This is pure Fiction and is about what could of happend
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It was only half an hour ago that they had been told that it was "kill or be
killed little warriors" the moment they had left the school with there
packs and bags they all had a thought of death and dread. Yoshitoki and
Shuya had been running for ages. They had finally stopped and they
opened a their packs and took out a bottle of water and they passed it
back and fourth drinking and then Yoshitoki asked "what you get you
know for a weapon?" "What" said Shuya "oh a field knife" as he took it
out and showed it to Yoshitoki the Shuya asked "then what you get?"
"This" he replied he reached into his pack. It was a revolver with a small
pipe "okay then" said Shuya "your going in front" "no no no" Yoshitoki
Replied "why not" said Shuya "I'm really scared could you go in front
Shuya" "okay then" he replied "give me the gun and you can use the
Knife" as he held the knife out to Yoshitoki and Yoshitoki said "no way
I'm holding on to it" "okay" said Shuya as they started to walk but then
Yoshitoki started to think "only one survives" there was no way to get the
collars off and then he thought how much could trust him . No matter
what he thought the words "I want to live". As he raised the gun to
Shuya's back and fired. And as it smashed into his heart the bullet span it
forced blood out of his back and it dribbled out of his mouth. With his last breath he said " why " and
Yoshitoki replied " only one survives" as Shuya closed his eyes and died
at the hands at someone he had known most of his life. They were nearly
brothers as Yoshitoki walked off he whispered "no more baron gong no
more"