Sorry I didn't update since forever but this is a extremely hard story to writhe, cause I have tob e very creative with the layers.
Disclaim: I don't own anything of OUATIM and I don't own the idea of Battle Royal. It's a movie, already made… not mine… damn!
Warning: I didn't let someone beta, cause I wanted to update soon… and It's late and I'm tired… and owh I'll shut up….
Rules of the next round)
"Morning Gentleman." A angelic voice cheered.
El's eye's shot open and he pushed himself up. Dizzy and nauseous he walked throw the iron room. It took some time to get his vision clear. He blinked and starred at the man beside him. 'Why am I still in this cell?' He scratched his neck and touched cold metal. It was a collar with one small light in the middle, going on, off, on, off. 'What the….!"
"Señor, can I have you're attention please?"
El turned around and saw a large screen on the wall. A nice looking women looked down on him. She smiled and a row white teeth got visible. "Nice to see you're listening señor." She was defiantly Mexican. Not only her heavy accents gave her away. Her hair was black and curly. Her eye's where dark brown and sparkly. Lips full and red. She reminded him a little of Carolina.
"It might be smart if you woke the other señor." She said smiling. "The information I will give you in a moment will be extremely important to play The Game."
'She's in it.' El realised bitter. He didn't though he would ever think this, but he wanted to kill that women.
She rose a eyebrow. "Señor you should know I have a certain amount of time. You better hurry up, else you don't know the rules of The Game." The way she smiled then made El shiver. "And you don't want that…"
He shot daggers at her then kneeled down. "Sands!" He hissed, shaking the man not so gently. "Wake up!" A fist hit him in the face before he could react.
"Don't touch me fucker!" Sands snapped while he rubbed his jaw. "And why did you wake me up!"
"Because, gringo, someone is about to tell use what 'the rules' of 'The Game' are. And it might be important if you want to stay alive, so wake up, open you're ears and listen!" All this snappy information seemed to wake up Sands. They both looked up.
"Good." Again the women smiled. "Now you're both awake, I'm going to tell you the rules of the next layer. Please don't speak while I'm speaking. You got one change to listen, if not, you won't know the rules and you get disqualified."
Sands already opened his mouth to make a remark but El poked him hard between the ribs.
"You both made it to Layer two. This Layer called Battle Royal. Within a hour you will get you're weapons, just like the rest of the players. After you got you're weapons the doors opened and you will, and have to, go into the labyrinth. There you have to find a way to the next Layer. There will only be two people to make it to the next Layer. More people will get killed… sooner or later. You have to work with you're team-mate to survive. As you already know you both got a collar. The collar register you're heartbeat. If that stops both collars will get trigger and electrocution will be you're death."
Sands as El looked at each other, both in disgust realising they had to work together. And both shocked by the twisted rules to force them to play The Game.
The women on the screen started to smile again. "And last piece of information. Everyone in Layer two has a weapon. Every weapon as a strong and weak point. If you eliminated one of the teams you can use there weapons. But once again, very weapons has a strong and weak point…"The women waved cheery and the screen went to black.
El could only stare at the dark screen. Nothing seemed to make sense. Why would anyone make a game like this! What was the big purpose behind it? Everything about The Game made him dead cold. Everything he was about to do could get him killed. And if Sands made one mistake it would be also his end. He let himself slide down to the ground. This was to much.
The same thought must have popped into Sands head. "El, this would be the biggest mess I ever got myself into… except maybe the getting blind part…"
El's eye's narrowed. "Why are you still playing a childish game Sands! Where about to get killed and you just keep acting like you can't see."
The man across him started to laugh. It sounded a bit like the laugh of the women, something in it made him shiver. "Damn it El, something you're stupidity surprises me… I thought whole Mexico had heard already about my little 'disagreement' with Barillo." The agent looked up and slowly removed his glasses.
El starred, impossible to say anything. He swallowed dryly and let out a soft yelp. Agent Sands, the man who seemed to slippery to get thought, lost his eye's. The only thing left where two dark holes and scare tissue. It was horrible to look at.
"Good, now we solved that little disagreement." Sands said, putting his glasses back on. "Back to bushiness. First never talk about," he pointed at the glasses, "that again. And let's discuss what where about to do. I'm not in the mood to sit here and worry my ass off."
El's mouth hung still half open. 'How could his voice be so cold and uncaring? He lost his EYE'S!'
"El, you're still with me ore did the sight of the real me scare you so shitless you already died? If so, thanks for nothing fuckwit!"
"Sands how-" He started but got cut off.
"-I said never talk about that again." His tone was demanding determent. "Now what are we going to do in the next round, or Layer like that bitch called it?"
Right then a sniper dropped down on the floor just like a large piece of thick plastic with two drop-handles on the sides. El waited a second, not knowing what to except then grabbed the sniper and the thick piece of plastic.
"What is it El?" Sands questioned.
El examined the piece of plastic. It was about three feet high and very strong, no doubt. "It's a shield." He picked up the sniper. "And a sniper." His hope lightened up. He was good ad shooting. But quickly his hope died. "With one bullet."
Sands cursed and kicked against the nearest wall. El sat down feeling low. 'Who know how many other players there are! What am I going to do with one bullet, a piece of plastic and a blind cocky ex-CIA agent?'
Right then a siren shrieked throw the room.
"ONE HOUR UNTIL LAYER TWO!"
It's short I know that. But it's really hard to writhe. But don't worry next chap won't take to long I have a idea what's going to happen next.
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