AN: So here is the update that I have promised! My summer classes are about to start so my update would be pretty irregular… I'm taking Japanese and a PE this semester. I'm so excited!

Also I made this chapter a bit comical so we could have a few laughs before the program actually begins.

So here is the continuation of Battle Royale: Dual Fate

Disclaimer: Koushun Takami owns Battle Royale! I only own the characters! And I also own some of the weapons they'll be using for this game! Enjoy.


Chapter 2: Twisted Reality

Chloe Fitzhugh's POV (Girl #7)

I woke up with a pulsing headache. I feel like I had a couple shots of tequila rose again but I don't remember drinking on the bus; heck, I don't remember falling asleep. I rubbed my forehead to alleviate some of the pain and checked my mouth if I drooled while sleeping. If Cody and Janine see that I did, they'd freaking laugh at me till the trip is over.

I look to my side to see the two of them and find out that we weren't on the bus. Cody and Janine were still on my left but they were sprawled on armchairs. I looked around and saw that pretty much everyone was sleeping in various positions. The only one awake aside from me was Mama Garcia. The lighting was terrible but I could see that her eyes were red and puffy. She met my gaze and pointed her fingers at her neck. I touched my neck and felt something cold and metallic wrapped around it. It wasn't loose but it didn't choke me as well. I immediately shook Cody so he would wake up. I wanted to scream but seeing that we were in an unknown location with weird objects on our necks, I doubted yelling would do anything productive.

"Five more minutes, mom..." Cody replied groggily.

If I couldn't scream at him or shake him I did the next best thing, I slapped him. He fell down his chair and made a racket. Wrong move Chloe. When Cody made his way back to his chair he complained to me his signature "what was that for?"

"It's because you're a freaking…"

I was about to call him an idiot when a stern looking woman walked into the room accompanied by six guys in full fatigues and accompanying firearms. She looked at me and Cody and gave us a big sadistic grin. I was willing to bet a week's worth of allowance that some of those teeth were artificial. She was wearing a salmon office blouse with a sea green skirt and a red scarf. I wasn't in front of the class to see what shoes she was wearing but I'm guessing it would also be bright and horrendous. If Vanessa saw her right now, she'd probably faint. She freaking looked like a Technicolor hippo with all the wrinkles.

She took out a metal ruler form the teacher's table in front and tapped it on the chalk board.

"Rise and Shine, pumpkins" She said in her high-pitched, perky voice.

Everyone started waking up and their facial expressions were limited to scared, confused or shocked.

"I can see that everyone's already up, my name by the way is Sylvia Abbott but you can all call me Teacher Sylvia."

She was obviously waiting for a response or a chorus of 'Good Morning Teacher Sylvia' but everyone was still in their respective trances. I glanced back and Vanessa's eyes were as big as saucers and she looked like she needed a barf bag. Ashley Schultz was patting her back comfortingly. Kiefer Blanchard looked appalled as he gazed at 'Teacher Sylvia' as if he was waiting for the punch line.

"Okay, now since I am your teacher and this is a classroom, we have a few rules to follow. Rule number one: Raise your hand if you want to say something and wait for your name to be called before speaking up. People caught talking out of turn will be punished."

She smiled as one of the guys in fatigues displayed his gun for the class to see and he pointed it towards the blackboard. He then pulled the trigger and a shower of splinters and smoke replaced that part of the board. Everyone was now in a state of shock. I can't even glance behind me since I'm afraid I might offend Teacher Sylvia or one of the gunmen by doing so.

"Excellent, so you better be on your best behavior alright? We don't want anyone of you hurt… yet."

She gave us one of her trademark sadistic grin and I can't help but cry now. She is definitely made out of pure evil.

"Okay now rule number two: I want everyone to be sitting properly, in proper posture of course."

Everyone, including me, shuffled in our armchairs and sat in the best posture we could muster.

"Excellent, class! Now I think you're now ready for our lecture for the day. Listen carefully since this might be your last lecture. No note taking required. I just want your complete attention on the lecture since you'll be tested on the subject matter soon. Is that clear children? Please reply with 'yes Teacher Sylvia' if you understand."

We all chimed the response back at her and I was really paranoid now. Tears were flowing from my eyes and I know that some of us were crying as well. Cody, like the wimp he is, was bawling like a two year old who lost his balloon.

"Okay so let me ask you a question first. Does anyone know why you're here? Raise your hand if you know. "

My body moved before my brain could think and I glanced around the room to see if someone was raising their hands. I wasn't shot or anything thank goodness and I saw Mama Garcia raising her hand shakily. Maybe that's why she'd been crying the whole time, she knows what will happen.

"Oooh okay let me know your name first." Teacher Sylvia said as she took out her clipboard. "Ah, I see. Miss Garcia, the perfect example of what a teenager should not turn out to be. What's the answer, dearie?"

I cringed at her sudden harsh tone. What she said was just plain rude but I can't speak up to her like I do to my mom. Mama Garcia was shocked by her accusation but she responded in between sobs.

"We've been chosen for this year's Program…"

It all suddenly hit me like a speeding train. The collar, the ugly, horrible teacher and even the field trip… We were chosen for this year's Battle Royale. We've been sent to a punishment worse than hell!

Teacher Sylvia clapped her hands in delight before uttering her response.

"Very good Miss Garcia, you're not a washout after all. That's right class. You were chosen this year for the annual Battle Royale. Now the Battle Royale Program originated from the beautiful country of Japan. Some countries, like ours, have adopted this program for different reasons. For example, China does it to decrease the number of males in their country while Russia does it for entertainment purposes. Ours on the other hand, uses it to decrease the vile delinquents this country has. Look at your selves my darling angels, multi-colored hair, trinkets and accessories everywhere, numerous disciplinary actions, my word, these things are horrible! We need role models for our America, not hooligans! Every single victor of our Battle Royales turned out into someone the youth can follow and idolize. Just look at Taylor Lautner!"

Major Eeeeew alert! Teacher Sylvia has the hots for Taylor Lautner! How disgusting can this woman get?

"Anyways, there are some key things you should know about the Program. First of all are the collars on your neck right now. Try to feel it but don't pull it out, it will explode!"

I glanced around again and saw everyone removed their fingers away from the exploding collar.

"Now that collar will always monitor your pulse so we will know who's still alive and who's not. They are waterproof, shockproof and tamperproof so you can't remove them. Those collars are also controlled by us so if a complete day passes by without anyone dying, we will all be sad since we have to detonate all of your collars." She pretended to pout but I could still make out a smirk from the corner of her lips. I was already starting to tremble and the hairs of my skin were now standing up. The woman in front of us is insane!

"Now the next thing you need to learn is what we call a Danger Zone. The island we're in now is divided into a hundred sections. You will see what it looks like in the maps you'll be receiving later. Every announcement I make, that will be every 6 and 12 o' clock in the morning and evening, I'm going to tell you the names of your fallen comrades and the areas that would become danger zones and the time when they will be activated as danger zones. Now you make sure you get the coordinates of those areas because if you're caught in one when the danger zone becomes active then your collar will explode and I'm pretty sure you don't want that right? Also the school will also be the first danger zone in this game and it will get activated twenty minutes after the last student leaves the school. That time would be more than enough for someone to leave the area completely."

The more she spoke, the harder I cried. I never thought I could cry this much but when your life's on the line; I guess this is what really happens. There's no use denying this now… I am part of this living twisted nightmare now…

"Okay, the last thing I will cover is your day pack. Each day pack consists of food, water, a watch, a compass, a map of the island, a tickler and a pen and of course, your weapon. Now the weapon you'll be getting is really random so you could unleash your creativity on how you utilize it. I know that you have some important things from your bags that you want to bring like changes of clothes, medications or even some mementos, so you are free to place some of those items into your day pack but only bring a few things, okay? We don't want you to carry a lot of baggage that can bring you down."

She smiled again and this one was the most menacing of them all. I'm really starting to think that this woman will eat our remains when we die.

"Now are there any questions, class? Don't be shy now. This might be your last chance to address a particular concern of yours"

I wanted to ask her right now if she was part troll but I didn't want to die at this very moment so I bit my tongue. I looked around and saw that no one had any questions. Most of us were crying or on the verge of crying. Tiffany and her crew's faces had smudges because of the tears ruining their makeup. I saw Logan hold the hand of his girlfriend, Camille, for comfort. I lastly looked at my friends Cody and Janine. Cody was crying badly and his nose was beginning to get runny. Janine was also crying but she was looking in my direction and she was mouthing something at me. 'I guess this is goodbye' was what I read from her mouth and that made me cry even more. I can't kill my classmates, especially my friends. I hate the government! I hate whoever thought that this program would be a great addition to our lives. I fucking hate all of them! My brain was on an autopilot murderous rant already but was stopped when Teacher Sylvia started speaking again.

"I almost forgot, children. We added a new twist this year, instead of only one person surviving; we decided to make it two people instead. See how nice the government is? But it won't be the last two standing as some of you might think. You kids will be partnered up and if both of you are alive as the last people standing then you would both be crowned as the victors! Your partners have already been decided so you don't have to fret in finding a partner right now. I'm going to hand you now an envelope containing the name of your partner. And please keep your joy or disgust to yourselves. I don't want anyone making silly noises."

She walked towards us and individually gave us the envelopes with our names outside. I badly wanted to trip her when she was walking down my aisle but I restrained myself. I took the envelope she gave me and opened it immediately.

Inside the envelope was the name, Justin Cowan .Of all the people in our class, it just had to be him? Now this is a real joke! I crumpled up the envelope and looked at him in the corner of the room. He had his eyes closed but there was no sign of him crying. What an insensitive bastard!

I looked back at Cody and Janine and saw them looking at each other. Janine signaled to me that they were partners. Great! At least I know which pair I would like to win. I gave them a 'thumbs up' to show my support for them and Janine tried to smile but she just started crying again.

"Attention class, the Program will start in a few minutes. Compose yourself first as we choose who will be the first person to go."

She produced a jar containing multi-colored balls that reminded me of jawbreakers or bingo balls.

"Okay once I announce the name of the first person to leave, I want him or her to stand up, get their respective day pack and stuff in front and head out that door. We'll wait a full two minutes before the next person goes, okay? If we start with boy #1 then girl #1 follows then boy #2 and so on. Is that clear?" I nodded

"So the lucky person to leave first is… Boy #8 Percival Hale!"

My mind just cracked the moment she said Percy's name. Percy is boy #8 in our class and I just happen to be girl #7. That means I'm going to be the last person to leave… Crap.


AN: So there is chapter 2! Do you like it, love it, hate it? Tell me in your reviews!

And as usual I have a question for the chapter.

The Question of the Chapter is: Who did you visualize as Sylvia Abbott? I was thinking on the lines of Joe Walker's version of Dolores Umbridge in AVPS, hence the Taylor Lautner reference.

And with that, Percival Jones is out. Peace!