Disclaimer: NOT MINE….too creepy…movie based. Writen with Wind Syren and Puppetmaster

The students opened their eyes and looked around. They didn't know where they were. All they knew was that they there in a small room that looked like a classroom.

"Welcome students! You have had the honour of being selected for this year's Battle Royale!"

Two girls sat off to the side, frowning. This was not good.

"Battle Royale?" a smaller girl asked. She had her hair in long, loose wavy pigtails. "What is that, sir?"

"Good question! Battle Royale is a battle to the death between you lucky students! Forty go in, only one comes out."

Gasps and screams filled the air. The two girls sighed. They had not come to Japan for this.

"What do we do now?" asked one of them, "A fight to the death. I don't think that's something I can win. I – I." She paused as she stuttered. "I don't want to kill anyone."

The other, taller girl looked over. Her eyes had an odd calmness to them. "Don't worry Willow. We'll survive."

Willow nodded, fear in her eyes. "But... Three days..."

A male student paled a bit. "Then...we are dead...all of us..."

The taller girl, Zora, glanced at him. "No. They want only one of us to survive."

Drake nodded. "I know, but what are the odds it's going to be any one of us?"

"One in forty," she calmly stated.

"...Thanks for that."

"And even if all three of us do survive... they'll blow up our collars," Willow reminded them.

Zora simply smirked. "Something tells me you have a solution for that," Drake said.

Zora nodded. "Ever heard of 'Wild Seven'?"

Drake shook his head. "Not really."

Willow perked up. "They're that terrorist group against the government."

Zora nodded and took her bag as the guards dumped the supply and weapon bags to the students, the new method of randomized distribution. "Just stick with me, and you'll be safe."

Drake nodded, grabbing his bag. "Better you than the shaky freak in the corner."

Zora simply looked at him. "We're linked together. Students 0A, 0B, 0C. One of us die, we all die."

Willow picked up her back, shaking. "Okay."

Zora walked out of the room with the other students. This year the students would all be released at once, not one at a time. "Our first step is to find somewhere safe."

"I heard there's a lighthouse on the island," Drake offered.

"As long as that doesn't become a danger zone," Willow said, looking around.

Zora simply shrugged. "We can move if needed."

"And set up a quick escape plan," Drake added.

Zora stopped and glanced back. Spinning around, she punched an attacking student in the nose. Whipping out the scythe that was in her bag, she slammed it up into the student's heart. Willow's eyes widened at Zora's reaction.

"You've been preparing for this too?" Drake asked. He grabbed the crossbow out of his bag and fired at another attacker charging from behind Willow. "Time to scram!"

Zora nodded and ran off, the bag draped over her shoulder, the scythe in her hand. Drake and Willow followed her; the crossbow slung over Drake's back and bag over one shoulder.

As they arrived at and went into the lighthouse, Zora frowned a bit, turning on a light. "At least we have a roof."

"And a high viewpoint," Drake added, pointing up to a balcony near the top.

Willow scanned the lighthouse. "Maybe someone should keep watch tonight?"

"I can do that," Drake volunteered. "I have the long-range weapon anyway. Actually, that reminds me." He looked at Willow. "Which weapon did you get?"

She opened her bag. "A handgun…"

Zora let out a frustrated scream. "We forgot to collect their weapons!"

Drake sighed. "Damn. Should we go back and get them?"

Zora snorted. "No. By now, other teams have already collected them. We'll just kill someone and collect their weapons." Willow shuddered at the idea.

"It's basic survival instincts from here on out...sucks none of us got the scanner," he pouted.

"We'll make do." Zora looked up at gunfire and screams. "...They want this to end quickly."

Drake nodded. "We don't take anything out of our bags unless we need it right then and there, and not until we find somewhere safe to stop and hide."

They remained silent for several minutes before Zora spoke first. "Why do you fight?"

Drake shrugged. "I grew up in a tough neighbourhood. It was either fight or die." Zora nodded and looked at Willow, who stared at one spot.

"...Willow?" Drake softly asked.

She kept her gaze on the ground. "I was always told the world wasn't a good place... And I always knew the government was corrupt... But I never thought it would come to this"

"I don't think any of us did," Drake sadly said.

"I did, Zora simply said. "This world is all about control. These games are a demonstration of control. They can kill us when they want, the rest of the world has no trust for each other."

Drake looked at both of them. "I don't know about you two, but I have trust in both of you, and not just because I have to."

Both the girls smiled and nodded in agreement, Zora laying down and pulling out a small bag of food. "Be careful," she said as Drake went up to the balcony, looking around outside.

"Don't worry, I am," he reassured her. "Well, someone nearby has some sort of explosives from their bag."

"Why," Zora asked.

"There's a small fire in the trees out there."

Zora laughed. "Wow."

Drake nodded. "Someone really wants this to end quick." His eyes widened and he ducked inside as he heard a machine gun go off.

Willow sighed. "They want off this island."

Drake nodded, ducking again as a few bullets bounced off the outer wall. "No kidding. And they know someone's in here." Willow looked at him; gun raised as Zora calmly went into the kitchen, getting knives.

Drake sighed and pulled out his crossbow, taking a quick peek outside, and firing a few arrows before ducking back into the lighthouse.

"Did you get 'em?" Zora asked, inspecting a knife.

Drake looked back outside as two small explosions can be heard in the distance. "Yup"

Zora thought for a moment. "Let's see... Four from earlier...Four now… Maybe... Thirty-two to twenty still alive?"

"We should be finding out soon," Willow reminded them.

"Not until midnight at the earliest," Drake reminded her.

"Not that I'm concerned," Zora calmly said.

"I never really got along with these people either," Drake agreed.

"They were well.... bullies..." Willow sighed.

Zora closed her eyes. "Not just that. We're foreign. As such, we shouldn't be part of this Game. We have to fight twice as hard to survive."

Willow's eyes widened. "We're the main targets then, huh?"

Drake nodded. "Not by much, but yes." Willow sighed.

"We'll survive," Zora simply stated.

Again Drake nodded. "All we really need is the right equipment. We're off to a good start, we avoided any of the useless weapons."

Zora looked at him. "Don't underestimate them. A pot lid may not seem that important, but with it you can collect rain, stay hydrated. Or you can hit someone in the face and knock him or her out. A megaphone amplifies, and if yelled into it while pressed to the ear, can disable with deafness."

"That would require professional stealth, which I doubt any of them have."

Zora closed her eyes and pulled out a kitchen knife, throwing it and hitting a dartboard in the center. "Maybe, maybe not."

Willow looked at the knife. "Are there any more of those?"

Zora smirked. "Lots." Willow smiled slightly.

Drake looked out the window. "Sun's setting. We're gonna have to be really careful."

Zora laughed. "Careful, but it doesn't matter. Night, day, there will always be killings."

"I know that. Some of these people are nocturnal."

"We'll be fine here."

Drake nodded. "Better here than in the trees. I'll stay up here and keep lookout."

Zora nodded. "Wake me up in an a couple hours."

"Done. Willow, I hope you're an owl."

She nodded. "I'll be able to keep watch… It's not like I'll be able to sleep anyway… Unlike some people." They looked at the already sleeping Zora. Willow sighed and closed her eyes.

Drake looked at them for a moment before looking back outside, sitting on the balcony floor and leaning against the wall.