Hello~

This story was originally written in Finnish (and is still unfinished) and this is a translation. The original can also be found from my profile.

The characters are all my own, but I do not own the original idea of Battle Royale (sadly). And I might have included slight Hunger Games elements, such as the Program being broadcast live.

Enjoy!

First came disbelief. No, not me. This can not happen to me. It's impossible. Why me? There's no way something like this could happen…

Absolutely everyone who was forced to be part of this tragedy must have thought the same thing. And each of their families as well. Nobody wanted to lose their child - no matter how obnoxous that 15 or 16 years old teenager was.

Next came the horror and despair at the same time. They would have to fight for their lives. Against each other. Against their own classmates they had known for years. Their friends, enemies, possible love interests. They would have to kill each other, at least one per day. Or they would all die. But if they'd play nice, do as the rules said, one could live.

The fear of death hovered in that room that resembled a class like a heavy mist they breathed in. Most of them were still crying. So had Raven a little while ago, but now the tears had dried. Soon they would be sent to that deadly area. It had been quickly introduced, but not much was told.

Raven understood. There was no time to cry now, it wouldn't help. No, she had to think of a way to survive. Death wasn't something she looked forward to, even though it was most likely inevitable. What should she do?

The thought about playing wasn't exactly tempting. It was too easy to lose yourself in that. Besides it would not do any good to start a shooting spree right away and kill people. Only if necessary.

She eyed her classmates again. No one dared to say anything out loud, but that didn't stop her from noticing things. Important things that could be seen from simple gestures. Meaningful glances between four boys. Alliance. Lisa's erratic breaths. She would crack. Slow tears falling on Evelyn's face, her face turned away from everyone else. Suicide.

Dark haired girl's eyes stopped for a while and now gazed at a single person sitting at the back. Ryan. He sat calmly, staring forward with no expression on his face. Raven wasn't sure if he had cried at any point.

They had some things in common. But Raven was more vocal. She communicated with people a lot more, even though she preferred being alone or with only a few friends. Ryan was much more withdrawn. What would he do? Would he play?

The ugly "teacher" cleared his throat and spoke again. Blah blah blah ready to go. Well, if there was something Raven could give the man props for, it was that none of them had been shot immediately. She had seen it happen sometimes in the earlier Programs. There wasn't really kept much as a secret.

Names.

"Girl #1, Carmen Dunn."

Carmen was shaking when she stood up. It didn't stop when she walked to the front of the class, but her hips were still swaying as always. She took the bag given to him and left the room.

"Boy #1, Joel Rice."

Blond, tearful boy moved.

"Girl #2, Angelica Cain."

Angelicas were stereotypically the prettiest girls in class. This time it was the wrong adress. Dirty blond thin hair and kind of a mousey appearance didn't make Angelica very pretty.

"Boy #2, Rafael Marshall."

Boy with an average body type stood up, trying to act like he wasn't scared at all. One of the allied kids, Raven noted.

"Girl #3, Zoe Phillips."

Colorful dreadlocks. An easy target, she kind of felt bad for her.

"Boy #3, Curtis Chandler."

Dark skin, fast and athletic. He wouldn't be caught easily.

Raven almost startled. What was she doing? Choosing a target to kill? No, no no. Not unless you have to. Stay human.

"Girl #4, Kaitlyn Daines."

Sweet ginger. Delicate and kind. It was impossible not to feel pity.

"Boy #4, Matt Wilson."

Vapid.

"Girl #5, Gwen Bouchard."

The beauty queen. Brown, thick curls and beautiful lips. There were a few tears glimmering on Gwen's cheeks, but the way she walked was confident. Raven wanted to chuckle. It would be best to stay far from her.

"Boy #5, Alexander Soto."

Alex. He was smart. Not a nerd, smart. He would have a plan. His steps told everything. On their way to war.

"Girl #6, Lisa Rodgers."

Poor Lisa, already losing herself. It was best to stay away, she would go nuts and kill, Raven mused.

"Boy #6, Henry Smith."

Vapid.

"Girl #7, Christie York."

Another pretty girl. Blondie, not very tall, a gymnast. Perhaps she could make use of those skills.

"Boy #7, Andre Montgomery."

Another allied kid. The leader of the gang, in fact. Raven knew Andre. He had more authority than an average teacher. Unfortunately he also had the tendency to use it incorrectly.

"Girl #8, Melanie Harrison."

Vapid.

"Boy #8, Marlon Gill."

No idea. High potential of going crazy.

"Girl #9, Hannah Faderlove."

Fragile, delicate, fearful. Just like all girls named Hannah were, at least according to Raven's experience.

"Boy #9, Ray Miller."

When the dark haired boy stood up, Raven quit breathing for a moment. She was next. Now it was important to stay calm and get quickly somewhere safe. And hope that someone wasn't waiting with a weapon outside immediately. Death a second after stepping out was everything but cool.

Now this was it. Don't panic, stay calm, stay fucking calm…

"Girl #10, Raven Galbraith."

It was the sound of the judgement. Raven forced her breath to remain steady and stood up slowly. Keep your eyes in the front, don't panic, now stay calm.

Shit, the gaze wanted to slip. She took the first steps. No shaking, good. On her left she saw a graphic, well-set blonde haircut. The owner sent him a grin and a long gaze. She grimaced in disgust internally. Disgusting, depraved. And dangerous, most likely.

Raven continued to move forward, passing some empty and a couple of taken seats. Jack Taylor, he would be the next after her, an allied kid… Jennifer Wade, how would she manage? Most likely she'd search her friends… Stacy Newton, perhaps those two would team up…

She stopped. A soldier threw her a bag. Another one kept the door open. Raven took a deep breath and refused to look at the classroom as she ran out.

As you might have noticed, I will be focusing on one main character. It's easier that way for me to write, and it's kind of annoying to make up personalities for like 36 people, so I'd rather just have a couple of "good" characters.

Please review, I would be very grateful~