Twentieth Hour 28 Contestants Remaining

The blackness of the night finally covered the isle, like a blanket, smothering the good, and renewing the strength of the evil. One of the evil ones that were made happy by the loss of sunlight, was Girl#21 Cara Walsh. Ever since she had teamed up with Boy#20 Elliott Jones and Boy#21 Henry Cullen, she had been thinking of a way to kill both of them, without getting hurt herself. And she had got it. She now sat on a chair in the main room on the bottom floor of the two story house. Elliott was asleep, like a baby. Henry, however, was very awake, and would not stop talking. Cara saw her chance. Elliott would have been troublesome if he was awake. She stood up, and walked towards Henry. He was busy looking after the wound on hisrm, and when he looked up, she was next to him.

"Hey, Cara." She smiled. It was different from her normal smile, but he could not work out how.

"Hey, Bruno." She sat next to him.

"What do you want?"

"Well..."Cara stared at him. "We are going to die..."

"And, I knew that already, What can we do?" Cara did another smile.

"Well...I don't want to die a virgin. Do you?" He beamed at her.

"Of course not!-"

"Well, then. Elliott is asleep. So do you want to..." She did a giggle, forced of course, but it worked a treat.

"Ok." Henry got up from his chair, and pointed up the stairs. "Do you want to..."

"Yes, stupid." She pushed him, and he went up the stairs, But she stayed. She quickly grabbed the pocketknife from the table and put it in her pocket, ready to grab. She started up the stairs. Her heart was beating. She was about to kill him, and he didn't have a clue. Reaching the top of the landing, he saw him waiting at the doorway off the center room. She went up right next to him, and leaned close to his face.

"Go on, go inside" He quickly did so, and she entered too, they faced each other, and there was a awkward silence.

"Turn around." Cara tried her hardest to sound normal, despite the fact she was about to stab him.

"O...ok!" Henry slowly turned around. She pulled the knife out of her pocket, and slowly opened the blade out. Henry wondered what she was doing.

"What are you doing?" He asked. He didn't want to turn around, incase he pissed her off or something like that. He heard a floorboard squeak.

"I am getting undressed." Cara lied, but it seemed to work, he just shook his shoulders and carrie0d on facing the other way, oblivious to what she was doing. She took another step, knife raised. She inched closer and closer to him, until she could smell the deodorant that he wore. She moved the knife towards his neck, but he turned he head just as she was about to stab it.

"HOLY SHIT!" He reeled back, seeing the knife. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING CARA?" She moved forwards, and thrusted the knife into his gut. He let out a scream as she pulled the knife along the belly,. He pushed her away and ran towards the other side of the room, screaming wildly. She ran and jumped, knocking him to the floor. She lifted up the knife, and stabbed him in the back, making him scream even more. She stabbed him twice more, and climbed off him, turning him onto his front, she crouched, getting close to his face.

"Looks like your going to die a virgin!" He just kept on screaming. "OH, SHUT UP!" She lifted the knife, and with all her might, stabbed it into his neck, the screaming became a gurgle, and then it stopped altogether. She took a few deep breaths, and pulled the knife out. Looking up, she saw Elliott standing at the door, He was frozen with horror.

"Your next!" She got up and slowly began to walk towards him, and he slowly started to back off.

"What? But Why?" Elliott spoke, in no more than a whisper.

"You stupid bastard. When you got shot at earlier, it must of been obvious that the person that did it had a sniper rifle. And you didn't think when i came along, with a SNIPER RIFLE!" He just babbled, stepping closer and closer towards the stairs. She quickly saw this, and rushed forwards, pushing him. He stumbled, and went down the stairs, hitting his head several times as he fell, he hit the floor at the bottom with a THUD and a tiny stream of blood appeared from under his bright ginger hair. She quickly went down the stairs, and checked if he was still alive. He was. She got the knife, and jammed into his chest. She pushed it as deep as she could, and then pulled it out again. Now he was dead. She sat on the stair, staring at the dead Elliott. She had not wanted to do what she just did, but it had been done for a reason. Never underestimate a woman. She smiled, and wiped the blood off the knife, using Elliott's blazer. Snapping it shut, she stood up. She walked over to the table, and picked up the GPS Device. She looked at it, It would become very useful to her.

Boy#21 Henry Cullen Dead (27 Contestants Remaining)

Boy#20 Elliott Jones Dead (26 Contestants Remaining)

Girl#18 Lucy Hather stumbled threw the darkness. She was completely lost, and with the moon hidden behind the clouds, she could not check the map to see where she was. After leaving the hideaway in the village, she had just roamed the island. Now, at her best guess, she was near the south of the island. She had avoided all the landmarks, such as the clinic, the hotel, and the lighthouse. She feared someone would be there, and they wouldn't be friendly. Maybe they had weapons like Lil and Jordan, guns and knifes. All she had was the poison, and that wouldn't hurt unless someone ate it. There was real killers out there, she knew. She had seen Jordan kill someone, and if he could kill, who else would? Damn, this whole situation was screwed up. She almost kicked herself for not sitting on the other bus, like she had wanted to. But, fate was fate, and she was meant to be in the program. The wind brushed against a branch, making her twist with surprise. What was it? She carried on walking, it was the wind. She felt deep inside, a feeling of anger, that she shouldn't have left the hideout. At least she would have been safe there, instead of walking around in the dark, trying to see the shadows, jumping every time the wind whistled or a tree brushed against her. If only she could find someone she could trust, someone she knew she could trust. The people she could trust. It bobbed around in her head. How would she know who to trust. Trust was a rare thing on the island, after all, in two days time, any friendship, no matter how strong, or powerful, would break down as people turned against one another. Lucy knew that, by then, she probably wouldn't be alive. After all, most of the people dead had been girls, the boys had probably formed a huge group and was roaming the island, killing all the girls. She couldn't trust any boys, and most of the girls that were alive were bitches, such as Cara and Siobhan. Miss kingdon had probably given all the girls shit weapons, like her poison. Damn it, she was going to find someone she could trust, and they could escape. Yeah, escape. They could swim off or something like that. Al she needed was someone she could trust. Trust, such a hard thing to find.

As she slowly walked threw the trees, stepping over shrubs ad plants, Girl#7 Siobhan Cockram realized that the night was a damn good thing when you want to hide. After getting the grenade off Katie Jo Walker, she had carried on threw the trees. She had found a place to hide, but it did not fill her "Needs" It was just a shack, with holes in the roof. That wouldn't have done, not for a winner like her. No she needed somewhere dry, and warm, next to clean water, and maybe with a good bed. Not some shack next to the road. So, here she was, walking threw dark woods, trying to find a decent building to get some rest in. It was a quiet night, not like the morning, which was full of screaming and gunshots. Now, all she could hear was the wind, which had picked up a bit, and herself. There was a scream now and then, but nothing like before. It was probably down to the fact that nearly half the others were dead. Anyone with any sense would be hiding now, not running around like she was. The same few people probably made the majority of kills few people, and they would be the ones outside, the ones like her. Siobhan heard a noise, and she stopped. It sounded like someone moving, over to the left. She quickly headed towards the noise.

Girl#2 Heather Macintyre was running, full speed threw the woods. She didn't care who heard her, she just wanted to get to the dock quickly. She just hoped that she was right, and Jason and Simon were there. She wanted to tell Simon what she really thought about him. She kept this in her mind as she sprinted threw the trees, branches smacking her in the face. She kept on running, until a noise made her stop. It was someone moving. Before she knew what was happening, something heavy landed on her, knocking her to the ground. Reacting quickly, she pushed the weight off her, and she got up, pulling the gun out of her back pocket. She pointed it at the figure, who slowly got up, unaware of the gun. It stood up fully, and Heather recognized it as Siobhan Cockram, a spiteful girl if there ever was one. She was blazer less, and had anger in her eyes. They darted from Heather's face, to the gun, and back again.

"Get away from me!" Heather moved away, and Siobhan stepped forwards.

"No, you puny little bitch. GIVE ME THE GUN!" Siobhan moved forward even more, but Heather did not fire.

"No! Go fuck yourself. Or better yet, a boy." Siobhan laughed.

"Hah! I don't see you getting any."

"That's where your wrong!" Heather waved the gun around. "I was going out with Chris Makie!"

"Is that it? A fat ginger Goth, with no chance of any girl with breasts. He only went with you because it was all he could get!"

"LIAR!" Heather pointed the gun at Siobhan's head. "He loved me!"

"I am sure!" Siobhan replied, sarcastically. "If that was true, he would have found you, but no, he got himself killed! A true boyfriend would protect his girlfriend!"

"SO!" Heather Smiled. "I don't see any boys protecting you, and you have gone out with most of the ones on this island!" Siobhan seemed hurt. She had never thought about that.

"So, They didn't mean anything to me! I just did it for a laugh."

"Yeah, right. At least i found a boy who like me because of me, not my body!"

"Why you little cow! You really believe that Boys want a girl that has a personality? Don't be so stupid!" Siobhan sneered.

"Yes I do. Boys want to be with me, not just fucking me. It's the same with all you sluts. Posing around with miniskirts, all tarted up. No wonder you get all the boys, leave the rest of us with the ugly ones, or the gay ones."

So what if we flaunt our bodies" Siobhan Eyed up Heather. "At least we got stuff to flaunt!" Heather rushed at Siobhan, filled with rage, hand outstretched, Siobhan grabbed the gun, and twisted Heather's hand, making her lose grip of the gun. Siobhan pointed the gun at heather head, and pulled the trigger, point blank. But instead of Heather's brains being splattered over her, Siobhan just heard a CLICK. Heather let a laugh come out of her mouth.

"What's so funny!" Siobhan asked, spitting with rage.

"Oh. Nothing!" Heather pulled out a clip for the handgun. "Just that you thought the gun had bullets in it. Nope" She laughed some more. Siobhan ran towards heather, and lifted the gun, to use it as a club. Heather dodged the other girls slow movement, and grabbed the gun. She lifted it up, and whacked her on the head with it. Siobhan staggered, apparently stunned. Heather hit her once more with the handle of the gun, and Siobhan slumped to the ground. She stood over Siobhan, then put the gun back in her pocket, and took off running. She didn't know how long Siobhan was going to be out, and she didn't want to find out.

Twentieth Hour 26 Contestants Remaining