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Battle Royale: Charmed Style
"Girl number 7, Callie Jordan."
Like her boyfriend had told her, she picked up Wyatt's bag, taking a quick glance at Chris, but he was not looking at her, he had his eyes closed, almost trying to meditate or something, but something deep down told her he was thinking of a plan. She stood up with the bag and then ran out of the room, hoping Wyatt would be somewhere close by.
The 17-year-old head cheerleader ran out of the building and then stopped at the entrance, looking around. Had Wyatt left her? No, he would not do that. She decided to walk forwards away from the door, looking straight at the bushes in front of her, maybe he was somewhere in there. Or maybe he had ran off away from her, finding a way to save himself.
Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from the bushes and watched them carefully, what if someone else was waiting in there? What if there was someone in there that had already killed Wyatt.
"Callie," she heard her name called in a whisper and knew straight away it was Wyatt, "Callie, this way." And it was coming from the bushes. Inching her way forward, she carefully made sure it was not a trick.
She stepped in the bush to see Wyatt with his hand held out.
"So you did wait for me."
"Of course," the Halliwell nodded, "Now stay down, we have to wait for Chris before we go find James." He needed to find James, but would not tell Callie the real reason. James was half-demon and maybe he could get them off the island by shimmering, after all, demons would not stop their own method of teleportation, would he?
"Boy number 12, Peter Ocean."
The last convict in the room stood up and pushed his way past the remaining students, before picking up his bag and rushing out of the building.
"Girl number 12, Megan Marshall."
The cheerleader stood up and made her way out of the room, with her belongings and kit bag, but looked back at everybody. All the students still sobbed as the realisation set in. They were really going to have to go through with this.
"Boy number 13, Chris Halliwell."
Great number, the brunette thought as he opened his eyes. He had already realised he could not use his powers, so had spent the last 10 to 15 minutes to figure out what to do. Luckily he had brought his laptop, now all he had to do was find a power supply.
The 16-year-old picked up his belongings and made his way out of the room with a kit bag. He ran through the corridors, past the many soldiers that were there, leading him to outside, where Wyatt told him he would wait for him. Yeah right, they never got on, why would he wait or him now? He was probably lying. He would go off with Callie and Chris would never see him again. But he was soon proved wrong as he saw the blonde Halliwell, with his girlfriend in tow, running towards him.
"C'mon," Wyatt said, pulling his brother sideways, "We have to find James before it's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"For something to happen," he answered and then forgot that Callie was with him as he continued his conversation, "I can't use my powers. Can you?"
"No, I tried in there," Chris answered, "But if we can find a power supply somewhere then I have an idea. I've got my laptop, but it only has a three hour battery life."
"You've got a plan?" Wyatt asked him, as they ran, "I should have known, you always have a plan."
"Girl number 21, Lexa Thomas."
Another cheerleader made her way out of the room, collecting her kit bag. She was the last student to enter the game zone, and Brian looked at the captain, a smile on both of their faces.
0110HRS. ALL STUDENTS ENTER THE GAME
Boy number 20, Tony Borneo, dived straight into the bushes in front of the building and took his torchlight out to check his map, looking for somewhere to go while he sorted out a plan of attack. He was not going to lose this game, he would kill everybody and go home.
Just then, he heard a shuffling from the bushes and looked up to see 17-year-old Britney Snow staggering towards him, and arrow through her neck.
"Help me!" She managed to say, just as she dropped to her knees. Tony shined the torch at the blonde haired dancer just as another arrow came flying through the air, hitting the back of her head and coming straight out of her mouth.
The Italian boy backed away and looked up on top of the building where he saw Sam White aiming an fully loaded crossbow at him. He was about to take aim when…
BANG!
The 18-year-old boy stopped moving and then toppled over from the roof top, hitting the ground three stories below. Tony just caught a glimpse of a figure running to the crossbow, picking it up and then running off into the darkness.
Tony's breathing was fast as he suddenly realised that maybe he was not as sure of himself as he first thought.
GIRL NUMBER 14, BRITNEY SNOW, DEAD
BOY NUMBER 3 SAM WHITE, DEAD
38 TO GO
Brian Cowdry was looking at the screens in the Battle Royale headquarters. One of the boards showed all of the student's names with their numbers, telling him in red and green whether they were dead or alive. And another board showing him the whole island where everybody was, and would eventually show him the danger areas. It was then that he noticed a group of five students surrounding B4.
Feeling a presence behind him, Brian turned to see Captain Black stood there, smirking.
"I wouldn't worry about him," the captain informed, "I'm sure he'll get out of that situation, fine."
A group of students, three boys and two girls, surrounded Ricky Grove, one of the boys, number 7, Kieran Summers, holding onto Ricky by the scruff of his neck while one of the girls, number 11, Melissa Jackson, went through his bag to find out his weapon, a battery powered fan. The group of students laugh, while one of the other boys, number 11, Nick Rogers, aimed a gun at him.
"Well that's a good weapon, isn't it?" Kieran laughed at the convict, as he now noticed all of his friends had pulled out guns, aiming them at Ricky.
"Ok, so tell us," Nick now jumped in, "Why are you playing this sick game? And who are you?"
"We're not going to kill anyone," Melissa added on, "So tell us why you're here."
"And we want the truth." The other girl, Lisa, added on.
Just then, Ricky spat in Kieran's face and then pushed him back into the two girls, before he blinked out of the circle and back in behind Nick, grabbing his arm and firing off the gun at his four friends, before turning the gun on him.
He looked down at the five students around him, to see that Melissa was still alive.
"Please, don't…"
Ricky blasted the gun straight at Melissa's head, killing her and then collected everybody's weapons. This was too easy for the Warlock.
GIRL NUMBER 1, LISA JAMES, DEAD
BOY NUMBER 7, KIERAN SUMMERS, DEAD
BOY NUMBER 11, NICK ROGERS, DEAD
GIRL NUMBER 11, MELISSA JACKSON, DEAD
BOY NUMBER 17 ANDY BATES, DEAD
33 TO GO.
Jeff Smith had finally found his girlfriend, waiting at the cliff side he had told her to wait at, after finding it on the map when it was shown on the screen. He knew Carla did not want to go through with this game, that was why she had thrown the kit back at their teacher, and she had already told him she was going to commit suicide, but he did not want to be alone. If they were going to die, he wanted to die with her.
"You don't have to do this with me." Carla told her boyfriend, looking at him as she looked down at the water hitting the cliffs below, she could not see it since it was just black, but she could hear it. Jeff put his hand on her shoulder and looked back as he heard the gun fire.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
"Don't worry, it's not your fault," the 17-year-old cried, "I can't believe people are playing this game."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I won't play it, Jeff, I won't," she shook her head and looked back down at the darkness of the water, "You don't have to do this too, though."
"I want to be with you when we die."
She smiled sadly at him and took his hand.
"Ready?"
"No." Jeff shook his head, but they jumped anyway. Jeff's screams drowned out by the crashing water below.
GIRL NUMBER 4, CARLA THORNTON, DEAD
BOY NUMBER 19, JEFF SMITH, DEAD
31 TO GO.
Wyatt and Chris were still running, checking constantly that Callie was behind them. Hearing the gun shots in the distance, made the three of them stop.
"Some one's already playing then," Wyatt sighed, looking at Callie who was crying, "Hey, come here."
"I'm scared, Wyatt," she admitted, as she sobbed into his chest, "I'm really scared."
"I know, I am too," Wyatt comforted her, "Hey, Chris, what weapon have you got?"
The younger Halliwell looked through his bag, he had completely forgotten about weapons, as they tried to find somewhere to hide. He pulled out a tracking device and looked at his brother with a smile. Noticing his brother did not know what he was thinking, Chris looked around and then pulled them into some bushes, turning on the tracker and going through the map that showed, looking over the people that were still alive.
"Ok, look, there's a power plant there," Chris pointed, "They have to have electricity supply. This must be somewhere were people used to live, there's a medical centre and a village…"
"Chris, get on with it." Callie whispered harshly.
"Ok, sorry," he forgot that sometimes his mind would go off when he got excited, "The power plant, we get there and we should be able to find something that can put some juice in my laptop."
"Let's go then."
"Wait, Wy," Chris looked at him, "What have you got?"
He saw a smirk appear on his brother's face, which slightly made Chris worry, until he saw him pull a gun out of the back of his jeans.
"Not bad, eh?" Wyatt smirked, "Anyone comes towards us, we kill 'em…"
"Wyatt…" Chris shook his head.
"Don't worry, I'll only use it if someone tries to kill us, ok?" seeing his baby brother nod, Wyatt sighed, "Let's get going."
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