BATTLE ROYAL
(Based on an idea by Asian Extreme, the creators of Japanese version of The Ring.)
By MJM*Mudblood
CHAPTER THREE - Death Two
Ace Ventura stopped in the nearest bush he could. He threw his bag down a open the zip slowly, taking off his shades as he did. This was serious. Life or death. No time for fun and games on this one. Slowly he pulled the stuff out of his bag. A bottle of water and map, a compass, a ready packed meal and pen knife. His weapon was a pen knife ? Ace stood up as he heard voices but sat back down immediately. It was one of the guys from the room. He was talking to himself.
"I think you should let me deal with this one Charlie boy." The man said as he pulled the Axe from out of his bag. "No way Hank," The man replied answering to himself. "We are not killing anyone." And then the man was gone. Ace stared down at his map. There was a dock a couple of miles west. Maybe he could find a boat and get off the island. But then there was still the matter of the collar. He stared into the darkness for a moment before setting off. At least if he headed for the docks he was doing something he decided as he marched off.
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"A saucepan lid." Bruce Nolan muttered to himself as he marched into the darkness. It was 9:30 by his watch and it was already dark. "Well thank you GOD !" He yelled into the silent wild life. "That's just my luck." Bruce rubbed his head slowly slid down a tree until he was at down. He slowly moved the prayer beads through his hand and stared up into the sky. "I'm gonna need your help buddy." He said before lying down on his back. Maybe if he laid low for the night he'd make it till morning he told himself. But he couldn't sleep. And wouldn't for the rest of the day.
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The Riddler smiled at his weapon. A handgun. He had been following the green beast for hours and he would be his first kill. The Grinch marched forward. His pitch fork in hand.
"This'll be a breeze," he told himself, "I'll kill them one by one. And then by the end of the night be left, by Jove this will be fun." The Grinch paused. He was rhyming again. But he wouldn't for long because at that moment there was a bang and he dropped to the floor. Blood gushing from his head. The Riddler Smiled. This completion would be a piece of cake.
(Based on an idea by Asian Extreme, the creators of Japanese version of The Ring.)
By MJM*Mudblood
CHAPTER THREE - Death Two
Ace Ventura stopped in the nearest bush he could. He threw his bag down a open the zip slowly, taking off his shades as he did. This was serious. Life or death. No time for fun and games on this one. Slowly he pulled the stuff out of his bag. A bottle of water and map, a compass, a ready packed meal and pen knife. His weapon was a pen knife ? Ace stood up as he heard voices but sat back down immediately. It was one of the guys from the room. He was talking to himself.
"I think you should let me deal with this one Charlie boy." The man said as he pulled the Axe from out of his bag. "No way Hank," The man replied answering to himself. "We are not killing anyone." And then the man was gone. Ace stared down at his map. There was a dock a couple of miles west. Maybe he could find a boat and get off the island. But then there was still the matter of the collar. He stared into the darkness for a moment before setting off. At least if he headed for the docks he was doing something he decided as he marched off.
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"A saucepan lid." Bruce Nolan muttered to himself as he marched into the darkness. It was 9:30 by his watch and it was already dark. "Well thank you GOD !" He yelled into the silent wild life. "That's just my luck." Bruce rubbed his head slowly slid down a tree until he was at down. He slowly moved the prayer beads through his hand and stared up into the sky. "I'm gonna need your help buddy." He said before lying down on his back. Maybe if he laid low for the night he'd make it till morning he told himself. But he couldn't sleep. And wouldn't for the rest of the day.
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The Riddler smiled at his weapon. A handgun. He had been following the green beast for hours and he would be his first kill. The Grinch marched forward. His pitch fork in hand.
"This'll be a breeze," he told himself, "I'll kill them one by one. And then by the end of the night be left, by Jove this will be fun." The Grinch paused. He was rhyming again. But he wouldn't for long because at that moment there was a bang and he dropped to the floor. Blood gushing from his head. The Riddler Smiled. This completion would be a piece of cake.
