Disclaimer: I do not own the original concept for Battle Royale or Saw. The character of Jigsaw is not my own creation and therefore I do not own it, however the other characters are entirely fictional and have been created by me.
Chapter One-I want to play a game
Noah Griffiths (Boy #2) was the first in the room to wake up. His body felt stiff and his neck ached from sleeping in an odd position. He groaned as he rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes open. Eventually he found the motivation to sit upright, and after his eyes had adjusted to the darkness he could see himself surrounded by his classmates, who were all still wearing their uniforms and fast asleep. The scene laid out before him could have been peaceful, if not for the fact that he had no idea where he was or how he got there.
"What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath.
The next to wake up was Elizabeth Newton (Girl#8). She scanned the room drearily but found nothing that would be able to explain her presence in the strange room. The last thing she remembered was the man dressed in black with the mask. She was beginning to feel initial jitters of panic. Her breathing grew heavy. She reached up to her neck to touch her Jesus pendant, which usually gave her comfort, but her hand found something bulky and metallic. It was a metal collar which clung to her skin like a leech. She inspected her classmates and realised that they too were wearing bulky metal collars. That's when the panic truly started setting in.
"Erin," Peter Bryson (Boy#12) muttered to himself, only half-conscious. He tried to shake away the fatigue that was clouding up his thoughts then turned his head to see his girlfriend's straightened, light brown hair covering her face. Peter used his elbow to support the weight of his torso, as he brushed Erin Lester-James' (Girl#11) hair behind her and gave her a kiss. His head felt light, as he sat up, but his senses were sharp, he had the unmistakeable sensation that they were all in danger.
Eventually the classmates started to wake up from their deep sleep. They all were silent, but were either grabbing at their metal collars or looking around the room, their faces filled with questions. As the drugs in their bodies started to wear off some of the braver ones tried standing up, but most of them fell down immediately afterwards. They all looked around the room for a familiar sight or a map or a sign (or a goddamn light switch!) something that would help them figure out where the hell they were and why they were there. But their search was fruitless. All they could make out was Class 12D sleeping on the floor of a large and unfamiliar room with a strange black box at one end and large red digital numbers telling everyone the time was 11:40 pm on the wall behind it.
Audrey Stoker (Girl#5) was sleeping soundly when she reached up to her neck and felt the cool touch of the collar. This acted as a trigger to memories of her at home with her older brother. Memories of him explaining the story line to a manga he was reading. She could hear his voice in her head.
"Its called 'Battle Royale'...A class of students...they're wearing these metal collars...they have to kill..."
She threw her eyes open and screamed. Those who were asleep immediately woke up to the sound of Audrey's blood curdling cry. Those who were already awake tried calming down a hysterical Audrey, but all she could do was scream "It's not meant to be true! It's not meant to be true! These collars don't exist!"
"Shut the fuck up Audrey!" Joseph Fowl (Boy#8) screamed in her face. "Audrey I'm warning you!" She wasn't listening, just screaming over and over:
"It's not meant to be true!" Joseph couldn't take it anymore. He slapped Audrey across the face, which successfully shut her up and simply reduced her to tears.
"What the fuck is going on?" Poppy White (Girl#4) yelled.
Then the lights came on. The room was huge, and surprisingly enough mainly empty. The black box at the end of the room was a television mounted on a wooden table, while at the other end of the room there was a single door. The students were all very confused and disappointed, but mainly terrified; none of them recognised their surroundings like they thought they would when the lights were on.
"Right that's enough!" Steven Conrad (Boy #6) screamed in Audrey's ear, as she continued to sob uncontrollably. "Everybody calm down! And someone shut fatty up? Now where the fuck are we?"
"I dunno, but screaming in Audrey's ear and insulting her isn't going to help her calm the fuck down!" Irene Hunter (Girl #7) said through gritted teeth. The girl in her arms cried some more. She stroked Audrey's hair and cradled her "What is it 'drey?" she spoke quietly.
"We've been chosen." Audrey whimpered.
The moment she spoke the TV screen burst into life. It was just static at first but soon the distorting grey shapes had formed a picture of a clown doll. The doll had pure white skin with a red swirl on each of his cheeks. His black curly hair could just be seen in front of the dark green background; and his eyes were deep red with pinpoint pupils sticking out.
"It's Jigsaw" Charlie Graves (Boy #10) whispered to Layton Brahms (Boy #3). It was a pointless observation to say out loud, since everyone in the room immediately recognised the doll from all of the news reports that had littered the TV screen for god knows how many months, if not years. The moment they saw the clown each of them knew that they were in danger, and were in more trouble than they'd ever been before.
"Hello Class 12D of Stanton High School." The doll's jaw moved robotically up and down to Jigsaw's deep gravelly voice.
"I want to play a game." Everyone in the room went quiet; they were too scared to even breathe.
"All of you have been taught how to be civilized adults worthy of society and life, but you refused to obey. So the adults pitied you and put you in Stanton High School, the one place where juvenile delinquents like you were accepted. A school was built so that you could be educated, so that you could learn how to grow up, so that you could appreciate life and enjoy its splendours. You were given the chance to redeem yourselves in society, but you chewed it up and spat it out. You refused to go to classes and continued your vulgar behaviour, you continued to curse the adults, you constantly rebelled against everything and you failed to care.
"I've been disgusted by your mild punishments and lack of determination in righting your wrongs, so in this old, abandoned prison, I've decided to take matters into my own hands by –how shall I put this- cleansing society. I'm going to make you care.
"The game is simple. Kill your classmates until there's only one contestant remaining." Everyone looked around at each other in disbelief. I have to kill them? They all thought to themselves. Audrey started crying again.
"The rules of the game are as follows:
"Any attempt to escape the prison will result in disqualification.
"The prison is divided into seven main building blocks. Every four hours a building will become a danger zone which is forbidden to enter. At twelve o'clock the game officially begins and this building becomes a danger zone. Entering a danger zone will result in disqualification.
"The consequence of being disqualified is that a device in the collars that you're wearing will detonate a small bomb resulting in an immediate death. Allow me to demonstrate what will happen when the device has been triggered."
A doll's head with a metal collar around its neck appeared on the screen. The collar started to make a high pitched beeping noise which gradually became faster and higher pitched as time went on. Finally…boom. The head was demolished. Pieces of debris flew everywhere on the screen.
"These collars also keep track of your position and your heart rate, so that I can keep a close eye on you.
"Around the prison are speakers. Every four hours there will be an announcement listing those who have died and which building blocks have become danger zones.
"The game ends only when there is only one survivor or at the end of 24 hours.
"If there is more than one person alive after 24 hours of leaving this building all of the remaining collars will explode and no one deserves the precious gift of life.
"You are all to leave the room via the back door by class number and choose a pack. Inside the pack is a map, some food and water, a flashlight and a weapon. Each weapon is different to eliminate natural advantages. You may get lucky…" A Remington 870 appeared lying on top of a khaki green duffel bag. "...or perhaps not…" A pencil was replaced instead of the shot gun.
"If you find that your own weapon is inadequate you could have the chance to change your luck. Those of you who find cells with red marks on them have a chance prove themself worthy of another weapon by will facing a test, another game if you will. But remember, some of these weapons may not be as useful as others.
"You are allowed to bring your own school bag if you wish. To make this fair I have attached a device to the zip of the bag, which will release only when the timer starts.
"When I call your name you are to exit through the back door. Starting with Boy One; Jason Adams."
Jason's usually smiling face was pale as he grabbed his bag and walked over to the back door, his long muscular legs reached the end of the room swiftly. He gripped the door handle and paused for thought and ran his hand over his sun bleached hair.
"Fuck," he whispered before leaving the room. A bag rack was leaning against a grey brick wall to Jason's left. In front of him was a large, open courtyard with five stone archways leading to various parts of the prison.
He took a deep breath and grabbed the nearest duffel bag.
"Girl One; Sasha Allen"
Sasha had her golden brown hair creating curtain between her face and the screen. She whimpered when she heard her name being called. Michael, who was sitting near her, reached out and touched her shoulder.
"Sash, it'll be okay". She ignored her friend's comforting words as she grabbed her bag and ran to the door. She snatched the nearest duffel she could get her hands on and went wherever her feet decided to take her.
My friends she thought, Are they my friends?
"Boy Two; Noah Griffiths"
Noah flicked his long brown hair out of his face and slung his blue back pack over his left shoulder.
Before getting up he eyed Andrew Lee (Boy#7), his mate, the guy you could depend on to cover your ass. They gave each other a nod and a slap on the back before Noah walked to the doorway.
"Girl Two; Tina Marshal"
Tina stood up and looked at the bunch of faces staring at her intently. Everyone knew she was the smartest girl in the class, the question was would she use her brains to help herself or help the class?
Would I use my brains to kill everyone? She questioned herself, half convinced that the answer was yes.
"Boy Three; Lleyton Brahms"
Lleyton couldn't wait to get out of the room. He ran towards the door, but his lack of co-ordination prevented him from making it there without tripping over at least once.
Huh, we won't need to kill him; he'll have killed himself before the timer even begins! Some particular classmates joked to themselves. Lleyton's face was red as he ran through the door and screamed.
"Girl Three; Loretta Ryan"
Loretta stood up uneasily, attempting to hide her fear behind her usual façade of the tough and fearless one. She breathed heavily and strode to the door with as much confidence as she could. She gave Carla a nod and disappeared behind the door.
"Boy Four; Michael Milne"
Michael was shaking as he looked around at his classmates, unconvinced that he would be forced to kill them. Even if he'd taken his medication he was convinced that he'd still be shaking. His white skin seemed to glow in the moonlight as he tapped each of his friends on the shoulder and smiled weakly. He was standing in front of the door when all of a sudden he turned around.
"Stay safe." He said before closing the door behind him.
"Girl Four; Poppy White"
"Oh god," she whispered to herself. She sat there for a moment before reaching for her bag.
"I love you guys!" she said before getting up and running as fast as she could in a skirt and flats to the door. "We're all friends aren't we?" she yelled banging on the door that she had just closed behind her, making her voice echo into the cold night air. After wiping a tear away she grabbed a bag and left. Aren't we?
"Boy Five; Jake Taylor"
Jake had sat in the corner cross legged and serene. When he heard his name he got up and grabbed his bag. He left without a word; he didn't look back or even show any sign of panic, but inside Jake was a mess. He slung the duffel over his shoulder and looked out over the courtyard. It looked empty, but Jake wasn't too sure.
You can't be too sure about anything in this kind of fucking game.
"Girl Five; Audrey Stoker"
Audrey hadn't moved from Irene's embrace since she first saw Jigsaw on the screen. Irene continued to stroke her hair and shush her like a mother would to her child. Audrey slowly pulled away from Irene's arms and looked deep into her brown eyes. Irene reached with her arm towards her friend's bag and smiled.
"It'll be okay, I promise." And Audrey found the courage to walk over to the door and leave.
"Boy Six; Stephen Conrad"
The boy's green eyes moved from the door to his class back to the door. He stood up and sighed.
"Well, see you I guess." He walked as fast as he could out of the door and took a deep breath. "Here goes." And he grabbed a bag.
"Girl Six; Linda Greene"
Linda's eyes were frantic.
"I don't want to go!" she yelled. "I don't want to kill anyone!" But the clown on the screen simply stared at her with an unchanging expression. She stood up and grabbed her bag on the way.
"I'll never play this game. Never!" She sprinted to the other side of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"Boy Seven; Andrew Lee"
"Fuck," Andrew muttered angrily and got up. He glanced over at Irene, who was staring at him with a worried look. He walked over to the door as confidently as he could. He flicked his thick black hair and looked to his classmates, giving them the two fingered salute before slamming the door behind him.
"Girl Seven; Irene Hunter"
She grabbed her bag and stood up, trying to get used to her legs again after being heavily drugged. She shook her head slightly and half ran to the door. She gave the remaining people one last look before closing the door behinds her. What could she do?
"Boy Eight; Joseph Fowl"
Joseph smirked slightly then got on his feet. He stretched his arms towards the ceiling then out to the sides.
"See youse later." He spoke lightly considering he was freaking out a little.
"Girl Eight; Elizabeth Newton"
She touched the collar around her neck and began tearing up. She slowly got to her feet and walked towards the door. Someone as gentle as her could not dare even think of hurting someone.
If only they'd known what happened four years ago, then things would have been different. But now was not the time to dwell on the past. She closed the door gently behind her.
"Boy Nine; Stan Wilson"
Stan stumbled while trying to stand up. He chuckled at his clumsiness and looked for his bag. His bony arm grasped the shoulder strap and dragged it along the ground as he trudged to the door.
"Girl Nine; Carla Briscoe"
Carla stood up after leaning against the back wall.
Such is life. She shrugged and slung her one shouldered bag around her arm. She adjusted her skirt and walked off without even looking at the last few students.
Only one person can win this thing...
"Boy Ten; Charlie Graves"
Charlie ran. He didn't dare hesitate or even look back. He just ran out of the door and god knows where he planned to go. He just ran, because it's the only thing he could think of doing.
"Girl Ten; Rose Aronson."
Rose grabbed her bag. She stood in the large room for a while before deciding to get a move on.
"Fuck you Jigsaw." She muttered and left in haste.
"Boy Eleven; Eric Johnson"
He looked around at his three friends.
"We'll meet up yeah?" They nodded in reply. "So, see you then." He gave Wendy Brown (Girl#12) a kiss on the forehead and went out of the room.
I'm sorry Wendy.
"Girl Eleven; Erin Lester-James"
She sighed.
"I'm going to go now Pete, but like Eric said, we'll meet up, ok?" Peter had his arms around her from the moment Jigsaw came on the screen.
"I have to go." She whispered. He finally let his arms loosen letting her walk out.
"Boy Twelve; Peter Bryson"
"I'll wait for you on the other side of the door." He said standing up and running after Erin. Wendy stayed in the room, scared about being alone in the vast room.
"And finally, Girl Twelve; Wendy Brown"
She ran. She ran as fast as she could without tripping over and slammed the door behind her.
"The timer starts in ten minutes time and will count down 24 hours."
Author's Note: So now you know all of the names of the characters. Don't worry, there will be a lot more character development throughout the piece. Please review, I really want to know what you guys think about it.