not a tactitian! Calm it, addyboy, you play with cunning. Utilise the life skills inherent in your use of Alekhine's Defence. You must possess them, since chess is life, and you play an agressive defence...yes...the Planinc variation in the 4 Pawns! Down comes the centre, down comes White's chances...I will not survive this game, but if I play coolly and collectly, I can possibly hold out for a little while at least. After all, defence is my strong point. Come Caissa, I mean nobody any harm, so help me survive, and propagate your will...

written by Caissas_angel_of_Death

Ian sat quietly in the classroom as the students' names were called out. He tried to act as calm as possible but on the inside he was freaking out. How could this happen! They were going to die! I'm never going to play college football.

Yes, Ian was worried about playing football in college. He played for the school's team as a wide receiver. He was very fast and light on his feet. He was pretty sure he could outrun almost anyone here, except maybe for Taylor who was on the track team. Ian had been offered the position of quarter back but he refused it. Yeah, there was the hype and the glory that was associated with the position but all the past quarter backs had been such drama queens and whiny little b****es.

Ian's name was called. The soldier handed him his bag. Ian took it. The bag had a surprising amount of heft to it. Ian hoped that he would get a weapon that he could protect himself with as well as anyone he might be able to team up with.

Ian sprinted from the school carrying his bag. He unzipped the bag as he ran. Ian looked inside. There was a chainsaw. A chainsaw? That was going to be loud and draw attention. Plus, it would have to be up close and personal for him to use it effectively. Ian wasn't paying attention to where he was running and tripped. He spilled across the ground and yelled loudly.

"Ian?" a voice asked.

"Oh, God! Not in the face! Get back!" Ian yelped.

Ian looked up. It was his girlfriend Lisa. She came over and helped him back to his feet. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"You two hold it right there," came a voice.

Lisa and Ian both looked. They saw Karl standing before them. He had a stungun in his hand.

written by i_am_daemon

"Facinating..." The Professor muttered to himself. Standing next to the window in the control room he viewed some of the students as they slowly left the building. He hadnt even set his jacket down. It draped lazily over his right arm as he braced himself against the window frame with his left. He observed several students gather in a dark area a short distance from the school. One student emerged from the school running at top speed. He frantically ran past the group of students and disappeared into the heavy brush that was common on the secluded island. The professor waited for another moment and observed the group of students. They appeared to be calm and collected. Some of the students in the group had their weapons out of their bags, but did not appear to be ready to use them for attack. The professor noticed one of the students was holding a samurai sword. A student in the group was also admiring the meat cleaver that was received. The professor's gaze was interrupted by motion from the exit of the building. It appeared that the last student that had been called was just emerging from the building. He remembered the student's name being "Patrick". The professor could not remember the student's last name. It did not matter to him. He was not going to waste his time trying to remember names for students that will, ultimately, die anyhow. He watched as Patrick slowly walked out of the building and turned around. The student walked back toward the building and leaned against a solid brick surface of the school. Patrick rummaged through his bag, smiled and pulled a large knife from the sack.

"Ha! Some of these kids were born for this game." The professor called out to the soldiers. He walked away from the windows and placed his jacket on a nearby chair. He left his briefcase sitting on the windowsill. There were five soldiers in the room with him. Four of the soldiers had been with Professor Dayton's Battle Royale oversight team for several events. One soldier, Pvt. Higgins, had been enlisted just before this event. Pvt. Higgins had been assigned guard duty next to the control room door. Two soldiers were assigned to tend to the controlboard for "the Wall".

"The Wall", as the soldier's would refer to, is a massive collection of computer monitors, statistical screens, information printers, controls and statistic machines. All of the devices were put together on a massive electronic wall that could relay any important information from the collars that the students wore. Several of the screens displayed the student's heart rate. Other screens could be used to pull up important information on the student's history. One large monitor was a dedicated map, that displayed each student's location with help from the GPS units embedded in the collars. But most importantly, several of the monitors displayed images taken from the many security cameras that were strategically placed throughout the island. The soldiers could watch key areas of the island and monitor the students. Finally, one of the machines allowed the Professor to listen to the students as they spoke.

The professor walked up to the soldiers at the control wall. He watched the map as several indicators that represent the students scattered around the island.

written by: djdayton

Shinjirou began to reflect on his life. Being ignored and invisible to the outside world has finally started to take his toll on himself. Every time he would recieve his report card it would say straight "A's" on it. He never had the desire to do any of the clubs at his school but was evetually forced into the classical music club by Principal Dayton. Sometimes he would be forced into detention for no reason just to write the kanji "shi" every day. shi as in test, shi as in 4, and recently shi as in death.

He would turn in the Detention Paper to Principal Dayton with a strange amount of enthusiam and estatic Joy after death. Now was Shinjirou actually enjoying attention? He thought with a new since of confidence. Size wise he was rather small (about 5"1'). Shinjirou now focused in the Kanji death and began to smile. He now realized that what Dayton was doing to him was Psychological Brainwashing. He might have been in a different class than the rest, but the adgenda of why he is here is now clarion. He didn't miss that bus to Disneyland, he was 'put' on that bus to deliver death. Death to the students, death to his past, death to himself. By delivering death was going to be his source of recongintion. He was Shinjirou Akabe but now he is Danshi #18 and this is "extra credit" for him.

That is why he got the gernades; Shinjirou was supposed to 'level the playing field'. He placed his hand into the bag and pulled out two heavy lumps of metal and began to calmly toss the gernades up and down.

Then three shadows: two calm one shaking began to appear.

written by sinigami

Christian had a few wishes that he knew would never be granted. He wished he hadn't woken up in that classroom, and wished he hadn't heard the details of the Battle Royale lectured out to him and his fellow classmates. He wished he could turn back the proverbial clock, so to speak, to a time where his future didn't involve the self-indulged murder of his friends.

But there was no going back. He knew it as much as everyone else did. When his name was called, he stood up quietly, and then walked casually over to the first soldier. He wasn't going to give the bastards that ran this little program the satisfaction of seeing him scared. He grabbed his supply bag with ease and then did a half-walk, half-jog from the building.

Once outside, he immediately acquired a position in the canopy where he could watch the other students exiting while at the same time, keep from being seen. As he crouched down in his hiding spot, he opened up his bag to inspect the contents.

There were some basic items inside, but what really drew his attention was his weapon. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me," he whispered to himself as he pulled the object out of the bag, "A bloody coat-hanger....."

With a shake of his head at the irony of it all (while at the same cursing profusely) Christian zipped his pack back up and slung it around his shoulders. He then took off down a nearby trail, hoping he'd find somebody he knew.... or at least someone trust-worthy.

written by Kev18

“Oh my gawd Ian!” Lisa gawped “I wouldn’t ever kill you! I wouldn’t hurt your cutey wutey face either you big drama thing”
Lisa giggled and smothered Ian making shrill noises as she did it.
Lisa and Ian had been dating for two years now. They were perfectly matched, both coming from rich families and both being morons. They did everything together. They failed their rests together, they had similar friends and they always went to the same B grade action films together. They were both nice people although sometimes Ian got a little bit macho for his own good, but one flash of Lisa in her cheerleader outfit turned him into a bumbling puppy. They shared some form of ignorant bliss.
Suddenly she felt the warm glow from Karl’s stun gun illuminating her face. Karl had a weapon and Karl was going to wreck her and her boyfriend. Karl was a pretty close member of her group, but always seemed distant when they were doing “superficial things” as he called it. She knew the reason he hung around was because of her gorgeous friend Bec, but he had a wicked sense of humour, so no one ever really minded him. This was Battle Royale though. Everyone here except for her darling Ian was going to kill her.
She spun around hurtling her weapon, a set of throwing stars wildly around her face screaming “I will protect you Ian”
“Thanks Babe” he replied resting comfortably his duffel bag. It was a pretty good pillow actually.
Karl grimaced and shook his head in bewilderment.
He dropped his stun gun onto the floor and reached out his hand.
“Why don’t you calm down Lisa? I’m on your side. I want to escape and we can all escape together. I have the brains you guys have the-” Karl said passively
“Well I have the boobs!” Lisa said enthusiastically.
“You sure do Lisa. I’m sure you can knock any guys out with those. Knowing your brain Karl, you would have a great plan” Ian said proudly and reached over to give Karl a pat on the shoulder.
Karl smiled and looked disarmingly back at Lisa as she laid her throwing stars onto the ground.
“I think we should get started” Karl replied “We should go to-“
Lisa hastily interrupted “Thankyou so much you guys for choosing not to kill! I had a dream when I was in the room that we would end up like Banquo and Juliet. Killing each other because of their love!”
“Ah Babe. It was Macbeth and Lady Macbeth who killed each other for their undying love. She was pretty hot as well which was a shame.” Ian said
“Well you were the one who was always good at English and she wasn't that hot!” Lisa replied excitedly
Karl stared back at the two in a puzzled sense. Ian barely knew how to spell let alone analyse literature. He was an expert at analysing football tactics, but reading no.
These two would maintain their sanity well. If he were to die then they wouldn’t be so bad to die with. They were friends and they would stay friends forever when they escaped. This was an alliance to keep. This was an alliance worth dieing for.
“I luuurve you two so much” Lisa shouted out. She was being pretty careless. Anybody could have heard that shrill tone.
“I love you guys for being here as well! Thank you so much” Karl said passionately
"We love you more"
"Cmon! Lets get onto the strategy guys! Now you guys are going to have to find some chemicals for me"
Ian groaned. Chemistry totally sucked balls.

written by Maxiespaxie

Shinji half-ran, half-limped away from J5.

On the one hand, he felt glad: if it wasn't for the fact that he was one of the fastest boys in the class (100m in 11 seconds) Gabriel and/or Shinjirou would surely have killed him.

On the other hand, he felt burning anger: the plan had been that he and Shinjirou would meet up with Gabriel (who was allied to sushi-kun) and all three would attack him.

He got half of it right.

His two "allies" then turned on Shinji: Gabriel had shot him, but Shinjirou had missed with his grenades.

'Always had a cheap shot, that bastard' Shinji thought to himself.

As his anger seared through him like an inner fire, Shinji planned to himself not just revenge, but the purging of the entire class on this island.

written by alexr1407

"He's hurt pretty bad Sir!" The soldier reported.

The professor stepped quickly over to the soldier that was at the controls. He peered at the monitor that was focused on Shinji. The student stumbled forward, bleeding from a whip-inflicted gash on his leg. He appeared to be having a hard time keeping his eyes open. A small amount of blood trickled from his head where a pipe wrench had hit him.

"Turn on the audio on that kid!" The professor commanded to a nearby soldier.

The soldier complied and quickly turned dials and controls on the sound box to get a feed from Shinji's collar. He turned the volume dial up and Shinji's trembling voice filled the air of the controlroom.

"-hat bastard... shot me... augh..." Shinji muttered under his breath.

"Shot him?" The professor said aloud in question. He looked to the soldier that had watched the conflict with the security cameras for a confirmation.

"Sir. That is incorrect. Sir." The soldier pointed at the image of Shinji on the security monitor and noted that Shinji was in possession of the gun. He replayed the recorded conflict to the professor and they quickly watched as the four students wildly attacked each other with their weapons. The professor was still impressed how Shinji managed to run frantically away as the grenade was thrown into the melee. Sushi-Kun had not been so lucky and was closest to the grenade when it exploded. The professor nodded in acknowledgement as no shots were fired at Shinji.

"He must be delirious from the attacks." The professor noted. "He took quite a blow from that wrench. It probably has him pretty stirred up. He may not even remember what happened. Well, no matter, we must proceed." The professor walked over to the public address system and clicked it on. He grabbed the microphone from a tripod stand and spoke into it.

"Attention Students!" He called out. The several speakers that were scattered throughout the island echoed his voice. With the PA system, nobody could escape the sound of his voice. "We have one fatality for today. Student: Sushi-Kun. Please get out of your maps and pens and make note of the danger zones for today. If you linger in the danger zones for too long, your collar will explode and you will be eliminated. Today's danger zones are H3 and M4."

The professor turned the microphone off abruptly.

written by djdayton

Christian finally made it to H3 and dropped down next to a thin ravine, dropping his pack to the floor, trying to catch his breath. He'd been running non-stop after since he'd left the starting point and was exhausted. The boiling island humidity didn't help things either.

Now, he cupped his hands into the stream and splashed the water onto his face, trying to cool off.....

He figured he was a safe enough distance away to come up with a game plan. He wasn't an optimist, and he knew when he was in deep sh*t. He'd watched the other Battle Royales on ESPN, from Japan, to the U.K, and he knew the game inside and out. He knew player stats, could match faces to weapons, and hell, had even memorized all the danger zones in each game.

*A few hundred high schools in the entire country, and it just had to be mine* thought Christian bitterly.

He knew from watching the other BR's that he was going to have to kill, no matter what. There wasn't any escaping, or any rescue coming. There was only one survivor and that was the end of it, plain and simple.

He would kill.... but only when a fight found HIM, not the other way around.

"Attention students!!!"

Christian looked up as the professor's voice blared out over the speaker phones.

"We have one fatality for today. Student: Sushi-Kun. Please get out of your maps and pens and make note of the danger zones for today. If you linger in the danger zones for too long, your collar will explode and you will be eliminated. Today's danger zones are H3 and M4."

"God damnit..." Christian whispered to himself. He didn't have to check his map again to know he was standing in a designated danger zone. Cupping one last drink of water from the ravine, he grabbed his pack and headed out of the area as fast as possible.
written by kev18

Watching from behind the bushes Shinjirou awaited the carnage that would pursue. First there was the wild lashing from Sushi-kun. Then there was the pipebashing of Gabreil Knight then shots were fired by Shinji.

Two hours ago...
"And this is all you need to do..." said Gabriel "We'll come out on top of this game and when we do, we will have fulfilled EXACTLY what Dayton have wanted. Afterwards we can then prove who is #1 in Battle Royale"

"Hmm" Shinjirou thought to himself. "Your plan is like some twisted game of Shogi, but I like it. Let us dance in the flames of destiny. Phase 1 will be ocastrated in the lovely ballad of Sushi's and Shinji's corspes. Let me handle Phase 2, this will enact a waltz of pure carnage."

Suddenly the jungle-like battle feild is engulf in flames from the rapture known as Shinjirou. Suddenly out of the flames appears a lithe shadow basqusing in its own carnage. He sees what remains of Sushi, and unscathed Gabriel, and a battered Shinji.

"Hahahahahahah
AHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!"

"Oh did poor Shinji miss his step?" Shinjirou commented. "Ooh, but you cannot survive long with those injuries. Oh what will you do?"

Shinjirou eyes Shinji's handgun.

Shinjirou turns his back to Shinji and marvels the reap of rewards.

"Oh now we have to continue out waltz" Shinjirou chuckles manically.

"Y-you BASTARD!!" Shinji screams. "What about our original "Plan"."

"Oh that? Nevermind that. You see I am not in this to survive, I wish to simply kill all those who ignored me...no... I am here JUST to kill. You didn't think I was simply going to forget that didn't you? The only reason why you bothered to talk to me was do to the fact that I got the luck of the draw by getting the gernades. By the way, nice shot, I am glad to see that you have it in you to take someone's life. I have to say I didn't think you had it in you."

"You dirty little creep, is this all a game to you?"

"Not a game, but a waltz. This time you lead; I follow"

Ignoring the already dazed Shinji he motions to Gabriel.

"Ok, let's see who else we can lay to rest. This one is as good as dead."

"I agree, let's move on." Gabriel replied.

As they walk away from Shinji, Shinjirou procreates some BRnomics, "Trust is an oppertunity cost, forgone to achive an certain end. Remember that"

written by Sinigami

Professor Dayton drew a hankercheif from his pocket. He felt beads of sweat building on his forehead and he wiped them away with the cloth. The band of students near the school made him nervous. Several students had not moved out of the schoolyard since the game began. He assumed that the students were protesting against the game. They indicated their objection with their refusal to play. The professor thought about making the schoolgrounds a danger zone, but he was not a monster. He did not want to kill the protestors so swiftly. He wanted to wait for them to lose their cool. Perhaps one of them would snap and attack the others. An hour ago he had a soldier prepare a quick report of which students were in the schoolyard refusing to participate in the game. The report listed: Taylor, Ari, Fate, Rion, Patrick, and Bill. The Professor picked up the report again and studied the names. He looked out the window and watched the students. Five of the listed students were standing in clear view almost 100 yards away. They still appeared to be conversing amongst themselves. Patrick was not with the protesting students. The Professor scanned the area with his eyes. Just when he had given up hope of spotting Patrick he caught a glimpse of a figure near a large tree due west of the protesting group. The shadowed figure was holding a knife and patiently standing besides the tree. He's waiting for someone to stray from the group. The Professor thought.

"Sir!" one of the soldiers called out frantically. "We have a security breach! Sir!"

Immediately, after the soldiers spoken warning, several alarms began to sound from the control panels and filled the room with noise.

"What?!" The professor exclaimed. He ran over to the control panel and watched the screens. None of the equipment appeared to be working abnormally.

"What is the problem Soldier?" Professor Dayton asked.

"Sir. Someone is attempting to hack the system. They have breached the primary firewall and are attempting to circumvent the master secondary firewall. Sir." The soldier reported.

The soldier turned a dial and switched a monitor over to a Unix terminal that was used to diagnose and configure the system. He typed frantically away at the terminal in a computer language that Professor Dayton did not understand.

"There!" The soldier said proudly as he pointed at the screen. He pointed at a small window in the upper corner of the screen that showed commands being typed and more computer language. "That's him!" The soldier announced. He continued to type quickly and studied the small window that was monitoring the invader's actions. "NO!" He exclaimed. He typed even faster into the keyboard. The Professor stood patiently to the side and allowed the soldier to work. A new alarm began to sound from the Sound box that they used to listen from the microphones in the student's collars. The professor hurried over to the soundbox and looked at the status monitor. It read "UXBL#(99999HKK&".

"He's destroyed the soundbox program!" The soldier exclaimed.

"Tell me something I dont know! Stop Him!" Professor Dayton commanded.

"Sir, I am trying. Sir." The soldier responded. He tapped away at the keyboard and finally took a deep breath. His typing slowed, but did not cease. "Alright, I successfully locked out the hacker. I am running a trace on the IP address right now to find out where the culprit is. Sir."

The next 30 seconds felt like an eternity as the computer crunched numbers and traced networks to reach the source.

"Got it!" The soldier claimed. "The trace leads us to an address in northern Tokyo. 575 Hiroo Building Apt. 4 Resident... Kaori Chasta."

Professor Dayton pointed to one of the nearby soldiers and commanded, "Take that information to the chopper and radio it to landside HQ. Tell them to capture her at any cost!"

The professor turned to the monitor wall and patted the soldier on the back.

"Good work. Soldier." He commended.

"Sir, thank you. She managed to destroy the soundbox terminal, but the rest of the system is ok. I am running diagnostics now. Here is a report on the individual listed at the residence we traced. Sir."

Professor Dayton snatched the printed sheet of paper from the soldier. It showed a picture of Kaori and listed information available about her on the database. It showed that she recently graduated from a mid-level University and was working for a respected medical instrument manufacturer of Tokyo. The report listed the names of her parents and siblings. She only had one sibling listed as, Musashi Chasta.

written by Djdayton

"Hey Karl! What are you doing?" Lisa brushed up against Karl
"Not much Lis. Just thinking"
"Thinking about what"
"Not mcuh. That's what I already said."
"Were you thinking about Bec?" Karl's face suddenly shone a bight red "You were weren't you? You know I can call her right now and tell her that you like her"
"You can call her? Karl said startled.
"Sure" Lisa pulled out her cell phone adorned in a pink metallic colour and fluff balls that were bright and sparkling "I hid it in my top. It's useful that way. I always know where it is. It's so tiny and cute"
"Like you Babe." Ian added
Lisa giggled poking Karl on the face "So why do you look so weird all of a sudden. I wasn't planning on really calling her. I'm not mean. She's a nice girl and your a nice boy. I gues if you want you can speak to her after this whole incedent."
"Lisa do u realise what your saying? We can call anyone from here. They confiscated all our phones, but they didn't to yours. We can escape!"
Karl garbbed Lisa's phoneand quikcly switched it on. All three memebers of the alliance gathered anxiously around the phone's light. Lisa's pigtails shivered with excitment.
Suddenly a message illumanted on the phone. Karl pressed the button and a message appeared:
WE KNOW YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE LISA. IT IS NO USE.
"Damn it" Karl roared "We will never get out of here"
Lisa lunged at her phone smiling "Well at least we can play games to pass the time. I'm so playing Snake first"
Lisa busied herself with the games with Ian watching on urging her to go owhile Karl looked solemnly at the ground.
Karl groaned "Lisa stop playing Snake. We need to get soem more chemicals."
"Okay Karl just hold on for a minute."
Karl sighed. These people were his friends. At least they were playing Snake and not with his life.
"Go Snake Go" Lisa shouted

written by Maxiespaxie

My god... He's going to do it. Professor Dayton thought.

He watched through the windows of the control room as the two boys walked into view. He cracked the window open some, so that he could hear the students if they said anything. He signaled the soldiers to be silent as he strained his ears to listen to the students.

Gabriel and Shinjirou walked calmly in the direction of the group of protesting students. Gabriel had his pipe wrench at his side and Shinjirou held onto his remaining grenade. Both of them stared directly at the group of students. The group appeared to be consumed with their conversations, they did not pay any attention to the approaching enemies. Swiftly, without mercy, Shinjirou hurled the grenade toward the group. The grenade made a perfect arc in the sky and landed square in the middle of the conversing students. The explosive hit the ground with a "thud" and several students took notice. Fate noticed the grenade and screamed. "RUN!"

"What?" Bill responded.

"Who?" Ari questioned, looking around for attackers.

The students began to scatter and break up. Merely a second had elapsed, and the grenade exploded.

"Jesus." Professor Dayton muttered under his breath as he watched from the safety of the building. He watched as the explosion sent several of the students airborne in different directions. Fate appeared to have hidden behind a nearby boulder that sheltered her from the blast. Ari managed to find shelter at that same boulder as well. Bill, Rion, and Taylor were not as lucky. Bill was thrown nearly 50 feet away, into the path of Gabriel. Bill tried desperately to get up and fight, but could not stand on his, freshly wounded, legs. He clawed at the ground in pain. Gabriel quickly ran over to Bill and looked down. With a quick swing of his arm, he struck Bill hard upon the head with the Pipe Wrench. Bill collapsed to the ground and ceased to move. Gabriel looked toward the other wounded students and began to walk away from Bill's body.

From the trees, Patrick appeared. He ran quickly through the schoolyard with his knife drawn. He slowed his steps as he approached Bill's body and then stopped. Calling out in Gabriel's direction he yelled, "Hey!"

Stunned, Gabriel turned around and noticed Patrick for the first time.

Patrick raised his knife and plunged it into the back of Bill's body. Bill still did not move, but fresh blood began to form a pool in the sand around him.

"He was not finished." Patrick spoke sternly. He turned around and quickly ran back to the refuge of the trees.

written by Djdayton

Shinjirou and Gabriel slowly walked towards the school and noticed the 'protestors'.

"Aww" Shinjirou thought, "They don't seem to be having fun; let's fix that."

Suddenly Shinjirou noticed a girl crying and thought, now it would be interesting if I decided to spare her. He calmly chucked the gernade while the studts were singing campfire songs.

"Party's over!" Shinjirou yelled

Shinjirou straed at the camera and noticed that the red light was on.

"This is what you want, right?" Shinjirou asked then chuckled manically.

Gabriel then noticed that that Bill was trying to pop a poison dart into Shinjirou ran and then walloped him on the head.

"Thanks" Shinjirou replied.

"What shall we do with the rest of them?" Gabriel asked. "Oh I wonder indeed"

"The girl known as Ari has been spared." said Shinjirou "I want her to witness the pain that everyone else is going through. The rest of you have a choice to make. Your friends will ask you for salvation, but they are too weak to survive. The only option for them is to have them purged from battle royale. If you help them, they will betray you and kill you later."

Suddenly Bill grasped to try to hit Gabriel with a poison dart and then saw black. The black being Patrick's knife who voluntarily gave the coup-de-grace.

"See what I mean?" Shinjirou smirked. "Thank you, you saved me the effort. He was too weak to continue anyways."

Suddenly the students began to back up like several deer caught staring at headlights. They stood there in awestruck as their former classmate who they ignored and neglected licked the blood of his former classmate off his and relished its taste.

"There is nothing like a fresh kill."

Shinjirou armed with a pipewrench now grimiced and slowly walked towards the pack of students, armed to the teeth. Some seem to have a fighting chance, while others, seem to be ready for a slaughterhouse or stockade. Now the students will know what happens when one is ignored for so long.

written by Sinigami

Adam entered the clinic nervously.

I must hide. I need a base, somewhere to work against. Descartes worked from nothing up. What bull *beep* Descartes also accomplished nothing. I am, I exist fails! It matters not. For an effective defense, I require some sort of base. There might be someone here though! I have no choice. I have to do this. I have a pathetic weapon, given my physical capacity. I may find something here. Are you mad? This is a place of healing, not of death! It matters not! I sense the end is nigh anyway....Caissa! Protect your humble servant in his hour of need! My enemies doth follow, I am hunted. I must take refuge deep within the bastions of the clinic, and pray for assistance...

written by caissas_angel_of_death

Mark and Stevie had been hanging together for a while now, but hadn't come across any other students. Mark knew that some of his other friends on the island would back him up if he called for help- or at least hoped. He tapped his tire iron against the floor, and then swing it through the air, practicing for any self-protection he might need to do. He looked to Stevie, and asked where he thought would be best.
Stevie suggested a direction, and Mark nodded. No point in wandering too far, there was no real purpose to their journey as of yet. They were just concerned with surviving for the time being

written by MyNameIsMark

"Eeeew! This is majorly cuh-ree-py!" Lisa exclaimed as the Trio entered the abandoned amusement park.

"We have to be careful, there could be anyone hiding here. There are just too many places for anyone to hide here," Karl said.

Ian looked around. He couldn't see anyone right out. If anyone else was here they probably were hiding. "You know what this reminds me of?" Ian asked.

"What's that hun?" Lisa asked still holding tightly onto Ian's arm.

"This reminds me of an episode of that show Scooby Doo, Where Are You?" Ian explained.

"I guess I can see that," Karl said. "We are in a spooky amusement park."

"I wouldn't be surprised is some crazy robot, a ghost clown or an evil bearded lady walked out right now," Ian chuckled.

"Then we would be able to meet some celebrity like the Scooby Gang did each time. Maybe we could meet Dick van Duck? Wasn't he in an episode about a haunted carnival?" Lisa said.

"You mean van Dyke," Karl corrected.

"No Dick van Duck was a man, not a dyke," Lisa said with a furrowed brow.

"Hun, you could be Daphne and I could be Fred. Except I'm not wearing a stupid scarf. Who can Karl be?" Ian asked Lisa.

"He's not a stoner like Shaggy and he's not a dog like Scooby. He's smart so he can be Thelma!" Lisa suggested.

"Yes! Thelma!" Ian exclaimed.

"Don't you mean Velma?" Karl asked.

"Who's that?" Ian asked.

"The smart girl with glasses on Scooby Doo," Karl explained.

"Yeah, you're Thelma," Lisa said again.

Karl just shook his head.

written by i_am_daemon

Gabriel Knight sat down. It was the first time he could more or less relax in this game. He opened a bottle of water and tried to recall what's happened to him since the game began.
First there was the introduction. Their class was relatively small - only 20 people, and it didn't take Dayton too long to scare the hell out of them. Gabriel recalled seeing his classmates' faces - some frightened, some - trying to memorize the rules, and then there was a kid who just slept through the entire speech. "What a great way to start the game," Gabriel said to himself. He spotted a tall teenager he'd never seen before, and decided to try to talk to him once they got out of the school building. His intuition didn't fail him - they didn't have much time to discuss things like hobbies and favorite tv shows, but what they had in common was the desire to survive in this game, even if it meant killing their peers. They agreed to split and meet at J5 - it seemed far enough, and hey - just what were the odds of somebody else getting there? They were low, but it happened nevertheless - both Shinjirou and Gabriel met their classmates as they approached the rendezvous point. Gabriel stumbled across Sushi-kun, and Shinjirou met Shinji; their classmates carried a leather whip and a handgun, respectively.

Gabriel recalled discussing that with Shinjirou and deciding to get rid of one of their new allies, because otherwise their group would become too big and much harder to control. They decided to flip a coin to decide who will come with them, and who will have to be killed - 'heads' for Shinji, 'tails' for Sushi-kun; the winner would be spared - as the proverb goes, "When in Rome..." Ironically, it was the coin that failed them - it landed amid the high grass, and there was no way to find it. "Well," said Shinjirou with evil grin on his face, "I guess it means I'll get to use my grenade..." If there was anything Gabriel has ever been good at, it was Math - his parents liked to brag that he was a Calculus II Honors graduate. He had never thought that he would use his knowledge for something as sinister as that, but the circumstances required it, and it was a matter of minutes before he came up with the plan to get rid of both Shinji and Sushi. Sushi's whip was a weak weapon, but when combined with Gabriel's pipe wrench, it posed quite a threat. Shinji's gun could cripple anyone, let alone Sushi. Now it was all up to Shinjirou - his grenade had to hit only two people, and that would be a bit tricky... It didn't take much time to convince Sushi-kun to help them attack Shinjirou - granted, his whip was too weak a weapon, and he would have agreed to anything at that point. As for Shinji - well, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, and it was easy to talk him into killing Sushi... It was pure evil, and Gabriel knew it. When the four of them finally met, it was quick and brutal - the sudden burst of flames and shrapnel from Shinjirou's grenade, Gabriel and Sushi charging Shinji who, by some miracle, survived the blast, the sound of Sushi's whip hitting Shinjirou, and the barrel of Shinji's gun - cold and patient, ready to spit out a deadly piece of metal at whoever comes its way. It was Sushi. He did exactly what he was told to and, delirious from the explosion, didn't realize that he was double-crossed by the people he considered his friends. Gabriel had just enough time to hit Shinji's head with his clumsy, yet effective weapon - pipe wrench.
That wasn't right... shouldn't have happened that way... of course, Sushi was dead, and that meant that 5 per cent of the students got eliminated, but Shinji got away - wounded, limping, but still fast enough to get out of their sight.

Shinjirou and Gabriel had to move fast - someone could get attracted by the gunshots. What would be the last place a sane person would go to?.. School. Strange as it may be, it didn't become a danger zone, and, evidently, there were some protesters who didn't want to play the game. What a great way to use the remaining grenade...
It was even bloodier than the last time - some of them managed to avoid the blast, but the grenade hit quite a few, nevertheless: Taylor, Bill, and Rion were among the wounded. Acting fast, Gabriel approached Bill Salazar and hit him with the wrench. He was about to walk back to Shinji, who was in the middle of some sort of speech (apparently, addressed to the survivors), as he heard some movement behind his back. Slowly, he turned and saw Bill use the last of his strength to pull the blowgun's trigger. It truly was a night full of surprises - Patrick Bateman appeared out of nowhere, slit Bill's throat with his knife, and tossed the gun aside. "He was not finished," he said with a strange grin. "Um... thanks?" was all Gabriel Knight could come up with. He waited for Patrick to leave, then slowly approached the gun, and grabbed it. It was an alright weapon - much better than his pipe wrench and, though not as reliable, it would be a decent upgrade. Shinji, having used both of his grenades, got the pipe wrench, and they waited...

A few hours later, they heard someone's footsteps. That alone alarmed them - Patrick didn't try to speak with them and you'd never hear him walk, even in the middle of a tropical forest; the other students by the school were too weak to move, or in the state of denial and shock, unable to do anything at all. Their guest was Christian O'Ryan, and he was carrying a wire coat-hanger - he seemed to have thought he could use it as a weapon, and he also seemed to be willing to play. "Hey, new guy!" Gabriel shouted. "You can join us if you want a better weapon, y'know." Christian stopped, alarmed and confused. Reluctantly, he walked toward two students who, according to the announcement, had murdered two of his classmates.
"How do I know if I can trust you?"
"Look for yourself."
Now that the sun was up, the view was even more bizarre - Bill's dead body, someone's limbs laying on the ground, blood splattered all over the grass and the school's walls, and the students - crying, bleeding, or not moving at all. "Impressive, eh? Well, you have our word that we won't touch you..." Later that night, Gabriel and Shinjirou went to get better weapons, and to stop somebody's sufferings. The 'lucky' student was Rion - a quick shot from blowgun and a strike with pipe wrench were more than enough for him... Shinji took the machine gun from Rion's backpack and, holding the pipe wrench that neither he nor his ally would need anymore, turned to Christian. "So, are you with us?"

written by Grigory the Wanderer

It was all happening very quickly. The protesting students were being slaughtered like grazing sheep meeting a pack of wolves. The amazed professor stared out the window in awe as another student was introduced to his untimely death. He watched as Gabriel and Shinjirou overpowered the wounded student, Rion. The poision dart from Gabriel's blow gun effectively neutralized Rion as Shinjirou swiftly landed a killing blow with his wrench. It was cold and eerie. His attention was then drawn to the other side of the schoolyard. He noticed that Patrick appeared from the trees and was approaching the wounded Taylor.

"Sir!" One of the soldiers called.

"What is it? Soldier." Professor Dayton shouted back.

"Sir. We have report on the Chasta residence. Sir."

"Very well..." Professor Dayton walked over to the control wall. The soldier handed the professor a typed report that had recently printed from the fax machine. He scanned the report quickly and let out a obvious sigh of disgust. The report told him that Kaori Chasta's residence was vacant. The soldiers found only a card table and a chair. The phone jack had been used recently for an internet connection, but Kaori had apparently been doing her homework on this project. She left not a single trace of her existence in the small apartment. The fax also reported that the soldiers were going to start searching for Kaori at her relative's homes. Professor Dayton did not have a shard of hope for them to find her. His gut feeling told him that she would play very hard to find. Armed with her computer, she still poses a severe threat to the integrity of Battle Royale. He walked over to his briefcase and opened it. He placed the report inside, closed the case and walked away.

When he returned to the window, he looked for Patrick. He could not see the student. anywhere. A large boulder in the distance was covered in blood. Taylor's lifeless body lay at the base of the rock with a knife portruding from her back.

"How did that boy make such a mess?" The professor asked himself out loud.

"Heh." Chuckled the soldier at the controls.

"What?" The professor questioned at the soldier.

"Sir. We caught it on tape. Sir."

Professor Dayton strolled back to the wall and waited for the soldier to play the recording on the screen. The fuzzy image was taken from one of the island's older survailence cameras. The scene was frozen on a frame of Patrick approaching Taylor. The soldier started the recording and the images on the screen came to life. Patrick walked calmly toward the boulder as Taylor became panic stricken. Taylor clawed her way along the side of the boulder and found her way to the top. She appeared to be screaming at Patrick as he stood at the base of the boulder. Her head turned from side to side as she looked for a safe exit. She drew her meat cleaver from her pack and shook it in the direction of Patrick. Calmly, Patrick turned his back on Taylor and walked away. He took 10 precise steps away from the rock and turned around to face it again. Taylor stood silently at the top of the rock and stared. Finally, Patrick swung his arm and sent the knife flying through the air. The knife embedded itself in Taylor's shoulder. She dropped to her knees and put one hand down on the rock to brace herself. Professor Dayton leaned forward and looked at the monitor very closely. He could tell that Taylor was speaking, but he could not read her lips. She appeared to black out and slowly rolle down the boulder, leaving a trail of blood along her path. She came to rest at the base of the rock and dropped her cleaver. Patrick walked forward and removed his knife from her shoulder and turned her over. He plunged the knife into her back put her to rest. He slowly picked up the meat cleaver and disappeared behind the boulder.

That was hard for him. She must have said something that shook him up... The professor thought.

Professor Dayton collected his thoughts and walked over to the public address system. He turned on the microphone himself and announced to the island. "Attention Students! The current danger zones are F5 and G2. Two students were slain today, Rion and Taylor. That is all."

written by DjDayton

Somehow the words of what Shinjirou said made since to Patrick and Shinjirou had a mutual respect for him. Although he was not part of the original plan, he could just as esialy be calculated into the equation because he possessed something that set him apart for the others: self motivation. If Shinjirou, Gabriel, and Patrick was going to survive, this was an attribute that will be needed.

"You see he has the right idea." Shinjirou chuckled manically.

Suddenly a bunch of shots were fired from Rion's machine gun, but silence was met with a blowdart.

"Aww what's the matter?" Shinjirou retorted while picking up the M-16 shell. "Surely this was supposed to hit me?"

The toxin was starting to get to Rion and his body began to jerk around in a spasmic manner.

"Oh does that hurt? What? You want the pain to end? Why I'll be happy to oblidge!"

Shinjirou took the pipe wrench and buried it into his head. Blood gushed everywhere and poured all over the clothes of Shinjirou.

"Aw, tsk tsk tsk. You ruined my good shirt." Shinjirou said as he kicked the corspe's jaw in.

"Now to move onto the other weakling" Gabriel replied.

The two were about to spproach the other gilr with the meat cleaver when suddenly, what's this? A coathanger? Yes a coathanger was wrapped around the throat of the lass. Now this could only mean that someone there heard the words of wisdom bestowed upon the crowd of protesting misfits. That girl some how escaped the wrath of the coat hanger just to ascend to the top of a boulder.

"Fool" Shinjirou thought. "Exposing yourself when your wounded, is one of the easiest ways to get killed. Observe everyone!"

As the girl made it to the top of the boulder, she noticed she made one crucial error: she subjected herself to a case on feebleness. That feebleness was answered with Patrick's knife. Suddenly she lost grip of her meat cleaver and it fell from her grasp into the capable hands of Patrick.

"I'll be taking this if you don't mind." Patrick replied in a calm manner.

Patrick then kicked her off the boulder and she dived face first into the asfault. Patrick, armed with his new meat cleaver, then disappeared into the shrubs.

"Well it is nice to have other people do the work for us, now isn't it Gabriel?" Shinjirou said calmly.

"Yeah... say let's just see what happens for now." Gabriel replied.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Shinjirou asked.

"I have a plan, just don't attack these four for now.Let our 'message' sink into their heads first; they'll do something. For now let's take a feild trip. I mean while we're here, we might as well go sight seeing"

"You know, I agree with you." Shinjirou said as he went to pick up the machine gun. "Let us prepare for the picnic first."

written by Sinigami

Mark and Stevie had been running in the same direction that Stevie had suggested for quite some time. "Let stop and rest for a moment." said Mark

"Alright." replied Stevie getting a drink from his cantine "It's a shame that close friends would turn on each other."

"You'll never know what someone is capable of. At least not until backed into a corner." Mark replied

There was a couple of minutes of silence between them when they hear gunshots. "So much for going in that direction." said Mark

"I'm with ya." Stevie answered as he and Mark started off in a new direction.

They started off running side by side but due to some brush and weeds Stevie eventually wound up being in front of Mark. Stevie held up his arm to knock a limb out of his way. "WhoooOOAAAA! Mark Stop!!" shouted Stevie.

"Wha.." Mark said as he stopped in his tracks. He saw Stevie fall and roll down a large embankment. Trees and brush were blocking Marks view of the bottom. He listened for a thud or for the rustling to stop. It eventually stopped. "You okay!" yelled Mark ~Probably not the smartest thing to do Mark~ he thought.

He waited for a reply but there was none. "Crap." He said as he started to look for a way down the large embankment.

Stevie rolled and slid down the embankment. As he neared the bottom he hit his head on a rock and was knocked unconscious. A few moments later Stevie woke up. His forehead was trobbing. He placed his hand nad found that he had been bleeding. ~No telling how long I was out so I might as well not yell up to the top~ he thought ~I'd best keep going. Mark would.~ Stevie gathered his things continued on.

A few moments passed and Stevie decided to rest for a bit. His head was still hurting but not like it was. It had lessened to a small headache. Stevie heard footsteps close by; he froze. He drew his crossbow ready to defend himself. He saw three figures walking across infront of him. The three figures were Karl, Ian and his girlfriend Lisa. "Good" Stevie sighed

"Hey you guys." said Stevie. The three of them jumped ready for attack. Stevie, Karl, and Ian were pretty close friends. The three of them and Mark had the same gym class. When they would play touch football in gym they would tackle other when the teacher wasn't looking. All of which was good for a laugh.

"Stevie," said Ian

"I'm glad to see that you're alright." said Karl

"Same here. I didn't see any action but I sure heard it." Stevie said

"Well all that matters is that you are safe." said Lisa "Have you seen Mark?"

"Yeah, we met shortly after we left the school. I lost him a while back though cause I fell down some large embankment. I hit my head on a rock too." Stevie replied

"Well we know that didn't hurt." said Karl with a smirk

written by TheScorpion

"Soldier! Hit the roof! Lock and Load!" The professor shouted into the Motorola Radio.

"Sir. Yes. Sir." The radio responded, with a hint of distortion.

"I dont trust this... I dont trust this one bit." Professor Dayton said aloud to the soldiers in the control room. He pointed at one of the armed men next to the door and commanded, "You, go to the roof as well! Stand guard and shoot anyone that attempts anything on our compound!" The soldier saluted the professor and marched out of the room. He closed the door behind him and his footsteps quickly faded down the hallway.

The professor turned to the soldier at the monitor wall and asked. "How many did you say again?"

"Five. Sir." The soldier answered.

"Why would five students want to come back here?" He asked indirectly.

"Not a clue. Sir."

The professor grumbled and walked over to the window to observe. The atmosphere was changing and a slight fog was beginning to sweep over the schoolyard. He grabbed a pair of binoculars from a military back nearby. Peering through, he scanned the area for students. Ari and Fate, the two remaining protestors, were now over near the boulder that Taylor had been slain. They had probably went over to check if their ally was still alive. Hopes dashed, they simply sat next to the corpse in silence. Patrick Bateman was nowhere to be seen. The professor looked everywhere, but could not spot him. Patrick's last sighting involved a very vicious attack on Christian. The professor looked back where the attack took place and Christian appeared to be trying to bandage his large wound that ran from his left arm to the midsection of his chest. His clothes were drenched in blood and he appeared to be having a difficult time standing. The loss of blood was taking it's toll, but alas he was lucky to still be alive. Christian tore a new length of fabric from his shirt and put the final touches on his makeshift bandages.

"They should be in view now. Sir." The soldier called from the wall.

"Alright." The professor responded. He looked around the area and finally spotted them. Four students were approaching the schoolyard. They had their weapons prepared except for one of them. One of the students appeared to be entertained by a cellphone while walking with the group.

"She still hasnt given up on that cellphone. Ha!" The professor called out. He watched as the students approached the schoolyard quietly. A fifth student came into view trailing behind the group. The professor wondered if it was Patrick. It would be just in that kid's style to attack the group from behind without warning. As the student came more into focus, the professor noticed that it was not Patrick.

written by Djdayton

Mark had remained silent for a long time. He had been contemplating the situation, pacing the island through various hexes, trying to formulate a plan. This wasn't working too well, because he didn't have any idea where the game would take him. His eventual decision was to head back to the school, since there he would encounter lots of people. whichever way the game would unfold, he would find some interesting or productive result from being with people- were it finding friends with which to escape, or be it attacking or being attacked, which while unpleasant would mean that the game was having an effect, and the end of this nightmare would be all the closer. He hated the idea that he would be trapped on this island for much longer, and if he were to wish for anything else other than to win or escape (Which of course was his primary objective), it would be to at least go down fighting.
He entered the clearing outside the school, and people were everywhere. Students were all in groups or alone, gathering outside the school- either to attack each other or to pose a threat to the military within it. Either way, mark new this next atack phase would be eventful.

written by MyNameIsMark

“Oh my gawd Ari” Lisa moved over to where Ari was crying holding onto her body “Oh my gawd. Don’t cry”
She moved her hands around Ari’s neck whispering “It’s only a stupid game after all”
The others stood perplexed surrounding the two figures trying to offer some form of comfort, but were unable to express themselves in such a horrifying situation.
Karl looked on proudly as Lisa offered a hand to Ari. There group had gotten so big. Such intrinsic trust could have not been achieved without their personalities. Now Ari was part of the group, so simple, so easy.
Suddenly a ruffling in the bushes made each member shuffle in fear.
From the bushes they could only hear a small whimper “um…guys. My name is Mark and I hope you guys are okay with me staying-
Lisa rushed over to Mark and toppled him with a huge hug, but to her surprise another classmate stood standing near them both with a grin, Christian O, Ryan.
“Oh my gawd Christian” she reached over to him planting a large kiss on his skin “You and Ian always used to get along. You can totally join our group”
Christian smiled back at her, his bright green eyes showed a glimpse of hope.

written by maxiespaxie

Professor Dayton watched from the window of the aged school. His binoculars yeilded a nice view of the group of students. Earlier, the soldier at the wall reported the names of the students that returned to the schoolyard. The professor watched as Lisa greeted the silent Ari. She also appeared to greet Mark and Christian as they approached the group.

"What is she doing? Is she trying to form a peace rally?" The Professor asked out loud. The lone soldier at the monitor wall did not respond. "Good god! If they decide to protest too... I'm gonna have to kill them off myself." The Professor thought about disabling the random "danger zone" generator computer, in favor of a simple override that would make the schoolyard a danger zone soon. He shrugged off the thought and continued to watch the students talk amongst themselves.

"Sir... you should see this. Sir." The soldier called out.

The professor visited the soldier and observed. The soldier pointed to a screen that showed three students in a clearing. Gabriel, Shinjirou, and Shinji were within close proximity of each other. The security camera showed that Shinji had his gun drawn and pointed in the direction of the other two students. Gabriel had his blowgun prepared and Shinjirou had his Gun drawn as well. The scene reminded the professor of an old western standoff.

"What the hell!" The soldier exclaimed.

"What? What is it?" The professor asked.

The soldier typed some commands on the keyboard and switched a different security camera to the main screen. The screen was filled with a huge image of somebody's eye. The eye looked very closely at the screen and then began to back away from the camera. When the mystery face came into view, the soldier confirmed it as the student, Solid Snake.

"What is he doing?" The Professor asked.

"Not sure. Sir."

They watched as Solid appeared to reach forward and wrestle the camera free from it's low perch in the tree. He held the camera up high and pointed it at himself. He strapped his crowbar to his belt and held out his fist. Defiantly, he extended his middle finger and jerked the camera forward. A snowy-static image filled the screen indicating that the camera was not connected to the system any longer.

"I suppose he is not haveing a grand time out there. Sir." The soldier remarked.

"You got that right." The Professor added.

written by Djdayton

The fog that once plagued the schoolyard subsided. Professor dayton calmly ate away at a cold danish that had been stored in the cooler. He watched the students like a hawk. Lisa was still consoling Ari and taking the time to rally his spirits. The professor could not hear what she was saying, but he could tell she was conversing with Ari. She ran her hand through his hair and led it away from shadowing his face. Ari looked up and cracked a smile. He brought himself to his feet and drew out his samurai sword. He held out his hand to greet the other students in peace. A silent moment passed as none of the other students reached out to shake his hand. The smile disappeared from his face and he appeared worried. He spoke a few words before Ian pulled the starter cord on the chainsaw and lunged forward. Ian swung the saw in a perfect arc and brought it down on Ari's left shoulder. He throttled the chainsaw and pulled it downwards, successfully severing Ari's arm from the rest of his body. Ari screamed in terror and stumbled back. He brought his free hand up to his shoulder and clutched the wound to dull the pain. He looked down at his own arm laying upon the ground and shouted at the other students. He dropped to one knee and stared blankly at the ground. The pain was too much and faint appeared to be pulling him down. Without warn, a crossbow bolt quickly embedded itself deep in Ari's head. As the life drew out of Ari's body, he appeared to sway slightly before he finally fell to the ground. Lisa gave Stevie a thumbs up and they all appeared to smile. Christian was not smiling. He took cautious steps back away from the group and held his pipe wrench firmly. Not paying attention to his path he backed right into Mark. The, panic-stricken, student quickly turned around and swung the wrench wildly to keep Mark at a distance. Mark responded with a swift sidestep and swung the tire iron at Christian. He landed a blow on Christian's forearm and knocked the pipewrench loose. Christian shreiked as the wrench his the ground and he bent down quickly to retrieve it with his good arm. He grabbed the wrench and swung it at Mark again. Mark dodged the blow and stumbled back. His foot caught a rock and he fell backward onto the hard terrain. Christian marched toward Mark in fury. He swung the wrench again and hit the ground as Mark rolled aside. Christian stood upright and screamed toward the sky. He dropped the wrench and fumbled as he tried to reach behind his back with the good arm. The source of his pain was a throwing star that was embedded in his back. Professor Dayton watched as the student tried desperately to reach the star that was deep in the midsection of his upper back. Christian pulled the star free and turned toward the group of students. His face was dirtied with sweat, dirt, and blood. He threw the bloodied throwing star toward the students. The star wildly cut past Karl, nearly catching him in the neck. The star went some distance before falling harmlessly to the ground. Lisa drew another star from her pouch and threw it with precision. The star landed directly in the center of Christian's neck. He held his hands up to his neck and struggled to stay on his feet. After a moment's struggle he fell to his knees and picked up the pipe wrench again. He threw the wrench at Lisa and she stepped out of it's path easily. Karl walked over to the ailing Christian and turned on his stun gun. He stepped forward and tried to use it on the hurt student. Christian swung his wounded arm out and knocked the stun gun from Karl's hand. He appeared to mutter a few words and then fell to the ground. His hand broke free from his neck and extended away from his body along the ground. The throwing star glistened in the sunlight from his neck. Mark stood up and regrouped with the other students. Karl and Ian talked for a moment as Lisa helped Mark brush off all the dirt and debris that clung to his clothes from rolling on the ground. Mark's attention was diverted and he pointed toward the other end of the schoolyard. Professor Dayton looked to the left to see what Mark was pointing at and saw that Fate was running away from the group of students. She clumsily ran with her heavy mace in one hand. Every other step she would turn her head to look over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. She tried to cut under a tree while looking behind her and effectively hit her head on a, low grown, limb. She fell to the ground, unconcious, under the tree. The professor let out a supressed laugh and he drew his attention to the students again. They did not appear interested in pursuing the fumbling Fate.

"Sir. Shinji has been eliminated. Sir." The soldier called to the professor.

"Is it worth review?" The profesor called back.

"Sir. Not really. Sir." The soldier responded. "He didnt really put up much of a fight."

"Must have been pretty tired." Professor Dayton concluded. "Got a visual?" He asked the soldier.

"Yes. Sir."

Professor Dayton walked over to the wall. The soldier displayed the area where Shinji was slain. Blood stains appeared all over the grass and Shinji's lifeless body lay peacefully on the ground. His body was riddled with gunshot wounds from the machine gun and a poison dart portruded from his shoulder. The professor turned away from the monitor wall and walked over to the public address system. He turned the system on and announced to to the island. "Attention. The following students have been eliminated from Battle Royale: Shinji, Christian, and Ari. I am pleased with the effort you have all put fourth and will delay the addition of danger zones for the moment. The danger zones will continue to be F5 and G2. I will ADD two additional danger zones on the next phase."

The Professor grabbed the handheld Motorola and called the soldiers back from the guard on the roof. He commanded them to return to their normal duties.

"Sir." The soldier called.

"Yes. Soldier." Professor Dayton called back.

"Sir. We have a update report on the pursuit of Kaori Chasta. Sir."

The professor walked over to the soldier and grabbed the faxed report. He read over the report and let out a deep breath. In a very low voice he muttered.

"This is not good..."

written by Djdayton

Shinji with two darts in his neck and the lashing from Sushi's whip was just too much for him. Suddenly Shinjirou appeared with a machine gun and laughing manically. Shinji shot wildly at Shinjirou, but to no avail missed. Shinjirou returned fire and missed.

Time, for some reason just seemed to pause and the poison from the dart was making everything hopeless for being able to hit the assailant. Shinji just paused for a second and calmly placed the gun on his temple.

"Oh no you don't!" Shijirou gasped then riddled his chest with eight or nine rounds.

"Wow, you're more evil than I thought!" Gabriel laughed "Denying one's self of suicide."

"This is Battle Royale." Shinjirou explained. "He desreves to die in valor."

"Oh now come on! You're just justifing killing, but that's what I like about you."

The evening progressed into a calmer one while the flowers bloomed and the birds chirped. There in the feild layed a boy riddled with bullets and two more walking away drenched in the blood of their former classmates both dawning the danshi numbers 13 and 18 respectively. For a moment, the two cold blooded killers finally appeared to be human. In Battle Royale, it seems that this is as peaceful as it gets.

written by Sinigami

Mark couldn't believe what he had done. He had attacked another student, and his group had caused their death. He knew that it was wrong, and he didn't want to have to become a killer. But he remembered that the student had come toward him. That was why he had attacked, yeah, that was it. He had been defending himself and the group. Still, he couldn't shake off a sense of guilt.

written by MyNameIsMark

"Is he dead?" Lisa asked as she and Ian looked down at the body of Ari.

Ian knelt down and looked at Ari's body. He wasn't moving. His arm was severed off and bleeding profusely. He had an arrow sticking out of his head. "Yeah babe. He's dead."

"You sure? You might want to check again," Stevie said harshly. He was clearly shaken up by the whole ordeal.

In fact, everyone was shaken up. Ian didn't know how it happened he just knew it did. Ian tried to recall whether he made the first move or it was in fact Ari. Had Ari made a move for him with the sword. Christian must have made some kind of move as well because he was now lying dead on the ground.

"It happened so fast," Karl said.

"It had to be either us or them," Mark replied trying to rationalize the situation. Or was he just trying to justify what he did.

"We'll make it to the end of this thing. All of us together. There are others out there killing. We've heard the names, so someone is killing other students," Karl explained.

"I think five is a good number for the team anyway. We all get along pretty well anyway. I feel like we can trust one another," Stevie said.

"Yeah, Stevie and Mark can be Scooby and Shaggy," Ian said.

"Huh?" Stevie wondered he was trying not to wretch from the stink of blood in teh air.

"Don't ask," Karl said.

"We need a team name!" Lisa cried.

"We can be the Marauders!" Ian suggested.

"Pfft, don't be silly. A true team name has to use our initials!" Lisa said.

Lisa furrowed her brow. She was deep in thought. She was coming up with a word that could be formed from their initials. "Ah-ha! SKILM! We are team SKILM!"

"Why not team MILKS? It's a word" Mark sighed.

"Oh. My. Gawd. Mark you are a genius. MILKS it is!" Lisa cooed.

"That was a good idea babe!" Ian said as he gave Lisa a kiss on the cheek.

Stevie wondered how Lisa and Ian could just go from killing one of their classmates to being so glib. He wished he could be that naive.

"What about Fate?" Karl asked.

They all looked to the girl lying on the ground. "Is she dead?" Lisa asked.

"I don't know. I'm not checking her though. I already checked to see if one guy was dead."
written by i_am_daemon

"She looks dead Ian" Lisa said
"Babe You are so right. Lets just go" Ian responded "I reckon you are the smartest one out here. When we escape as TEAM MILKS, I think you can be smarts and I'll be the"
"Smarties?"
"Babe I think I love you"
Lisa breathed in "I love you two! You are the hottest football player out there"
"Babe if I'm a smartie than I think your an M+M"
"Why is that honey?"
"Cause you beautiful and magnificent. Get it M+M?"
"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me"
"No Lisa your the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me"
Everyone in the group wore faint hints of smiles. At least with Ian and Lisa, Battle Royale might seem slightly amusing.

written by Maxiespaxie

Professor Dayton closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he re-opened his eyes, he confirmed what he had read on the received fax. According to the report, Kaori Chasta had used her credit card to make a purchase at a gas station on the coast of the mainland 20 miles away. Soldiers that were dispatched to the location learned from the gas station attendant that Kaori was heading to one of the dockyards nearby. Soldiers on the premises conducted a massive search for her and came up clueless. After checking records, several vessels that were registered to the docks were noticed missing. But, unfortunately, the records were outdated and inaccurate and there is no sure way to tell if any boats were stolen.

"Sh*t!" Professor Dayton erupted.

"Sir. What is wrong? Sir." The control wall Soldier asked.

"According to this report, for all we know, Kaori might be heading to this island via stolen vessel. She's hell-bent on saving her brother. We simply can't have any interference from her in this game." The Professor tugged at his chin with his hand and thought deeply. A few moments passed and he spoke again. "The only sane place to dock on this island is at the North Shore at sector A2. That is where we docked this island and brought everything here. Right?"

"Yes. Sir."

"Ok. We already have two troops stationed there at sector A2. They are guarding the boat which is anchored offshore. Radio them and tell them to watch for her. Nobody, unauthorized, will enter this island. Shoot to kill."

"Yes. Sir."

"What worries me is that there is a calm area on Sector A4 that could be used to access the island. The rest of the island's shoreline is too dangerous to access, jagged rocks, powerful waves, etc etc." The professor turned to the soldier stationed at the doorway. "You. Soldier. You have a special mission. You must carefully move to sector A4 and stand guard. If anyone approaches the island you know what to do."

The soldier looked at the professor and took a deep breath. He readied his machine gun and saluted the professor. Quickly, he opened the door and left the room without word.

"Sir. The students in the schoolyard have eliminated Fate Summers. They attacked her all at once. Sir." The control-wall soldier announced.

"Good. That girl was bound to get herself killed even without their help." Professor Dayton quipped. He walked over to the window and looked at the group of students. They all surrounded the slain body of Fate. A slight motion caught his attention to his left and he turned his head. The dispatched soldier exited the building and quickly ran toward the treeline. Within seconds, he disappeared in the foliage.

"Hope he makes it to the shore in one piece." The professor spoke softly.

The Professor's mind was very preoccupied. He quickly announced Fate's elimination on the PA system and went over to the monitor wall to observe.

written by Djdayton

The voices spoke softly. He could not understand what they were saying, but he knew they were speaking at him. The shadowed faces were too far away for him to recognize them, but they were approaching slowly. His body felt paralized, not a single muscle would agree with him to flee. All he could do was stand silently and watch as the cloaked figures took concise steps toward him. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the figures were within an arms length of him. They surrounded him and slowly changed their unintelligable chant to the sound of his name. "Day-ton... Day-ton... Day-ton..." They spoke. One of the figures to the left of him began to pull back the hood of the cloak to reveal a face. It was Sushi-kun. Sushi's face was caked in dry blood and his eyes were void of any emotion. Another figure removed a hood and it was Fate Summers. Her, once beautiful, face was dirty and bloodied. She had a gruesome gash that ran from her forehead down to her right cheekbone and revealed the surface of her skull beneath. One by one, the hoods were pulled back to reveal the dead students that have passed in the current round of Battle Royale. Professor Dayton looked over the shoulders of the students only to find that there were thousands of hooded figures lined up behind them. Many of them were faces that he did not recognize, classes of years past. All of them began to join in the chant. "Day-ton... Day-ton... Day-ton..." They continued. Professor Dayton tried to move but he could not. The students walked forward and pressed against him. He lost his footing and fell to the ground. The students fell with him and began to pile on top. As the weight increased, he felt the bones of his body begin to give way to the pressure. His ribs started to crack with a gut-wrenching noise and he found it harder and harder to breathe. He tried to scream, but could not exhale enough air to do so. He used all the strenght within him to breathe in some air but...

"Sir. The two groups have converged on sector J7. Sir." A familiar voice called out.

"--Wha. Hough." Professor Dayton shook his head as he recovered from his slumber. He looked at his watch and realized that he had been sleeping for nearly 3 hours. He wiped away the beads of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. Dazed, he looked around and absorbed his true surroundings. There were no students or cloaked figures present. "It was all just a dream." He said softly to himself.

"Sir?" the soldier called out.

"Nevermind. J7 you said?"

"Sir. Yes. 8 students are currently on sector J7. Sir."

The professor stood up and stretched his back casually. He walked over to the wall and viewed the screens. The soldier had set up several screens to view from 2 cameras that could view sector J7. One hidden camera was stationed in a tree between J7 and H7. The secondary view was from the top of the lighthouse. It was distant, but still effective.

"This should be interesting." The professor noted. "Let's spice things up a bit too." He walked over to the Danger Zone Terminal and pressed a few buttons. The screen lit up with options and he set the machine to choose two random danger zones for the grid. The machine choose L3 and F7. Professor Dayton went back to the wall and viewed the main map. He noticed that two students were already present on hex L3, Patrick and Kojiro. Patrick had been on the move for a while, but Kojiro was stationed on L3. He wondered if the student would choose to preserved their life. He walked over to the public address system and turned the machine on.

"Attention students. We will be adding new danger zones to the map more often now. I am disappointed that nobody has been slain since Fate Summers was eliminated. The new additional danger zones are now L3 and F7."

He turned the P.A. system off and walked back to the wall. The soldier was rolling some fresh tobacco into a cigarette and offered one to the Professor. Professor Dayton declined. He studied the monitors and watched for one of the students to make the first move.

written by Djdayton

"Poor worthless Shinji..." Shinjirou thought "You couldn't even manage to end your life."

Blood seeped into the ground killing all the plantlife around it. Suddenly he heard the chattering of some groupies. Shinjirou wiped the blood and sweat off of his forehead and took a deep breath. This was something that he felt was an abstact atonement. A student then came and picked up the hand gun.

"I admire your bravery, but prepare for the onslaught!" Shinjirou replied.

The student quietly nodded. Shinjirou suddenly thought to himself as to where he has seen this student. Was it in detention? Was it in juku? He knew that he had some sort of connection with his comrade-in-aide. This was certain.

Suddenly it was a 5 on 2 melee attempt. This was rather strange because of the fact that here was a place that already smelled of rotting flesh so sending Shinjirou to a group would be most appropriate.

Gabriel looked at Shinjirou for a second and thought that perhaps they should try to flee together.

"Oh my..." Gabriel laughed. "If we take them head on, we will probably bite the dust."

"I got an idea," Shinjirou interrupted. "We won't have to. I think I can manage to stall them for a bit. They have the right idea by banning together as a small army. I will meet you at a rendevous point. Please mark it on my map then get the hell out of here."

Gabriel agreed and took off.

"I wonder where that kid wen-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

There was a scream from 4 meters from where Shinjirou was standing. He didn't even have to guess what the noise was. The ground and twigs snapped and contoured to the presence of ten feet. The feet being connected to... unfortunately every school clique that Shinjirou was so trying to avoid. There was the nerd, the athlete, the groupie, the class clown, and the stoner. It was as if he was thrown into a scooby-doo episode except everyone had weapons... even the dog. Shinjirou heard of a group at school called the Milks; now he was going to test them.

Shinjirou however didn't get the first hit in. For some reason they got the jump on him. They surrounded him in a overly cautious manner then they back up and shook for a bit. Running through some of their heads was how could he enjoy killing so much? Then almost simultaniously they tried to attack him. First came a crossbow, then a chainsaw, followed by a samurai sword, but to to no avail didn't even braise him.

"Is he even human?" One of them thought.

That person's answer was given by a mace. Of all the insterments, a mace? Yes a mace cracked into Shinjirou's right shoulder blade and brought him to his knees. He knew if he whinced in pain right now, he would have been killed so for a breif moment he shut the pain out of his mind and pulled the hairtrigger on the machine gun.

If they want to kill me then I will take one of them with me! Shinjirou thought.

Shinjirou let out about twenty rounds into their vicinity. Just as the Milks scattered, one was riddled with four rounds to the chest with one barly missing his heart. In the midst of the gunsmoke, Shinjirou put the gun into his bag and high-tailed it out of possible graveyard. He thought about doing an evil monologue, but ignored the idea due to the whincing pain in his shoulder blade. The time to re-evaluate his decisions will have to wait for another time. For now lady fate has yet to pull out her sciccors and snap the strings of Shinjirou so he would have to resign the idea of not killing. It was now apparent that the only way his mission would end is if he decided to stop killing. But he enjoyed it too much. He wondered if any school would accept him, now that his sins reined heavy.If possible, he wanted to be put back on the island just so he could kill some more.

written by Sinigami

Shinjirou's body felt heavier and heavier with every kill. This was war, but bloodshed without a cause other than pure survival. And that was all he needed to justify the 4 four deaths.

Rat-tat-tat-tat~~~~

No make it 5 deaths.

"Wow..." Shinjirou snickered "He didn't even see that coming"

Shinjirou read the bloodstained tag of his fallen prey. Danshi#14 Murakawa Kojiro. Shinjirou then recalled a lesson in history about how Kojirou's head was cracked open by Musashi.

"How, ironic that there is both a Musashi and Kojirou in the BR arena and they don't get a reunion." Shinjirou commented to Gabriel "Instead of getting his head cracked open by a boatoar... he got his head cracked open by... well you know."

"Oh well, I guess that makes Musashi the winner in survival." Gabriel replied.

"You know something?" Shinjirou said as he cracked the cartalige in his right should as to not cause it to rupture. "History sure is doomed to repeat itself"

"That it is."

Shinjirou then shoved the body down the rocky cliff and into the ocean.

"Oh that's gotta hurt"

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK went the already maimed corpse against the cliff.

"Yeah, but luckily he is already dead now isn't he"

The both laughed hysterically as they started walking to the clinic.

"Now let's at least brace that arm so you can move it more effeiciently." Gabriel orated. "I'll hold you up for now."

"Thanks"

written by Sinigami

Mark hadn't talked much recently. He knew that silence wasn't the best tactic to keep his friends assured of his commitment to team MILKS, so he decided to speak up through the pain that he felt from the situation, and the guilt of fighting for himself. But he pushed this feeling away. He wasn't fighting for himself, he was fighting for the team. He didn't want to think about having to leave the group behind if they were the final 5. He didn't want to do that at all. He was confused about the group's stance on that: were they all taking his idea of ignoring such thoughts and waiting until they were in the situation? he hoped so, since if they were thinking about it odds were they were prepared to kill off the rest of the group once the time came.

'Oh yeah' he thought 'i was about to start talking'.

"So... what do we do next?" Mark asked the rest of the group, which was beginning to seem rather inactive since they hadn;'t encountered any other contestants in a while. All they had done was shift about the island.

"Time is running out" Lisa said rather solemnly. "We should try and get this finished."

"Well we need to find someone who's killing the rest of them, and get them out of the game before they take us out." Mark said. He didn't like talking tactically, or so bluntly about murder. But it was necessary.

Written by MyNameIsMark

“Hey, careful with that thing!” Gabriel yelled as Solid Snake waved his crowbar threateningly. “Do you even know how to use it?”
“Not really, but it’s gonna hurt like hell!” – Solid Snake, as he was known at school, was definitely in the mood for a fight.
“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” Shinjirou said slowly as he approached their classmate. “We could stuff you with bullets and poison darts if we wanted to, but we won’t.”
“If you want to go – go. If you want to stay – relax... We are through with the killing, and we won’t hurt you unless you attack us,” Gabriel said, lowering his weapon.
“What’s wrong with you guys?!” Snake looked thoroughly confused. “The video said we had to kill each other off and... and... and there will be only one survivor!”
Gabriel and Shinjirou exchanged glances. “Should we tell him?” “Sure - the more the merrier.”
“You see, SS, there is another way to get off this island,” Shinjirou said as he lowered his machine gun. “We met Musashi a while ago, and he said that his sister is coming to get him. It seems like she’s got a boat of some kind, and she can get us all out of here.”
“There’s just one problem, though – he was supposed to meet her in A2, but it’s a danger zone now,” Gabriel pointed at his map. “So now we have to find a nice place by the shore and hope she’ll find us. The chances are slim, but it’s still probable. Now, if you don’t mind, we’ll set up a camp here. So, are you with us?..”
“I guess... Hold on – where’s Musashi?” Solid Snake raised his crowbar once again.
“Chill out, dude – he’s right behind us. As are the milks and Patrick... Nah, we’re gonna be ok.”
“Alright then... I’m in.”

written by Grigory_the_wanderer

"Hold it!" Solid Snake exclaimed "Do you hear that?"

Shinjirou looked into the brushes and saw a grinning silouette dashing through the brushes. Shinjirou knew it was Bateman and also knew if he couldn't get rid of him now it would be costly to his escape plans in the future. He knew the best way off this island was to enter the area where the frequency would be weak for being able to access all those danger zones takes a lot of bandwidth to even set off one collar. It was a gamble to allying with Solid Snake and Musashi was a gamble he was willing to take if it meant killing off more people.

The figured fled while the Shinjirou was chasing him.

Dayton: Okay there are even more danger zones (Shinjirou... you're job is to exterminate them all! Why are you trying to escape from this fact?)

Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi

Adam: You said you'd help me....

Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi

Gabriel: "Okay we'll meet at J5 and dispose of them"

Dying students: Your fate on this island has been sealed with the many deaths. You want to get into Tokyo University? No one will ever accept a murderer~~

Dayton: I'll accept you...

Suddenly the voices of Dayton and the dead students start rushing into Shinjirou's head. Then he saw Patrick and started to fire at him. The array of bullets made him even more frustrated. He started to sob a little and fell to his knees 1,2,3,4,5 bullets went into the air each marking the lives he has taken by his hand. Then he felt as if the ground started to sink in on him, he started to swim through it but it turned into blood.

Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi

"Shinjirou!" Gabriel exclaimed "Are you..."

"I'm fine," SHinjirou sighed "Unfortunately our 'friend' Bateman has slipped by... Looks like our prey will be harder to catch than we thought. I have to continue killing or the voices won't stop. When I started killing, I have heard them, when I continue to kill, they disappear one by one. When I listen I can only hear the ones of those I have slain. To me...that's a fair trade."

Bateman justed looked at Shinjirou and grinned. Shinjirou was too fatigued to try to catch him. The past two days of Battle Royale have been slow other than Mark committing suiside by camping out at a danger zone. One thing is for certain, Bateman was definately going to make Shinjirou earn his prey.

"Let's continue looking for Bateman shall we?" Shinjirou calmly laughed "If we don't kill someonbe soon then we will all die anyways. We need to buy time so we can try to meet up with Ms. Chasta so that means we have to keep Musashi alive. Come on it's almost over."

written by Sinigami

Professor Dayton shook his head and pulled himself to his feet. He felt a piercing pain in the back of his head and reached back with his hand to investigate. He felt a open gash behind his ear that ran to the back of his head along his hairline. The wound was surrounded by clotted blood and seemed to be finished bleeding. He ran his fingers along the wound and felt the pain sting at him as he prodded at the gash with his finger. His head pounded with a annoying headache that he imagined was only going to get worse. Leaning against a nearby tree he tried to recollect what had happened. He remembered having ventured out into the woods to seek out Musachi. He was going to use the student as bait to pry Kaori into the open so that she could be captured. Recalling getting lost in the wilderness, he rolled his eyes in vain of his incompetence.

"Going out of the compound alone was not a good idea." He muttered to himself.

His pursuits of Musachi took the back burner, as he tried to find his way back to the compound. If his memory serves him correct, he puttered around the island for nearly two hours before he managed to find a trail that led back to the compound. On the way back, via the trail, he was ambushed. Patrick Bateman had taken the teacher by surprise and lunged from the foliage, cleaver in hand. Patrick and the teacher fought fiercely and the student managed to inflict the wound that professor Dayton now sported on his neck. The professor managed to shove patrick away enough to draw his handgun from the back of his waistline. He shot 3 rounds a patrick and missed miserably. Cunningly, Patrick darted back into the woodlands and vanished. He remembered feeling intense anger and wishing to pursue the student. But, alas, he had to keep composure and find his way back to the compound. He opted for a safer route through the shelter of the trees rather than stay on the trail. From there, he remembered walking in the woods back to the compound, but his memory stopped there.

"What happened?" He asked himself aloud.

Searching the ground for clues he looked around and could not spot anything out of the ordinary. Focusing on the ground, he walked a few steps forward and stumbled right into a large slab of wood suspended from a tree branch with two crude ropes. He estimated the wood to weigh about 40 pounds. He followed the rope with his eyes and noticed that it ran to the upper branch of the tree and worked it's way down across the ground.

"Traps? That kid is trickier than i thought." He sneered.

He had no idea how long he must have been knocked out. After he discovered the hanging wood slab, he noticed that he had a lump on his forehead that he had not noticed before. Perhaps, that was the true source of his headache. Because the blood on his gash was clotted and caked, he guessed he must have been out cold for too long. He began to work his way through the woods back to the compound. With every footstep, his head throbbed and wanted attention.

The lights of the compound were a very inviting sight. He stumbled forward and made way to the the door. An alert soldier armed his rifle and then noticed his target. The soldier radioed in to the others and rushed to the Professor's aide.

"Sir! Your absence had us pretty stirred. Sir!" He called out. The soldier helped the professor to the door and stayed behind to continue guard as Dayton made his way back to the control room. Another soldier rushed down the hallway and helped the wounded teacher the rest of the way to the controlroom. They both entered the room to the amazement of the other soldiers. The professor stumbled over to the nearest chair and sat peacefully. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Sir. Should we call in a medic?" One of the soldiers asked.

"No."

"Sir. Do you need any bandages or a first aid kit?"

"Yeah."

The soldier scurried off to get the kit. The control wall soldier called over from the other side of the room.

"Sir. Welcome back. You had us convinced that you had perished out there." He spoke.

"What?"

"Perished Sir. Killed. Deceased. We thought you were dead."

"Why would you think such a proposterous thing?"

"Sir. With all due respect. You were gone for quite a while."

"Is that so. Exactly how long have i been away soldier?"

The control-wall soldier looked at his watch. "Sir, you have been AWOL for nearly 52 hours. Sir."

"Huh?...." The professor could not believe it. He had been knocked out for over two days. He considered himself lucky to be alive, and now he understood why he was soo fatigued on the way back to the compound. "52 hours..." He muttered to himself. He shook his head in disbelief and looked to the nearest soldier.

"You there... could you please grab me something to eat and drink. "

The soldier rushed away and rummaged through the coolers to honor the professor's request.

"What happened to you out there?" The soldier asked.

"Let's just say, I should have brought a map. I was never keen on directions."

The professor started to feel unconfortable with the situation. He began to realize that soldiers would not respect him as a commander if he showed weakness or incompetence. He was not about to confess that a student, namely Patrick, had managed to attack him and flee unscathed. The soldier returned with a cold sandwich and some water for the professor. The ailing teacher pulled himself up from his seat and snatched the food from the soldier. He walked over to the control wall and spoke.

"Did i miss much in my absence? Soldier." He asked.

"Sir. There are currently Eight Students remaining. Sir." The soldier announced.

"Good, there has been progress." He noted as he looked at the monitors. His eyes widened as he looked at the main map. "What happened to the island?" The map of the island was almost entirely covered in red danger zones. All but one hex was covered with the deadly zones. "Are you insane? Is that how we got narrowed down to eight students?"

"Sir. No. Sir. Only one student was eliminated by the added zones. The rest of the students have been quick enough to avoid them. Private Higgins over there has been announcing the new danger zones in your absence. Sir."

"Well, Solidier, you kept control of the situation. I will note you actions to your commanding officer and I am sure he will be pleased."

"Sir. Thank you. Sir."

The professor scanned his eyes along the map. He noticed that the markers for the living students were familiar. What shocked him though, was that Patricks marker was eliminated. It rested at hex b3 with a big "X" through it.

"Patrick was eliminated?"

"Sir, Yes. Sir. We have it on recording. Would you like to view it?"

"No." The professor turned away in disgust. He was upset that the student had caused him grief, but moreso upset that another student was more capable than himself to dispose of Patrick. He felt weak and sat down again. He finished off the sandwich and drank the water. He closed his eyes and was haunted by the image of Patrick's face. This Battle Royale round had been very draining on the professor. He wondered if he would have the strength to do it again. He opened his eyes and turned around to look at the map. He knew that if the Surviving Eight were to converge on the remaining hex, there was going to be some serious bloodshed.

"Any word on the Chasta situation?" He shot out to the soldier.

"Sir. Our spotters have reported seeing a vessel attempting to dock on a rocky section of the island. The dock was not successful and the vessel is now 100 yards away from the island around hex B5. I think they noticed our guards at A4. Sir."

"Well, it appears they will not be a threat to us for the time being. Has a military vessel been contacted to intercept?"

"Sir. Yes. Intercepting vessel left the harbor 4 hours ago. It should arrive soon."

"Good."

written by Djdayton

Shinjirou's finally hit pay dirt; he had finally been able to wait long enough to snuff the fox out of his hole. The danger zones finallly gave him his chance to snare his trap. Shinjirou spent two days being haunted by this silouette of a person, but to no avail was caught off guard catching his breath. It seemed that Patriack was running from someone else but who could possibly be on the island other than the Milks and his own Motley Crew?

Slowly Shinjirou signaled Gabriel to use his chain on Patrick would he be able to slip though like he did with his machine gun and gernade?

THUD!

Not this time. Lady Luck gave him the proverbial middle finger. As soon as his legs went out from under him, he was quickly pincered.

"Hehehe" Shinjirou snickered "I have finally caught my prey after two whole days of looking for the bugger."

"I can't believe how easy that was!" Gabriel commented "This has got to be the catch of the day."

Suuth went the blowdart in is neck. Solid Snake's aim was on the mark, but Bateman wasn't sadated like the former assialents. Patrick even musterted enough strength to get to his feet and lashed out at Snake. Snake was met head on with a gashing feeling in his intestines. He looked down to see a giant meat cleaver protruding through his large intestine. It was almost certain that the wound was critical, but he at least took it like a man. Musashi quickly came to counter the assailent who was trapped in a sanguine fevor. This was a notion of crowbar diplomacy. He struck him in his temple and sent him flying, meat cleaver in hand. Suddenly his eyes focused on Shinjirou, eyes widening when a shark sees fresh blood. The evasion of the meat cleaver had none the less reopened his old wound and he tried to partake in a ditch effort coup-de-grace. This effort was silenced with ten rounds through his chest. Alas Bateman was finally dead and was already taking a form of rigid mortis. It was apperent that this was one of the toughest fights he had been in but persistence payed off with his prey finally bested.

Shinjirou looked in the woods to see that Dayton knocked himself uncounscious. He didn't mention it to the others, but he was starting to see that Dayton always viewed Patrick as his favorite. Shinjirou didn't plan on killing him for revenge, in fact that was far from his mind.

Shi-shi-shi-shi

He got it. He was going to finally give the teacher lesson about playing favorites. Shinjirou yanked the cleaver out of his cold dead hand and began to draw on his forehead. It came natural just like all those times when he was beaten with a bamboo stick in the hands when he messed this charater up. Especially this charater: Shi (Death). Shinjirou made the incision on his forehead so deep and beautiful one would be able to appreciate its beauty and be able to awe at it from afar. One thing Dayton was known for was carrying around this notepad in his upper right pocket. Shinjirou took it out and start writing a haiku:

chi to hone blood and bone

shinderutokini when they are all dead...

kimi ha tsugi you will be next

Dayton would learn the hard way not to play favorites... Shinjirou would see to that.

Suddenly the cameras around Shinjirou started to zoom in. He pick up the cleaver again and proceeded to hack Bateman's head off. Suddenly the others found Shinjirou, but did not see the poor professor who was slightly bleeding from his head. Shinjirou would not give them another option of retreat; he wanted to see this to the end and telling them about the prof. would leave a door for his quarry to escape. He wanted to hunt them all down and did not care if he survived anymore. If the voices in his head would stop, then so be it. It was edvident that the food cured the voices a little perhaps a little more than he had expected. Was he going insane from being famished or was this the repressed oprtion of him. The next melee would provide the answer. He finished hacking the head off of Bateman's body and then saw more cameras zooming in to confirm his kill. Bateman was finally eliminated and here was his trophy at long last. Shinjirou ripped the throat tendons out and showed all of the cameras their 'prized student' Solid Snake gave the cameras the bird again and Shinjirou hurled his prize at one of the cameras and laughed. Was this their hopes and dreams? He then picked the head up and kicked it off the cliff and watched the head hit several banks on the way down just like he did before with Kojiro's maimed corspe. He then ripped the camera that was blooded from the head out of the tree and then filmed the fruits of his labor.

One soldier at the station proceeded to the bathroom to throw up while another admired the students handiwork. Shinjirou laughed at all of them for they were the ones that concocted such a monster. Congraulations the soldiers thought, this is what is called a government success:one who has confirmed to the rules of Battle Royale perfectly.

written by Sinigami

Shinjirou did not even turn around and he was me with a sharp pain through his chest. After two days of the Bateman chase he was certainly off guard because he didn't know what to expect.

"Again with the mace" Shinjirou thought to himself.

Surely enough he was just inches of reaching his demise, but one thing was now clarion in his warped perception of a psyche: he was going to devour his way to the top of the totem pole through life or through death. Ian charged at Shinjirou with the chainsaw just moments before the iron crugel would use his brain to decorate this hellhole of an island. He could not tell whether Solid Snake or Musashi were helping or not for Shinjirou was now being pinned to the ground with a katana. He could literally feel his strength leaving him and that mace closing in to his head. So by instinct, he kicked the katana weilding assailant off along with the katana's hilt and just barely rolled out of the way of the thirty pounds of steel pleasure. He rolled sporatically on the ground just to avoid becoming a canidate for a meat grinder. Ian then reeved his chain saw in the confrontation that was anticipating.

"Alas, while you were fun to play with now is the time to say sayonara." Shinjirou laughed as he sized up his mortally wounded adversary.

"Momma always said you should finish what you started." Ian retorted as he started to breathe heavy from the last few shots that he put into his lungs a few days ago.

Suddenly it appeared that Gabriel and Solid Snake were on the move to aide Shinjirou. Solid Snake popped a dart into the neck of Ian and he began getting drowsy. Apprently drowsiness and chainsaw weilding people do not mix in any fashion. Shinjirou deftly ducked under the limbcutter, but Ian still manage to his. He started to check his body for more injuries but found out that it was really Gabriel that got the bitter end of the bargain.

"Sorry, but I can't let you kill him today. I am going to kill him last" Shinjirou said as he began to struggle for control of the limb cutter. "I see you still have some strength left in you... lemme fix that for you"

Shinjirou then aimed for the arm with the chainsaw and managed to sever it off with a few attached tendons. Ian dropped the chainsaw and started to fall to his knees.

Shi-shi-shi-shi

"Sorry, but it's nothing personal. You just got ahead of yourself. I can remedy that for you."

Shinjirou picked up the limbcutter and in one deft swing gave poor Ian a shoulder to shoulder haircut. Blood came spewing out of his shoulders and his body hit the groiund like a slab of meat. Stevie came around the corner to try to staple Gabriel to a tree, but Shinjirou took the head of Ian and placed it in front of his face. The arrow went through the severed head's oriface and the tip of the arrow pierced Gabriel's cheek.

"Now that is too close for comfort" Gabriel chuckled nervously as drops of blood went down his cheek.

As Stevie tried to flip off Shinjirou for interfering with his kill, Musashi answers the insult with his butcher knife. Without it, it seems that Stevie was having a hard time holding the cross bow effectively Gabriel then bash Stevie upside his head with a crowbar. Stevie was literally seeing double.

"If I don't make a right move, we will be doomed" Stevie thought.

Suddenly the Milks plan appeared to be going sour, but the outcome could change within the next melee.

written by Sinigami

In the air you could smell and partially taste the stentch of death. Shinjirou knew his days were not long for he started with a death wish and ended with one. Shinjirou was finally starting to show signs of his demise with the worsening wounds to his abdomen. His intestines were being showcased to the world. His pain would finally end, once from a mace, twice from a sword and trice from an arrow. This quill of steel shot through his chest and spilled a piece of his heart on the other side. Stevie then began to take the form of Dayton.

"Ah the arrow, what a passionate way to end my misery" Shinjirou smiled weakly. "I have to admit one deep dark secret before I die, I have always have been jealous of your authority and integrity Dayton sensei."

"Also I have another" Shinjirou said as he coughed up blood while laying placcid in his own blood. His visioned blurred between Stevie and Principal Dayton. "Sensei you always tried to force me to drink half and half, but I always preffered skim"

Stevie stared in confusion at this statement. Shinjirou would bestow even in death, the greatest blow to the Milks: he would pasterize poor Stevie as thanks for his peaceful coup-de-grace with a retort of his own. Shinjirou then fired off half of his last clip into Stevies chest. Gabriel then added the cleaver to the side of his head for extra measure.

"You didn't need to do that 'cough-cough'" Shinjirou gasped "He was already dead when I pulled the trigger."

"Why did you..." Gabriel screamed "You didn't need to save me! Why? WHY!? If anything we were going to kill each other off"

Shinjirou started to feel the darkness known as Death dancing on his eyelids. He barely managed a smile as he felt his whole body getting cold.

"Because, people like me, were meant to die..." Shinjirou coughed "I want you... to ... take this gun... and... finish off... the ones that were ment to die. I... had to... die... because my heart was consumed in ... hatred... with Dayton... at rest... I can.... sleep.. as my atonement... promise me... that you... will keep on fighting... so that the souls.. that I have taken... can finally rest... If I could have lived longer... we could have probably ... been the ... best of friends... my hands are stained with the bl...ood ...of...ma-ny... so... naturally... this...i-i-s...m---y...des...n..ny as... t...e...vil..."

Shinjirou at last slept for eternity without being bothered by rules and demands. He, the true face of evil, would get the last laugh, by bowing out gracefully. Hopefully blocking both of Stevies arrows with Ian's head and his body will by Gabriel even a few more seconds. This one tactic, took down three people, and was nonetheless his most brilliant ever.

Written by Sinigami

"IANNNNOOOO!" Lisa schreeched cluthcing her boyfriend's bloody torn head.

written by maxiespaxie

"wow..." Professor Dayon said in a low voice. He and the soldier watched the replay again and again. WIthin a span of five minutes several students attacked each other viciously. Shinjirou was still counting corpses from his own actions. Ian fell to the receiving end of the chainsaw, as Shinjirou appeared to be headhunting again.

"That kid has no regret spilling the blood of others. Sir." The soldier commented.

"Yeah, He's perfect for this game. It's really too bad that he did not survive." Dayton added.

The soldier nodded in acknowledgement and they continued to watch the replay. Shinjirou put on a performace with Ian's head as a trophy and then sought out his next victim.

"Perhaps, this is where he let his guard down?" Professor Dayton thougth aloud. "Look at him. Shinjirou is getting very excited about hit accomplishments and seems bewildered." They both stared at the computer monitor closely and noticed that Shinjrou did not look normal. He appeared to be crazed, like a rabid wolf in a pen full of sheep. Shinjirou appeared to be oblivious to his surroundings in this state. While he was hungrily seeking out his next prey, Stevie managed to land a devastating blow with the short mace. Shinjirou returned the favor with his machine gun and both students fell in unison. With a few dying breaths, Shinjirou appeared to speak to Gabriel nearby and then succumbed to the big sleep.

"Shinjirou is no more." Dayton spoke softly. He didnt even announce the news on the PA system. The students already knew. They were couped up on the same hex and pretty well knew what was going on. Many of the students had abandoned their maps and pencils long ago anyhow. Now... it was a bloody war.

"Let's go to real time."

The soldier flicked a switch and activated the main sceen to show current events where the students were. They watched the screen as the camera adjusted focus to bring the students into view.

Gabriel was firing the machine gun wildly at Karl as Solid chased him with the chainsaw. Karl dove to the ground and avoided Solid's attack, but was struck by several bullets from Gabriel. Unphased by the attack he aimed precisely with the crossbow and landed a dart in the back of Solid's shoulder. Solid fell to the ground and swund the chainsaw away from him to prevent further damage. He reached back with his hand and pulled the dart out and struggled to bring himself to his feet. Seeing opportunity, Lisa lunged for Solid with the sword and tried to finish him off, but Solid was aware of her presence and dodged the attack quickly. Lisa was not aware that Musashi was following her steps. Musashi swung the meatcleaver at her head, but in a terrible miscalculation, the cleaver missed and Musashi fell forward to the ground. The cleaver landed a large gash in the arm of it's owner and Musashi rolled away from Lisa, hoping to avoid a counter attack.

"This is chaos." The professor spoke.

"Pure chaos."

written by djdayton

...it finally happened. The thing Gabriel feared the most – the nightmare scenario: eight survivors doomed to fight for their lives, all on the same hex, with nowhere to run and nobody to ask for help. Of course, there’s Musashi’s sister – he thought he saw a motor boat passing by a couple of hours ago, but he couldn’t be sure anymore. The fatigue, the lack of sleep, and blood of at least ten of his former classmates covering every inch of his body… Not at exactly at your best, are you, Mr.Knight?

They had no other choice but to fight. They couldn’t trust milks after the ambush that took place on J7, and they all heard heart-breaking screams from the school; only milks could have done something as cruel as that. They had to be stopped.

When they finally faced each other on that tiny beach that would soon become a grave for all but one of them, there was a moment of silence – a hesitation that lasted mere seconds, and then the fight began… Like ancient gladiators, they were running all across the improvised arena – one wrong step, and your collar goes kaboom. It was probably the biggest battle this island has ever seen – eight students who just wanted to live were chasing one another with grotesque weapons, killing to survive and be killed but a few minutes later. After some point, Gabriel stopped paying attention to all the fights going on around him. He could hear ear-piercing shrieks of his former friends, and the fountains of dark scarlet liquid were all over the place. At one point, he could swear he saw Shinjirou cut off Ian’s head with his own chainsaw. …He lost all track of time – he remembered dodging, ducking, dipping, and diving to avoid fatal blows. He remembered attacking the milks with whatever weapons he had on him at that moment. He remembered losing all self-control, and getting back to his senses only when Ian Damone – the school jock – mutilated his left hand with a chainsaw. “So that’s what it feels like,” was Gabriel’s last thought before the flood of intolerable pain blinded him. Quickly getting to his feet, he assessed the situation – true, he probably won’t play piano ever again, but if he could get enough first aid kits from his enemies’ bags…

Absorbed in his thoughts, he let his guard down, and didn’t notice Stevie sneak up on him, spinning his grotesque mace and ready to strike. The next few events were about the most unlikely thing the island has seen in this game: Shinjirou yelled something as he pushed Gabriel out of the way and got hit in the head by one of the game’s heaviest weapons. He landed awkwardly, yet he still remained conscious, and maintained the improbably hard grip on his machine gun. Gabriel was slowly getting back on his feet and couldn’t help his old ally - all he could do is watch. For some reason, Steve walked up to Shinjirou – most likely to deliver the final blow. They exchanged a few words, and Shinjirou pulled the trigger, hitting his nemesis at point de blanc. The two fell right next to each other, coloring the tiny hill red, still holding their weapons as if they intended to use them in the afterlife.

It was an improbable day – when Gabriel finally made it to his friend’s body, he discovered that he was, in fact, still alive! Shinjirou, one of the luckiest students in his class, survived attacks by the game’s heaviest weapons, but it seemed like his fight was finally over. As the friends exchanged their final good-byes, Gabriel picked up Shinjirou’s machine gun – it still had quite a few rounds left, just enough to avenge his death. As he was about to leave in search of his new target, he noticed a piece of white paper in the pool of blood. He picked it up and let out a bitter laugh. The piece of paper had Mickey Mouse’s picture on it and said “Tokyo Disney, admit one.” “He never made it to the Disneyland…” The stark thought crossed his mind. The real world is still out there, and there’s still something worth fighting for. He wouldn’t become a killer machine that this game’s sick creators wanted to get – no, he would emerge a victor, and a sane victor he will be.

His mind has never been as clear, his movements – as light and easy. Only five people left, and two of them will be on his side till the very last moment. He caught a glimpse of Karl – all bloody and mutilated, crawling on the sand and clenching a samurai sword. Stand still, aim, fire. …make it four.

Rising above four maimed bodies, Gabriel witnessed another minor fight: Solid and Musashi teamed up against Lisa – the last milks survivor. Solid swung his chainsaw and missed as Lisa calmly aimed and shot him with her crossbow. It looked really bizarre, and Musashi, who has never been wounded, lost his concentration, fell over, and stabbed himself with a meat cleaver that used to be Patrick’s. Two allies stood back, both bleeding from their wounds, as Lisa ascended on a nearby hill. They’ve never seen anything quite as dramatic before – the former cheerleader, sprinkled with blood of both her friends and enemies – stood there, holding a loaded crossbow in one hand, and her boyfriend’s head in another. Her athletic body and reflexes made her a considerable opponent, and her desire to avenge Ian’s death was the best steroid one could ask for.

Tuning his head to look at his bleeding friends, Gabriel tried to come up with something inspirational to say, but he knew exactly what they wanted to hear from him, so he didn’t hesitate another second:
“Okay, guys, ready? One.. two…”

“…Three!”

For some reason, this fight was shorter and didn’t seem as blood as the ones before. Or was he just getting used to violence? Their coordinated attack paid off: Lisa certainly didn’t expect anything like that from three wounded kids, and her first crossbow bolt flew just past Musashi. As three allies prepared to stab, shoot, and cut the cheerleader, Solid’s chainsaw didn’t start, and the cheerleader, soaked with blood and laying next to her fallen friends, managed to survive. With the look of pure vengeance on her once pretty face, she rushed forward, defying all laws of physics and anatomy, for the injuries she received were enough to kill two girls her age. That was a sprint to remember – a bloody Fury who, it seemed, said good-bye to the remnants of her sanity, put all her remaining strength in that improbable leap, falling on top of Gabriel and stabbing him with a crossbow bolt.

“So that’s what the friends are for…” he thought as Musashi and Solid Snake dragged her away from him and kept stabbing and slicing her already mutilated flesh until she stopped moving. Standing up, he helped himself to Lisa’s backpack and, ever so humble, used all the painkillers and bandages he could find, because the game was not over yet..

This was it. They won. They had no opponents left, and all they had to do now was wait for Musashi’s sister to come and save them all. Minutes passed – the precious time was waning before their eyes, and yet the sea was still as clear and still as ever. It all made sense now…

“I’m so sorry, Solid,” was the last thing his wounded classmate heard just before the flood of bullets filled his weakened body. He died quickly, with that surprised and somewhat offended look on his face.

“What are you doing, man?!” was Musashi’s natural reaction.
“I gotta give the credit where the credit is due – that was some smart strategy you had there. Making up an imaginary sister that would save us all? Heck, even I believed it! Well, it got you this far, so I guess I’ll give you the right to die in a fair fight.”
“Stop it, dude! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” mumbled Musashi, his face covered in sweat.
“Come on, Musashi – we both know nobody’s coming. Besides, we are running low on time – we have only one hour left to do this. We don’t have any choice, and you know it. I’m sorry that it has to end like this, but we all knew that we might end up like this when we formed our alliance, remember?.. It’s time, Musashi. Let’s do this…”

“Just like in the good ol’ times,” he couldn’t help thinking as he and Musashi, having picked the weapons of their choice (Gabriel decided to keep his lucky machine gun, and Musashi picked Lisa’s crossbow – huge, but deadly weapon), walked to the different sides of the beach, and stood there, looking at each other for the last time, playing a waiting game… Who will pull the trigger first?

They did it simultaneously: the stream of hot lead and a crossbow bolt met in midair, and neither of them missed its target. “Not again!” thought Gabriel as he got hit by a crossbow in the right shoulder. “I just hope that three is not a charm in this case,” he told himself as he used the remnants of his strength to half-crawl, half-walk to Musashi. His classmate was barely alive – it seemed like bullets hit at least on vital organ, and yet he was still conscious. Not only that, but he managed to reload his deadly weapon. It wasn’t even a real dodge – Gabriel just obeyed his instincts, gravity, and the overwhelming fatigue caused by his numerous wounds. In any case, it worked – the bolt flew inches above his head, and from then on, the outcome was clear. Tapping his last reserves of strength, Gabriel made it to Musashi’s dying body and, with his hands shaking, pointed the firearm at his classmate’s head.
“Sayonara, Knight-san,” were the last words of Musashi Chasta, aka Boy#6.
“Farewell… friend.”

A single bullet, a coup de grace, no pain… Victory. Dropping his arsenal, Gabriel headed toward the school. What has he done? Out of 19 of his peers who died on this island, 10 were killed by him. And yet he could hardly remember some of them, his memory being affected by the shock, pain and lack of sleep that he was getting in excess throughout this game. The only thing that reminded him of some of his victims were the blood stains on his clothes, and cuts and scars that were all over his body… A burn from the grenade that Shinjirou tossed at Sushi-kun and Shinji at the very beginning of the game; a scar on his cheek left by one of the many crossbow bolts he had been hot with; red stain left on his uniform after the execution of Patrick Bateman – the mysterious loner who didn’t say a single word; a chainsaw cut on his arm; two wounds caused by crossbow bolts… So what has he become? A ruthless monster that this game’s creators wanted to create, or someone who had to kill out of necessity, and will be able to adapt to the normal life once he gets off this damn island? Time will show… as for now, he knew for sure that he will get a card singed by the dictator, and a life-time pension from the government. “Might as well grow old and make them pay,” he said to himself with a bitter grin,

He dropped his machine gun and started walking to the school. The sun was setting, coloring the island burgundy-red, and if he cared to look back, he would see a tiny motor boat approaching the island…

written by Grigory_the_wanderer

Multiplayer Turn Based Strategy

Originated here Nov. 2004 by Dayton

And thank you NOS Enegry Drink for keeping me up 24-7 to keep this game going.