Disclaimer: No, I do not own Battle Royale, but I do own these little characters I made up for my version of it.
Author's Note: THANK YOU, Kelley A and SlasherFanatic26 for your reviews! They made my day, and I will continue working on this fic and work on anything that is inferior. : D Sorry about the small delay, I began writing this chapter, and decided to change a few things so I kind took my time on it, but I hope you enjoy. Oh, and this chapter will contain violence and swearing of course, just letting you know. Murdoc~~~~~~
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His head hurt severely. He decided to compare it with someone repeatedly hitting him over the head with a baseball bat, dull, painful and repetitive. He slowly began to adjust his body from the uncomfortable position he woke up in. 'What the hell? Am I in a seat? Why the fuck was I asleep?' he thought to himself, and opened his eyes. They groggily adjusted to the dark, strange room he found himself in. A small, inward scream of panic could be felt in his chest, as he realised that all his classmates were slumped over desks in a strange classroom. A classroom that resembled their's back in West Vale greatly.
Again he asked himself 'What the fuck?!' The last time he's heard him and all his classmates were on their way to some holiday camping park, and this was no camping park. This was him and his class in a strange classroom, slowly waking up after, he assumed, they had all been knocked out and kidnapped. He didn't really want to believe it, and once again looked around the room at his waking classmates. The walls of the classroom seemed to be covered in ancient ABC posters and number lines, all the windows were covered with what looked like metal or card. The atmosphere of the place wasn't very happy, or pleasant.
As Alex turned to his left, after hearing a small sound, he felt something cold was surrounding his neck. He slowly raised his hand to feel a thin, metal band had been attached to his neck, and a sinking feeling filled his heart. He hadn't had this on when he left for the trip, neither did any of the others, and the others seemed to be just as confused as he was. Girls crying, boys swearing and each one of his classmates grabbing their new accessory in confusion and worry.
A small clatter from the back of the room startled the others as Stephanie Solis stood up out her chair. Her face red with anger, or maybe tears, it was hard to tell since she almost immediately started to throw her hands and body around with movements of a spoiled child.
"Where the FUCK are we?!" Solis shrieked, "This is NOT, what I paid for when I heard we were going on a graduation trip. Waking up in a strange room with a fucking collar around my neck? What the fuck is this thing anyway?"
Maya Banderas (Girl 18) stood up and walked over to where Stephanie was still rutting around in anger. Solis sat down, somewhat intimidated by the tall girls presence, or maybe it was just because she was Vice Class President with more authority than many thought she should have, however, Maya was the class peacemaker and really did have a lot of common sense, even if she did work at night at the female escort service her mother ran. Nobody judged her on it, and respected her views when it came to school problems.
"Well Stephanie," Maya looked down at the dishevelled girl, "I doubt shouting and screaming will do anything to relieve the situation we are all in at the moment."
Noting the rise and emphasis of Maya's voice on the word 'all', Solis seemed to sink into her seat and began crying silently, half afraid to touch the collar around her neck for a fear that it might explode if she did.
"Well why don't you do something about it?" Alicia Edwards (Girl 5) directed towards the Vice President, "God knows Flood (Boy 7, senior president) wont do anything productive, so lets see if you have anything useful aside from your bed skills." Alicia finished with a small smirk on her face, but was left reeling when her comment was rewarded with a middle finger, as if to say 'look who's talking, hussy.'
Alex looked over toward Cheryl and shared a small, nervous smile with her. At that moment, a feeling in his heart made him want to go over and protect her, she looked so worn out, and fragile and it hadn't even been ten minutes in this room. He thought it might be because she was ill, but he didn't pursue his feelings and sat back in his chair, slowly breathing, and taking in his classes cries and obscenities.
Ai Mimura (Girl 19) was in hysterics, and her boyfriend could do nothing about it. They both knew what was happening, but were too afraid to express any sort of knowledge as they knew what would happen in a few minutes time. Shinji (Boy 19) just held his sobbing girlfriend, whispering small endearments into her ears, trying to calm her down, and rid her of her demons and pains that this situation had brought back to her. The two had come to America for a new life, full of freedom and safety. To be in this was against their wishes, and everything had come to a complete halt already for the two lovers.
Suddenly Bryan Hunt (Boy 8) stage whispered to the class.
"Somebody is coming!" at this remark, the class became more quiet, more tense as they heard what sounded like heavy, military boots approaching the door to the classroom. It was as if the whole class held their breath at once as the door began to slowly wedge open.
Immediately the lights switched on, and the class shielded their eyes from the sudden brightness that cascaded around them. Slowly, each one turned to directly face the man the stood in front of them, surrounded by military staff, armed with guns of various shapes and sizes. Some of the girls once again began to whimper at the sight, and the boys sat there sullen, and impatient, wanting to know what this man knew and why the hell they were there.
Cheryl looked up as the man walked around to the back of the teachers desk and threw out his arms.
"Ahhh," the man smiled and clapped his hands, "such an attentive class already! If you keep this up, I foresee no problems along the line. Oh, except for that one. Major, I thought the lab director said that the gas had no way of causing a reaction off anyone.."
The class followed the mans glare towards the right side of the room. A horrible, sickening sound could be heard from one of the students, his head bowled over the table, a spasm going through his body. Cheryl looked on in horror, realising, just as the rest of the class did, that one of their class mates was dying. One of the girls screamed, she didn't know who it was, as the boy coughed up blood and bile from the pit of his stomach. His face gone a sickening green, his eyes bulging.
"Oh my God!" Jennifer Duffy (Girl 16) screamed between hard breaths and tears, "It's Ryan! Ryan's dying!"
Sure enough as she said this, the rest of the class began to get restless, more of the girls crying harder, shielding their eyes from the slowly disintegrating boy. The boys began to swear, and shouted out towards the military men and the man that was looking on at the dying boy with a look of confusion in his eyes.
Alex saw the man eventually whisper into one of the militants ears, and around the room a loud shot was heard, ringing in his ears. The room went silent. There were no more sounds of death, no more screaming or crying. The man had put Ryan out of his misery and returned to his post without a seconds hesitation.
The class looked expectantly at the tall figure still stood at the head of the class, waiting for him to speak. When he eventually did, the class heard things they didn't want to hear.
"Boys and girls, I apologise that you had to bare witness to that scene. See, the gas we exposed you to on the bus was supposed to allergen free, but it seems that Mr. Riley here foiled our lab's invention, and actually was allergic to some substance that is in our gas! Isn't that a kick in the teeth hmm? Well, it's good to see that you are all doing well, but we have already lost a player in our little game. We should really get that gas seen to for the next time, but I suppose, with this being the first time in the US, mistakes will happen." The man looked once again toward the class, and sat down in the desk seat.
The silence continued around the class. They really didn't have anything to say. If they had just watched their classmate die without consequence, and were told the had been gasses on the fucking bus (!?), then this had to be serious. It sounded like no one was even crying anymore.
"I suppose I'll introduce myself," the man broke the silence in his overly happy voice, "I am Agent Dawson, straight from the government, that's right. And you, my little class, have been chosen as the test subjects for the first run of our little game!"
Ai Mimura's cries once again began, and Dawson roughly stood to his feet looking in her direction.
"Miss. Mimura, please calm down, we know you have a history, but you are interfering with my introduction, there will be plenty of time for tears later." Alex noted the absence of compassion in his voice, it made him want to hit the dude.
"Can you tell us what this game is about then?" Cheryl asked, her voice quivering slightly.
"Of course I can Miss. Smith, of course I can! You're ready for it already it seems! Well, as you teens know, America has lost its beauty to the youngsters of today, people like you who ruin our streets, and leave us of our rights. Well, basically we've said 'no more' and have asked our sister, Japan, for assistance in helping our country redeem its' former glory. That's why, we have followed in its' footsteps, and have introduced the Battle Royale Act." Dawson smiled, and looked at the shocked faces of the class. 'Of course they've heard of it, they just didn't know that it entailed collars and gas.' He thought.
Raymond Muller (Boy 16) stood up in his seat and turned to the class.
"He must be joking! The government wouldn't do this, Haha! Big joke right?" Ray looked at the man, and the confused faces of his classmates and hoped it was a big joke.
"Hmm, Muller, the Asia fanatic, of course you know what this entails fully, I wonder why you didn't voice your concerns before?" Dawson looked over at him, and Muller sat down quickly, a look of fear and apprehension on his face.
"No, class, this is no joke. Basically, the Battle Royale rules are kill until there is only one of you remaining," the class gasped and once again the girls began to cry, an even louder one came from Mimura's direction, but nothing was don't about it this time.
Nobody voiced their disgust, all too scared after what had happened to Riley. 'He was shot like he was nothing!' Alex thought to himself and looked once again to Cheryl and Bryan, who were both staring straight ahead, no sign of emotion across their faces.
"There's more rules! So listen up," Dawson stood up and walked to the blackboard where he pulled down a map which was divided into equal sections. "This, is the island which we have placed you upon. You are free to go anywhere on this island, but do not try to escape whatsoever. I'll tell you about that in a second though, surprises are always good."
He smiled towards the class, who were unreadable apart from Mimura who was still in hysterics, and Summers who seemed to have a looked of extreme anger upon his face. Dawson turned to the map once again, and continued.
"Okay, so every six hours, I will announce which class mates have been killed. So make sure you tick them off in your notebooks, to keep track. At those announcements, I will also call out areas that will become danger zones. Now, these zones will be switched on at a given time, so make sure you mark them on your map! If not, and you walk into one, well, those collars your wearing, will end your life for you. That's right, they are explosive, and will be triggered by danger zones. Also, when you try to escape, they will be triggered. How do we know if we're escaping you ask? Well, those collars aren't just a posh new bomb, ladies and gents, no, they also track your whereabouts and your pulse!"
The class still wasn't responsive. Dawson liked the fact they had let all this sink in without rowdy class mates. He's heard enough about pre-game deaths from Japan. Even though one of his warriors has kicked the bucket, it really wasn't the fault of him or his team.
"There is a time limit on this game. If no one is killed in 24 hours, you all die by collar detonation. So make sure you play well. By the way, incase you were wondering, this school does become a danger zone 5 minutes after the last student leaves. Just incase you were thinking of bombing the school, hmm, Mimura?" Dawson looked over at the scowling girl, who seemed to have gotten over her hysteria and was looking at him with intense loathing.
He once again sat down on the chair, and picked up a sheet of paper.
"I'm gonna call out the names now. Numerical order by the way. On your way out, collect your bag and clear off from the school!" He gave a small laugh and called out his first name.
"Hmm, Boy Number One, Summers, Alex. The ladies boy right? Up you get and claim your prize!"
Alex stood up from his desk and proceeded to the front of the classroom, averting his eyes from the man sat at the desk, he looked towards Cheryl and smiled. She gave a small nod, and he waved to his classmates. He took his ration bag and left the school, shocked by the cold night air that greeted him.
'Fuck this shit. FUCK IT. Why didn't I do anything back there? Fuck.' Alex shouted in his mind, and began to walk, but he didn't know where.
GAME BEGINS.
37 Students remaining.
Dead - Ryan Riley, Boy 17, Pre-Game.
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AN - AHH. So I felt this chapter was a tiny bit rushed, but I'm okay with in nonetheless, make sure you review! : D
I'm going to tell you about each one of my characters down here in every chapter, so who better to start with than Mr. Alex? Well, he is based on my best friend, who is named Alex, but they really aren't the same whatsoever! Haha, Alex Summers is a ladies man, and is outspoken and an ass in someways, but my Alex is none of those. I guess my inspiration for 'Alex Summers' was Shinji Mimura, but they will differ in someways, Alex isn't a super genius like him. : ) I think Alex will grow on many people, at least I hope he does! He has great potential! Btw, if you guys want to tell me how you think Alex and any other character looks, let me know! I'd love to have some ideas.
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