James leaned back against a tree and took a deep breath. He painfully listed his arm and check the time.
5:59 PM.
It hit six and the speakers came on.
"Well, this is the second to last announcement. Better get to the killing. The dead are as follows. #14 John. #27 Jenny. Good luck you two..."
James gasped and looked down at Sam. His best friend. Whom he fought together with for the past 2 days. Sam stood up and gave James a stern look.
"May the better man win." Sam said and punched with all his might into James' stomach. He gasped for air as he stumbled away from Sam, not expecting this much force. Sam pulled out his Beretta and aimed it down on James.
"I'm gonna miss you man..." Sam fired one shot. The bullet dug itself into James' shoulder.
"Argh! Oh my god. Sam stop it please!" James rolled around in the dirt trying to get away from his friend. Sam kneeled down and pointed the pistol into his face.
"I just want to go home to my family. Do you really want to go home to your alkie father and your junkie mother?" Sam asked. James absorbed the thought.
"No Sam, but I know I can have a great future and career."
"Oh? So I should be the one who gets killed then eh?" Sam said with a slight tone of anger.
"No...Sam...just..." James couldn't think of the words.
"Hmph." Sam stood up and aimed the gun down. A loud shot erupted and a bullet casing hit the cold dirt. Sam collapsed and sat. Waiting for his pickup.
Three hours later, dozens of reporters surrounded the car which was driving Sam home. He didn't look at any of them. Just straight ahead. He remembered the faces of 7 of his friends as he murdered them all. The same look of terror. Then it happened. Something triggered in Sam's brain. He reached forward and snatched the pistol out of the drivers boot and fired at the back of head. A small hole blasted into front window followed by a splash of blood on the glass. The driver tilted forward onto the horn which blared immediately. The reporters scrambled to get away. Sam kicked his door open and walked out onto the muddy road. Horrible images of his dead friends flashed in front of his face repeatedly. He let out a terrifying scream and pressed the gun under his neck. He pulled the trigger and looked up. He saw white clouds and a beautiful sun...then blood and brains flung into view and everything went black.
"That was the scene earlier today as the new Battle Royale winner shot himself just moments from his home in Philadelphia. This years Battle Royale took place in a forest, where thirty troubled students once again went at each other for a shot at living. Officials are saying that there has to be a winner, so they might hold another one. More after this." The news reporter said as a video of Sam's suicide played.
"Damn man, how bad of a student do you have to be to get on that thing." Carlos asked his friend Rick.
"Dunno, I mean our school is pretty bad you know?" Rick replied. Carlos shifted his long brown hair to the left to see the tv.
"Hey man, if we do get to do a Battle Royale...would you kill me?" Rick asked. Carlos looked up at Rick and didn't say a word.
The next day in school the class was talking and discussing gossip during homeroom. The teacher Mr. Krans walked in.
"Class, we will be going on a field trip today to the art museum." The teacher said with an unhappy tone. The class cheered as they would be skipping the rest of the day in school.
"This is weird...we should get permission forms for our parents right?" An Asian brunette named Michelle said.
"Hey who cares. No school!" Carlos said with excitement. Michelle had a puzzled look on her face. Mr. Krans leaned on his desk and looked at the floor. He silently muttered, "What have I done?" He looked up.
"Buses arrive in a half hour."
Carlos boarded the yellow bus behind Rick and in front of his other friend Tom.
"Will you hurry the fuck up Carmen?" Rick said to the girl in front.
"Shut your mouth Rick can't you see theres people in front of me? Asshole." Carmen replied angrily.
"Pft whatever." Rick whispered.
"Hey knock it off!" Mr. Krans shouted. Carlos arrived at his seat. It was plain brown with a giant tear down the middle and smelled like it was washed thoroughly with cleaning fluids. Rick took the window seat and sat down. Carlos sat next to him and they exchanged glances.
"I'm gonna throw Bobby into a painting of a naked chick." Rick said with a huge smile. Carlos smirked and looked at Bobby. He was the class dork and looked like one too. Thick glasses, wore a bow tie, freckles.
"Poor kid." Carlos thought to himself. The engine roared and the bus took off. The class screamed and hollered in delight.
"Hey Rick? Mr.Krans has more than one class, why not bring them too?" Carlos asked.
"Who gives a shit? Just feel lucky that your missing school on testing day man!" Rick replied. Carlos thought that was even stranger.
The bus drove down an empty highway. Up ahead was a huge skyscraper which housed DavTech. One of the worlds largest corporations.
"Dude, there are no fucking museums here." Carlos said with a nervous tone.
"Yeah...well maybe it's a small one." Rick said.
The bus driver slowed the bus to a stop in front of the skyscraper.
"Hey what the fuck is this?" someone shouted from the back of the bus. The bus driver stood up and grabbed a metal gate in front of the bus and slammed it shut. The class screamed. The bus driver put on a gas mask and handed one to Mr. Krans. Then he pushed a button which made green fumes come out of the speakers in the bus.
"What the fuck is this! Oh my god! Oh my go—d! Hol...shit..." Carlos mumbled his last words and collapsed to the floor.
"Carlos. Carlos. Wake up!" Rick was shaking Carlos.
"Huh what? Where are we?" Carlos said as he awoke.
"We're in the DavTech building. Pretty high up too." Rick replied. Carlos looked around and saw his classmates trembling with fear. The room was dimly lit and had boxes strewn about. A large tv was on a stand in the center of the room. Carlos stood up and observed his environment. A large shadow cast on the doors window. Everyone gasped. The door flung open and in walked in Mr. Lipit, the school principal.
"Good evening everyone. I trust you little shits slept well." He said with a happy mood.
"What's going on here?" a girl named Rebecca said with tears.
"I will get to that now shut the fuck up or so help me god I will kill you right here." The principal replied. Rebecca's eyes widened and she moved towards the back of the room.
"Now, if you have not noticed yet you are in the DavTech building. It is abandoned just for this project. This is...a Battle Royale." The principal said. The class gasped and some kids whimpered.
"Now you guys are not a bad class. You have had your share of misfortune but your not bad. We are doing this so the really bad classes will know that we will get any class! Now, please enjoy this informational video." The principal popped in a tape and walked back.
"Hello 9th graders of Mananov High School! I am Larry and I will be your guide today for your Battle Royale! Now, this one will be different than the others. We are in an office building. This will make it easier for us to have cameras on you at all times. Now let me explain what will be happening here for the next 3 days."
"Listen up people." the principal said.
"The objective is too kill each other until the last man standing. You will all be given a bag with food, water, and a random weapon. Every six hours we will inform you on which friends of yours are dead, and which floors of the building are receiving the most bloodshed! Also, there is a twist. You are all wearing necklaces that contain an explosive that will explode if you try and remove the necklace, or if there are more than 1 survivors after 3 days. This time we a much more powerful explosive into the necklace which means you and anyone within 10 feet of you is dead." The man on the tv said with happiness. The class could not believe what they were hearing.
"Finally, we have placed two highly trained professionals in the building. Just to speed things up. Have fun class..." The tv shut off and the principal looked at the class.
"Now I will call your name and you will come up and get a bag, then you can start walking around the building. #1 Rick." Rick stood up slowly and walked towards the principal. A guard behind the principal handed Rick a bag and opened the door. Rick turned around and looked at his classmates. Twenty nine students looked back at him. He turned around and ran.
"#2 Carmen." The principal said loudly. Carmen immediately stood up and grabbed her bag. She quickly left the room.
"#3 Bobby." The list went on and on until.
"#13 Carlos." Carlos stood up and walked toward the guard with the bag. He slowly reached out to take and turned towards the door. He took a deep breath and opened it. It led to a dark hallway. No one was in it. Carlos saw a door farther down the hallway and he ran towards it and opened. It was a small office. Empty. He climbed under a desk and started to open his bag. He pulled out 3 water bottles. A large piece of bread. And a light bulb.
"Fuck my weapon is a god damn light bulb?" Carlos said to himself. He heard running. He looked towards his door. A dark shadow zipped by the window. He sighed and put the stuff back into the bag but held the light bulb in his palm. He walked towards the door and opened it. With the light bulb in hand, he was ready to fight.
DavTech Battle Royale Statistics
Boys--------------------------------------------------------Girls
#1 Rick-------------------------------------#2 Cameron
#3 Bobby-------------------------------------#4 Rebecca
#5 Robert-------------------------------------#6 Michelle
#7 Michael-------------------------------------#8 Mary
#9 Will-------------------------------------#10 Lisa
#11 Richard-------------------------------------#12 Laura
#13 Carlos-------------------------------------#14 Jennifer
#15 Brian-------------------------------------#16 Liz
#17 Jeff-------------------------------------#18 Melanie
#19 Mark-------------------------------------#20 Sarah
#21 Kevin-------------------------------------#21 Karen
#22 Thomas-------------------------------------#23 Donna
#24 David-------------------------------------#25 Angela
#26 Doug-------------------------------------#27 Gloria
#28 Todd-------------------------------------#29 Tina
#30 Billy-------------------------------------#31 Special Forces Dan
#32 Special Forces Hans
