Fiftieth Hour 18 Contestants Remaining
"So where are we heading for?" Boy#8 Jess Cook asked Boy#16 James Counsell, who was guiding their group threw the pitch-black that surrounded them. Jess had woken up over James shoulder, and James hadn't told him where they were heading. Jess didn't even know how long he he'd been out. James so far hadn't talked to him, and James only looked back to check on Girl#8 Kirsty Walker and Girl#18 Lucy Hather, who where trailing behind Jess. James slowed down, and began to walk at the same pace as Jess.
"We are going to look for whoever made that bomb that went off this morning. I am fresh out of ideas. Maybe they are making a another bomb..."
"That's it?" Jess was genuinely shocked. He didn't expect James to run out of ideas. Jess had just assumed that James would just click his fingers, and he would have a second plan that would work.
"Well, I am guessing it was the nerds doing. They have a nack for solving difficult problems. Remember when they broke into the school computers, and got rid of the filtering system?" James remembered being in awe at the group of nerds. They had managed to get threw a quite good protection system, and then disable the filtering system with out raising any eyebrows. If they could have the brains, and the balls, to do that, he was sure they would be at the forefront of the people trying to get out of the game.
"Yeah, that was awesome...But could they really do something that...Spectacular?"
"I am guessing so. But we need to find them. And with the danger zones, it going to be getting difficult. There is almost a blockage in the middle of the island, only one zone left. If we cross it and it becomes a danger zone, we will be stuck on one side. What happens if they are on the other? We would...We would be fucked."
"Do you think they are on this side?"
"No. The upper part is much bigger, if they were, they would move upwards."
"Even if we know they are in the upper segment, we will never find them! It still big."
"I am guessing they will A) Be hiding in the landmarks, because they are so likely that people won't go there, or hiding in one of the buildings on their own. So, that means..."
"We have to check every building?"
"Nope, just landmarks and singular ones. Shouldn't be difficult..."
"What happens if they die?"
"Well...We will be screwed...Unless i can come up with something..."
Gril#2 Heather Macintyre glanced over to the Revolver on the table. It was the one Sam had used to take out Adam's eye. She kept staring over at it. She knew the truth. Not like the others. She knew what was going to happen. It was unavoidable. The group would try plan after plan, and when they got to the nighttime...People would start to freak out. They would all turn against each other. But, Heather was ahead of the game. She had to do what James Hill did, get away from them. But they wouldn't let her leave, not with one of their weapons. So Heather also knew she had to fight her way out...She quite liked the idea. She would be able to shoot both Boy#17 James Shaun, and Girl#4 Jess Owen. The king and queen of the year..if she was going to take anyone out, it would be those two. She also looked at Boy#3 Jason Kennely. She knew he was in love with her...He had never told her, but she knew. The sly glances at her, the look in his eyes. She didn't love him. Infact she almost hated him. He had caused the huge argument between her and Chris Mackie. It was his fault she had to lie to Chris before he died. She looked over to the gun again. It was fully loaded. Six shots. There was a pistol, but that was the one Chris gave her. It only had two bullets left. She would have to do it quickly. Jess had her PPK, and Boy#6 Adam Self had the glock 17, but he was out of the way in the basement. Heather was angry at Adam too, it was his fault Simon died. If he hadn't made such a farfetched plan, Simon would still be still alive. But she could get him, not unless he left the basement. It could be hours. Heather couldn't wait that long. She would have to do it in the next hour or so. Heather kept building herself up inside. All she had to do was get the gun, fire at the two stupid ignorant fuckers, and leave. Nothing could go wrong. She was- Heather was distracted by Jason, who was walking away from the group and towards the weapons. He looked at the revolver, held it in his hand, then picked the handgun. He placed the gun in his pocket, and rejoined the group. What was he up to? Was Jason planning to do the same as her? If so, it would make this a lot more difficult. Never mind, she would deal with it. Heather watched then as they continued to debate on when to try Michelle's collar. Jess was saying now, Jim was saying wait until Adam cheers up. Heather didn't care. The were both going to die. Heather got up from the chair, and slowly made her way towards the revolver. She reached the table, and picked it up. The heaviness of the gun filled her hand. She turned around. Jess and Jim were side on to her, and Jason was facing Heather, looking threw the group. He saw Heather raise up the gun, and pushed the two back. Heather was just aiming for the center of the group and fired. BAM It seemed Jason had pushed Jess far more than Jim. The bullet pierced its way threw Jim's chest, going into the left side and coming out the right. He clutched his chest, and fell down, hitting the floor with a thud. There was a pause as everyone looked at Heather. Then a loud slamming noise came from the right of the room. The basement door had been burst open, and Adam was standing there. He saw Jim laying on the floor, and rushed over to him. He clutched Jim's head. Jim seemed to whisper something to Adam, then his head fell back. Adam stood up, and looked at Heather, anger pouring out of his eyes. He raised his Glock to her head level. She moved the revolver to aim at Jess, who was dumbstruck. Adam paused.
"Shoot me, I'll shoot her!" Heather shouted at Adam. He glared at her.
"Do it.. Your probably miss...I won't" Adam pointed the gun square at her chest. There was a CLICK from beside him. Adam looked to his right, and saw Jason, who was aiming his handgun at Adam's head.
"You shoot her...I'll shoot you..."
"I don't believe this!" Adam sighed. "Why are you doing this man? I thought we were close."
"I get it...Its like a Shakespeare play..." Heather let out a small smile. "If I shoot your love...I'll be killed. So Jason will kill you, because I am the love of his life..."
"You gotta be shitting me!" Adam kept his eyes on Heather, but talked to Jason. " She's holding a gun to a innocent person! She an't all that great!"
"So! I still love her..." Jason moved closer, and gripped his gun tighter. His palms were sweating.
"For fuck sake! All we been through, and we are gonna all turn against each other because of fucking love? She killed Jim! You grasp that Jas? For no reason! She's a cold blooded killer!"
"I know!"
"Put the fucking gun down then! For christ sake Jason! I am holding a gun for good reasons. She just killed by best friend! and now, she holding a gun to the one girl I love, a sweet, smart, beautiful girl who is trying to help us all." Jason slowly lowered the gun.
"Well...Now what?" Heather looked at Adam. "Still got you by the balls. Put down the gun."
"Well..I really don't want to reveal this to you. Heather..." Adam moved a step closer.
"Move and she gets it."
"There is no bullets in that gun...We could only find one that would fit. Your all out..." Heather sneered at him, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. She pulled it again. Still nothing. She looked at Adam.
"What. You going to shoot me?"
"No...I am, not a animal like you."
"Well..." Heather pulled out a thin, long, black and yellow object. It was Michelle's weapon, a screwdriver. Heather beared her teeth, and began to run at Adam. He didn't shoot. He moved to the side, and gripped her. The both fell to the floor, and the struggled to control the screwdriver. Heather pressed down on Adam's one good eye, and he used both his hands to stop her. Heather got on top, and Adam was using all his strength to stop her from plunging the screwdriver into his head. The stayed in the same position, both struggling to move, the other neutralizing anything they did. There was a click from behind Adam, then a BAM. Heather's head sprayed a fine layer of blood from the bullet that entered her head. She looked at him, then went limp. Adam dropped to the floor, and he felt someone lift the body off him. He slowly got up, and looked behind him, to see who had shot Heather. He was shocked by who it was. He followed the arm, past the gun, the impeccable sleeve, up to the shoulder...It was Jess, She looked at him, then dropped the gun onto the floor. Adam looked around...He saw Jim's body behind her...It was at that point that all the fear, all the sadness he had been storing up during the three days, come out. Simon, Chris, The plan failing...Losing an eye, Jim...He suddenly burst into tears. Jess looked at him, slowly approached him, and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, His whole body shaking with the force of crying.
Boy#17 James Shaun Dead (17 Contestants Remaining)
Girl#2 Heather Macintyre Dead (16 Contestants Remaining)
Girl#11 Amber Stiles was storming threw the grass that surrounded her ankles. She was taking big, angry strides. Amber was heading for the small building at the east of the island. She had heard gunfire from there, and hoped that someone who wasn't playing had been hiding there. She had heard gunfire from the center of the island. She had decided to head for the eastern house first. She had heard the machine gun...She just hoped that the owner was dead. She had only thought about Becky in the toilet once. Amber had managed to justify it in her mind. Ding of her collar exploding would be far better than getting shot and slowly bleeding to death. Amber knew she was going to die. She wasn't going to kill just to live herself. Amber had decided to see who she could help. Hell, she might find someone who was planning to get off this rock. That would be a bonus, but very unlikely. She didn't know how the day was going to turn out. Only 18 students left at last count...She knew the remaining kids, she didn't have a clue which was the killers. None of them projected "killer" to her. It was going to make it all the more difficult. Amber didn't know if anyone good was still alive at the eastern house, but it was worth a try. She was curious to see who the machine gun killer was. Whoever it was, she would be surprised. One of the nerds? pushed to far and they just snapped? An opportunistic girl, who took advantage of the fact that no-one would be expecting a girl to attack? The ideas kept running in her mind, different scenarios, different people. Same results. Amber closed her eyes for a second, and kept on walking. Part of her brain still didn't really believe this was happening. Part of her brain was telling her that it was all a nightmare, telling her she would wake, and it would all be fine, she would go into school and see all her friends...But when she opened eyes, she was still in the dark, lonely woods, holding a shotgun, and wearing a torn and stained uniform. Amber let out a sigh...And moved forward at a faster pace.
Fiftieth Hour 16 Contestants Remaining
