Battle Royale: America
Disclaimer: I do not own Battle Royale, and of the fifty students, only three (Joseph Freed, Jimmy Manteiv and Sarah Anderson) belong to me. The others belong to Geozo, Ode to Crayola, Evil Death Bee, -stefh, d4nce4m01, Helenski, coveredincake, Vibrating Piggies, Dingbat, Trillium, Lint, adamwebb175, Tyrante, Nagikirima, saintsmythe, Ernie, Yue Lai and ph3r. I am too lazy to say who made who right now.
Note: The high school is named after Don Knotts, who passed away last weekend. A sad day for comedy. And the museum was just given a random name.
Warning: This story contains excessive violence, blood and gore, strong language and mild sexual situations.
Chapter 0
Two High School students, a boy and a girl, were standing on a beach. The sky was cloudy, but there was no rain. The girl held in her hands two pistols, and the boy had a small knife. The girl's shirt was torn and covered in blood belonging to her and various others. The boy was panicking as his friend went crazy.
"Hey, don't you remember me? Come on, don't be like this! Please!"
But she was not listening. Instead of seeing her friend, she saw a monster. "Get the fuck away from me!" She held the guns in front of her and fired. He fell backwards to the ground with a 'thud'.
Moments later, a man's voice boomed across the sky. It told her to stay put until they came for her.
About twenty minutes later, a short, stocky man with a mustache walked onto the beach with several soldiers in camo uniforms following him.
She wanted to see human beings, she really did. But she just couldn't. Now, a group of monsters was walking down the hill. "Leave me alone!" She opened fire. She hit one of the lesser monsters in the head.
"Damn," said the stocky man. The soldiers opened fire on the girl. She fell over on the ground, writhing in pain. One soldier shot her in the head several times, to ease her pain. "Shame," said the man. "She would have done well." The soldiers picked up their fallen comrade and walked away.
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On Tuesday, March first, 2010, Don Knotts High School, located in Washington State, announced a study trip to the Lamington Scientific Museum in Seattle. Going was completely voluntary, but many parents have forced their kids to go, since the trip would count as extra credit.
This would explain why half the students on the bus were either meathead bullies or sulky emo kids. High School Junior Geoffrey Marks almost felt like he was the only normal kid there, but he knew that was a lie. He wasn't normal at all. His cargo jacket was covered in the most random things, like glowsticks and such, and he even had a lockpick in his overnight bag.
It was two thirty in the afternoon on Friday the fourth, and the bus had just taken off. There were three busses, each one containing about fifty students.
Geoffrey had a window seat in the first row. He was sitting next to the Flatt brothers, Steven, a Junior as well, who was overly interested in the occult, and Sidney, a Sophomore, who was much more outgoing than his older brother. Geoffrey had gone paintballing with him once, but they never really hung out all that much.
He looked around the bus. Phillip Jones, or PJ, as he likes to be called, was currently talking about sports with his friend Eric McMurphy. PJ was a Senior, and he was the school bully back when they were Elementary School students, and he still was. Now he was captain of the football team. Go figure. Eric was also on the football team, but Geoffrey did not know what he was, exactly. A linebacker, maybe? Both of them were cocky meatheads.
He saw his girlfriend, Laura Breece. She was in the back row, chatting with her friend, Lucielle Rozalia Claennis. Laura was a year ahead of Geoffrey, and Lucielle a year behind him. Sitting next to them, in the aisle seat, was Freshman Juniper Moon, who was chatting across the aisle to her friend Stephanie Rufh, also a Freshman.
And sitting next to Stephanie was Manu Yanni. He was a strange one. A loner. He had no friends, and kept to himself. Never even tried to get along with anyone. He was a Freshman, but he sure as hell didn't look it. He must have failed multiple times.
He also saw his best friend Justin "Waffles" Davis. He was a Sophomore with a seemingly endless pornography supply.
He didn't recognize most of the others. He has seen them in the hall, but he did not have any classes with them. It was a pretty big school, so it was entirely possible.
Actually, as he looked around, he noticed that he was one of the only people on the bus not currently occupied. Everybody else was talking, reading, listening to their mp3 players or playing a video game. He decided to go to sleep. Nothing else to do for the next four hours.
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The last thing that he remembers seeing before drifting off to sleep was the bus driver picking up his cell phone. He didn't say anything. He just shut the phone off, and turned.
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An hour or so later, Geoffrey woke up. He looked around. All of the other students were sleeping as well. He didn't feel that tired, but for some reason, his body decided that sleep was a good idea.
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A short, stocky man, along with three soldiers in camo uniforms, walked onto the bus. They put silver collars on the fifty students, and carried them and their backpacks off the bus, one by one.
50 Students Remaining