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Vinny sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. In his lap sat a newly assembled sniper rifle. It was good as far as Vinny could tell. The instruction manual said it was a high calibre sniper rifle capable of blasting a hand sized hole in whoever it hit. Vinny chuckled. Mr Henderson was right; he had the perfect personality for this kind of weapon. He was patient. He was very patient. As long as the cave he was in didn't become a forbidden zone he could stay there all through the game. Vinny flicked back his shoulder length hair and began tying it back as it would only get in the way if he had to shoot someone. Who would he shoot? Only a few people really. He didn't have a problem with death but he regarded too many people as his friends to kill them. Then again if he encountered someone who was playing he would have no choice but to take them down, even if they were one of his friends. He was going to survive this game. He practised loading and reloading the gun. Once he was good at it he took up position by the cave entrance. From where he was he could guard the only way into the cave and see anyone who tried to approach. Then he remembered that to be able to snipe properly, you had to have something resting between the gun and the ground. Placing the rifle beside him he ripped one sleeve of his school jumper off and wrapped it around the end of the gun. He was just in time to see a vague shape appear in the forest in front of him. Looking through the scope of the rifle he saw who it was and smiled. What great luck to have his sworn enemy walk right out in front of him.

Matt Sutcliff (male student number eighteen) crept out of the forest. He was keen to avoid being seen by anyone as when he had checked his pack, he had found a boomerang was his weapon. If his gang were here he could hook up with them but they hadn't been selected for the program. Thomas hearing (male student number twenty five) was here, maybe he could find him. He was bound to have a better weapon and if he didn't willingly give it to him he could resort to force. He didn't look like he could put up any sort of fight but his small frame was hiding some reasonable strength. He had no qualms about hurting, perhaps even killing, his friends and classmates if it ensured his survival. He stopped and took some water from his pack. It was tasteless but it would quench his thirst for the time being. That was, if he could manage to drink any. Before the bottle touched his lips the hand holding the bottle vanished in a reddish mist. Sometimes, in these cases, adrenaline overrides pain, but not in this case. Matt dropped to the ground, screaming in pain. Blood spurted from where his hand should have been. Matt realised the bullet had severed an artery and that he had moments to live unless he could stem the bleeding. He tried exerting pressure on the wound with his other hand but as soon as it had stopped moving there was another loud crack, and this hand was blown away as well. Crying out in pain and frustration matt rolled into the forest and under the protective cover of the trees. Matt looked around for someone, anyone to help him and even tied calling out, but his voice brought no one to his rescue. In his mind he laughed at the absurdity of it. How could he, one of the most popular kids in school be in a forest, bleeding to death a thousand miles from anyone who even remotely liked him. As his life flowed from him matt closed his eyes and rested. "I didn't even see who it was"

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Laurie Dudley (male student number nineteen) cowered at the sound of gunshots. A stout pacifist, he had discarded his weapon (a flower pot) as soon as he found it. He would rely on the power of words to get him out of this. He ran a hand through his hair. He had to make sure that he kept it clean. It certainly wouldn't do to have dark patches of mud ruining his striking blond hair. He would find some of the girls, (Laurie was the type who hung around with girls) and then they would find somewhere safe to wait the game out. Surly, if they kept hidden for the duration of the game, the program supervisors would lose interest and then, when the game was over, they could escape. With that Laurie set off across the beach he was on to find some people who he could call friends. He had forgotten that the government could tell who was alive and that if, after three days, there were two or more remaining contestants, all of the remaining contestants would have their stomach collars detonated. Laurie also had no idea that his closest friends on the island were involved in a fierce gunfight with each other and that he was about to walk into the middle of it.

Lois Gowland (female student number fifteen) fired three shots at the house in front of her. She had no idea whether she had hit Georgia Graham (female student number fourteen) or not but the volley of shots that came her way told her she hadn't. Two of the shots missed her but the third pierced her arm like a hot knife. Lois cried out but remained standing. It was at that moment that Laurie walked out of the forest and into the clearing. Both girls stopped firing at each other and turned to face Laurie. "Lois, Georgia, stop. Please stop fighting." Laurie was almost crying to see his friends trying to kill each other. Without a word Georgia turned her gun towards Laurie and fired once. The small revolver in her hand recoiled as Laurie's face exploded. He was thrown backwards and landed on the wet ground. If he were alive he would have complained about the mud getting in his hair but he wouldn't be complaining about anything now. Lois was ignoring all of this and, seeing her opening, emptied the gun at Georgia. Five shots peppered her body while the sixth blew the left side of her face off. Ignoring the searing pain in her arm she walked up to the house. Approaching her ex-friends body and pried the revolver from her still warm fingers. Then she gathered her supplies and set off once more. People would be attracted to the shots. People who were playing and who wouldn't think twice about killing an injured person like her.

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