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It was like a graveyard in that room, nobody was quite moving or making any sounds, all paralysed in fear. Any fleeting notion that the whole event was just a planned joke or a character building test was quickly gotten rid of at the sudden exposure to the partially headless corpse of the authority figure who was supposed to be looking after them for the field trip. All that they could hope for was for the boarded up windows to suddenly explode open and for S.W.A.T. men to come in and rescue them, or for Miss Ebony Hunter to recieve a phonecall from her boss telling her that the game had been cancelled and everybody would have to be returned. Maybe if one of the alleged rich perverts watching through the cameras had it in their heart to track down the kids and alert the police, then maybe they could hold a few hours on that damned island for help boats to arrive. But no, they all sat there at gunpoint whilst Ebony and Captain Boyd stared down at them, as if trying to pick out which players were weak and dull enough that the game wouldn't be effected should they be eliminated before it even started. Which two students they could afford to kill in order to bring down the number to 40.

"If I may, Miss Hunter," Captain Boyd cut in, "I think the retards wouldn't pose as a significant loss."

"How politically incorrect of you Castor," Miss Ebony replied, "But still, you prove a point. Get out the remote."

Bones instantly knew who Boyd and Hunter were referring to, and it made his stomach tie itself in a knot with disgust. They were talking about Emma Silverman, who had downsyndrome, although it never seemed to hinder her that much, and Will Clark, who made up for being paralysed from the waist down by being a computer genius. Will was a scrawny kind of boy, his legs even skinnier than the rest of him, like limp strands of spaghetti that he always tried to take attention away from by wearing baggy cargopants. He wore fingerless gloves to avoid getting friction burns when wheeling himself around and his wheelchair was spraypainted red. Despite his affliction, he was usually healthy looking but he currently looked as pale as a sheet as if Ebony Hunter had bit her fangs into his neck and sucked out all the colour. Will was always an okay guy, his voice was a little nasally though, and he wasn't as socially developed as everybody else and liked to isolate himself by tapping away on his old laptop. In all aspects he was a normal guy who was a little geeky for his own good, with a pointed face and wirerimmed glasses. His brown hair was kept neat and tasteful, swept to the side and he had stopped wearing glasses in recent years in favour of contacts. He was finally coming out of his shell and now he was looking at being killed to boost ratings.

Emma Silverman on the other hand was a pleasant enough girl, she spoke with a lisp and was a little slow in replies, most people ignored it out of politeness and spoke to her like they would anybody else, as they had been told to by their teachers, but some whispered about either how funny or cute they found it, which was worse, Bones wasn't sure of. She was slightly chubby, not fat, but had some extra weight to throw around which stopped her from wearing flattering clothes due to her esteem issues. Her necklength blonde hair was kept in a neat bob and she wore wirerim glasses which made her face look smart. Upon hearing the conversation between her two main captors, Emma's eyes began to water and her mouth hung agape. She intertwined her stubby fingers and held them over her heart, sending creases through her graphic Breaking Dawn shirt. Emma was always a dreamer, as a kid it was about fairies and princesses, and as a teen it was about vampires and werewolves out to steal her heart. Now she was practically waiting for a bullet to tear through it instead.

"Wheels! Mongo! Get to the front of the class!" Miss Ebony snapped, motioning for them to come forwards, "Whilst I'm still young!"

"Pl-Pleathe!" Emma begged, "I don't want to die...I jutht...I want to go home!" Will stayed silent, his eyes screwed shut as he trembled, grabbing onto the wheels of his chair as if he may roll an extra milimeter by mistake and prompt Ebony to shoot him in the face just like she did to his teacher.

"Ha, don't make me laugh!" Captain Boyd barked, "Grovelling like a weakling is all that can be expected of your type!" And with that, he held up a little remote and pointed it at Emma and pressed down a button, as if she was a car he was trying to unlock. Emma's collar rang out with a little beep causing her to stumble backwards, surprised, she grabbed at it with both hands, as if the heat from them could deactivate the explosives, before turning around and facing her peers.

"Oh my god!" Chloe Hill cried, "You can't treat her like this, she's a human being!"

"Is she gonna blow?" Asked Jacob Garcia, his accent laced with a little Mexican. He was a lean and muscular guy with a shaved head and heavy eyebrows which he had cut lines through with a razor to look more intimidating, he had some facial hair growing at his chin, he had been trying to grow a goatee for years but it never got any longer than shadow. He wore a baggy grey wifebeater with baggy sweatpants that hung at his crotch, showing his white calvin kleins. He was from the crappier part of willowfield, and lived in a neigborhood mostly populated by latinos and hispanics, and as a result grew up constantly being taught harsh life lessons. He was never a bully to anybody, but it was all too clear he was a thug which caused most people to avoid him. Bones always respected Jacob in a small way, he thought they were a little similiar, it was just Jacob was into rap and hiphop and Bones into punk and heavy rock, their petty tastes didn't mix and neither did they.

"Yes, we've been through this before, cholo, the collars contain a lethal charge." Miss Ebony Hunter replied in a bored voice, before taking a seat perched on the edge of the desk.

"That's not right! That's not fucking right!" Jacob cried, standing up and pointing at Emma, and then to Will, "What? You going to blow his head off too?"

"Actually the viewers would like a little variety." Ebony replied, "So sit down or else we'll switch you and him around."

Emma had started crying as the flashing on her collar grew more intense until Bones thought it was just emitting light nontstop, and the beeping had gotten nearly so fast that it was just one high ringing sound. Everybody had cleared a wide circle around Emma, except for Will who had his back to her, quietly trembling as he waited for his own death to occur. Emma stumbled forwards, calling Will's name and tripped over one of her shoelaces, she made an attempt to grab onto the back of his chair but only succeeded in pushing it, causing the thing to roll for several feet. Falling to the ground, Emma grabbed her sprained wrist and scrambled onto her knees, the hot tears streamed freely down her red face. She looked around, scanning the ring of faces for any compassion, she found it in spades, sympathy also, but she knew nobody would help. What she did notice however, was Gerard von Gamma, the german transfer, with his flat face and blank complexion, with an even blanker face, watching her with little interest like a child being forced to sit through a dull assembly. He rarely spoke, but when he did it was deadpan and uninterested, just like Miss Ebony Hunter's, but unlike her seductive, sensual movements, he moved stiffly, almost robotic - constantly stoic. "What ith wrong with you!" Emma cried, just as her collar detonated.

As everybody raised their hands as makeshift umbrellas, trying to shield themselves from the spray of blood and hot collarparts, none of them had realised that Emma was addressing only one of them. They all lowered their hands in unison and looked at her body, face down on the ground, her usually neat bob was dishevelled and the tips were stained red with blood, her arms and legs were limp like noodles, however one of her fingers on her left hand was still twitching as if pulling the trigger on an invisible gun. The puddle of blood beneath her face slowly expanded across the plastic floor before reaching her cracked glasses with lay abandoned three feet away from her body. Everybody was murmuring with fear and sorrow, quick, desperate breathing and people letting out sobs. Somebody else vomited this time in some dark corner of the room, grabbing their gut in pain. Sitting on the desk and looking relatively unimpressed, Miss Ebony Hunter sighed, flicked her black hair back and looked down at the body one last time before transferring her stare to Will Clark, who had begun crying in his chair, burying his face in his hands.

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"Castor, you and I can't have all the fun." She said flatly, "Let one of your men do the cripple in, and make it quick, it's almost midnight."

"Private Henry, get out your sidearm." Was all that Captain Boyd had said, addressing one of the soldiers, the one who lowered his rifle and removed a heavy looking handgun was muscular and athletic, like all the rest, and had dark skin, possibly African-American, he gave a snotty looking sneer to the soldier next to him indicating that he may have been the Captain's Pet.

"THIS IS FOR EMMA MAN!" Roared Jacob Garcia, pulling out a razorsharp switchblade and throwing it with an eerie sense of expertise at Captain Boyd, the knife seemed to rotate in the air like it did in kung fu movies right before taking out a ninja henchman, but instead, Boyd easily sidestepped it allowing the knife to slice through the projector screen and embed itself in the board, sending out a cloud of dust and chalk. The projector screen began to roll itself up at lightning speed, the knife, impaled to the board, neatly cut the screen in half with one neat slash, the end of the screen hit the metal tube with a loud snapping sound and both halves of the screen flapped awkardly, as if trying to blow raspberries at the soldiers standing in front of it. Less than a nanosecond had passed after the screen snapped up when Jacob found himself unarmed, looking down the barrel of fourteen guns.

He barely had time to gulp before Private Henry's sidearm fired a hot bullet into his shoulder, causing his arm to burn briefly before losing all feeling and hanging like a useless ragdoll limb. The second shot belonged to Miss Ebony Hunter, coming from the same silver plated revolver that had killed Mr Phillips, the bullet struck him on the collar bone on the opposite side of the chest making him twirl in an almost dance like fashion. He found his foot falling on Emma's dead arm and he found himself losing his balance, before being blasted to the floor by eleven heavy rifle blasts, they blew chunks through his thighs, buried their way into his gut, tore through the muscle of his biceps, took a portion of flesh out from this neck and shattered his ribs. Gunsmoke filled the room and there was the sound of screams and shuffling as all the other surviving students (minus Will) dove to the floor and rolled behind overturned chairs and desks for cover. Laying on the floor, full of holes, losing pints of blood with every breath and looking like a piece of roadkill, Jacob barely had the energy to empty his mouth of all the blood that was filling up in it. Somewhere, through all the burning agony, numbess and pain he managed to lift his head and look over at the captors in the clearing cloud of gunsmoke.

"Fuck you assh-"

His last will and testament was cut abruptly short by the final bullet, fired by the man whom he had tried to kill in the first place, went through one of his cheekbones, shattering his face in the process, and blasting open the back of his head as if it had been made out of plasticine rather than bone. Brain and bone fragments splattered the plastic for several meters in one long line leading to the ruined mess of Jacob's head, the face, if it weren't for the white of several bone fragments and loose teeth, looking as if somebody had smashed a cherry pie into it. The soldiers lowered their rifles whilst Private Henry, Miss Ebony Hunter and Captain Castor Boyd holstered their respective sidearms and revolvers. One final person vomited onto the plastic floor whilst some people were shocked to discover that some flecks of gore had made it onto their skin and seeped into their clothes. "Well, it seems we got rid of two retards after all." Miss Ebony Hunter said cruelly, tearing open the red envelope she had picked up earlier, "Off you go, Wheels, consider yourself lucky."

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"It's real, it's all fucking real." Scarlett mumbled, her face scared, perhaps even more pretty in it's vulnerability than it had ever done before. Bones held her tight, and lightly pushed her head into his chest, whispering into her ear that looking at the bodies would only make things worse. He laid his chin on her head before remembering that it was wounded from the collision with the wall, and looked in a different direction, wiping a couple of droplets of blood from his chin. He'd always known who Scarlett was, afterall, they'd been in the same class for a pretty long while now, it was just that the two had never really had a reason to talk to each other. Sure, he'd always liked her a little bit, but he liked lots of girls, and although the girls of lorelei high were mostly prude and uppity, there were plenty of girls at the punk parties he went to that liked him. But holding her now, he regretted that this was their senior year and he had never even spoken to her for more than ten words before that, which seemed weird because their two bodies pressed against each other against the wall seemed oddly warm and familiar. "What will become of us?" She asked.

"Okay, the lucky person to get a headstart is girl 12, Kennedy Smith." Ebony Hunter said, putting the paper back into the envelope and dropping it back to the ground, "Yes you, now grab a bag and get lost."

Kennedy slowly got to her feet, her knees wobbling like a newborn cow trying to take its first steps. She ambled over to the trolley full of bags, constantly peering over her shoulder towards her friends, Alexis, Courtney, Jessica and Ariana, as if seeking their approval in complying with Miss Ebony Hunter's demands. Kennedy was a rich preppy girl, Bones didn't talk to her that much, but what conversations of hers he had listened in on were about expensive clothing labels, yearbook photos and the country club she and her parents attended. Kennedy had coffee brown hair kept in a prim sideponytail, and as usual she was wearing a diamond patterned sweatervest over a plain polo, along with a plaid skirt and some expensive looking flats with little gold buckles on them. She was slow in selecting her bag from the trolley, as if worried that one sudden movement would cause the whole mountain of bags to bury her in an avalanche, she finally took one from near the top, hugged it like a bear and rushed out the door. Two minutes passed by slowly.

"Boy 13, Ethan Jackson." Ebony said.

Ethan was one of the few black guys in school, and definitely the only black male in class. He could be funny at the best of times, but had a reputation as being a bit of a jerk, as some of the more arrogant white guys liked to pick on him and make stereotypical comments, alhough in Bones's opinion, Ethan's dress sense and taste in music warranted it. Ethan often spoke in slang, and under the baseball cap he kept turned sideways he wore a black doorag, other than that all he wore was a baggy white shirt, even baggier sweats and near immaculate white sneaks. He approached the trolley with forced swagger, as if trying to prove a point, but the expression of superiority and levelheadedness on his face was false. He flipped the rest of his peers the bird as he left. Two minutes passed slowly.

"Girl 13, Scarlett Lovelace." Ebony said.

"What!" Scarlett cried, looking up at Bones.

"You heard me! Shift it!" Ebony said sourly.

Scarlett grabbed Bones's hand tightly, and their eyes locked. Her face was scared but she tried to regain herself by biting down her lips before talking, "Look, I know we've only known each other for a few hours now but...Please, I just...I just..."

"Don't worry, as soon as you get outside, rinse the wound on your head with a little water and find a good hiding spot overlooking the doors." Bones whispered, "I don't know when my name will be called, but I'll look after you, okay? Now go."

Scarlett nodded and got to her feet, she brushed her cherry red hair to one side and held on tightly to a pendant that was hanging around her neck, she pulled a bag from the trolley with one hand and gave a tearful look at Bones. She glanced down at the two bloody corpses and ran a hand down the front of her tight indigo corset, stopping at her stomach to quell the rising nausea. She quickly turned and sauntered out the room, zipping up her black hoodie as she went. Two minutes passed.

The next three to leave were Daisuke Ando A.K.A. Boy 14, Andrew Scott A.K.A. Boy 15 and Lily Nelson A.K.A. Girl 15. Daisuke was quiet and solitary, which seemed strange given his usual social self, but given the situation, it was understandable. He was reluctant to get his pack, standing there above the two bodies and running a hand through his wild, toffee hair, as he took the bag, Ebony Hunter smirked and told him to "Make Sakura proud" as he walked out the door. Andrew Scott consoled his crying girlfriend, Ariana Lewis, in a similar fashion as Bones did to Scarlett. Andrew took the bag, and in a sporting fashion, saluted his peers before running out the door. Lily Nelson didn't pay any particular attention to anybody, flicking her curly black hair over one shoulder as if trying to emulate Miss Ebony, Lily always had a dramatic flair, and most unsettling of all, she grabbed the expensive fabric of her fluttery black skirt and gave the cameras a graceful courtsey before exiting stage left.

After them, the next three were Tristan Roberts A.K.A. Boy 16, Chloe Hill A.K.A. Girl 16 and Michael Adams A.K.A. Boy 17. Tristan's sleek hair was dyed, the roots a deep brown fading into bleached blonde at the tips, and the whole thing had a messy look with no effort, which for some reason, Tristan spent a lot of time and a lot of hairgel to get it that way. Tristan was stylish, goodlooking and effeminate, and whilst this made him popular with some of the girls, it only gave his tormentors more ammunition to pepper him with, as if being gay wasn't simply enough. He fought back the tears as he took his bag, tucked it under one arm and gave his best friend Sydney a thumbs up. Chloe left in a dignified fashion, standing straight and walking tall, she picked up a bag, weighed it for a moment, and threw it on the ground, then, wiping her hands on her smart dress pants as if she had just touched something dirty, she marched out the room with her nose stuck in the air. Michael practically ran straight to the trolley, nearly tripping over his expensive italian loathers, scuffing them in the process. He skidded to a halt at the trolley and stood there for a small eternity, biting the nails on one hand as he pointed from bag to bag with his other finger, trying to make the logical choice, Miss Ebony told him to take two bags from the top and leave, and he looked almost comical, so skinny and frail carrying two bulging sacks.

One of the soldiers handed the heavily pregnant (and huge) Molly Carter (A.K.A. Girl 17) the bag that Chloe had dropped on the floor, before sending her on her way. She looked around, her tanned and trashily madeup face worried as hugged the olive coloured pack like a giant carnival teddybear. She quickly waddled out the room, as if rushing to the maternity ward. After her were the #18's, the smug jock, Logan Turner who took his bag with a cocky smile on his face before saying "Asta la vista, ladies!" and leaving, carrying a bag in one hand and his letterman jacket over his shoulder with the other. His female counterpart, Destiny King, was far less confident in her exit to the island, the aspiring (and failing) socialite tottered over the plastic floor in her heels, clumsily yanked a big bag from near the middle of the pile (probably assuming it had a better weapon) and as a result caused a half dozen to fall down, which she she quickly dodged with a shrill scream and fell onto her butt, she scrambled the rest of the way to the door on her knees, survival pack in one hand and bootlegged purse in the other, and finally managed to make it to her feet before being jabbed out the door by the end of Private Henry's rifle.

Ryan Thompson A.K.A. Boy 19, and the big man on campus, took one of the bags that spilled from the floor, and whipping it up from the ground, it carved an arc through the air before hitting his back with a loud snap, he practically ran out the room, but not in a cowardly fashion, athletic and admirable, with just the right ammount of gusto to convey the sense that he would not be a force to be reckoned with. Girl 19, Maya Martinez followed, the hispanic had a solemn look on her tanned face, as she headed to get her bag, she tied her choppy black hair up in a high ponytail, scooped a bag up with her foot, kneed it into the air and caught it with one hand, gaining an impressed look from Captain Boyd whereas Ebony didn't seem to notice nor care, Maya used to be a sporty, popular girl who played soccer, but above all she used to be a tomboy. Now that she'd grown up and gotten pretty, she had a bad reputation as a slut simply because she liked to hang around with boys, whether or not the rumours were true, Bones did not know or care. The two were followed by Jack Martin, A.K.A. Boy 20, who with his acne, curly jew afro, thick glasses and heavy body, hardly posed much of a threat socially, but now, Bones couldn't help whether or not the Dungeons and Dragons addict would look at his current predicament as one big strategy game in order to exact revenge on the kids who had bullied him.

Rounding the student roster off was Ariana Lewis, A.K.A. Girl 20, followed by the #21's, Dylan Miller and Madison Lee. Ariana looked as if she had just watched fifty holocaust movies in a loop, as her face was positively wet with tears and the makeup she had carefully put on that morning was running down her cheeks in multicolored streams. She was slow and zombielike in her walk, and her long curls hung down over her shoulders, and if it wasn't for her headband, they'd hang over her face too making her look like the girl from the ring movies. After taking her bag, she scurried out like a frightened squirrel, probably into the arms of her boyfriend, Andrew, who was probably waiting for her. Dylan Miller kept itching at his nose as he left, aching for some more drugs, he looked around with bloodshot eyes as if somebody had just called his name, but nobody had, he ran a hand through his mop of greasy hair and took the bag before clumsily running out the door. Madison Lee wiped a tear out of her eye, looking at the trail of blood going in and out of the room which had been left by the transportation of the teachers corpse, folding her arms over her oldfashioned tartan pinafore and shaking her head, it took the clicking of several sidearms removing their safety to prompt her to pick up a bag and leave, bawling like a toddler.

Hoping he'd be let out to find Scarlett soon, Bones watched with a pained expression on his face as the people at the beginning of the roster began to leave. The #1's were Josh Wilson and Courtney Jones, Josh was groggy, rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't fully shaken off the effects of the sleeping gas, he was a lonely boy who didn't have many friends but he didn't seem too bitter about it, he just got on with each day by ignoring people and falling asleep in class, shutting the world out. He dragged his bag across the floor as he left, as if his lack of enthusiasm was about the slaughterhouse he was walking into, but simply because he was being made to walk. Courtney Jones had more grace, naturally, as she was the resident beauty queen, and not just socially, she competed in numerous pageants each year since she was a kid, sure, she was drop dead gorgeous, but in those rare moments when you'd catch her without makeup, like right after gym, she just looked tired, sad, stressed and most of all, several years older than she was. Some tears were beginning to melt away at her pretty mask as she left, carrying the bag with one arm, letting it sag over one side as if it were a huge bouquet or roses.

Following the #1's were the #2's, the similarily mismatched Gabriel Rodriquez and Lauren Davis. Gabriel was another football player, but noticeably less frictional than Logan and less status obsessed than Ryan, Gabriel was probably the best looking of the five football players put into the game, and didn't everybody know it. Gabriel was probably the most crushed on guy in school, although he tried to not let it get to his head, he sometimes came off with the same big ego mentality as a singer in a vaguely popular boyband or a shirtless model outside a hollister store. He accepted the situation shakily, and looked uncomfortable as he left the room with his bag. Lauren Davis was pale, slim and wore dark colours like the grunger girls from the late 90's and early 2000's, she approached the bags hugging herself, casting a dramatic look over her shoulder, as she took her bag she quickly trotted out the room, one hand on her beret to keep it in place. Following them was Gerard von Gamma, A.K.A. Boy #3, the transfer from germany who had been at lorelei high for around three months now, with his blonde hair, blue eyes and athletic figure, he would be considered attractive, but his features were flat and dull looking, painfully average, he had no interesting marks on his skin and Bones sometimes thought he looked like a mannequin. He approached the bags with a wooden gait and left, calmly, as if not interested or panicked at all.

Following the strange athlete/beatnik/transfer trio was one of Bones's few friends in the class, Abby White (A.K.A. Girl 3). She was often in a sour mood, and when she wasn't mad she was flat and sarcastic, she used to have skin problems in the earlier years which led to the unpopular nickname 'Scabby Abby' which still follows her around til this day. She peered at Bones through her dark bangs, before looking back over at Matt Taylor, the guy who completed Bones's trio of buddies. Abby picked up the bag with a sour expression, and dug her untidy black nails into it as if she was afraid somebody was going to take it away from her, she was quiet and angry as she left the room, grinding her teeth as Emma and Jacob's blood seeped into the soles of her converse hitops. Luckily, right after Abby left, Matt Taylor was declared Boy 4, so he could probably catch up with her on the way out. Unlike Bones, who was into punk, and Abby who digged heavy metal, Matt was a classic rocker, and nobody could convince him to listen to anything else. He wore his hair like a greaser from the 50's and always had a bandshirt on, but unlike Bones, he never tore or frayed it, he always kept them neat, as if preserving them as tributes to the rock gods. He nodded at Bones as he left, as he got to the door he paused for a moment and turned before saying, "Cheer up assholes. This only the end of the world if you let it be." and he quickly left.

Another odd group ventured out onto the island, consisting of sultry aspiring journalist Jessica Thomas (A.K.A. Girl 4), the social outcast and resident anime fan Danny Anderson (A.K.A. Boy 5) and the near morbidly obese butch lesbian Morgan Robinson (A.K.A. Girl 5). Jessica wiped some tears onto the slave of her blazer, slowly approaching the trolley and blindly grabbing the nearest bag by it's strap, she hoisted it up onto her shoulder like a handbag and walked out, pulling her short, highwaisted skirt down as if she had realised that now was not the time to be dressed as if she was appearing in a boss and his secretary porno. Danny Anderson rushed to the trolley and nearly fell over, causing the oldfashioned gameboy he wore around his neck to swing upwards and clobber him in the cheekbone, giving a slight wail, he turned on his heel grabbed a bag and pulled it into his navel before trying to run out the room, skidding on some spreading blood in the process. Morgan Robinson was decidedly more cool than the others, approaching the trolley full of bags with all the swagger and gait of a badass approaching a bunch of jerks in a tavern or roadhouse before beating the tar out of them, she lifted the bag up with one of her strong arms and stared down at her peers through her aviator sunglasses, she lifted the bag above her head like a trophy, shook it once and then squeezed through the door.

Jamie Green and Sydney Moore (A.K.A. The #6's) left swiftly after Morgan. Jamie, a hippie and pacifist unzipped his bag and examined the contents right after picking it up, immediately all guns were pointed at him and Bones was worried that Jamie would go the same way as Jacob did over an hour before. Captain Castor Boyd began shouting at Jamie Green to leave or else he'll be shot, and that if he so much as removes his weapon he'll personally blast his head off. Jamie kept a cool composure and held his bag up to Ebony Hunter, told her to remove the handgun inside, and give it to the person who left after him. She held the gun by the barrel, tapping at the desk rhythmically with her free hand. She handed it to the hipster, Sydney, who with her thickrimmed glasses and corduroy shorts held up with suspenders, looked a little clownish in Bones's on personal opinion. Sydney looked down at the gun in her hand and gulped, wiping the sweat from her brow with her free hand, she slowly left the room, peering cautiously over her shoulder.

The apparently peaceful duo were followed by Boy #7, Alex Baker, who usually spent his time in class with a bored, glazed over expression on his face or if seated next to an idiot, slipping them passive aggressive insults and asking them the answers to equations. Alex used to be bullied a lot in middle school, so he was naturally sour nowadays, and he usually kept to himself, according to Matt Taylor, Alex was a hardcore gamer, complete with a custombuilt chair with a speaker set build into the wings and a hitech headset. Alex took a bag and winked at Ebony as he left, who didn't appear to notice, and was instead examining a loose button on her purple silk blouse. Alex was followed by Girl #7, Layla Brown, she approached the trolley and attempted to take three at once, but was told to put them down. Layla was always greedy, desperate too, she'd always try to sell her cigarettes during lunchbreak so she could afford some food without having to wash dishes, and she was always borrowing money from her friends without paying back. When she whined at Captain Boyd about how it was unfair that she couldn't take Emma and Jacob's bags because they were dead, Ebony cut in and told her, "There were always only 40 bags you dumb redneck bitch." Defeated, Layla skulked out the room kicking a bag across the floor in her cheap, baggy jogging outfit.

The undesirable duo were followed by #8's, football player Mason Harris and head cheerleader Alexis Williams, and despite both being athletes, the two couldn't have been more different. Mason was whitetrash, and like Layla he lived in a trailerpark on the outskirts of town, he was solely relying on the chance of a football scholarship to go to college, and he often said that if he did get one, he'd be the first Harris to get a diploma. He was generally a warm and funny guy, a regular class clown, but right now he didn't seem very happy, snapping up his bag and running out with a forlorn look on his freckled face. Alexis Williams had a reputation as being a snob, whilst the head cheerleader was supposed to do the most difficult stunts and be the centerpiece of each performance, Alexis wasn't, she wasn't as skilled as the rest of the team she so bossily commanded, and only had that position because her mother, a wealthy wasp type, bribed the cheerleading coach. Alexis was also the queen bee, and commanded girls like Courtney, Jessica, Kennedy and Arianna as her minions. She picked up a bag and held it far from her cheer uniform as if she was worried it would dirty the thing up as she marched out the room. They were followed by Boy #9, Will Clark whose face was red and puffy, slick from tears that had long since stopped flowing. He kept the bag on his lap as he wheeled himself out, and Captain Boyd jokingly said, "Heh. We should have installed one of those ramps."

A 9, 10 and 11 were next, the extremely introverted biblebasher Grace Johnson, science honor roll student and goth Bella Mitchell and football player-cum-car mechanic Nick Devito. Grace looked shrunken in her overly baggy cardigan, holding her crucifix with one hand, quietly mumbling a prayer as she fingered her rosary beads with the other. She took a bag gingerly, as if it may be redhot, she slowly put it over her shoulders then grabbed her crucifix, resumed her prayer, and wandered out of the room like a ghost. Bella had a serious look on her pretty face standing still on the spot as if debating whether or not she should grab a bag and risk her neck on the island, or just have herself put out of her misery, she looked down at the corpse of Emma Silverman and winced, grabbing her collar lightly, she picked up one bag and marched out the room, her black satin skirt swishing around her knees as her heavy boots stomped on the floor. Nick licked his lips before standing up, a debated look on his nearly tanned-orange face as he examined the bags, trying to determine which one would have a good weapon based on the shape the objects inside made them, when his name was called again he hurried back over, took one, ran his palm down his face being careful not to disturb his immaculately gelled hair and walked quickly out the door.

Girl #11 Hannah Allen was called up to the front, the bleached blonde, airheaded scene girl tried to make a decision on which of the last two bags she should pick, she finally decided on the one on the left and bent down to pick it up, sticking her butt up in the air gaining some lusty stares from the soldiers who could see up her incredibly short skirt. She picked the bag up, looked around as if she was about to cross a busy street, and her heavily made up eyes met Bones's, who quickly diverted his own glance. The bleached mess that was Hannah scampered out the room like a rabbit heading back to its burrow. Not needing to be called Bones stood up, and caught the last of the bags that was aggressively tossed towards him by Private Henry. He caught with both hands, lowered it and looked over at the soldiers with narrowed eyes.

"If you got something to say, hardass, you best say it now." Ebony Hunter said, twiddling her black hair around one finger, "And make it interesting, I'm bored."

Ignoring her, Bones walked over to the door, clutching the bag, trying to get a feel of what the weapon might be. He needed to get outside and find Scarlett fast, she's been outside for over two hours now and right near the school, who knows how well she hid herself, she may be laying in a ditch somewhere, dead. As he got to the doorframe, Bones turned and stared at Ebony, then Captain Boyd.

"Change your mind?" Ebony asked, looking him up and down with probing eyes.

"Yeah, I'll see you all in hell." Bones said, and lifted one hand, forming a gun with his fingers, and shot himself through the temple, complete with a whoosh of air coming from his mouth. With a smile, he slowly stepped away backwards before turning and heading down the corridor. He passed by another classroom which was emitting a static glow, he peered in as he ran past and saw that it was full of screens on desks and hanging from walls, and even just set standing on top of each other in the corner, the floor a mess of wires and cables as if somebody had exploded some giant party poppers. He checked the inside of his bag as his walking increased in speed, pulling out an army knife, long and slightly curved at the end, with nasty teeth running up the lower part of the blade, tucking the knife into his studded belt, he pushed open the swinging doors and disappeared into the night.

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