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Tuesday: June 4th, 2010 – 3:25 A.M. (Tourist Association-Sixth Floor; Deserted Island)

They couldn't believe it…another addition to the body count. Lulu was still dangling from the demolished rafter like a positioned decoration used in Haunted Houses on Halloween. Her neon yellow sneakers were now covered in bright red spots as blood continued to drip from her hanging body. Tori felt her chest tighten from all of these traumatic encounters as she began to shake her head slowly in denial.

Tears began to fill her eyes causing her to emit a few strangled sobs as Beck began to feel his lips tremble with his eyes locked onto Lulu in horror. "Why?" was all he could get out in a hoarse whisper as he began to hear the sound of rampant footsteps coming from above.

"What's going on?" a voice cried in worry belonging to Camille as she began to emerge quickly form the descending stairs. "I heard all this noise and I thought you two were it tr-" before she could even get out the next sentence completely and fully with a tone of sanity…she immediately spotted Lulu's mangled body. It was a hideous sight. So hideous it made everyone almost want to throw up on the spot. "Oh my…" Camille whispered as her eyes began to shake from viewing the graphically displayed corpse as if it were a strung up piñata.

"Lulu's…L-Lulu's…" Tori kept whimpering with her hands grasping the sides of her head as she gazed down at the two Converse shoes she had on her feet that had a few dark red drops on them from Lulu's gory demise. It wasn't long before she immediately began to break down into a state of hysterical sobs. "L-L-Lulu's…no."

"Why the fuck is all of this happening?" Beck seethed with burning tears in his eyes as he brought himself to stop looking at Lulu's deceased form. Another friend was dead…gone like the wind and all they could do was watch from the sidelines. He gripped his trembling shoulders and felt his tattered cotton dress shirt crumple underneath his touch. "Damn it all…C-Camille? Did you find anything up there."

Camille felt her eyes shake and she glanced down at Beck with an arched brow until she finally understood what he was asking. "Hm? Oh, no. Nothing unparticular. I think we need to go find Katniss and get back with Zander and the others for an update on Lucy."

"Yeah…that sounds like a good idea," Beck sighed with a tear drop falling from his chin and lightly seeping into the foyer's carpeting. He walked over to an hysterical Tori Vega who couldn't cease her profuse crying for her newly dead friend. "C'mon Tor'…c'mon we gotta go okay?"

"B-But…Lulu she…she can't," Tori kept on sobbing as Beck lightly hoisted her up by the arms and let her regain her balance. He held her close so that her cries spilled onto his heaving chest; making her sobs muffled.

"I know. I know…but we have to keep on going okay? We gotta be strong if we want to make it through this."

"Beck's correct Tori…I lost someone I cared for also. All three of us have…I lost Logan-" before Camille could finish her soft spoken sentence, Beck let out a shocked gasp.

"Logan? Since when have you been friends with Logan? Oh shit! I don't mean to sound rude and all, but…Camille, did you have a thing for him?"

"Yes. I know you don't mean to be crude as well as random, but I understand your choice of words. He was the first person in our class to ever show me a bit kindness. I desperately wanted to find him, but…now he's dead. I feel as though it all became meaningless once I heard his name on the announcements with his other three friends. I felt as though this whole expedition became meaningless now that he's dead…but now I understand that it really isn't. It's simply not because I have to make sure I fight for him just like Katniss said."

"Who knew…" Beck sighed with a small grin as he held Tori close to him as she began to slowly recover from her frantic state. "Good for you Camille and don't worry. We'll make sure everyone gets avenged when this whole shitty game is over and shoved up the government's ass. Come on…let's get Katniss and get out of here."

After paying their respects to Lulu with a few more tearful moments, they departed down the marble stairs in search for the silver eyed transfer. Ready to bring this whole thing to an end.

8 Students Remaining


Tuesday: June 4th, 2010 – 3:52 A.M. (Inner Woodland; Deserted Island)

The rain made horrendous pounding sounds as it slammed into the earth all around Zander's trembling form. His pale skin was becoming ice cold from the temperature drop but he couldn't care less. His face was as stern as ever as he watched Lucy come right towards him with her feet coming up for a kick; her pointed heel coming right for his squinted eye.

"Eat this karate kid!" Lucy cried with a smirk as she felt her hair fly all around her head due to the harsh winds. Thunder boomed like an angered lion in the sky as Zander grasped her exposed ankle and threw a perfect jabbing punch her way causing her eyes to go wide in shock. She immediately titled her head to the side making her black diamond earrings dangle like mad; dodging the punch completely.

Her shining lips curved into a huge grin as she leapt up only with her one foot making the soil squelch as she did so and wrapped her leg around his neck making him arch his brow in confusion. "Isn't this fun Robbins?" she giggled before watching him cringe in disgust as he tried to wriggle out of her toned legs. He let go of Lucy's other ankle as he tried but that had to be his biggest mistake.

Right after he let go, Lucy wrapped her other leg around his neck making him feel as unbalanced as a drunk on New Years Day. She grasped his locks of black curls as he tumbled around with his moist hands grasping her legs as if they were horrendous snakes suffocating him. "Get the hell off of me!" he screamed in anger as he fell backwards from the overwhelming weight on him and he felt his back slam into the patches of grass.

"GAH!" he coughed as he felt the air get knocked out of him and Lucy merely rolled off of him with a satisfied grin as he laid there clenching his teeth in pain. His chest rose in slow motions as everything started to fade and blur.

Meanwhile, Lucy managed to get back onto her two feet with her head whipping all around in search for a deadly weapon. The rain splashed against Zander's chilling face as he let out a few more shallow breaths of air and tried his best to get back up. He felt his mind go woozy as he watched the deadly girl scurrying over to her dropped revolver with a murderous smile on her beautiful face.

"Hell no! Not today Lucy!" Zander hissed while coughing painfully into his damp palm and rushed over to his abandoned wooden pole with a look of determination. He grasped it tightly and flew over to Lucy's running form at top speed. "I won't go down without a fight Stone! No cheap shots! Not like Stevie you hear me bitch! I won't die without avenging her!" he screamed in absolute rage as his neck turned a shade of infuriating red.

Lucy was nearly a few feet from her cold metal gun before she heard a series of rapid footsteps coming at her full force and just as she turned around she was met with a harsh slap to the face from Zander's pole. She stumbled backward while holding her cheek as it stung horribly and her other dainty hand was leaning against a damp tree trunk as white lightning streaked across the skies. "Fucker!' she hissed while glaring daggers at him, but all he did was look at her with nothing but deep rooted hatred embedded into his eyes.

"Don't blame me…you're a bitch Lucy. Simple as that. Hence…I gave you fucking bitch slap! Wooden pole style," he smirked confidently as he felt his adrenaline pump all throughout his body. He was in a full time rush as he gripped his pole with both hands and gave one last grin. "Hope this hurts!"

With that, he smacked Lucy on each side of her face with two consecutive full blows on each making her cry out in pain. Her body stumbling to the moist ground as blood began to trickle from the cuts made from the wooden pole smacks in her cheeks. She stared at it as the scarlet red liquid dripped into the soil and all she could do was smile at the predicament in a twisted manner. She reached forward and grasped a splintered branch that fell from a towering tree and twisted her body around with great haste.

She dashed forwards towards him while swinging the thin twig like a fencing sword at fast speed with grunts leaving lips as Zander tried his best to block them all with his stick grasped tightly in his hands. However, once she spun around like a poised ballerina and delivered a surprise hit, it sent him falling backwards once again into a dense green group of bushes with a deep gash on the right side of his forehead.

This girl is fierce…too fierce, but I can take her. She has no technique but I think that's what makes this so difficult! No patterns or anything to follow or predict? She's just a random mess…no Zander. You can definitely do this! Just have to beat her at her own game.

The water falling from the dark gray skies drizzled down the bush's leaves and onto Zander's cut face as he got back onto his feet with his eyes gleaming with fire. Just out of the corner of his eye he saw a rundown little wooden shack probably used as a shed on this island…but it was all boarded up with rotting floor boards. He continued to looking over at it in curiosity until he heard a few grunts right in front of him making him look over in fear. Lucy tackled him to the ground once more with her sickle held tightly in her hands at each end of the handle as she tried her best to push the shining blade against the karate loving boy's pale exposed throat.

"Oh, well this looks familiar," she cooed with a cold look in her entrancing eyes as Zander breathed in a frantic manner in hopes of getting her off of him. "Where have I seen this before? Was it with Vega in that house the first night perhaps? Oh…that was so long ago I hardly remember!" she giggled while pushing it with even more strength causing Zander to take huge torturous breaths.

She killed Trina too? Oh God…She's fucking insane! I can't let her keep going like this! I have to kill her or else she'll do the same to me…she'll add me to her hit list, Zander thought in great worry as his eyes grew wide in horror; the banana curved blade nearly inches from his rain drenched throat. He felt the sharp metal graze his flesh making him almost tremble in fright until he thought about his skills. He can't forget them…especially when it came to knee kicks. Those were his specialty.

He immediately brought his knee up to Lucy's stomach making her groan in pain as he felt her grip on the sickle loosen and weaken. Perfect.

He grabbed the sickle's decorated handle and slammed the blunt end right into her well formed nose causing her to fly onto the grass on her back with pain yelps erupting from her throat. He watched as thick streams of gooey blood flew from her nostrils while she cupped her hands around it in hysteria. This was his chance!

He ran towards Lucy with the sickle in his tight grasp with a smirk on his face ready to strike her down with her own weapon. That is until he felt something pointy jab him right in his muscular thigh…it was Hardcore Stone's bright red heel. It was digging into his flesh as she kicked at his leg making him let out a cry of pain.

"Damn! Damn!" he hissed as he felt something warm come from the shoe caused wound and the lethal scythe like weapon fell from his slippery fingers. That was one sharp heel. He felt the sticky blood ooze from his thigh as he looked up from it with squinted eyes and exhausted breaths were pouring from his mouth. He saw her with the sickle in her own grasp once again causing him to clench his teeth in anger as she swung it forward.

Zander jumped back only having it slash his crimson red school tie causing the bottom half to tear off with the golden letters glistening as the lightning flashed from only a mile away. He fell onto his rear with a look of panic as he watched her trample over to him with the look of a horrific predator on her gorgeous face.

Shit she's…she's ruthless. Wait a minute? The three stomp foot routine…whenever you need to aim for the foot in dire circumstance! How did the master say it went again?! The black haired boy thought with his eyes glued to Lucy as she stood back up with her hands holding the smooth handle of her sickle. Stop thinking! Just focus Zander Robbins! Stevie would have killed you by now if she was watching…actually she is. She's probably cussing me out right now ha. I have to focus. I want it more…I want it a hell of a lot more.

With that he brought his foot up as if he were trying to block himself with it and brought it down with great force letting his heel ram right into the top of Lucy's cream colored foot. She let out a howling scream from the impact and felt him slam the sole of his shoe straight into her stomach making her fly back; her back roughly hitting against a jagged tree trunk. The chipped bark dug into her back making her hiss in response. Her satin shirt was probably ruined by now. Talk about a fashion disaster, but she had more important things to worry about.

The thunder screeched in fury and she could see a string of bright white lightning flying across the sky and landing into a spot on the island as she looked up with her hypnotic eyes squinting from the pouring rain drops. Instead of rain, however, she saw Zander towering over her with his wooden pole raised high with the tip pointed straight at her.

"What the hell!" she whispered in confusion as she saw the tip with a sharp end as it were a spear all of the sudden. Did he break it in half or something? Shit this karate fucker is more violent than I would have imagined…I like it, Lucy thought with a soothing tone in her head as she licked her lips free of rain and could taste her lipstick. She dug her hand into a puddle of mud and a heaping glob the sticky, disgusting stuff right into his face.

"What the f-" Zander was rudely cut off as he felt her shoe's tip kick him straight in the shin making him gasp from the sharp pain radiating in his bone. He fell to the ground whilst wiping the crusting mud from his face making him look like one of those weird tribal people from the movies he always loved watching. "Just getting stared," he chuckled as he got back up and thrusted the spears tip right for her face.

She spun around with panic around the tree causing the sharp deadly end of the stick to slam right into the tree's bark. He watched it with great irritation as Lucy appeared from behind the tree and grabbed the stick with her mud covered hands and pulled it straight from his grip. She smacked him in the chest with the blunt end so that he flew into the wall of the shack with a sharp breath flying from his mouth from the brutal impact.

The wood of the creaky little shack's wall cracked a bit due to the fact that it was already rotting and the rain slid down off the rooftop and into the soil all around Zander's exhausted form. The water poured onto the lily flowers blooming in the grass patches making Zander arch his brows out of sadness…lily flowers.

He looked over at Stevie's peaceful body that was lying in a bed of them and couldn't help but break out into a fit of sobs. She drew? Zander never knew that really…he only saw her do this once. Once after school one day. That was when he was sure…he was sure of something extremely important.

It was one afternoon in the gym after finished sparing with a fellow member of the kung fu club. It was quite challenging to say the least considering he was sparing with a junior and he was only in the seventh grade at the time. So obviously, he got his butt kicked but he still put up a real great fight on contrary.

After bowing to one another to show respect for their great duel, the junior student said his good byes to both Zander and their 'sensei' and left gym to go back home. Zander took a great gulp of refreshing water from his water bottle that glistened from the dim lights in the gym and took a few harsh breaths. "That was very enlightening sensei…I appreciate you letting me duel with an upperclassman."

"You did fantastic Zander…quite impressive for a member of your age and skill level…very well done," the jolly man beamed with a grin as he bowed to his student letting him speak his farewells and move off to the locker rooms to shower and head back on home.

"Good bye sir!" Zander spoke with a beaming smile with a towel around his neck that was glistening with drops of water from his shower. He headed out the double doors leading into the school courtyard that seemed to shine from the Spring Sun. Flowers were blooming in the gardens all around and the trees' light green leaves were shaking gently.

He loved the beauty of nature. It was a great gift…but he had to head home before his parents decided to restrict him from using the gym membership card he got just a few weeks ago to enhance his training. "Gotta head home…let's see…I can take the shortcut through the first floor hall to make it out the back doors. Yeah that's perfect."

Zander gleamed with his solid black tank top stuck to his skin as he entered the empty school hallways that seemed to be dead quiet except for the occasional echoing sound of a classroom door closing or a locker door slamming shut. It was Four o' clock in the afternoon after all and kids his age usually had better things to do than hang around school after hours. Except for one person that is.

He stopped walking throughout the shining hallways once he saw that the art room's lights were still on. Lane's gone though isn't he? Lane was one of his favorite teachers but he never knew he would stay after school for anything, but it wasn't Lane. It was someone completely different.

The fair skinned boy stood on the tips of his toes in order to peer into the glass window of the classroom door. He saw eight tables with five chairs each…fitting forty to forty-two kids in the class. Each table was equipped with exotic paints, sprawled out pencils with the tips dulled, papers of all kinds (construction to blank printer paper) and various paintbrushes of all sizes.

The sinks all around the room had heaping piles of paint tainted bowls and cups lying in them waiting to be washed due to their use for the long school day. The ceiling had their art projects from the beginning of the year ( A bunch of well crafted planes painted vibrant colors) dangling on thin nylon strings. The tile floor was splattered with paints and had chalk and pastel marks all over it, but that's what made this class so exciting.

At the table near the front of the class in one of the stools was a tan girl painting a picture on a canvas. Her leather and rubber bracelets dangled from her hefty yet flawless wrists as she brushed the paint onto the canvas in perfect strokes. Paints of all various colors were in numerous bowls on the table she was at as she dipped the tip of her brush into them every time she wanted a new color.

It was Stevie Baskara. The girl Zander has known for over a year now. Her auburn hair had slight curls in it as it fell over her bare shoulders and her pink and purple tank top made her look even more exuberant. It was after hours, so school uniform policy wasn't in effect at the moment. Her bright and beautiful chestnut eyes focused on her masterpiece and a warm, calm smile was on her face.

Zander couldn't help but stare at her beauty as she sat there on the light red stool looking absolutely breath taking. He didn't know what he liked about her. Was it her head strong way of living life, her gorgeous beauty, smart and witty personality, or maybe it was all three? He couldn't decide…all he knew was that she never looked more beautiful.

"The light caresses her perfectly," he whispered with a bashful smile as his pale white cheeks soon turned a shade of pink due to his heart beginning to flutter every time he looked at her. It wasn't long until he heard a voice speak up next to him making him jump in fright.

"She is a very pretty girl is she not?" the voice chuckled joyfully.

"What!? Huh?" Zander babbled senselessly only to spin around and see his master standing there in a comfy vest with a red tie tucked underneath while wearing a pair of khakis and some jet black dress shoes that shined in the sunlight seeping through the windows at the end of the hall.

"Did I scare you Zander? My apologies dear boy. Hmmm…I would have guessed a girl as colorful as Stevie would be interested in artistic outlets. How strange though…art and kung fu? What a strange combination indeed…yet they seem to fit together perfectly," his sensei, Mr. Powley, spoke with a wise voice as he gleamed in great glee.

"Huh? F-Fit? Together? N-No! Sensei I- That's um…she's just a friend," the pale, lean boy sputtered with a nervous grin on his face.

"Open your eyes Zander. Martial arts is simply one opening himself up to discipline. It exposes a human's true self to himself…it allows him to understand who he is. That's what I sense in you. I can see who you are just by your way of fighting Zander. It exposes who you really are."

"Sensei? Wait…you lost me," Zander whispered obviously lost as Stevie continued to stroke her paintbrush against her smooth canvas with a look of peace and gentleness on her face.

Mr. Powley merely laughed in fits of amusement before giving off a beaming grin. "Art does the same. It allows an individual to expose him or herself to not only themselves but to the world. You both are the same even though you seem to be quite different. You both have a passion for exposing yourselves…especially to each other am I correct?"

Zander pondered this for a quick moment before nodding in embarrassment. It was true. He knows more about Stevie than anyone in her family could ever dream of knowing and the same thing goes for him too. The secrets and things he's told her would be worthy of being placed in the New York Times…but they knew they could trust one another. They knew they could expose themselves to each other no matter what and be real and honest.

"I knew it…she's a very pretty girl Zander. Very pretty indeed," Mr Powell sighed with a serene grin as he looked inside the art room to catch a glimpse of the girl Zander had been staring at for the past ten minutes. "You have very good taste my boy. I honestly believe she'd be good for you indeed. Always keeping you on your toes I bet."

"Good for me? Sensei! I-I…We're just friends!"

"Just friends? Hm, last I checked friends didn't sit there and stare at the other for ten minutes straight with their eyes wide like puppy that's in love. I doubt you even need to be home Zander my boy. Were you just getting out early to stare at Ms. Baskara?" he teased with a grin as he tucked his hands into the depths of his pockets.

"No I-I just um-"

"Don't let me intrude then Zander…again she would be good for you," his teacher chuckled lightly before heading down the hall to the back exit doors. Zander gawked at him with his heart beating wildly until he slowly returned his gaze over to the classroom door's window. He knew it was creepy to crush on her like this and stare at her from afar, but what else could he do? He couldn't get her flowers and expose his true feelings to her. No…this was the one thing he could never expose to Stevie. What if it ruined their friendship?

"Would she be good for me?" Zander whispered to himself as he took in the sight of Stevie's alluring form once again. Her picture finally finished…she placed it upon the rack by the sinks to dry. A beautifully painted lily flower was proudly being shown on the canvas…a simple yet gorgeous lily is all she painted that day. Her favorite flower. The flower that stood for how breath taking Stevie was to Zander. "Yeah…she would be. I'll be worthy of her one day soon. I know I will be."

The rain felt like sharp missiles the way they hit his flesh as he continued staring at those few lilies standing around his feet near the wooden shack. "I'll be worthy of her…she'll be good for me."

Zander felt his eyes slowly closing and opening as he spoke these things quietly with a faint whisper as Lucy began to look over at him with great impatience as if she were waiting for him to make a move. He had to fight for her…he exposed everything to her except his true feelings. They both were different yet they trusted each other with everything except when it came to how he felt for her.

She was misunderstood. She had absolutely no one to turn to. She only had him and he chose to bottle up the things she wanted to hear during her last few moments with him.

"Did you ever wonder…whether or not…we could ever be something more? Ya k-know? More than friends?"

She had those feelings as well. They both had them locked up tight yet they couldn't find the courage to expose them to each other. Zander sat there on the ground with a look of fierce determination as he looked at his precious friend…his precious love. His heart raced at a rapid pace as he spotted Lucy running towards him with her sickle held high above her head after she retrieved it while Zander was reminiscing.

"Damn you!" he screamed in great anger as she leapt towards him with her eyes narrowed at him. He grabbed her arms as she began to swing the weapon down and threw her over his head and against the wall as she toppled over him. Her body crashed through the rotting wood causing dust and dirt to fly into the damp air making them both cough horribly. Lucy was covered in dust and her red and black hair was tossed all about as she laid there on the floorboards.

Zander glared at her as she coughed intensely and he leapt into the shed through the gaping hole made from her entrance. He jumped onto her back with his knees pressing into her while wrapping arms around her neck like a chokehold. He tightened his hold around her causing her to gasp and cough in response. Her breaths started to become wheezy as she tried to stand up but Zander still kept her tightly restricted in his arms as she did so.

The rain continued to beat against the roof covering them and the sound of thunder filled their ears as the battle continued. The murdering temptress took hold of his lanky arms and began to pull excessively to get him off, but to no avail it didn't do anything. Zander was stronger than he seemed. He then rammed her into a series of rotting shelves that seemed to be holding various tools and supplies as well as paints for houses and things. The shelves collapsed and everything fell onto them making the paint buckets splash all over them making them look as if they volunteered to be canvases for a bunch a deranged artists.

Lucy almost screamed as orange paint splattered onto her face and into one of her eyes making it sting horribly. Zander received a nice wave of green and purple liquid that splashed against his cheek and some light blue drenched the entire side of his school shirt and dress pants. A chorus of screams filled the shack Lucy hobbled to her feet in order to try and escape, but she tripped over a lawnmower sitting near the gaping hole of the shack. A shocked shriek left her moist, soft lips as she fell forward with one of her hands still covering one of her stinging eyes.

Zander stabled himself as he got back onto his feet feeling something warm and sticky flow down the side of his face. Was it his wound on the right side of his forehead…no it wasn't. It was a deep gash made in his flushed cheek due to the splintering wood from the shelving that fell onto him along with all those other tools. He felt his cheek gush with crimson red blood as he staggered forward but felt his ankle being grabbed spontaneously.

It made him trip into the hole made from their epic brawl and he felt his arms dangling out as the rotting, sickening wood creaked from the sudden impact. Lucy's fingers were wrapped around his pale ankle as she stood up like a drunk trying to regain balance and felt the disgusting paint on her face and wiped it off with an annoyed frown. "So fucking gross," she scowled while shaking her hand so that the excess globs of orange splattered onto the floors underneath her.

She leaned over Zander and spotted her sickle lying right in front of him; the blade gleaming and reflecting the gloomy and darkened skies. As she tried to get through the gaping exit, Zander immediately elbowed her in the stomach making her grunt in pain as well as in frustration and she stumbled backwards until she fell into a puddle of bright yellow house paint making it stain her leather pants.

"Surprise you murdering devil…hope you enjoyed the paint job," Zander chuckled with his breaths leaving his dry throat at a slow rate. Thick drops of purple paint were dripping from the side of his face as he tried to wiggle out from the shack. The drops were being washed away as he did so but they still stuck to his skin and made him look like a circus clown gone wrong.

He finally fell from the gaping hole and rose himself up to catch a glimpse of the sickle that was only a foot away from him. It wasn't a gun but it would surely do for now. "Yes…get it done. Feel the moment just like sensei always says. Feel and prosper from what is given to you…I want it. I want it so much more. Not for me or for this game…but for her. For Steive!" he laughed in joy as dark red blood trickled from his lips and he felt his dress pants begin to stick to his damp thighs thanks to the wound he got from Lucy's heel. He stretched his hand out with a joyful grin in order to retrieve the sickle…until he felt someone stomp on his back from above. He felt that same heel digging into the muscles on his back and man did it hurt.

He felt his hair being tugged as Lucy emerged from the ruined shack with her fingers tangled in Zander's locks of soft and damp hair. He groaned and gasped from the pain as she knelt down beside him with a look of satisfaction on her bloody face that seemed to be painted with orange by a first grader. Her hair was clumped and sticky thanks to the various liquids, but as long as she claimed the grand prize…she wasn't complaining.

"Look what you did to my outfit Robbins…how rude of you," she cooed sweetly into his ear as he continued to moan in absolute torture from all the pain. She roughly hoisted him up by his ebony black hair and tossed him violently towards a leaning oak tree that seemed to have Stevie lying underneath it. He went tumbling towards it with his eyes shut tight from all the pain and his teeth were barred in fury from how this girl still hasn't given up.

He finally ceased rolling and slammed against the tree with his fingers feeling the lush grass and pretty lily flowers around him as he lay on his stomach. He was becoming overtired, almost fatigued from how much he'd endured from being on this island. He saw the purple lily flowers around him dance in the wind and as he looked over with half closed eyes, he saw the still body of Stevie lying there with a peaceful look on her face.

"P-Precious…I…you meant everything t-to me," Zander whispered lowly trying to bring a smile onto his agonizing face as the painful sensations coursed through him.

"Here you go bro."

"Stevie…How…how did you?" Zander seemed flabbergasted by the gift. His face lightened at the sight of it. A set of brand new Muay Thai boxing gloves. He's been wanting these ever since he was ten years old and could make a proper fist.

"I was able to finally get them last week. That's why I wanted to make sure you were gonna be here," she smiled at how happy he became.

"I got you something too Steves," Zander replied with a joyous tone.

"Me? You got me something?" Stevie started to point her ring finger violently at her chest.

"Of course, today's a special day," Zander acknowledged her with a grin as he pulled out something blue and soft from his backpack. "A brand new beanie," he beamed, holding it out to her.

"No Way!" she shrieked, snatching it from the boy's hands. She immediately tried it on and fell in love with it. "Zander! You got me the-."

"I know, I'm awesome," Zander smirked while folding his arms. Stevie's expressions quickly changed to a death glare.

"Don't get too full of yourself," she sternly said. Zander shrank away from her and put the gloves in his backpack. "I might just wear this throughout the entire trip though," Stevie laughed as she pulled the beanie down in front of her eyes chuckling. It's as if she could just changed her emotions like changing her clothes. It scared him, but at the same time, made him smile.

"I-I…I…Stevie I miss you. S-So much…I wish you could be here to help me right now…I-I really do," he began to feel tears well up in his eyes as he felt all the hopelessness fill his entire soul. He was done for…what now? Lucy probably had her horrid scythe by now and she was walking straight over to him. Zander felt the hot tears in his brown eyes roll into the soil.

"Look at the crybaby!"

He heard Simon's twelve year old voice cry in his head causing him to slowly open his eyes with a few confused whimpers leaving his lips as he heard this. "Huh?" It was the same thing he heard at the park all those years ago…

"Lookit him!"

Zander almost felt rage build inside him as he thought back to that fateful day at the park. The rain pouring down onto the simple quiet park as the playground beamed with joy. The day he was walking home and Simon cornered him there and broke his action figure…

His eyes filled with hot tears as he began to feel just like he did on that day. Hopeless and scared. That is until he heard another yet more familiar voice begin to scold him mercilessly.

"Hey! Zander!"

The crying boy felt his spirits lift once he heard that demanding yet beautiful sound. "Stevie?" he whispered as he listened to her strong voice from that day.

"Stop. Stop crying would ya? Boys do not cry! You gotta be tough! Be strong…stop being a crybaby Zander Robbins,"

"A crybaby? Stevie I-"

"You've got to be kidding me Zander! After all these years…still the same damn kid I met on the first day of school. The same crybaby I saw at the park. I mean seriously!?"

"Y-You're right Stevie…I am being a wimp. I'm being a crybaby like before. It's time…t-time to man up! Time to be the warrior I promised I was going to be!"

"Is…she in our class? L-lucky girl. I bet…I bet she'll be happy to have you Zander," she whispered to him quietly.

"No…it was you. You were that lucky girl Stevie…I just didn't have the guts tell you that when you needed to hear it the most," he softly spoke while looking around him with pained breaths as he heard Lucy's blood red heels pressing into the soil like torturous footsteps.

It wasn't long until she finally reached him with her sickle tightly stuck in her grasp. She smiled sweetly at his pathetic form as he continued to lie in the grass as if he had nothing else to fight for. She only giggled quietly before raising her creamy arms until her gleaming blade was held high above her head; ready to be brought down at full force to kill her next victim.

"I don't think so Lucy," Zander mumbled with his hands grasping something in quick haste as he tried his very best to turn around. He was suffering horribly from fatigue due to all the fighting and running he had to endure for the past few days, but he still had to keep on resisting no matter what.

"Ah…so the ninja turtle still has some kick left in him. I must say I'm pretty glad…I mean what fun would it be if you didn't?" she giggled while placing her polished fingernail over her bottom lip.

Zander didn't respond. All he did was lift up his arm with a deadly gun gripped in his blood and paint covered hand. The gun that belonged to Kirby…the one in her purse. It must've been knocked off the branch due to the strong winds and landed in the grass right near Stevie's corpse. Lucky for him obviously. As for Lucy…

"Where the hell did you get that!?" she gasped in utter shock as she stared at the cold metal magnum that still had a few bullets left in it.

"What does it matter?" he laughed with a victorious smile on his face causing Lucy to growl at him in displeasure. "All that counts is that I've got the gun and you don't Lucy. Talk about fate…it's what I was taught in kung fu. Feel the moment and go with the path you are given. I did that and guess what happened? I got the gun."

"Oh Shut up with your kung fu mumbo jumbo crap Robbins," she retorted with her eyes glazed with pure hatred as he looked up at her and grinned peacefully.

"You mean the crap that got me this nice piece of metal and earned me the victory? That mumbo jumbo crap? Hm, I don't think so. I will however…get you to shut up," he cocked the gun straight at her chest causing her eyes to dim with panic. "F-Forever…can you say dead meat Lucy?"

With that, he pulled the trigger immediately as she began to swing her sickle's shining tip down at him. The roaring gunshot blended in with the overcast thunder blasts and the streaks of lightning created beautiful patterns in the sky as he watched Lucy's body fly backwards with a look of anguish on her face.

Her mouth becoming a gap as she hit the ground making a splash as she landed right into a puddle causing Zander to sigh with a look of overwhelming joy on his face. He stared at Lucy's motionless body as if it were about to make an unexpected rebound like in those repetitive horror movies, but this wasn't anything like those films. He dropped his trembling, pale hand holding the slippery metal gun making it fall to his side and he beamed up at the rain falling from the heavens above.

"D-Did it…I-I…got Lucy. I did it…g-got her g-good. I did it Stevie…avenged you. Felt the moment and made it ours..." Zander whispered peacefully with a content grin on his face as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath of the moist yet damp air as if it were the best scent on the Earth. The broken batman figure flashed right before his eyes making him smile even wider…Stevie's twelve year old self standing there with her umbrella giving a proud smile.

"I did it…n-no more crybaby Stevie I…I did it. I told you. I told you I'd be the warrior I said I'd become. Samurai just like in your drawing," he mused with a grin before opening his deep brown eyes as the rain splashed against bruised and cut face lightly. "You still don't know do you? Still don't know why I-I care for you so much do you Stevie?"

Zander raised himself onto his brittle knees as the winds thrashed about the forests making the rain spray in every direction. Zander leaned over Stevie's resting body with a beaming smile as he felt tears come to his eyes as he did so; his backpack sitting nearly a foot away from them. He reached over her to get it and zipped it open with a calm smile as blood stained his cheeks and forehead and his wounds began to slowly bring down the bleeding.

He searched through it a bit before grinning like an overjoyed fool. He found the boxing gloves Stevie got him before the trip…the ones he's been wanting for the longest time. "It was you…always you. I always had to be afraid though huh? I was always being the same kid you knew at the park that day. But that still doesn't change the fact that I care so much for you…I always looked at you while you were in art after school. Heck, I looked at you in class all the time. I guess I just couldn't bring myself to admit how happy being around you made me. How being with you made me feel like everything would fall right into place."

Zander brushed his thumb over Stevie's tan cheek, but forgot that he still had wet paint coated onto his fingers…leaving a streak of violet purple paint on her cheek. The same color she used to paint her flowers in art. "I love you so much Stevie. Not like a friend okay…I mean I don't understand what it's supposed to feel like, but I'm willing to find out in the future when we're together again. I won't even touch any other girl until then," he joked with a joyous smile as a few of his tears fell onto her face.

He looked back into his bag and pulled out the drawing she made of him and felt his heart break from looking at it. He kept for all this time in his backpack…it meant so much to him. It showed him as a strong Samurai with children all around him while saying with a beaming face, 'I've done it! I'm now the strongest warrior anyone has ever known! I did it!'

"Stevie!" Zander cried from the rain drenched sidewalk while at the park. "When I graduate…I'm gonna be the toughest guy out there! Yeah, I'm gonna know it all," the small boy radiated with determination and Stevie could feel it.

"Okay. Looking forward to it!" was all she responded with as the rain continued to pat down on her umbrella.

"I am Stevie…I'm finally the toughest warrior. I did it all for you. You had so much faith in me…all for you. All for-"

POP!

An ear ringing gunshot filled the air almost making Zander jump in his spot. His head felt as if it had been crushed by a ton weighing tractor as he stared down at Stevie's body. His eyes were still squinted in peace as he smiled down at her calmly; his eyes beginning to emit a few sad tears as he began to fall to the side. Even a few streaming drops of blood began to roll from his eyes as well like tears as he fell to the side.

His head slammed into the moist soil of the ground and he could feel the rain hitting the side of his uninjured head. The opposite side had huge gaping hole in it with blood flowing out like a river as well as grayish pink matter. "O-Oh…" he squeaked still with the same grin on his face as he looked over at Stevie's peaceful corpse as everything began to fade in and out as if he were blinking extremely slow.

His sticky river of blood pooled around his head as he beamed in joy…he couldn't stop smiling for some strange reason.

Zander's POV

Shot? I was…how was I shot? What's happening? I feel my head ache horribly as if I'm suffering from some massive head ache. I've never had one this bad before. I've never…I don't get it.

I wish I could have told her sooner before all of this had to happen…I wish my parents didn't have to go through all of this pain by themselves. I had a championship next week too…I was going to be an all time…champ when…it came to MMA fighting. My huge dream…MMA. I always dreamt of dueling with all the top name fighters in the country, even in the world if I get enough publicity.

If I don't though, that's okay…it was a great experience. It taught me so much. Too much actually. I feel my vision blur and go dark and back to normal every few seconds and it's starting to drive me crazy. Oh well…nothing I can do about it right?

It showed me something I've been missing my whole life…a girl I've known for years, but as always I always have to wimp out. So lame when it counts…everyone thinks I'm a soft shy boy from down the street. No one ever takes me seriously, but even when they do I act stupid. Only Stevie understood me. She understood how I worked and ticked…only she did.

"I believe in you okay? I know you'll keep your promise and show me…show me how big of a warrior you'll be after we graduate," she giggles with a wide grin before reaching over the smooth surface of the table to grasp my hand. "I have faith in you Zander."

I did…I became the warrior but I still failed Steves. I can't believe this…I can't believe this at all. I try and wriggle my way over to her body's side. I need to be close to her even if it is just her body…I just need her here with me. Blood is trailing behind me with thick lumps lying in the scarlet liquid.

"Hey!" a confident voice called from down the hall. It sounded so demanding yet friendly if that was even possible. "Why are you all alone?"

"I just…I don't want anyone to see me eating alone. You know how people eat alone because they're losers," I whispered in shame as he felt tears sting the domes of my eyes making Stevie sigh in disappointment.

"I don't think you're a loser dude. I actually think you're pretty cool…except for when you cry like a little baby," the tough girl teased.

Just like you Stevie…not a warrior. Still a crybaby sometimes but that's okay right? Just like sensei said, 'Expose yourself' and look! I did now…I did and I've never felt better.

I look right over at my hand that's lying at my side and can still see the samurai picture labeled 'Samurai Zander!'

"Stevie!" I cried from the rain drenched sidewalk while at the park. "When I graduate…I'm gonna be the toughest guy out there! Yeah, I'm gonna know it all," the small boy radiated with determination and Stevie could feel it.

"Okay. Looking forward to it!" was all she responded with as the rain continued to pat down on her umbrella.

Stevie…I did turn into quite the stud didn't I. Your prediction was s-spot on wasn't it? Can't believe I waited so long. Just the same old kid at the park…same o-old k-kid. I slowly look up with a tremendous feeling of pain throbbing in my head as warm, sticky red stuff begins to slosh around my curly head. However, just as I look up I see a gun's barrel pointed straight at me. I look into the dark depths of it with a beaming smile…do it. I don't need this anymore. I raise my madly spastic right arm hoping that someone will take it…hoping that anyone will help me.

Instead, I receive another shot to the forehead causing dark red blood to burst from my head and feel my arm fall back down to the left…it hurts so badly. I don't get it. Why is this happening? J-Just like…just like Stevie…I died j-just like her.

I fell my arm fall over her chest as if I'm holding her close to me and my head slowly falls to the side making my eyes take her in. A few seconds go by and soon, everything fades into black. No more crybaby…no more fear.

A-All for you Stevie…

Boy # 11: Zander Robbins (Eliminated)

7 Students Remaining


I feel so upset for killing Zander off...but at least he got to be with Stevie ;( Don't hate for it though. Hmm...I wonder what will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! And if you want, refer this story to anyone you may know!