This is pure Fiction and is about what could of happend

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It was only half an hour ago that they had been told that it was "kill or be

killed little warriors" the moment they had left the school with there

packs and bags they all had a thought of death and dread. Yoshitoki and

Shuya had been running for ages. They had finally stopped and they

opened a their packs and took out a bottle of water and they passed it

back and fourth drinking and then Yoshitoki asked "what you get you

know for a weapon?" "What" said Shuya "oh a field knife" as he took it

out and showed it to Yoshitoki the Shuya asked "then what you get?"

"This" he replied he reached into his pack. It was a revolver with a small

pipe "okay then" said Shuya "your going in front" "no no no" Yoshitoki

Replied "why not" said Shuya "I'm really scared could you go in front

Shuya" "okay then" he replied "give me the gun and you can use the

Knife" as he held the knife out to Yoshitoki and Yoshitoki said "no way

I'm holding on to it" "okay" said Shuya as they started to walk but then

Yoshitoki started to think "only one survives" there was no way to get the

collars off and then he thought how much could trust him . No matter

what he thought the words "I want to live". As he raised the gun to

Shuya's back and fired. And as it smashed into his heart the bullet span it

forced blood out of his back and it dribbled out of his mouth. With his last breath he said " why " and

Yoshitoki replied " only one survives" as Shuya closed his eyes and died

at the hands at someone he had known most of his life. They were nearly

brothers as Yoshitoki walked off he whispered "no more baron gong no

more"