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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 3:45 A.M. (Deserted Island: West Cave Entrance)

Beck's POV

Intensity sets in and makes me come to a horrible realization…people are dying. No matter how much I try to sugarcoat it, and no matter how I try to deny it, it's simple. My friends are killing each other.

The scene of Jo falling to the ground with an arrow in her head replays in my mind like a song on loop. Her walking towards me. Her falling to her knees in confusion. The blood pooling around her blonde head. It was all real and it was all happening.

Gibby's smiling face follows, along with him snapping only moments later. Shooting the arrow at Stevie, who limped away just in time. Me and Tori running for our lives…abandoning him and breaking my promise to him. I pant heavily as the water underneath my feet splashes violently with each running stomp. Tori's surprisingly lighter than I expected. Who knew? I guess it's from all the dancing and singing she did after school in the auditorium with Andre.

I continue to race to the nearest safe place I can see but where could I find one in a situation like this? I stop suddenly and widen my daring smile when I see a cave entrance on the face of a rock boulder. Better than nothing. Tori groans from all the stress on her leg and collapses to the cave floor once we make it inside.

"Okay…where's that freaking flashlight?" I mumble while taking in deep breaths. This bag is flippin huge! No wonder it's so heavy. There's a whole survival kit in here except for you know…the first aid kits and stuff. I take out the warm water bottle for Tori's raw gunshot wound and place it by my side. I go back to the bag and quickly dig through it for a flashlight. My faces goes pale and I see not only a flashlight but a pen. A PEN! Seriously, THAT'S my weapon? I curse under my breath and throw the pen at the cave wall. "Bastards…"

I turn on the light and frown in irritation while shining it on Tori's leg. She leans against the wall with shallow breaths while I dowse it with water and wrap it with my red school tie. The letters GS for Garside are etched in gold on the tie…why so freakin fancy? My school can be utterly ridiculous sometimes.

"Ouch," Tori winces once I tighten the tie (no pun intended) around her leg.

"You okay?" ask while touching it gingerly.

"Y-yeah," she says with a forced smile. Man this girl is tough, even though she doesn't give off that impression. "You think Gibby will be okay…" Tori sighs with sadness while looking out at he ocean from inside the dimly lit cave.

"Definitely," I tell her but I know that I'm completely doubtful. "All we can do is wait till morning…" I whisper while leaning my head against rocky side of the cave. Tori looks at me and smiles widely. Her beautiful smile.

Protect her Beck…please protect Tori for me

I will buddy…I'll take revenge for you and everyone else.

"You wanna know what I got?" she sings while digging through her duffle bag. I look at her with curiosity until she pulls out something with major strength.

"What is that!" I jump in amazement at her weapon. It was a chrome ball attached to silver chain and was decorated with deadly spikes.

"A mace," she says bluntly while staring at it with wide eyes. "I can't use this! It's barbaric," she squeaks.

"This whole game is barbaric Tor'," I tell her with a sigh but crawl over to her and pick up the gruesome weapon. Yeah, she gets this beauty and I get a pen. "This is a lot better than what I got," I sigh while spinning the metal ball around and sending into the wall with a loud CLANG.

"Watch it! You could kill us both with that," Tori hisses at me, her hands trembling at her sides. Laughter fills the cave thanks to me and I toss the mace roughly to the ground. "What about you Beck? What did you get?" Her eyes filled with joy.

"This," I simply say while picking up the pen that only a few feet away fro us. "Can you believe this? A pen. This is a pen Tori…a pen!" She looks at me as if I'm going completely crazy and chuckles, taking the pen from my cold hands. She toys around with it for a minute or two with narrowed eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes focused deeply on the writing instrument.

She clicks it once and drops it with a shriek causing me to crawl over confused. Oh man. A sharp blade was sticking straight out from the tip of the jet black pen with confidence. Now that's what I'm talking about. I hold it for a few seconds with admiration before Tori interrupts my thoughts.

"Satisfied now?" she chuckles again while rubbing her hands together. I nod with a big smile overtaking my face and toss the pen over to Tori.

"Why don't you have this and I take the mace?" I point out with a grin. She cocks her head to the side with a slight smile.

"Good Idea, I don't think my arms could manage," she tries to flex but laughs heartedly when I shake my head at her and mouth the words 'Epic Fail'. I shiver horribly after we finish are laugh fest and crawl over to my hand-me-down backpack that Ms. Linston found in the attic of the orphanage. Yes! There it is, still in great shape. My New York Giants jacket…a gift Mike got me when we were both ten and obsessed with the team, hell we still are- I mean…were. I pull it out and wrap it tightly around Tori who looks into my eyes with appreciation.

"That was me and Mike's fave football team," I tell her nodding to the jacket around her, "We started playing football together because of it."

"Really?" she asks with a beaming face. "Wow, you two must have been…so close," Tori sighs while looking down at her red converse shoes. She takes a few short breaths followed by drops of tears falling to the cave floor.

"What? What's up?" I ask in concern, grabbing her arm gently.

"I…I just had to invite him, huh? It's all my fault!" Tori sobbed into her knees. I can't but feel sorry for her, it wasn't her fault but why does it feel that way. Why does it feel like we're the ones responsible even though we never were in the first place!

"No Tor'. He was soo happy! You should of seen the look on his face the night before," I say with enthusiasm causing her to look up at me with sadness flooding her eyes. "He was up bouncing around all night long! He couldn't wait. I never saw him that happy," I say with a smile.

"He liked me huh?" Tori says randomly, looking straight at me with a look of pity. I look at her for a second before nodding slowly with a sigh. Tori looks back down in defeat and begins to squirm uncomfortably in the jacket.

"He always thought about you actually. Before he died he told me to protect you and that's exactly what I'm going to do, no matter what Tor'" I say to her, scooting a bit closer. Tori wipes her face clean of sorrow and smiles in appreciation.

"Beck…th-thank…you," she stutters. So cute…just like on the bus. Her face reddens once again like a cherry and her famous giggle comes out. I nod with a beaming smile as she reaches into her backpack and pulls something out covered in blood. The picture. The picture Mike handed to me when he died. "I can't stand this picture," she sniffles with a smile.

"Why not?" I ask taking it from her.

"It's too happy. It reminds me how normal my life was. How sheltered I was. How in just a minute…my life can be completely turned into a test filled with questions. Should I trust this person I've known my whole life or kill this person in order to live? Should I die a hero or die a murderous coward?" she says with another tear. She was right. No doubt about it. This was all to freakin' unfair. In just a few moments they would hear their friends names being called out like a grocery list based on who died in this twisted game. I stare at the picture and smile at it once again. There we were, Mike standing on his chair like a monkey with a childish smile, Trina giving off her I'm-too-pretty pose with a bright smile, me sitting in my seat with a natural grin while rubbing the back of my neck, and then there was Tori standing awkwardly next to my seat with her mouth covered but you can see the smile shine right through. Memories. In the background I see Jennifer Mosely (Moze for short) and Susie Crabgrass reading another issue of Pop Tiger with wide eyes. Behind them, there were countless bright and smiling faces of people I consider to be my second family.

"Hey," I chuckle while leaning against Tori's shoulder.

"Hm?" she wrinkles her forehead while looking at the picture. I let out a light laugh after she sees and can't stop my stupid laugh. Why am I laughing at a time like this? I guess it's cause laughing is the one thing that save me right now and take me back just for a few minutes.

"I just knew he was making bunny ears behind me," she smiles at it as if it's an embarrassing baby picture and looks at me.

"You're probably gonna hate me after I say this…" she whispers in dark tone, "But I can't. I can't trust any of them." She says handing back the photo. The dim light reflecting off of her caramel skin.

Tori's POV

I meant it. I don't trust any of them…Gibby is a perfect example. It's not that they'll play; it's the mental stress behind it. It only took seconds for him to crack. I especially can't trust any of them…Lucy, Jade, Molly and Grace. They've tormented me ever since I started at this school. Jade hated me the most, ugh, that blue haired witch made my life a living hell.

"Oh…sorry! Were we all supposed to dress extremely stupid today?" I mimic her voice, referring to the one time at the prom while I was walking down the school parking lot and she verbally abused the dress I was wearing. Beck chuckled at my impersonation and began clapping.

"Bravo!" he laughed, still clapping.

It was weird though…she seemed to soften up over the years and only growls at me…that's an improvement.

I remember vividly what happened only last year. Lucy and Grace locked me in the stall, while shouting over the door like I was a caged animal. Calling me "Skinny" and "Bulimic".

I heard the door slam open with a huge bang and Jade's intimidating growl coming behind it. "Leave her alone, c'mon we got business to take care of right?" she snarled at them. I couldn't see it but I was sure Grace and Lucy had idiotic looks on their faces. I heard Grace pop her gum and leave her echoing footsteps behind with Lucy stomping right behind her.

"Whatever," I heard Lucy hiss and I shrank back in the stall. "Jade?" I whisper uncertainly through the clean gray door.

"Yeah, are you okay Vega?" she whispers back while unbarring the door. Classes were still going on. Right now Class 3-C, my class was in the middle of Art with Lane…the coolest teacher you could ask for.

"I'm fine, thanks," I say with gratitude, tumbling out into the open space.

"Don't mention it…seriously! Don't mention it," she orders, pointing her finger at me. Her green eyes reveal a tint of blue as they stare daggers at me. She taps her solid black nails on the rim of the sink in rhythm before looking at me with annoyance. "Well? Aren't you gonna get back to Art class?"

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I reach down hastily and gather my things before running out in a panic. I could still feel her eyes tearing me apart as I walked down the halls and made a beeline into the art room downstairs. That was the first thing Jade West has ever done that didn't cause me to run away in fear…well kind of. The point is she saved me.

"Why don't you trust them?" Beck asks concerned which snaps me out of my flashback.

"Huh? Oh…well it's just I don't know who to trust Beck," I say to him staring straightforward.

"But…you were so into the idea of escaping," he says, a sad look spreading across his face. You've got to be kidding me…why that look?

"I am! I do want to escape! But Gibby he…he tried to kill us…he almost shot me like he did Jo! All because he was freaked out…how many of the others do you think have snapped by now," we ponder this and begin to shiver at the realizations.

"What about me?" Beck sighs. I look at him and raise one of my eyebrows.

"What?"

"I said…What about me? You don't trust me either?"

"You're the only one I can trust…besides my sis'. I just can't tell who to put my faith in right now," I say with furrowed eyebrows causing him to nod with a sigh.

"Well, maybe we can go out in the morning and find Jake…and Zander…we could all escape together," Beck says beaming, his fingers drawing in the cave dirt. I look at him with my tired eyes and shake my head indignantly.

"You're not being fair. I can't rust anyone right now," I say showing my raw emotions for the first time. I feel my face reddening with both anger and exhaustion as I finish my statement. Beck stares at me with shock written on his face. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to come off like that…I'm just a little freaked out right now," I let a small smile go across my face.

"I understand. C'mon Tor' let's get some sleep okay. We have to get some rest so we can wake up in time for the first update." I nod slowly and wrap the jacket tighter around me, smelling him on it. Even though we'll only get two hours of sleep, it's a lot better than having to be alert constantly with others on your tail. "You know…we could cuddle, to stay warm," he grinned mischievously. What a player! Almost had me in his grip…

"Nice try," I laugh, "But charming girls won't get you anywhere." I bury my face into the jacket and hear Beck huddle up on the opposite side of the cave.

"I wasn't joking Tori," I hear him mumble to himself while turning off the flashlight. Why now Beck…of all times and places. Maybe that's why Jade hated me with a burning passion. She dated Beck all the way up to sophomore year, and felt intimidated by me? Why me? I close my eyes and drift off hoping this would all soon come to an end. That I would wake up in the hotel with Trina in the bed next to mine. Everyone eating breakfast and sharing memories together…but now I realize...this is what's really happening. This is our reality.

34 students remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 3:58 A.M. (Deserted Island: High School Classroom)

"Wow!" chirped Mr. Eikner from the front, staring at his computer, "That many dead…already?"

"Yes sir, Two outside the building and four more on the north side of the island by the ocean," one of the lieutenants reported while pointing at his screen. Six of the bright red numbers faded from the face of the island map leaving 34 more in various locations, blinking wildly.

"Who knew they'd get into it that fast?" he chuckles. "Hey…wait- what do we have here?" he said quietly while narrowing his eyes at the screen. Both of the 15s were together. Tori and Beck. "Oh…how sweet. Our two lovebirds looking out for one another," he coos while looking at the flashing 15s in the E1 square. "Hey, would you guys remind me to make E1 a danger zone?" he giggles to himself, turning around with a refreshed smile.

The rows of desks were hollow and empty. Officers were scattered throughout the room, cleaning up the blood made by Mike and Amanda's demises.

"C'mon boys, put your backs into it!" he cheered. "Lieutenant? Where are Amanda and Mike's corpses?"

"They've been shipped back to their families for a proper burial sir," he said taking a brief break from cleaning and moved across the room to wipe up a blood stain on the wall.

"Excellent, I bet their families have missed them so much, well…Amanda's family at least," the teacher grinned while turning back around to face his whiteboard. On the board, he had 42 wallet sized pictures of the kids. They were the pictures taken on picture day at the beginning of senior year. He took out a red sharpie and crossed out Amanda and Mike's pictures. Their beaming faces were tainted by the marker. Next he crossed out Gibby's picture and then Jo's. Lastly he slowly drew Xs on Mindy, Ned, Simon, and Owen's school photos. Mindy's face as stern as ever was covered in blood red marker. "Only 34 to go," he mumbled with a sinister smile while looking at all the other unmarked pictures.

"Sir?" shouted an officer from the computer with a look of confusion. Mr. Eikner snapped out of it and walked over with a beaming face.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I'm picking up five individuals on the east side of the island," he quietly said to him with a look of concern.

"So, we've got a little alliance going do we?" Mr. Eikner laughed with amusement.

"Seems like it sir, what should we do? Detonate the collars?" he asked with seriousness. Mr. Eikner let out a big laugh.

"No, no. Let them dream a little longer. Soon, it'll all blow up in their faces," he kept laughing while patting the officer on the back. The numbers 2, 6, 12, 18 and 19 flashed prominently as they moved down the east coast of the island in a group.

34 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 4:06 A.M. (Deserted Island: East Seaside)

Kendall Knight moved quickly down the shore with his sports bag on his right shoulder holding all of his basketball gear, his backpack on his left shoulder and his duffle bag in his left hand. James and Logan were hobbling right behind him with their belongings as well. After hearing the gunfire coming from just ahead of them, they decided as a group to turn back and seek shelter.

"Did you hear that? D-Did y-y-you guys heart hat? Those were gunshots…people actually playing. Kendall! People are actually killing each other!" Logan wailed with tears in his eyes.

'Those bastards,' Kendall thought as he turned around to face Logan. Logan's anxiety pills were taken from him went they were all brought here and it looked like his anxiety was taking over. Kendall dropped everything he had and placed his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders.

"Listen Logie, we'll be okay…alright? We'll get through this, okay?" Kendall told him with a grin. "If we wanna get through this we need to stick together." Logan looked up slowly and lit up. He hugged his best friend and let go with a wide smile.

"Okay Kendall! Okay!" he beamed. James smiled and patted Logan on the back with pride.

"Let's keep going guys," James chirped with cheer. Kendall nodded in agreement and looked behind him towards two other classmates.

"C'mon girls!" Kendall chuckled, picking all of his stuff back up.

"Alright I'm coming," Carly Shay giggled while walking up to them with her hands full. She was covered with luggage. "I might collapse and get buried alive if we go any further," she laughed with a cute smile.

"Don't worry, we'll stop soon…I just gotta find Carlos!" Kendall hissed while looking around him. "Where is he?"

"What if he's dead! Oh no! Carlos!" Logan cried again. James ran up to Logan and placed an arm around his trembling body.

"Don't say that. We can't give up yet! The game just started," James boasted while showing of his bright smile. Everyone rolled their eyes at how arrogant he can be.

"This isn't basketball James!" Logan snapped with an angry stare. James awkwardly scratched his forehead and looked down at the sand.

"Sorry," he chuckled nervously while shaking his brown hair with force.

"I wanna go home," Cat Valentine mumbled sadly, "I wanted to go see Mickey Mouse." She stomped her foot in the sand like a little four year old girl. The other four smiled at her. Carly hugged Cat tightly and began to unzip her backpack.

"Will this help Cat?" Carly asked sweetly while taking out a plush Mickey wearing a sorcerer outfit.

"Yay! Fantasia! My fave!" the little red head beamed, grabbing the little stuffed mouse. The gang shared a great laugh before coming back to reality. They began their march again for what felt like hours before they saw a tall building come into view.

"What's that?" Kendall asked, squinting his green eyes. Logan looked closely and began to smile widely.

"A lighthouse! It's a sturdy lighthouse!" he beamed. "First created by the Egyptians in the B.C. era and-"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's save the nerd talk for later," Carly squealed with excitement while running to the building. Everyone, including Logan followed closely behind her.

After barreling into the ground floor of the lighthouse, James scurried through the dark and threw his bags and belongings into a random spot.

"This is fantastical!" Cat joyously cheered while dancing around in the dark.

"Yeah, but it'd be a lot better if we had some kind of light…" Kendall whispered with disappointment.

"Well it isn't surprising that this place has no electricity running through it," Logan remarked with a know-it-all tone, "Maybe if we find some matches or something…"

"Alright," Kendall said with confidence while standing in the doorway of the kitchen, "James, Logan and Cat! You three can stay here and scope this place out. Carly! You come with me to look for Carlos…possibly we can find new recruits," Kendall pumped his fist with enthusiasm while everyone else nodded with big smiles. Kendall was always the leader. When he, James, Logan and Carlos were little, he would always know what to do and steer his friends in the right direction.

"Kay Ken, I'll hold down the fort," James replied through the blind dark.

"What about me? I can help too you know," Logan whined. Cat just kept giggling in some dark corner, off in her little world.

"I'll see ya guys later," Kendall laughed while letting Carly exit first.

34 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 4:39 A.M. (Deserted Island: Cliff Ledges)

The cold winds whipped through Sam Puckett's body like harsh knives as she clung onto Freddie Benson's sleeve with one hand. They felt like they were walking for what felt like days after Sam found Freddie near an abandoned shack trying to call his mom, but utterly failed.

"Fredward Benson! You do not need Long-Distance calling! It's just a waste of money. Besides, you'll only be some states away...it's not like you're visiting another country"

'Thanks mom…' Freddie thought grimly while falling to the ground with a thump. Sam leaned down and took a seat as well, trying to keep her skirt down thanks to the wind.

"I'm sorry Sam…I'm not much help am I?" Freddie said with anger. Sam looked over at him and punched his arm with a smile.

"Don't be stupid Benson. I'm happy I found you. So happy that you came with me too," she told him with a grin.

"Thanks," he kissed her forehead and put his arm around her shoulder. Sam chuckled and began to rest her head on his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt felt soft against her cheek.

"You know what?" she whispers, her eyelids fluttering shut and opening again.

"Hm?"

"I wonder if my mom knows I'm gone…she probably doesn't give a shiz," Sam sighs with disappointment.

"Hey you don't know that," Freddie assures her. Their legs dangled off the edge of the cliff as the wind howled through the trees behind them. The roaring waves beneath them were slamming into the wall of earth every second.

"Yeah…but still…when I ran off in the fifth grade she didn't notice until I came home with bruises around my wrists from handcuffs," Sam laughs at the memory. Her mom was frantic but shrugged it off and returned to her home facial anyway. "'Don't ever let it happen again Samantha Puckett', look where am now."

"True that," Freddie smiles. Sam's spent most of her life in juvie, but she's still someone that most can count on.

Why can't you be more like your sister Melanie? She's going to the most elite school in the country and here you are living in a correctional facility! Why couldn't I just have Melanie instead of Twins? Having you was the biggest mistake I made…

"Our class is probably on the news right now as we speak…maybe the program is being aired right now. Maybe our mommies are watching. Smile for the cameras Freddie," both of them smiled goofily at the sky and burst out with laughter. "It sucks that your mom let you come…for the first time I wished she kept you at home like a little dog on lockdown."

"No Sam…I'm glad that I was able to be with you right now," he says to her while stroking a lock hair behind her ear.

"I still wish you stayed back in your apartment where it's safe," Sam grumbled. Freddie just sighed and began chuckle lightly as the wind howled over the cliff's edge.

"Remember when we first met?" Freddie soothingly says into her ear.

"Yeah, I hated your nerdy guts," she says in a casual way which kind of hurts Freddie a little.

"Gee…Thanks Puckett," he chuckles. Sam rolls her eyes with a laugh and raises her eyebrows.

"Can you blame me? You were pretty annoying. Carly even made you the camera man for her webshow for school which kind of wazzed me off."

"Oh yeah…that was so long ago huh? Good times. I also remember the time me and you went out on our first date."

"Oh god," Sams groaned in embarrassment, "Don't remind me…"

"It was that time at the mall when I took you to buy a purse for the first time. Man you lit up like a light, saying that it was the first time you've ever gotten one. So there we were…in the Purse Palace and you studied every purse like it was some test," Freddie recalled

"Ugh!" Sam groaned again while hugging his arm, "Don't continue! Please don't. Not on live TV."

"Your face resembled a beautiful angel's when I looked at you…" Freddie felt the tears well up. "Before we knew it, five hours had gone by and man, were you ticked."

"I was upset with myself." Sam continued for him after seeing his eyes. "I kept asking you 'Were You Bored!' or 'This was probably the worst date ever!' but you didn't agree with me, you didn't look embarrassed of me or even get up and leave. You just embraced me in warm hug and told me that it was the best time of your life," Sam feels the tears emerge as well, "You said that I made it all worth it…"

"You did Sam, I had the time of my life because you were there. I was and still am the luckiest guy alive," Freddie grinned as a tear ran down his cheek and into one of Sam's blonde curls. "I love you Samantha Puckett," he whispered with joy.

"I love you too Freddie," she beamed while tears streamed from her eyes, "Look in my lap."

Freddie looked into her eyes with confusion and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I said my lap not my eyes," she giggled. He looked down and grinned, "Yep…Mama's still got it," she sniffled while holding that very same bag in her lap.

"I can't believe you kept it," he snickered, memories flooding back to him.

"Hey! It's important to me…you know that."

"I do," he hugged her tightly and they shared a warm kiss that blocked out the shrill winds that continued to blast both of them. Their fingers tangled into each other as they pulled apart and smiled widely. Tears of joy covered their faces and they leaned into each other. Suddenly, a loud noise startled them and they snapped their heads around. Their eyes widened when they saw two figures barreling towards them and began to look at one another.

"Freddie?" she said with a look of paradise on her face, "Let's go."

"Sam…" he said with an unsure voice.

"Please. If I'm gonna die I want you to be the one I spend my last few seconds with," she beamed, her blonde hair flying in every direction. Freddie smiled at her and began to nod with a tear stained face.

"Okay," he says while holding her against him like she was his most prized possession, "Together."

"Forever," Sam finished with tears falling from her eyes, staining Freddie's shoulder. They both closed their eyes and let gravity decide. They held one another for dear life but continued to smile.

I love you Samantha Puckett

They felt the water consume them both but still held onto each other's hands. The waves swept them both away and up on the cliff the only thing that remained was their belongings, braving the harsh winds. They all sat on the lush grass as the waves roared from below.

I love you too Freddie

"Freddie! Sam!" screamed a female voice. It was Carly's. She was scrambling towards the cliff (Kendall right behind her screaming "Wait Carly! Hold on!") until she found Sam's infamous red checkered backpack next Freddie's one-strap laptop bag and realized something terrifying. Her best friends were gone. "No," she sobbed dropping the backpack to the grass as the wind swept through her dark hair. "No…" she continued to weep.

The waves below were still roaring with delight once Sam's glistening purse bubbled up to the surface.

Boy # 12: Fredward Benson (ELIMINATED)

Girl # 4: Samantha Puckett (ELIMINATED)

32 Students Remaining

Hope you enjoyed reading this chappie! I'm trying to make each character seem important so...sorry if it seems slow but it'll pick up soon :)