I don't own battle Royale but I do own BBR and these characters.

Okay, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it. My mates thought it was funny. I've decided to writ this mainly one Emma since she was the one I wrote about at the beginning. Review in if you see anything you don't like about my story and don't be afraid to flame me because I can take them. They'll just make me try harder next time is all. So here it is, chapter 3.

Every one on the island had split up after there riot of panic and out burst of screams. Emma was walking through the trees when she was suddenly taken down from the back. She smacked her attacker in the face with her fist as they jumped off in pain.

"aw!" Helen said holding her bloody noise.

"what the hell do you think your doing?" Emma demanded.

"I thought you we're going to be shot!

"shot! Shot by who and what!" Emma yelled, waving her arms franticly.

"err… I don't know. People always get a near death experience at the beginning of movies after the first death," Helen said looking upset.

"well we're not in Hollywood Hel! This is real life and-someone's dead already?" Emma said suddenly realising what her tall friend said.

"yeah. Dave and Darren we're running round when Wise finished his speak about killing something, and then they accidentally ran of a cliff," Helen said like it was a normal, every day thing.

"both of them just ran off just like that?" Emma said amazed.

"well not entiaily, Dave ran off but Darren stopped before he got chance," Helen corrected.

"so how did Darren die?" Emma asked raising a eye brow.

"I accidentally pushed him when he tried to hug me," Helen said as Emma looked at her with disbelief.

"what ever. Well I'm not going to be killed or get anywhere near to death so you can stop tackling me," Emma said just as a arrow flew through the air and stabbed it's self into Emma's bag pack. Both girls looked at the arrow for a second till looking back up at each other, "maybe your slightly right," Emma said before both girls leaped on the floor.

Helen leaped behind a large tree truck while Emma laid on the ground behind a bush at the side of her. They looked out to see the source of the arrow and soon Emma spotted a teen slut in a over tight shirt and jeans also known as Laura. The teen slut was holding a cross bow and waiting for one of them to raise there head.

"good job she's fat and has a bad aim," Helen whispered to Emma as Emma grabbed her bag and pulled out the arrow and passed it to Helen who looked confused. "what you doing?" Helen asked watching her short friend dig through her bag.

"Wise said we have weapons in here somewhere. If I find mine, I can get rid of…" Emma stopped as she pulled out a set of wooden num-chucks. "well… maybe I could toss them at her," Emma said thinking.

"you toss them and hit? Your about as good as throwing as mum is at cooking," Helen said looking at Emma.

"your mum's a good cook," Emma said raising a eye brow.

"I know, but I just love to make fun of her. Back to the point though, you wouldn't even be able to get close to hitting her," Helen said as Emma gave up.

"well what you get?" Emma asked as Helen grabbed her bag and began to hunt inside.

Helen stopped when she found her weapon and then brought out a small tin of pepper spray. "maybe you should give me your num-chucks and I'll clomp fatty round the head with them," Helen said and Emma passed her, her weapon.

Helen carefully looked round the trunk and aimed at Laura. She slowly prepared herself then with a swift toss, the num-chuck went flying through the air and towards Laura.

"don't worry girls! I'm here to help!" Michel said jumping in-between of Laura and the girls and also in the way of Laura and the flying num-chuck.

"I bet that hurt," Emma said as Helen nodded.

Helen quickly took the opportunity to dash out from her hiding place and charge to Laura with the pepper spray. She leaped over the bushes that Laura was hiding behind and quickly despaired behind them with Laura. Emma looked up over her hiding place and watched as thumping noises were heard and then the sound of the cross bow going off till everything went still. Emma quickly ran to the bush where the two teens were and saw Helen laid on the ground with Laura dead on top. A arrow was stuck through Helens shoulder and Laura's heart.

"you okay there Hel?" Emma asked raising a eye brow.

"aw," Helen said simply as Emma walked closer. "she's heavy," Helen squeaked out and tried to push her off.

"are you guys alright?" Donna asked as she walked past holding a handgun with silencer.

"yeah, mind helping here?" Emma asked as she tried to pry of Laura from the arrow that was joining Helen and Laura together.

"sure," Donna said walking over and helping lift the heavy teen of Helen. "so, should I even bother to ask how this happened," Donna asked.

"not really. It's just Helen doing what she does best," Emma said as they finally pulled of the dead body.

"being a twat and getting herself in a lot of pain and trouble?" Donna asked.

"yeah," Emma said nodding

"well since we're all on first name bases, I'm Helen!" Helen said holding out her hand to be shook.

"I know. You sit in my class all day playing that crap you call music," Donna said refusing to shake the teens hand.

"you so- did not call my music crap!" Helen said angrily as she nodded. "so you say that System of a down is no good?" she said as she nodded again. "you telling me that the Vandals have no good songs and that Guns and Roses aren't worth anything!" Helen yelled and she nodded once more. "your going down Chav!" Helen screamed and then leaped at her only to miss as Donna hit the floor before she was even close. "say what? Get up and fight like a man… woman!" Helen shouted at Donna who was layed on the floor.

"Helen, I don't think she will," Emma said putting a hand on her shoulder.

"why? Is he scared that if she stands up I'll get her?" she said towards her.

"no, she's dead," Emma said simply.

"oh! Is she really? And how did the great Sherlock Emma work this out?" Helen said waiting.

"she's bleeding from the arrow that is also still stuck in you shoulder, because you leaned it into her head. It's such a good job that we're meant to kill people here," Emma pointed out as Helen looked down.