Disclaimer: I don't own TDI or any of its characters. Nor do I ownバトル・ロワイアルＩＩ
Chapter 1
It had nearly been a full year since the attack, the day when Heather's life changed forever. It was the day she lost everything, her mother, father; the people she cared about most were gone forever. Now she was finally going to get her chance for revenge. Her father had connections, big connections, she used them for information. Information that led her to Saint Peter's High School, there she enrolled, just in time for the big graduating class field trip.
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Heather sat in the front of the packed coach. She remained silent arms crossed; nobody acknowledged her presence, just as she wanted. The other teens however were not as disconnected as she was. There was a miniature party going on behind her. One would have wondered where their teacher was.
"Keep it down back there!" The bus driver yelled.
"Fuck Off!" Duncan yelled from the back in return. He then grabbed the football next to him and tossed it forward.
The ball didn't make it to the driver though and hit Cody right in the side of the head with a thud. He was sitting towards the front next to Gwen with the rest of their little group. Cody reached down and picked up the ball as Gwen reached over at where the ball hit Cody. "Are you okay?" Gwen asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." Cody replied trying to shack it off.
Across from them sat Noah and Beth. "Great," Noah said sarcastically, "those idiots are throwing objects at the bus driver, its official; we're not making it off this bus alive."
"Ah lighten up!" Owen said. He was sitting directly behind Noah. "Not like they'd actually be able to get a ball that far. And you know, just think about what an awesome time we're going to have when we get to the beach. It's going to be epic!" Owen sounded really enthusiastic.
Izzy reached over and squeezed Owen's arm. "I know! I'm so excited. We're all going to have so much fun."
Tyler quickly rushed over to where Cody was sitting but nearly tripped over himself on the way over. "Smooth," Noah commented.
"Hey Cody, can I have the ball back man." Tyler asked.
Cody looked over to Gwen who shook her head. He then turned back to Tyler and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said tossing the ball to Tyler. "But can you tell Duncan not to throw it this way again please?"
"Sure," Tyler said, he then slowly made his way to the very back of the bus. At the very back Duncan and DJ were sitting on one side with Geoff and Bridgette on the other. Tyler took his seat right in front of Duncan next to Trent. "Here man," Tyler said as he tossed the ball to Duncan. "Cody says to like not to throw the ball that way again."
Duncan let off a slight chuckle "fuck those dweebs."
"Come on dude," Trent said as he turned around. "Leave them alone aright?"
Duncan shook his head, "you just want to fuck that goth chick, and I don't blame you. But fine there are plenty of other people on this bus to annoy." He then looked to the middle of the bus which sat the third group, consisting of Courtney, LeShawna, Justin, Lindsay, Sierra and Alejandro. "Hey Sugartits!" he called out.
Courtney, who was in the middle of a conversation's head jolted to the left to look at Duncan. "Oh no he didn't!" LeShawna said shaking her head.
Duncan motioned Courtney over. She face filled with rage as she got up from her seat. "What did you call me?"
"I called you Sugartits!" Duncan answered truthfully.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Courtney asked in a serious tone.
There was no doubt Duncan was enjoying this. "You don't like being called that? I'm sorry babe, I thought that's what your ex-boyfriend told me you preferred to be called, especially in bed." Duncan said with a smirk.
"You're a jerk!" She called out before sitting back down in her seat. Duncan turned to Geoff and just gave off a little shrug with a smile. Geoff nodded; he then grabbed a piece of paper, rolled it up and threw it at the head of Harold.
Harold was sitting in between groups with the rest of the rejects that included Eva, Ezekiel, plus Katie and Sadie who were they're own little click. The paper ball hit Harold straight at the back of the head. He didn't even bother looking back to see who threw it, the constant chuckling he heard was enough. "God I hate those assholes." He said to himself.
DJ just shook his head with a smile on his face, "you guys are too funny, so how long after we arrive until we ditch everyone?"
"All of about fifteen seconds." Duncan told him.
In the middle Courtney was still upset about Duncan. "That guy has problems; I mean serious fucking problems that he should talk to specialist about." She said shaking her head.
"You have to admit, he's got that whole bad boy vibe to him. Which I think makes him pretty hot." Lindsay confessed.
Alejandro turned to her confused. "Wait, I thought you were dating Tyler?"
"I am," Lindsay assured him. "But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to look."
"The best thing to do is just not let him get into your head." Sierra tried to explain. "As long as you don't actually have any feelings towards him eventually he's going to just get bored and try to annoy someone else instead."
Soon the sky began to turn dark. One by one they each started to doze off. Owen was the last to fall asleep. It was not till the bus entered a tunnel and was immerged into total darkness did he finally pass out.
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Spotlights zapped on blaring into the bus. Everyone was woken up immediately some with a shriek. They covered their eyes from brightness. The lights made it almost impossible to look outside the windows. Owen glanced over at Izzy and saw a metal collar around her neck. He then reached down to his own throat to feel a collar around his neck too. Turning Owen looked over at Noah and they exchanged glances. Noah immediately reached down and felt the collar around his neck. Soon everyone was doing the same. Terror began to show on people's faces. Duncan tried his hardest to pull the collar off but it would not budge. The only person who remained calm was Heather as she sat in silence.
Army personnel stormed the bus. They began forcefully herding everyone off. Once outside the bus they were greeted with the sights and sounds of a military base. Panicked they were forced down a path between two lines of soldiers. As they scurried their way down media and cameras began filming them. The atmosphere, the fear, and the confusion were almost too much for many of them.
They were finally guided into a large building. Inside they sent into a cage with metal bars the size of a school class room. There was a white line down the middle of the cage floor. Everyone was sent in and the door closed behind. They all started running around, trying to get their bearings. Duncan ran and jumped onto the cage wall holding onto the bars, "what the fuck is going on!" he yelled.
The sound of a large metal door closing was heard. They all started in the direction the sound came from. Out from the darkness came Hatchet, their school gym teacher. The hulking fellow made his way into the cage from another entrance accompanied by a couple soldiers.
"Mr. Hatchet! What the hell is going on?" Ezekiel called out.
"Yeah! What's with the collars? It's hurting my neck!" Lindsay asked.
"Silence!" Hatchet screamed. Everybody immediately shut up. "I'll tell you what is going on. We've had some issues lately in this country involving youth and their desire to destroy what we adults have built for them. Recently this has come in the form of the RAM rebel terrorist group. They were the ones responsible for the Peace Tower Condo Complex bombing that left thousands of people dead. Now the government has eliminated all but a select few of the RAMs, they are holding out on a small island. Instead of wasting quality military personnel to track down and kill the remaining RAMs on the island they have decided to send you in their place." Hatchet explained.
"What? You can't do this!" Courtney yelled out.
"Oh but we can!" Hatchet replied with a smile. "And please don't interrupt me, I haven't even gotten to the best part yet!" He said with a twisted sense of glee. "So your mission will be to hunt down and kill the last of the rebels. Don't worry there is only six so you're not going up against an army or anything. The real prize though is their leader Chris! You most certainly have all noticed those collars around your necks. Well they are little camera's we use to monitor your progress. But, more importantly they are there to keep you in line because if you decide not to take part in the mission. Then they will blow your head off."
Everyone screamed. They ran to the sides of the cage and began banging on them yelling to let themselves out. The guards from the other side began poking the teens off the cage walls with the blunt ends of their guns.
"I said don't interrupt me!" Hatchet yelled at the top of his lungs which scared everyone to death. They all immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "Here's the kicker, to make this as direct as possible after all the other rebels are dead, no matter how many of you are left, the person who gets the kill shot on Chris, lives, everyone else, KA-BOOM!"
Everyone erupted into screams again, this time worse then before. Duncan burst out of the crowd yelling, "Fuck you!" he took out his pocket knife, and threw it at Hatchet. The knife hit Hatchet right in the shoulder. The room then became silent. Hatchet looked at the knife sticking out of his shoulder. To everyone, especially Duncan's horror Hatchet began to laugh hysterically. Then in one swift movement Hatchet pulled Duncan's knife out of his shoulder.
The whole room was stunned. A frightening grin placed itself on Hatchet's face. He charged into the crowd of teens holding the knife out in front of him. Everyone ran out of the way. Hatchet went straight for Duncan who fell back about as scared as he'd ever been. Right when Hatchet was right over top of Duncan he closed the knife and handed it back to him. "You're going to need this."
Hatchet then made his way back to the front of the cage where he was standing before, there he whistled. The fear inside the cage was unimaginable. A rumbling sound was heard outside of the cage. Everyone looked to see two soldiers pushing a large cart with black army duffle bags on it. They entered the cage and stopped right next to Hatchet.
"Now this is how it is going to work." Hatchet told them. "Everyone sees the white line in the center of the cage." Anyone standing near the line quickly hurried as far away from it as possible. "Everyone to the left side!" Those still on the right let out a slight scream as they ran to the left side of the line. "When I call your name, you will be given a bag of gear and move to the left side of the line. If you get a bag with a Blue sticker you are on Team A, if you get a bag with a Red sticker you are on Team B. Is that clear?" No one said a word. "Good! Girl 1, Beth!"
All eyes turned and looked at Beth. She was standing at the back shivering in fear. Slowly she walked over to the white line but stopped right before going over. She turned and looked at her friends. Then she took the big step over the line. Once over a bag with a blue sticker was tossed to her. She was barely able to catch it and fumbled for a second before going and standing against the far left side. "Guy 1, Duncan." Hatchet belted out.
Duncan just stood there for a second, still stunned from before. "What if I refuse?"
"I'm not asking Duncan." Hatchet replied.
"You didn't answer my question!" Duncan yelled out as he walked right up to Hatchet. "I'm not going to be part of your sick little game!"
Hatchet took a deep breath. "Okay I'll show you what happens." He then reached behind his back and pulled out a pistol. He aimed the pistol right at Duncan's face. Duncan fell back in shock and in fear. Quickly getting to his feet Duncan scurried over the line. A bag with a red sticker was tossed at him. Still not fully standing the impact from the bag sent Duncan to the ground. He grabbed his bag and tossed it against the left side wall in frustration.
"Next, Girl 2, Courtney." After what happened to Duncan, Courtney didn't hesitate. She ran right across the line, got tossed a red stickered bag and stood next to where Duncan was sitting on the ground. They both exchanged glances before looking back at Hatchet.
"Good girl. Guy 2, Noah." Noah stood there for a second. Trying to gain his composure he took many deep breaths. As he walked by he placed his hand on Owen's shoulder. Before Noah crossed the line though, he ran right up to Hatchet. Hatchet's pistol, still out now pointed at Noah was only inches away from Noah's face.
"Before I cross this line I want to make one thing clear. What you are doing today is just as horrible as anything those terrorists might have done. Even in the very unlikely event I make it out of here alive I will never be sympathetic to your cause!" Noah made clear to Hatchet. Noah then crossed the line, was tossed a red stickered bag. He caught it, dropped it to his feet, and then proceeded to sit down with his arms covering his head.
Hatchet shook his head at Noah, "Girl 3, Bridgette."
Bridgette was being held in the arms of Geoff. They both looked each other in the eye. Geoff held her as tightly as he could for a couple seconds before letting go. She then quickly hurried over the line, was tossed a blue stickered bag, she stood next to Courtney.
"Guy 3, DJ."
DJ did not say a word. His eyes were fixated at the line. He took a deep breath before walking right up to the line but not over. He then turned and stared at Hatchet. "No."
Everyone was shocked. Duncan looked at his friend with a dumbfounded look, not able to believe what he just said. Hatchet shook his head. "Are you trying to test me boy? Wonder whether I'll actually shoot or not?" Hatchet firmly placed DJ in the sight of his gun.
"No," DJ replied in a calm voice. "Whether you shoot me or not, I don't care, I am not doing this."
"Dude…" Geoff said in disbelief.
"DJ!" Duncan yelled out as he got up from where he was sitting.
Before he could move though Hatchet shifted his pistol's aim to Duncan, "If you cross that line, you're dead too."
Quickly Bridgette and Noah ran over and grabbed Duncan holding him back. "Don't do this buddy! We'll find a way, you and me!" Duncan cried trying to appeal to his friend.
A tear appeared down DJ's cheek as he shook his head. "I can't do it. I'm sorry."
"I'm going to count to 3." Hatchet said as he fixed DJ in his sights once again.
"DJ! Don't do this!" Duncan yelled trying to break free from Bridgette and Noah's grasp. They had to use all their strength to keep Duncan back.
"3"
"Dude…" Geoff said as he took a step forward towards his friend unsure what to do, or if he could do anything. Nobody else could find any words to say. Trent and Tyler stood by Geoff both speechless.
"2"
"Please DJ!" Duncan called out. DJ turned his head and looked straight into the eyes of Duncan.
"1"
Hatchet's finger pressed down on the trigger. The resulting blast echoed through the room. A single bullet pierced the right side of DJ's skull and out the other. His body fell sideways hitting the ground with a thud, not crossing the line.
"NOOO!" Duncan screamed, Bridgette and Noah still trying with all their might to keep Duncan back.
Geoff slowly approached the dead body of his friend. A pool of blood began to emerge around DJ's head. Still a few feet away Geoff's knees gave out and he fell to the floor. "DJ…dude…" tears began to stream down Geoff's face. Trent walked to his side; Trent placed his hand on Geoff's shoulder. Trent wasn't doing to well either, his face was a mess. Geoff slowly was able to climb to his feet. He then embraced Trent, who held onto Geoff as well. Tyler walked up and put his arms around the two. The three remained in silence there for almost a minute.
Katie and Sadie averted their eyes, not being able to bring themselves to look. Gwen rested her head on Cody's shoulder as she cried. Owen held onto Izzy for support, who was happy to give it.
Duncan was finally about to break free from Bridgette and Noah. But he no longer had any strength left. And so he just stayed there on his knees looking at his friend's body. He tried to hold back the tears. His fist clinched as his anger built up. He then punched the ground as hard as he could. Not done yet he turned and punched Noah right in the face. Noah fell to the ground; Noah took a deep breath and sucked it in, knowing Duncan had good reason for wanting to punch him.
Still on the ground Duncan dragged himself over to Courtney. He held onto her leg tightly. She slowly sat down on the ground. Duncan placed his head on her lap as he cried.
Boy 3, DJ – DEAD