Okay, here you go. Sorry I was so long but forgot all about this story because I was working on a small video with my mates. It's very… odd to see. So here you go! If you have a idea or want to just randomly come out with who you want to die and how, you can. You can also review me if you see spelling mistakes you think I should brush up on (I'm bad at spelling but trying) or even if you just want to flame me with how crap you think my story is. I can take it so go for it!
Her eyes slowly opened as she gave a sudden moan from the throbbing pain that was hitting her head. She slowly raised her hand to shield her face from the light and began to roll over on to her back. She then felt a push to her arm and tried to ignore it but it started to turn into a shake so she jumped up and facing up right.
"what!" she yelled a little to loud and then saw a female right next to her looking startled.
She had long, dark drown hair and a black blazer over a Gun's and Roses T-shirt and that was when it hit her.
"HELEN! What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" She said hissing at the tall teen.
"bedroom? So that's where we are!" Helen replied looking relieved. "it's okay guys! We're in Em's bedroom!" Helen shouted, facing the opposite way as Emma heard moans and 'shut up you dick!' shouting back from where Helen was facing.
Emma quickly looked round Helen and saw that she wasn't in her bed room like she had thought but was instead, in a large room that held nothing but a large number of teens, a single chair and a black board. She recognized the teens as people from her school and then all attention went back to Helen.
"we didn't make it back from clubbing did we?" she said simply.
"hell no!" a squeaky male voice said from behind making Emma jumped slightly. "you we're totally out by the end of the night!" he said smiling stupidly.
"that would explain the head ache," Emma said rubbing her head.
"yeah! We saw a squirrel on the way and you tried kicking me after I called it Skippy," Helen came out with as Emma raised a eye brow. "and I found this goo ball!" Helen said holding a blue ball up so Emma could see it.
"or the head ache could all be your doing," Emma said standing up. "again," she added once up.
Emma walked along the room, being followed by Helen and the short teen. Emma then turned round and eyed them. "why are you following me?" she asked harshly.
"I was the first to wake and no one wants to talk to me… plus Ratty here is annoying me!" Helen moaned.
"my names not Ratty! It's DANIEL!" the small male yelled as they looked at him.
"what ever Ratty," Helen said looking down at him then back at Emma.
The door's suddenly opened reviling a tall, lanky man with a shabby old brown coat on. He had a stupid grin on his face as everyone in the room looked at him.
"Mr. Wise?" a female said from behind as she looked at the man slightly confused.
She was in a long brown coat with a fury collar. She also had light blue jeans and a set of boots that matched her coat.
"that is right Heather!" he said happily. "it is me! Your art teacher! He said and then laughed manacling as everyone stared at him.
There was a pauses as everyone tried to think of what was happening.
"Mr. Wise!" Helen suddenly came out with as all eyes turned on her.
"shut up you dick," a boy who had black skin and black hair said smacking Helen round the back of the head. He was wearing all track suit.
"thank you Michel. I will make sure you get a good weapon," Mr. Wise said as Michel carried on grinning till he realised what was said.
"wait, what! Weapon?" he repeated confused.
"that is right! Weapon!" he said pleased. "young ladies and gentle men, let me introduce you to…" he stared then began to write on the board. "… the B.B.R act!" he said the waited for a response.
"bbr? What, are you cold or something?" a boy in a purple shirt asked looking confused as he tried to read the words out.
"no Antoni you idiot! You don't say it as a word, you spell it out," Heather pointed out.
"ow! So your not cold?" Antoni asked still not entirely sure what was happening. Suddenly, a paintbrush flew through the air and bounced of his head. "aw!" he yelled rubbing his head.
"odd, that was meant to stick in your in the head so proving my power to the rest of the class," Mr. Wise said to himself.
"it was a paintbrush," Daniel said picking it up.
"no dure Ratty," Helen said.
"shut up calling me that!" he wined.
"okay, I'll call you Martin then," Helen said simply.
"no I… wait, why Martin?" Daniel asked.
"because your like Martin From Green wing," Helen said smiling.
"no! I'm Daniel," he said firmly.
"okay then… Tit Brain!" Helen said then quickly dashed of as Daniel tried to figure out what happened.
"silence!" Mr. Wise shouted as everyone went silenced. "see! Why could you never be quiet when I asked you in class? Is it because you all fear me now?" he said chuckling to himself.
"no, not really. It's just that you never used to throw paintbrushes at our heads before," Antoni said simply.
"mmah, Shut up!" he shouted and then carried on. "I bet your all wondering why I have brought you all here," Mr Wise said slowly walking across the front of the class.
"no, not really," Emma said slightly board as Helen carried on playing with the small, blue and squishy ball.
"ow! Am I going to get a prize?" Daniel asked jumping up.
"what for? Having the most oddest looking face?" Helen said as everyone looked at her suddenly. "bally said it!" she said in a rush of panic. "tell them bally!" Helen said holding the small, blue and squishy ball up so everyone could see it.
"…………" bally said because he couldn't really talk.
"give me that thing!" Mr. Wise said grabbing it and then bringing out a sharpened paintbrush.
"bally," Helen squeaked quietly as Mr. Wise stabbed it and all the watery goo inside splattered all over the unsuspecting teacher.
"what the…?" Mr. Wise said in shock while trying to remove the goo from his eyes.
"bally is squishy because of it's gooey insides which makes fun a complete success!" Helen said like she had memorised it. "well at least, it 'was' Squishy."
Mr. Wise started at the teen with pure rage till he began to calm down. "it's alright, you'll get what's coming to you, you stupid twit," Mr. Wise said as Helen eyed him.
"I'M NOT STUPID!" Helen yelled then tried to get him while Emma, Daniel and a teen with a full 'Billy Joe (Greenday)' get up grabbed her and held her back while they we're been dragged slightly forwards. "get off me Scott!" Helen warned as Scott looked at Emma for resonance.
"err… I," he said before he was taken down by Helen.
"well your all getting on my nerves now so, you will each be dragged out by one of these nice guards and given some food, water, map and compass, a touch and a weapon," Mr. Wise said as the soldiers all split up and began to grab the teens, give them bags and then toss them out side. "have fun!" he yelled before the doors closed.
Everyone instantly began to run in different directions, not really that sure on what they we're doing till a loud voice was heard from a speaker on a long pole.
"I almost forgot to mention the rules!" it was Mr. Wise. "the game is British battle Royale. You need to kill all of your class mates in three days. If you all notice, you have metal collars round you necks," he started.
"ow yeah! How did I miss this?" Helen said to herself as she examined the collar. "I make this look good!" she said before the speak spoke again.
"there will be danger areas mentioned every 6 hours as well as reports on who is dead. If you are caught in a danger area, then the collar will explode. You can kill each other how ever you want but you must understand that only one of you are allowed to live. Have fun!" he finished in a perky voice and then everyone ran round in panicked again.
