Hour 16
39 Contestants Remaining
There are many different kinds of pride. There are the vain, those who value appearance over all else, especially their own. They primp and preen in front of mirrors day in and day out, worshipping themselves on the reflective alter. Then there are those who see themselves as God's gift to the opposite sex. They're the ones who are wanted and lusted after by all, and of those huddled masses, only they get to choose. Among an even more select few, there are those who truly believe themselves to be God. They beg for worship among all and have lists of conquests several miles long.
They all of course paled in comparison to the person the Battle Royale community knew as Boy # 8, his mom knew as Luke Wesson, and everyone else knew as The Naughty Hottie.
At least in his own mind.
But no, it was a general consensus. It had to be. He knew it and he heard it all the time, because no one, not anyone messed with The Naughty Hottie. He was a pretty boy to the greatest degree, never wanting to mess his hair or anything else up on his perfect face or body. He would spend hours out of the day in front of a mirror, primping and preening and pumping almost as much makeup and hair products into his face as any of the school's more image-conscious girls.
Truth be told, he was really as vain as it got. He may have been one of the bitchier students in the school, but no one was willing to argue. No one messed with him, ever. Not since the time in second grade he cut one of his best friend's hair off in the middle of class, faked up some tears and blamed it on another kid for his own amusement. The other kid got in trouble and was more or less shunned for the rest of their time through the Braiwood school system. Sure, they did eventually wind up locking themselves in a garage with the car running, but that's their own problem, right? Not like it was Luke's problem.
Since then he had been told time in and time out by his parents that he was a good-looking kid, and he was more than one to capitalize on the matter. He had the money to dress in the good clothes, get his hair done right, and even get a floor length mirror he could look himself up and down with. They say masturbation is the perfect act of self-indulgence. Luke knew better of course.
Sex. Anyway and anyhow, Luke was into sex. He had sex appeal and he knew he could get it however he pleased. Boys, girls, he could and would get together with any of them that he pleased. He could seduce and he could overpower and he could torment, and he loved it. He was even hot enough to make a living as a dancer in a go-go cage at a local gay bar, it worked out and it paid well.
True, he had plowed through many of the girls and even a few of the boys of Braiwood High School; monogamy was never his thing. He did have a friend with benefits, Michelle Christopher, she would take care of him and satisfy those needs when the well was dry. They made up a trio with Lizzy Jones that Luke had always jokingly dubbed The Angels. They were a force to be reckoned with, and they always satisfied each others needs when they needed to.
'course there was the time that Michelle got the clap and then gave it to Luke, whereupon he spread it to a few other girls in school, but that was an occupational hazard. Just get the shot and it clears itself right up, god love STD's for being so damn predictable and easy to take care of. Hell, he'd taken Lizzy in for, what, three abortions already? Worst case scenario it was the best damn birth control around, one hundred percent effective every time.
Of course, there was Lara. Lara Drake, Girl # 24 in the Battle Royale, was considered by many to be this tiny little doe, maybe even a prude. Sure, she had her fun on the school newspaper, but no one else really seemed to give a damn about her. It was widely reputed that she was a good Christian girl and would never, ever have sex until she was married. Always one for a challenge, Luke adapted himself to the part, turning on the nice and sensitive charm. He had money going on the fact that he could deflower her by grad night, which of course would have happened. It was going to be perfect, it was going to be beautiful, and he would have had the crowning achievement on his long list of conquests before going to college.
Dumping her the next day would have been easy too, but Battle Royale had to come in and interrupt things. Fucking government, couldn't they wait just one more night? One more night? They couldn't just wait until the final name on the list was achieved, then start the things, but nooooo, no, Luke wouldn't be allowed to have the pleasure of knowing he was truly the sex god of Braiwood High. Then again, she did find out about Lori just two days prior. God damn it Lara, you could've waited too. You could've waited and I could've made a hundred bucks. Bitch.
But at the moment, more than anything else, Luke knew that he had to get going. He was currently residing in one of the abandoned barracks, basically a row of old rotted and rusty cots with dirt and leaves smeared all around the room. His weapon that he had been assigned was a computer keyboard. Ugh. Couldn't they give a halfway decent weapon, you know, one that could be used to actually kill people? Luke didn't even really want to go on a spree like the rest of his classmates were sure to do, that was just dirty and vulgar and... Ugh.
So, carrying his backpack, he exited the barracks and started wandering around in the forest cautiously. The sun was moving across the sky slowly, creating a pleasant and peaceful dappled pattern of the leaves on his skin as the light filtered through. He hated outside and he hated trees even more, but even he could admit that it was peaceful and pleasant. He had walked into a small clearing of sorts, hearing a babbling creek off somewhere in the distance. If only he had a picnic blanket and some guy to screw, this day would be perfect. No, not perfect, completely and utterly sublime.
A female voice sent Luke whirling around on his feet.
"Oh my God, Luke? Is that you?"
As he turned, he could see who it belonged to. Girl # 1, Lori Nicotero stood by with fear in her eyes. Going through the regular rounds, Luke looked her up and down and did a quick assessment. She still had a great ass, massive rack accentuated nicely by her halter-top. Belly firm yet soft. Black hair, Luke had a thing for blonde's but it worked for Lori. Nice, pouty lips. She was burned on one side though, streaks of black and brown on her side. Yuck. She's still doable though. She didn't have a pack though. Strange.
"I am so glad to see you!" she said as she ran over and hugged him deeply, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Ummm, you too," Luke said slightly confused.
"I've been running around here all on my own, someone attacked me, I've been so scared," she said as she sobbed, pulling him in closer and crushing her breasts against his chest. Luke was one to notice this, and despite her burns, she still was hot. Always had been, always would be. He slept with her a while back after he connected with Lara, and all the hype was true. She was a great lay.
"I'm here," Luke said as he feigned sympathy, "I'm here."
"I've just been so lonely," she said with fear, but changing her voice enough that Luke could tell her intention was different.
"You have?"
"Yeah," Lori said through tear-streaked eyes as she looked at Luke, "I came to Grad Nite here, and I was hoping, hoping, hoping more than anything else just to be with somebody, to be close, you know. I mean, I just wanted one good fuck for the night and then all this happened."
"Yeah," Luke said, having had a list of his own that he really wanted to have worked through that night, "I understand you. I thought I'd have gotten some myself by now."
Through her tears, Lori strained to force a smile.
"Well," Lori said with a slightly evil grin, "we are here now. Think you might wanna..."
She moved in for a kiss, locking her lips around Luke's with some energy. He was taken aback, but her logic was undeniable. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She kissed back with more energy, pushing her tongue deeply into his mouth and groaning a bit.
Pushing back, she pulled off her halter-top and stood bare from the waist up before him. She forced her smile again, trying to be comfortable, and being a male, Luke responded with a smile, rushing forward and grabbing the twin orbs. He was rough and nowhere near as smooth as he thought he was, but she moaned anyway. She didn't want him thinking that there was anything wrong. Nope, not one bit.
She then pulled his pack off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. After that, his shirt was soon on the ground. Lori wrapped herself around him again and entwined their bodies. They were close and hot, running up against each other, breathing hard, kissing with the sounds of making out loud and clear. A bird cawed in the background, but neither of the two seemed to notice as they were entwined, kissing each other deeply.
Luke himself was on cloud nine. It was a fucked up place to be, but at least he had the chance to get it on before anything could happen. He would have sex, and sex with one of the best. Who could ask for anything more really?
She kneeled down before him and started to unbuckle the belt of his pants, pulling it to the side and unzipping his fly. She was even kind enough to mind the explosive belt and avoid it enough so that he wouldn't explode.
Oh god, Luke thought, am I dreaming? Seriously, could I really be this fucking lucky? She looked up at him with a smile, feeling between his legs and to that one sensitive spot. Luke groaned, on cloud nine. All logic left him as the siren wrapped her hand around him.
She smiled up again, looking happy yet desperate. Even as he looked down, Luke could tell that something was not right. He couldn't quite gauge the situation, but no, it wasn't right.
With another smile, Lori looked behind Luke and quickly withdrew her hands.
"Now!" she yelled.
Luke didn't have time to react as he felt something enter the back of his pants, hearing a click followed by blinding pain in his waist and crotch. Luke screamed as he fell to the ground, feeling as if everything were on fire, and indeed, it was. He whirled around, seeing Lara Drake, a.k.a. Girl # 24, a.k.a. his "girlfriend" holding a flare gun and standing by with an evil smile. He looked down as sparks were shooting out from his pants with blinding pain, causing him to scream further with tears coming from his eyes.
Seconds later, the flare exploded in a blast of white phosphorous and magnesium, creating a heat that was capable of burning through tile, in his underpants. Gone was much of the flesh in his inner thighs, as well as the entirety of his genitals he had made a living with. The explosion shook its way through Luke's body and caused him to shudder, screaming wildly as his skin and pants were thoroughly on fire.
Lori and Lara stood by smiling, enjoying every minute of their infector's demise. Lara held her flare gun in hand, twirling it around and giggling almost uncontrollably while Lori stood by still topless, holding her fire ax that Lara had held onto not but a moment before.
In excruciating pain and already succumbing some to shock, Luke kept hitting his legs and stomach, trying to put out the fire and not pay attention to the fact that everything between his legs was missing. He was on fire though and that hurt even more than the loss of his pride and joy, and he focused solely on putting it out; putting out the pain. Put out the fire, put out the pain, that was what he repeated. At that, he ran off looking to get away from the two crazy bitches.
There was another explosion of bright white light off to his left, exploding against a tree as Lara fired off another shot from the flare gun and missed.
"Damn, need to reload!" Luke could hear Lara say.
"I got it!" Lori responded.
Luke could hear it. Water, running water. Water from a stream. God, thank you. He could see it, a stream about twenty feet wide and no more than a foot deep, but that was all he needed. He ran and jumped into the stream, putting out the flames with shocking cold and once more jolting his body back into reality. It felt as if all the flesh that had been burned was now being torn away in strips and was being pushed through a meat grinder. He could smile briefly though, the fire was out, the burning was gone. Now though... He lost his dick. God it hurt.
Rolling onto his back, now thoroughly in shock, Luke sputtered some water out of his mouth and got up onto his knees in the river.
Lori was by now sprinting his way, holding her fire ax high like some strange and horrible topless dancer killer. He held up his hand as she came closer.
"Wait! Wait!" Luke shrieked quickly, to no avail. Lori struck with the ax, splitting his hand in half and breaking his arm with the force. As he screamed, she brought down the ax again, severing his arm at the elbow in a clean fashion. He fell down in the stream, trying to crawl away with his one arm and legs pushing against the silt in the bottom of the river. She struck him in the back, spraying blood out all over her as she held the ax and waded in the stream.
Still, Luke moved. His spine was shattered, one lung punctured and choking on a mixture of blood and water from the stream, but he was alive.
Lara soon sidled on up, holding the flare gun and pushing it down the front of her pants.
"Wait, please," she said as she took the ax.
Lara held the tool in both hands, looking down on the pitiful mess that was her now ex-boyfriend Luke Wesson. He had used the last of his strength to roll over onto his back, looking up with sad eyes that had gotten him out of many a speeding ticket with female officers. Luke looked up pleadingly, trying to form words with his mouth but failing dismally, instead coughing up blood as it trickled down his mouth.
She rotated the ax around in her hands, bringing them close together and swinging it down repeatedly, smashing into his chest, head, arms, legs, anything she could hit. Blood, chunks of Luke and water sprayed up, gushing over her and Lori as she stood by solemnly. After a minute of axing her boyfriend, she stopped and sighed, breathing heavily and coughing. Using what she brought up, she spat on Luke's corpse. There was a moment of silence between the two women as Lara handed the weapon back. Lori looked at Lara, seeing a girl who looked to be rather quite mad at the moment, drenched in blood that was literally dripping down her face. Lara looked to Lori, seeing one of the school's biggest sex goddesses nearly naked and covered in the same blood that was dripping down her own body.
They were a mess.
"Let's go upstream so we can wash up some," Lara said as she went back to retrieve her backpack from the clearing. She plodded through the stream and walked back to where they had first encountered look. Lori still looked onto Luke's corpse, a little bit frightened, but really not sure what the hell was going on. They had been hunting him all day since they had met each other earlier, waiting for the right time and moment to strike. They had both talked giddily about murdering Luke for infecting them, messing him up real good. They talked and giggled like girls at a slumber party at the time, and now that it happened... She shuddered.
She could see the blood from his body flowing out, going downstream in streaks as his heart stopped pumping. A fish in the water swam by and jumped onto Luke's body, flopping about before plopping back into the water. She shuddered again.
Suddenly Lori wasn't as hopeful as she used to be about her chances for survival.