Disclaimer- Don't own Archie, or Battle Royale. If I did, I'd be rich.

Note: This story is sort of a mix between the movie Battle Royale, with Archie magazine Characters. If you haven't watched B.R its okay because its going to be explained in this story anyways,. You don't have to have watched the movie to understand this story.

Warning- Plenty of my own characters will be in this. But they will not be disgustingly cliché, or sickening. So don't worry. Also, if you dislike violence, steer clear from this story. And if you find my story offensive in anyway, tell me.

Otherwise enjoy the story, and don't forget to leave a review

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Battle Royale: Riverdale

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Mrs. Grundy's 5th period speech class was in an uproar as it always was. The 50 students that inhabited it screeched, laughed and chased each other around the large room, and paper balls drenched in spit somehow found its way into Archie's eye.

"Ow!" He cried as he reared his head, just in time to see Reggie and Chuck snicker and turn away. "Jerks!" he shouted as he began to run in pursuit of the pranksters.

Betty turned away from her gossip session with Veronica to observe as Chuck and Reggie smoothly jumped down from the bleacher like seats, and swung around the podium as Archie clumsily ran after them, scrambling across the huge classroom.

Betty shook her head disapprovingly, but could not suppress a chuckle. "When will they grow up?" She asked Veronica who giggled in return.

A loud, urgent shout seared through the Chaos as a classmate named Gary stormed into the room. "Grundy's coming!" He said as he herded Chuck, Archie, and Reggie into their seats. Dilton looked up from the book his nose had been burrowed in as Betty smiled and leaned over to wake the dozing Jughead from his dreams that were most likely of food.

The chaos that had reigned the class roomed lulled as the aging teacher entered the room. The class knew that she had no tolerance for monkey business, and would assign a 15 minute speech on insanely difficult topics if the class was not in their seats by the time she entered. Because of this fact, the class of 50 students assigned someone as the official "Grundy alarm" to warn everyone if he saw Grundy approaching. It was Gary's week, and everyone had to admit, he was pretty darn good at it.

The class waited , hands folded as Grundy walked into the room. The teacher strode to her desk and sat in it looking rather defeated. Instead of taking her usual place at the podium lecturing, she remained seated wordlessly, eyes scanning the gigantic room. She seemed to be taking in every students faces, studying then, and placing them into her memory. The students squirmed in their seats in unease, and genuine concern. They loved Grundy, and in all of their years with her, had never seen Grundy look so dead. She was usually so fiery and stern, ready to teach, and ready to build adults. But today her eyes were lackluster, and heavy bags hung beneath them as if she hadn't gotten even a few minutes of sleep in years.

Betty, being as compassionate as usual was first to speak.

"Mrs. Grundy?… Are you Okay?"

The blonds voice hung in the air for a few minutes, and a tense silence filled the room.

Grundy shuffled some papers on her desk for apparently no reason before she finally answered.

"Of course not Betty. Just didn't sleep too well last night is all…"

It was apparent to most of the class that this was a downright lie. But thankfully everyone had the sense to stay silent.

"Anyway, class, you've been invited to participate in a national debate competition. Debate classes from all over the country come, and you've all been invited."

The room was alive in an instant. All of the students began to whisper amongst themselves in joy to their respective friends. The class was so large that everyone had formed specific clique's and knew nothing about the other classmates other than name and face.

Grundy raised a hand for silence.

"We leave next Thursday. There is a permission slip on the front desk. Grab one as you leave."

The class suppressed their excitement, and nodded.

"Class dismissed." The teacher said, falling back into her chair.

The class gasped in surprise. Was a teacher even allowed to let a class out when it had hardly begun?

However, they weren't the type to complain, essentially not Reggie who was the first to bound out the door.

One by one the students filed out of the classroom, some happy, some puzzled, and all excited about the upcoming competition.

Only Betty and Veronica stayed behind, reaching for the permission slips with deliberate hands.

"Mrs. Grundy?" Veronica dared. "Are you sure your alright?"

Grundy looked up at her two beloved students, and had to bite back tears. These kids…. These darling kids she had known since their childhood….

"Yes girls. I'm fine."

Shooting their teacher one last concerned look, the best friends walked out of the class.

Alone at last, the aging teacher felt a few tears slide down her cheek.

I'm sorry kids… I tried the best I could….

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The night before Grundy had been in her office, sipping her usual sweetened tea as she prepared for the next days lesson. She even let a small smile grace her lips as she thought of Archie and Reggie's antics early that day.

Archie had been the "Grundy alarm" (the kids had no idea she knew of its existence) and as Archie saw her approach the hall, he tried to warn the class, and instead got locked out by mischievous Reggie. She had caught Archie shouting like a banshee as he sauntered around clumsily, demanding the door be opened.

What fools. But lovable ones nonetheless.

Finished with her lecture arrangements, Grundy finished off her tea and prepared to leave, when a very Disheveled Weatherbee stumbled into her office. He tripped ridiculously, and fell into a fat heap before her feet, panting and cursing softly.

Shortly following the wreck of a principal were three burly men. All wearing identical government patches on their black uniforms.

It was quite a simple patch. The initials B.R in fancy gold stitch.

B.R?

What was….?

The teacher stared down at her feet where Weatherbee had begun to sob.

B.R…

It clicked.

"Never!" she said forcefully without even waiting for the men to introduce themselves. "You cant take them."

The three men raised their eyebrows in surprise. The old woman had a fire in her eyes that they had not seen in a long time.

The tallest man who was apparently their leader was first to break out of their stupor.

"The United States Association of Youth and…" he began

"No." Grundy disrupted. "I said no."

"Your class has been chosen to perform in the annual Battle Royale.."

Grundy looked down at her feet at the very much defeated principal. Then back up at the men.

"I said…"

This time it was the large man who interrupted her. A little roughly this time.

"Do not try to resist, or it is the government of the United States you are resisting."

A choked sob rose from the ground as the principal resumed his crying.

"Your class of fifty students have been chosen to participate in the annual Battle Royale… in order to retain order in induce the fear of government into the adolescence, the government decrees…"

He's so robotic. Grundy thought. He's just reading this line for line from his memory. Just how many people has he sentence to death with this speech?

"NO!" Grundy shouted. The teacher turned to grab her china cup of tea, prepared to smash the burly man with it. She was unsure of what would happen after she did, seeing as his head was probably too thick to feel it at all.

The teacher raised the cup in her hand and turned… just in time to see a small pistol pointed at her head, a finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger.

The cup fell from her stiff fingers and shattered on the ground.

"You will not resist."

And at gunpoint, Grundy found that he was very right.

Her resolve fell from all around her, and she felt her delusional beliefs that she would die for her students shattered like the tiny china cup.

"Very good…."The man said smugly, tucking the gun away into his jacket. "Now sign here, here, and…"

Grundy felt herself drowned in a sea of sound and swirling confusions.

Three days.

Three days and 49 of her 50 students would be dead.

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The sky was cloudless and beautiful as the debate class filed onto the buses that would take them to the debating competition.

The bus was gigantic, enough for all fifty students to sit comfortably, but they had little time to marvel it between the excited chatter.

"Can you believe it? If we win this, we might be on the news!" Archie exclaimed to his group of friends.

"This could be the break I'm waiting for!" Reggie said. "And then poof, all the girls will fall for my smile. I'll be famous!"

An annoyed elbow to the ribs via Betty Cooper sent him into a fit of laughter. He loved annoying her almost as much as he did Archie.

"Hey guys." Said chuck as he and his girlfriend Nancy came up to the group. "The buses are loading the students now. Lets go."

The group let out a loud cheer as they stampeded towards the bus. Jughead used his spindly figure to worm through the mob that was in front of the bus' door, and somehow made it to the front of the line. He teetered precariously, nearly toppling backwards into the girls behind him, but his classmate named Josh was able to grab hold of his arm and pull him into the bus.

"I'll save you guys seats!" Jughead called, clutching his crown hat as it threatened to fall from his head.

"Us too!" Midge called from behind the line, hanging onto Moose's arm to stand on her tip toes.

In a short enough time, everyone had gotten onto the bus, somehow Archie and Jugheads very large group of friends were able to sit together and were currently all talking at once, and over each other. Then all would laugh at the absurdity of the moment, and start again. Only Dilton was silent as he was squished comfortably between Reggie's back and a bug splattered window, reading a thick philosophical book.

The bus roared fiercely as it began on its journey.

"And…. We're Off!" Shouted petite little Candace from the back of the bus.

The hours dragged on, and the excited chatter that had inhabited the bus began to calm into level conversation.

The bus driver sighed in relief. He hated teenagers. So loud, and rowdy. No wonder Battle Royale was created.

And speaking of Battle Royale…

The driver reached into his pocket and produced a small oval canister. Careful not to let anyone notice, he snapped a small lid off of the metal can, and let it fall to the ground, and roll down the aisle of the bus. The produced a small hiss as a light mist of vapor seeped from it, and into the bus.

Only one person seemed to notice it. The boy Gary looked up from his conversation with his friends, and he pointed to the small canister that was rolling down the bus floor. He bent and grabbed it.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked to no one in particular. He suddenly felt a very hot rush of air come from the ball, and he hissed in pain and dropped it. The canister continued its roll down the aisle, fuming the bus successfully.

One by one, the students felt a certain sleepiness come about, and try as they might, their eyes would not stay open.

Veronica gave a dainty yawn and snuggled into Archie's shoulder. Soon the red head was falling into slumber as well.

Betty gazed away, feeling stung as she watched her best friend and object of desire cuddle up to sleep.

But speaking of sleep…. Why was she suddenly so…?

Grudgingly she let her head fall onto Reggie's shoulder. She never would want to, but he was next to her. And she was so….. Tired.

"What the fuck?" Gary continued to shout albeit a bit more sleepily. "What the hell was that thing…. It…." he fell asleep just like everyone else.

Only Reggie remained slightly conscious. He looked down to Betty's sleeping face, and smiled. She must have been pretty damn tired to sleep on him.

He looked up and around him. Everyone was out cold. Odd, considering everyone seemed to fall asleep around the same time.

Something was not right… it tugged at Reggie's mind. He was usually so sharp… but everything… his mind felt so heavy…

Reggie turned to the front of the bus, and locked eyes with the bus driver.

He was wearing a gas mask.

Despite its drugged condition, Reggie's mind put two and two together, and determined that something was wrong.

That they were in a dangerous situation.

With that he fell into unconsciousness.

And the tiny canister in the back of the bus continued to hiss its sleep inducing vapor into the air.

The students slept soundly. Unaware that when they woke, they would not be at the competition that didn't exist.

And they would definitely, definitely, be far, far from home

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Contestants (last names withheld.)

Boys

Boy # 1- Archie

Boy # 2- John

Boy # 3-Jughead

Boy #4-Ryan

Boy #5-Timothy

Boy #6- Brian

Boy #7- Chuck

Boy #8- Dylan

Boy #9- Andrew

Boy #10- Reggie

Boy #11-Rex

Boy #12- Alex

Boy #13- Moose

Boy #14- Gary

Boy #15-Dilton

Boy #16-Kyle

Boy #17- Damien

Boy #18- Dominic

Boy #19- Chris

Boy #20- Frank

Boy #21-Maurice

Boy #22- Lance

Boy #23-Derek

Boy #24- Mario

Boy #25- David

Girls

Girl #1- Midge

Girl #2- Lisa

Girl #3- Jessica

Girl #4-Candace

Girl #5- Lena

Girl #6-Betty

Girl #7- Laura

Girl #8-Becky

Girl #9-Tamia

Girl #10- Mitra

Girl #11- Nancy

Girl #12- Kim

Girl #13- Ethel

Girl #14- June

Girl #15- Sarah

Girl #16- Cheryl

Girl #17- Susie

Girl #18- Joy

Girl #19- Kendall

Girl #20- Connie

Girl #21- Kelly

Girl #22- Melissa

Girl #23-Rihanna

Girl #24- Monica

Girl #25- Randy

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