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Battle Royale: Charmed Style

"Caitlin!" Natalie called out as she entered the house. She knew she had seen her friend run in here, they were both on the athletics team together. She walked over carefully, seeing the body of her friend and then looked across to see Tommy laid there too. She knew the story between Tommy and Caitlin, and knew that her friend would tell the truth, but was shocked at what she saw.

What confused her though was that she had not seen anybody run in or out of here, which meant the person was waiting for her and was still here.

The 17-year-old red-head looked around from where she was standing, her breathing quickening as she realised that there could possibly someone in the cottage. She was looking around in circles that fast that she missed as she saw a person stood in the doorway to the cottage at first, until she looked back.

"Angel!" she breathed out, "It's just you."

"What happened?" the brunette asked, looking at the two bodies, "Oh my God! You…you killed them!"

"No I didn't," Natalie shook her head, "Caitlin was my friend, I didn't kill her."

But she saw a look in the brunette's eyes just as she pulled a gun from her jeans.

"Angel, no I didn't…"

"Then why don't I believe you?"

BANG! BANG!

Angel pulled the trigger to the gun, twice, hitting Natalie once in the arm and once in the chest.

Natalie staggered back as from the bullet wounds, as she looked at the brunette 18-year-old in shock, especially when Angel walked towards her, picking the pocket knife up on the way. That was when the glint in her hazel eyes turned into pure evil and Natalie really did fear for her life.

Angel charged towards the staggering red-head and pushed her back, stabbing her in the stomach time after time, until she was sure she was dead.

GIRL NUMBER 8, NATALIE GARNETT, DEAD

20 TO GO

"Done it!" Chris shouted as the password worked and he got into the system.

"Great, c'mon let's go, it's almost four," Wyatt said, trying to shut his brother's computer down, but was stopped, "Chris…!"

"Wait!" Chris brushed him off, "I've just got to make sure the computer stores it first."

Wyatt checked his watch, impatiently, before running his hands through his blonde locks.

"Chris, c'mon." Callie now joined in.

"Do you know where we're going?" Chris now looked over to his brother as he began to shut the computer down, "Remember I need a power supply."

"The lighthouse," Wyatt explained, "When I looked at your tracker there was no-one there, and that was only five minutes ago. If we leave now, we'll get there before six."

The younger Halliwell put his laptop into his bag, nodding his head, and then checked the tracker for the best way to get there.

"Where's James?"

"Right here," James said, stepping out of the bathroom, "We going?"

"Yeah dude," Wyatt nodded his head, picking up three of the bags, while Callie picked up her own kit bag, "Let's go."

"You've all been slacking," Mr Cowdry's voice called from the speakers. James and Wyatt looked up as the continued to run through the woods. They thought they would have gotten there, but they failed to think that Callie was slower then the three of the boys, and held them back a little. Looking back to where they were running, Wyatt notice his brother hold his hand up, indicating for them to stop their running and take a break in the woods. They would need to mark down the danger areas anyway, "Four deaths, that is it. I'm not impressed here," Brian continued, "And because of it you'll have danger zones every hour as of now. First a list of the dead…"

Ruby Stone and Heather Lickey put on their flashlight as they walked into a cave so they could make changes to their maps, ready for the many danger areas coming up.

"Girl number 15, Cassie Graham. Boy number 14, Tommy Padworth. Girl number 16, Caitlin Powers and girl number 8, Natalie Garnett…"

"Natalie and Cait!" Ruby looked at her friend, who nodded in sadness, they knew that Caitlin would not play the game but thought she could have found somewhere to hide.

"Now your danger areas," Brian looked out of his window at the sunset happening over the waters, "At 7pm, C12. At 8pm, A3. At 9pm, E18. At 10pm, B10 and at 11pm, F2. Now get to work." He put the microphone down and walked to the screens noticing a group of four making their way through the woods.

"Who are they?" Brian asked, looking at one of the soldiers who was now checking it against the second board with everybody's names.

"The Halliwell brothers," Captain Black's voice came from behind, "I've been watching those two closely. They also have James Paterson and Callie Jordan too."

"Looks like they've got company." Mr Cowdry pointed out at the male make his way over to them.

"Wait!" Chris stopped them all, whispering and turned around, pointing in the general direction as he looked at his tracker.

"What?" Wyatt asked, whispering, Chris was obviously talking in a hushed voice for a reason.

"There's someone…"

Suddenly a figure came running towards them all, causing Callie to scream as Wyat pushed her behind him and grabbed the running figure, not thinking that he may have been one of the demons on the island. The two rolled on the ground from the momentum, until Wyatt stopped on top, looking at the figure.

"Sean?" Wyatt frowned.

"Wy, dude, it's you!" Sean sighed, "I thought you were the convicts." The older Halliwell sighed as he got off the floor, shaking his head and then held his hand out for the Sean to take. The boy did, but shocked everyone by pulling Wyatt back onto the floor and getting up himself, pulling his rifle around from his back. Man, that had hurt his back as he rolled on the floor.

"Sean, no…" Wyatt's blue eyes grew wide, seeing who he thought was his friend aiming the rifle at him, ready to pull the trigger. Behind Sean he saw James sneaking up on him and just before the shot sounded, he pushed him sideways, giving Wyatt chance to roll away from where the bullet would land.

Sean landed on the ground and looked to who it was who pushed him.

"James!" he sneered and now aimed the gun at him and shot it, but James dodged the bullet by rolling into the bushes.

"James?" Wyatt called out, now pulling his gun from the back of his jeans, "James?"

When he heard no answer, he instantly thought the worst and aimed the gun at Sean.

"Wy…" Callie started, but was held back by Chris, "Chris, he's gonna…"

"He tried to kill him!" Chris argued for his brother, "I don't see why not."

Shots sounding around the area interrupted everyone, giving Sean the chance to run away, so Wyatt put his gun back into his jeans.

"C'mon," Wyatt sighed, "We've got to get moving."

Sean ran through the woods, away from where the gun shots sounded, just as he tripped up over a rock, landing on the floor. Luckily his rifle had been pushed onto his back before he hit the ground.

He pushed himself up onto his knees and was about to stand up completely when he saw feet in front of him. He looked up and realised it was one of the convicts. Sean had no time to react, the male convict just shot him in the head.

Ricky, the convict, looked up, hearing the sound of a twig breaking. He smiled as he came face to face with one of the students.

"What's your weapon?" Ricky asked the brown haired boy, who looked to have nothing in his hands.

"Just this." The boy answered, throwing something at him, sending Ricky up in flames, screaming from the pain of the vanquish.

The boy stood there with a triumphant smile on his face. Chris Halliwell definitely came in use at times.

BOY NUMBER 15, SEAN TAYLOR, DEAD

BOY NUMBER 4, RICKY GROVE, DEAD

18 TO GO

"Come on, we've got to keep running," Brad told the 18-year-old who was with him, "We need to get to the lighthouse, Stu. Once there we can think of a plan of attack."

"Can't we just rest?" Stu asked, as he slumped against a tree, we've been on the run for what seems like hours now."

"That's because we have to keep moving," the first boy explained, "C'mon, let's keep going."

Just as he turned around, he came face to face with Angel.

"Oh, Angel, hey," Brad sighed, "You snuck up on us."

"Sorry," the brunette female sighed, looking at the two boys, "What are you doing out here?"

"Trying to get to the lighthouse to think of a plan of attack," Stu sighed, "Try and get at the bastards that are making us play this game, fancy joining us?"

"No, I'm better off alone," Angel shook her head with a smile, "That way I just have myself to look after if I need to get away from anyway."

"Fair point," Brad nodded in agreement, "Have you seen anyone else around?"

"A few actually," the 18-year-old nodded, "What about you?"

"No, no-one yet," Stu disagreed, "Anyway, we'd better keep going."

"Sure," Angel smiled with a nod as the two walked past us. Once their backs were turned, she pulled the pistol out of the back of her denim shorts, "Oh guys."

"Yeah?" Brad asked, turning back to face the girl.

BANG! BANG!

BOY NUMBER 16, STU GRIFFITHS, DEAD

BOY NUMBER 18, BRAD FINLOW, DEAD

16 TO GO

Wyatt kept the door to the lighthouse open, while his brother and girlfriend made their way in. He had just lost his best friend and was in no mood to hang around either of them at the moment, finding a bedroom off to the side while Chris set his laptop up again. Luckily they had found another working power supply.

"What's up with him?" Callie asked, sitting near Chris, sensing her blonde haired boyfriend wanted to be alone.

"He's just lost his best friend," Chris sighed, waiting for his laptop boot up, "Take a guess."

The brunette looked in the girl's eyes and saw sadness wash over them, causing him to sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound short," the Halliwell admitted, "I'm just really trying to find a way off this island without having to kill my own brother."

"I never thought you two got along," the 17-year-old girl informed her boyfriend's younger brother, "I mean, he never talks to you in school."

"Meh?" Chris just shrugged, "We don't get along, not most of the time anyway, but it doesn't mean I want to kill him."

Once his computer was booted up, the brunette Halliwell went on to getting back into the system. This place was not going to become a danger zone within the next five hours that remained until midnight at least, so he had time to crash the system.

Meanwhile, Wyatt laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His best friend was dead, or so he thought. He never even checked, they just left, for all Wyatt knew he could have been laid in a bush unconscious.

Damn it, he cursed himself as he went to the window and looked out, looking over the beautiful island, or it would be beautiful if, one it was not dark now, and two it was not used as an island to send teenagers to kill their fellow classmates.

Wyatt Halliwell jumped as he heard the classical music being played through the speakers in the lighthouse. He looked around at where he was and realised he was on the bed, he must have fallen asleep as some point without realising. Frowning, he made his way to the kitchen area of the building to see his little brother busily typing away at his laptop, while Callie looked to be asleep on the table. And then noticed that they were joined by Megan, who looked to be making a late night snack.

"Wake up everybody, it's time for your midnight report," the sound of their teacher's voice came through the speakers, making Wyatt's jaw clench tight, "I have the list of your dead here. Boy number 15, Sean Taylor. Boy number 4, Ricky Grove. Boy number 16, Stu Griffiths and boy number 18, Brad Finlow," frowning, Wyatt realised that his friend's name had not been mentioned, "And your danger zones, still every hour until you pick up the pace…"

Angel sat with her back against a cliff wall, with her flashlight in her mouth, pointed towards the map as she began to make a note of the danger zones that were going to be listed. She could not step in one of these now that she was so close to winning this game.

"At 1am, G7. At 2am, A6. At 3am, B1. At 4am, H12. At 5am, C6," once she marked the areas, she stood back up again after checking where she was heading for, "You're through your first 24 hours now, only 48 hours left, get killing."

Maria Di Angelo was running away from arrows that had been flying towards her. She had not seen her attacker, but had a feeling that it was one of the convicts. She did not care though, all she knew was that she had to keep running, keep away from him. As she ran through the woods, she ran straight into another female.

"Oh shit," she said as she could not stop herself from falling forward, pushing the other woman down, "I'm so…" she never had a chance to finish her sentence as she felt a knife stab through her gut. Here eyes grew wide as she finally looked at who she had ran into. The female convict.

Patty pushed the body of the 18-year-old off her and stood up, just as an arrow flew through the air, connecting with her chest. She just had time to look up, to see who it was, definitely someone she was not expecting, but should have.

Her screams pierced through the eardrums of her killer as she went up in flames, vanquished.

GIRL NUMBER 6, MARIA DI ANGELO, DEAD

GIRL NUMBER 10, PATTY SINCLAIR, DEAD

14 TO GO.

So what happened to James? Was he knocked unconscious in the bushes? And who managed to vanquish two of the demon 'convicts'? Don't forget to leave me a review to tell me what you thought of the chapter