Author's Note

Hour 02 (1:00 - 1:59 AM)

Danger Zones: G7.

Student(s) Remaining: 42.

Whistling a little jingle to himself, Neptune Vasilias (Male Student No. 19) lightly tapped his foot against the ground to the tune while he relaxed against a tree, his designated weapon in his hand. Neptune was pretty used to being lucky, but he couldn't lie that he felt he had made it big. His weapon was a long golden trident. That's right, fucking gold! This thing looks sick! Sure, the thing is heavy as Hell and pretty damn unpractical, but in terms of sheer style, he had to have gotten the best weapon in the game. Unless some guy got like a chainsaw or some crap, but that sounds way too mental.

Right now, he was waiting under a tree, while his bud, Sun Wukong (Male Student No. 10) was looking out over the jungle. For some reason, the dude had waited for him to get out. He had no idea how, but if he had to guess he probably just hung around in a tree or something. Kinda like a monkey...Actually, he kinda acted like one too.

After a moment, Sun dropped down from the tree, his blonde hair sparkling almost in the moonlight. In his hands was a long, wooden staff, sorta similar to the weapon that ninja turtle used in those movies Sun forced you to come to. The guy was always forcing you into shit you wouldn't bother with, whether it be movies, or in this case, waiting around in the middle of nowhere during an island-wise fight to the death involving a majority of the people they've ever known...Though admittedly, he probably shouldn't be comparing those two things.

"Okay, so I was right," Sun started, an abnormally large smile on his face considering the situation, "if we keep heading north, we'll hit the lighthouse. Hopefully Sage and Scarlet get there before us so we don't have to do a bunch of waiting."

Neptune shrugged, a smirk growing onto his face, "Unless they stop to fuck, I doubt they'll take too long," Sun looked less than amused, "what? Oh come on, you already know that Scarlet-"

The two shut up though upon hearing the sounds of wheezing. They held up their weapons and quickly got into defensive stances...Though Neptune had to admit, Sun actually looked ready to defend himself while Neptune was just sorta holding out his trident in a way he hoped looked sorta intimidating. He had never been in a fight before unless you counted football games, which he really didn't, or used a weapon of any kind. Meanwhile, Sun looked kinda scary, certainly not like anything he'd fight. Those kung-fu classes of his had done him well.

"W-Wait, don't hurt me, man!"

Oh...Oh, Neptune felt dumb now.

Walking out from the woods, with sweat running down his shaking face and dark skin, was Roy Stallion (Male Student No. 14). Dude was a regular at the football games and was pretty cool from the few conversations they'd had, though he wouldn't call them friends or anything. In fact, he had always gotten a distinct feeling that Roy hated his guts. But he couldn't lie...It was so...Weird seeing him like this.

Back at school, Roy was practically a king among men. Well-respected, street-smart, naturally handsome with an award-winning smile that, while not as good as Neptune's obviously, was still pretty decent, and that wasn't even talking about how much of a ladykiller he usually was, or how his dancing could make some girls swoon. Neptune could swear he saw him go home with two girls after prom! Two! Even he isn't that good; all he was able to get was Octavia Ember (Female Student No. 14), and sure, while she was fun, two girls would always be better!

But out here...God it was like looking at a sad puppy. His usual confidence and swagger were just...Gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. His eyes were puffy and red; he had probably just spent the last few minutes crying, which was supported quite a bit by the snot running down the face. Seems like the teacher had really shaken him up with that gunshot…

Sun seemed to pity Roy to an extent, lowering his staff for a moment, "We're not gonna hurt you, Roy. Just don't sneak up on us or anyone else, okay? You could seriously get yourself hurt doing something that stupid."

However, this seemingly did little to calm Roy down, as he continued to stare on at the two boys in fear. Neptune continued to hold his trident out, as he slowly looked toward his bag. It looked a Hell of a lot bigger than his or Sun's. Looks like ol' Roy got something pretty huge.

"Yo, Roy, what weapon did you get?" Neptune asked as he began to approach. He felt Sun's hand grab onto his shoulder, which he shrugged off, "What? I'm just asking."

However, Roy looked less than amused, narrowing his eyes into a panicked scowl, as he held his bag close. "I-It's none of your business, man, so stay back!" However, Neptune didn't listen, continuing to approach. "Dude, I'm warning you, chill and get the fuck back!"

"I just wanna know-"

And just like that, Roy had had it.

With a roar, he swung his bag as hard as he could, smashing it against the side of Neptune's smug, pretty fucking face and sending him tumbling to the ground. Roy wouldn't admit it, but...It was kinda satisfying if only cause Neptune's ego and near-suicidal self-indulgence had always pissed him off. Hell, even now, had Neptune just minded his own damn business this shit wouldn't have gotten ugly so fast.

What was decidedly less satisfying was the crunching sound that had come from it, and the wail that followed, "Roy, what the Hell!" Neptune cradled his nose in his hands, as blood began to gradually leak through. Something was broken, he could tell.

Roy simply stared in silence, taking a few steps back, before breaking into a sprint, running into the jungle, ignoring the screams to wait from Sun and the constant swearing from Neptune.

Jaune Arc (Male Student No. 3) slowly opened up his MRE and was sort of taken aback by how much was in the little bag. An entrée and side, some crackers, seasoning, a little beverage bag, sugar, matches, some kind of dessert bag, a weird spread of some sort, a hand wipe, a spoon, and a little transparent heating bag. Gotta give it to the military, they know how to get a lot of neat stuff into these.

He slowly pulled out the entrée, which based on what it said, was beef stew. He placed it inside his heating bag, pulled out his water bottle, and then poured a little bit inside. After a moment, the bag seemed to begin inflating, and smoke slowly started to exit- holy shit, this was getting hot!

With a yelp he placed the bag onto the ground, staring on in silence as the bag did its job. After a moment, he took a few steps back and sat down against a tree...Right next to Weiss Schnee (Female Student No. 2), who hadn't said a thing to him since the incident with Flynt Coal (Male Student No. 2). And honestly, he didn't want to bother her much. She was obviously scared about this whole situation, and...He couldn't blame her. Hell, he was pretty scared too. Genuinely, he thought he was gonna die back there.

When he was standing across from Flynt, that machine gun pointed at him, Jaune was horrified. Barely even standing to be honest, as it took all his strength and willpower to not collapse on the ground. If he pulled the trigger, that would have been it. The death of Jaune Arc shot dead by some guy he didn't even know. What a legacy that'd leave behind. And when Flynt was distracted, he seemed to hit him mostly on auto-pilot. Truth be told he had barely even been paying attention when that whole thing happened-

"Jaune…"

He flinched at the voice, turning to see Weiss, still cradled against the tree and hugging her legs, was mumbling to herself. "Why did you save me?" Jaune was taken aback a bit by the question, as she slowly looked up at him. "We're not friends...You don't know me. So why?" He just stared in silence in response, as she let out a low sigh and slowly moved her head back. "Well...Thank you regardless. If it weren't for you, I could be...Best not to think about it, I suppose."

Jaune simply stared, a sort of grimace forming on his face. He had...No idea what to do right now. Here he was, sitting next to his crush, having just saved her life...And he wasn't even talking back. He really didn't even know what could be said. Gee, it sure was swell saving your life from a guy who was pointing a gun at your face! Yeah, that wasn't happening-

As he was saying this, he could distinctly hear something off in the forest. Raising from his spot with a start, Jaune's eyes widened as he brought up his shield protectively, seemingly unaware of the look Weiss was giving him. "W-Who's there?" He received no response, likely due to how hushed and choked out his words had been. Breathing in for a moment, he called out again, this time for louder, "Who's there-"

"Jaune?" Jaune almost had to do a double-take at the voice. "Jaune is that you?"

Stepping out from the forest, her uniform surprisingly in-tact, was a small girl, with pale skin and a small smile. Jaune stared at her in silence, as Weiss quickly found herself rising from her spot. "...R-Ruby?"

"Ruby!"

Yang Xiao Long stomped through the forest with a narrowed scowl, her velvet-blue eyes seeming almost scarily inhuman in the darkness. She shuffled slightly in her tight-worn uniform, her bag still on her back, which had lightened considerably as soon as she has taken out her weapon from it; a pump-action shotgun. The note that came with the gun called it Winchester, though she couldn't lie that she almost rolled her eyes at the name.

Something designed for brute force at close range intended to throw someone backward? Yep, that certainly sounds like Cardin Winchester (Male Student No. 11). Glad the douche didn't get his hands on it.

As she thought this, she stomped down hard onto an exposed root, before calling out again, "Ruby!"

This game was going to be Hell, she could feel it. But what else was gonna happen? You drop a bunch of hormonal kids onto a deserted island and then hand them guns along with a handy dandy bomb on their neck, and only two things can occur from it; an orgy, or a fucking massacre, and she certainly didn't see the former happening right now! People were killing each other; Hell, someone might already be dead. She heard those gunshots earlier, and no way were they just trying out their weapons. In a way, it almost reminded her of something Nolan Porfirio (Male Student No. 18) had said in world history once…

"At the end of the day, as long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead."

...Actually, now that she thought about it, she was pretty sure he had gotten that from a video game. Nerd.

With a shake of her head, Yang held up her head, calling out once more, "Ru-" However, she stopped herself upon hearing something nearby. In one swift movement, she cradled herself against a nearby tree for cover, pressing the shotgun against her as she began to scowl in silence.

Walking along a stone path a little below her thanks to being on higher ground, a group of four soon entered her vision, and upon seeing who they were, Yang couldn't help but sigh in relief. It wasn't a threat...Thank God it wasn't a threat. But she still didn't move from her spot, instead just watching, as Nebula Violette (Female Student No. 19), Dew Gayl, Gwen Darcy (Female Student No. 9), and Octavia Ember began to walk past.

The popular girls. Yang had spoken to them a few times prior to the game, mainly thanks to sharing a few classes with Nebula and Octavia. They were pretty cool, though she'd be lying if Octavia's constant complaining about her teachers didn't get on her nerves a little bit. And as expected, they all looked gorgeous, even out here; Nebula's short black hair and perfect face, Dew's long dirty blonde hair and athletic figure, Gwen somehow managing to look like a prom queen even while going through this weird goth phase, and Octavia...God, that red hair, those beautiful eyes, her perfect body-

W-Wait, no, she needed to stop drooling over them and focus. Regardless of being "friends" with them, who knows where they stood in a game like this

Nebula was at the front of the group, as usual, her hands running over a small, wooden weapon; a crossbow. She'd never seen one in real life before, though she couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by it. The rest of their weapons didn't seem to help much; Dew had a long, tipped metal spear that looked more than capable of tearing open Yang's throat, which she instinctively grabbed at the thought. Gwen had a group of six throwing knives wrapped up in some small black rag, which hung out of her pocket like decorations. And Octavia had a small, rusty hatchet in her hands, which oddly seemed to be a bit too heavy for her.

Yang slowly moved her head out a bit more, in an attempt to try and get a bit better of a few and to hopefully hear what they were talking about-

Snap.

...Aw crap.

The four all turned at the noise, Nebula pointing her weapon instinctively, as all their eyes landed on the figure of Yang Xiao Long, who stared down at them in horrified silence. Upon realizing who it was, Nebula seemed slightly taken aback, "Yang? The Hell are you doing-"

However, she was cut off, as Dew ran to the front of the pack, and on instinct, tossed her thin, metal spear right at Yang, which missed by quite a large number of feet, but still pierced a tree nonetheless. This was still enough to cause the blonde to pale and run off though.

"W-Wait, Yang! Goddammit, Dew, what the fuck?!"

As she ran away from the screaming group of ladies though, Yang mostly tuned them out, instead just running. Running as fast as she could away from the scene. She needed to get out of there. She needed to survive.

She needed to find her sister.

"W-Wait, Yang!" Nebula screamed out into the forest as Yang ran off, disappearing from sight within moments. Soon after, she turned to dirty blonde beside her with a look of thorough rage, "Goddammit, Dew, what the fuck?!"

"She was sneaking up on us," Dew simply responded, no emotion present in her voice. "She clearly had hostile intent, otherwise she would have approached us."

"What if she was doing that, and you just overreacted!" Nebula countered back, pointing a finger at her friend's face, "We can't just attack people for walking over!"

"She wasn't though-"

"She could have been-"

"Oh my God, shut up!" Octavia grumbled out, "You're giving me a headache. Isn't being stuck in this stupid game bad enough without you guys trying to kill each other. So you scared her off, big deal, not like it matters."

Nebula seemed almost betrayed by her words, soon saying, "Of course it matters! Yang's our friend, she deserved to feel safe, and not think we were trying to kill her." Octavia only shrugged at this, already done with the conversation and wanting to move on.

The three stood in awkward, tense silence for a moment, until eventually, Gwen spoke up, "Maybe we should relax for a moment. It happened, we can't change that now. But...Who knows Nebula, maybe we'll see her later and we can sort things out."

This seemed to calm Nebula slightly, who began to smile in hollow silence though Dew wasn't listening, or at least if she was, her words weren't meaning much. Instead, she stomped up the small hill and tore the spear right out of the tree it had landed in.

Roy's our boy. Roy's our boy. Roy's our fucking boy.

Over and over in his head, Roy Stallion chanted this to himself, as if acting as his own, personal fucking hype man. He admittedly found the chant kinda shitty, but Nolan Porfirio had once told him that, if he ever felt worried, or anxious, to just keep saying that to himself. And, despite the fucker being kinda weird, he couldn't lie...Nolan was pretty good with this sorta shit, cause every chant seemed to calm Roy down a little bit more.

Eventually, he grew calm enough to stop running, coming to a stop and allowing himself a moment to breathe. He just broke Neptune Vasilias' nose...Neptune fucking Vasilias! The playboy of Beacon High. The rich shit. Mister popular...Yeah, he didn't really like the guy. He only ever really hung out with him occasionally because of both status, and his friendship with Sun, and these days, Sun seemed to drag Neptune everywhere he goes, like a sad fucking puppy.

So if he was so happy to have done so...Why was he practically gagging?

Roy was on the ground, coughing violently into the bushes now, his eyes wide and his mouth constantly preparing itself to vomit up whatever food he had left in his system. He just couldn't help imaging Neptune's cracked bones, or the waterfall of blood that could be running down his face, or even just the look of anger in his eyes...Oh God...What if the fucker tracked him down? What if he broke his nose? What if he did worse?!

No...No he had made enough distance. He was long gone, those sick fucks wouldn't catch him, not anytime soon at least. He wouldn't have to worry about them. Who knows, maybe they'd get killed before he had to- Why would he think like that?! This isn't him...Goddammit, what the fuck is wrong with this stupid, fucking game! This shit is fucked, man, real fucking shitting fucked!

Slowly, Roy found himself standing up from where he had been wretching. He...Needed to stop...He needed to calm down...Maybe he should eat or something. Who knows how long it had been since he had last eaten after all. Granted, his surroundings weren't the best for food; a gross pit full of hardened mud, surrounded by more jungle and a mountain next to him, that sorta shit.

Walking over to his bag, he slowly unzipped it, his dull eyes looking for anything to gain excitement from...And then they began to sparkle. With his mouth agape, and in utter silence, he reached inside the bag, and slowly pulled something quite spectacular out. It was a large, metal tool of sorts, with a long, extended chain going along a sort of saw, ending in a sizable metal frame. This shit...This shit was a fucking chainsaw! He had gotten a shitting chainsaw, motherfucker...

Groovy.

As he thought this though, he flinched slightly at the sound of something. It sounded like clomping mud, sort of comparable to what you'd hear on a horse ranch. Every step sounded delayed, almost forced, and as if they'd stop any second, only to keep on going. It didn't sound human. More like a disabled cat, or maybe a horse with a broken leg, some shit like that.

Roy slowly looked up, chainsaw in hand, toward the forest on a slightly higher thing of land. He climbed up it soon after grabbing onto a tree for support as he reached down to pull up his chainsaw. He had to keep this shit on him at all times. Sure, the rest of the bag was important, but not really for scouting in his eyes. Not like the shit would move while he was gone or something.

With a shake of his head, he walked a bit further into the forest, following the sounds he was hearing, which grew louder, and more pained by the second. And soon, he found the source of said pain; a trail of blood. Granted, it wasn't a ton, and the light rain above was soaking most of it into the grass, but the scarce sources of light still illuminated it just enough to make the crimson stand out. Whoever this dude was, he ain't okay. Probably in a Hell of a lot of pain...Shit man, that's fucked.

He looked over the trail, and with some reluctance, began to follow it. He didn't plan to do anything obviously, h-he was just curious is all. Nothing more, nothing less, that sorta-

However, Roy found himself cutting off his thoughts, as he stared forward at the limping, barely standing body of Flynt Coal...Holy crap, he looked terrible. His left leg was bleeding pretty fucking bad, dude shoulda patched that shit up. But maybe he wasn't thinking straight...Hell, Roy would hate to admit it, but he wasn't thinking straight either. Breaking Neptune's nose, getting hyped at the thought of having a chainsaw, following a trail of blood. By just about all accounts Roy was a fucking lunatic.

After a moment of dry heaving, Flynt Coal straightened his posture slightly, That was Flynt for ya, never stayed down. As Roy stared on though, Flynt seemed to look back a moment. He didn't stare long, but it was just long enough to catch a glimpse of Roy...And his chainsaw. This seemed to startle Flynt, causing him to jump away from where he standing, dropping his backpack in the process, though he managed to hang onto to keep one thing. Roy couldn't tell what it was though; this shitty night was too fucking dark. He'd need to get closer to see what it was...Maybe his weapon?

The two returned stares after a second passed, their eyes hardened and hollow, as they stared right through each other. "...Sup Flynt," Roy started, walking forward while forcing a smile, trying to look as unintimidating as possible...While carrying a chainsaw. Flawless plan. "How 'ya doin' out here, bud?"

Obviously, Flynt couldn't help but sweat a little at the sight of the saw's blade. He soon choked out, "Well...I mean, we're in this game, Roy. Ain't exactly feelin' like sunshine and roses."

"Fair, fair," Roy mumbled, his eyes slowly looked away from whatever weapon Flynt had, and toward his chest. Lean...Not a lot of muscle...Roy was stronger than him. Could probably knock him over real fucking good. Instinctively, his grip on the chainsaw tightened. "How'd you get that cut, Flynt?"

"Nasty encounter with Schnee," Flynt grunted out, clearly losing focus. Good, he's distracted by something. Just means he wouldn't have to worry.

"Yeah...Yeah, that sucks for you, man...Must be hard moving much with it," Roy slowly gravitated one of his hands toward the cord, "bet you uh...Can't go too fast either…" An eerie smile Roy couldn't explain soon formed on his face. He didn't know what he was doing...He almost didn't want to. Almost...Almost is the keyword...Cause he did. Real bad. Real fucking bad, he wanted to butcher this fool like a pig, and he couldn't explain why. The feeling in his chest that ordered him to...It was so goddamn hard to turn down.

Quickly, Flynt seemed to understand what was happening. Shit. "R-Roy, calm down now, man. Don't wanna do something you'd regret, right? Put the-"

Instantly, the chainsaw came to life as Roy pulled as hard as he could on the cord. It let out some sort of roar, and with some considerable effort, Roy moved it up slightly to point at Flynt, a wicked look forming on his face. "Y-You're right, motherfucker...I am gonna regret this. B-But right now...I don't seem to care."

Flynt's eyes widened, as Roy ran forward as fast as he could, swinging the saw around like a madman, a grin forming across his face. He was so caught up, he didn't seem to notice as Flynt pulled up the weapon to his side. The whole scene seemed to light up, as a sound comparable to a typewriter or a bunch of pebbles in can erupted from nowhere. And for some, reason...Roy's chest started hurting real fucking bad.

Flynt Coal hadn't pulled the trigger for long. Couldn't have been longer than a second, maybe two, but it was long enough for a stream of bullets to come flooding out of his gun, flying forward and tearing into Roy Stallion's exposed body. The bullets hit hard and came out flying just as quick, as blood sprayed across the ground. His body, now peppered with holes, continued to run right at him, though with seemingly no thought, running right past him before collapsing to the ground in a single movement, landing on his arm in the process.

For a moment, the only sound Flynt could hear was the engine of the chainsaw.

He looked down at his handiwork in horror. Laying on the ground, the boy formerly known as Roy Stallion twitched in place, his head gyrating painfully. Bullets had landed all over his body; his chest, his stomach, his arms...Even his face had gotten a few it seemed, as two fresh holes in his cheek and left eye slowly oozed out blood in mass. It didn't seem real almost. It looked straight out of a horror movie. Something done by a serial killer, or some kind of madman…

But that wasn't the case...Flynt had done that. Flynt Coal; musician, waiter, murderer.

For a moment, all Flynt could do was stare, but soon he turned his gaze toward his hands. The hands of a murderer. The ones covered in blood, just like the rest of his body. Roy's blood. Flynt continued to look on...Before he felt something come up. He ran over to a nearby bush and began to puke. And there he stood, for minutes on end, gagging and crying at his actions.

One minute ago, Roy Stallion was still alive. Now, his body was sprawled out, broken and bleeding, his single remaining eye staring directly at his murderer.

41 Students Left to Go.

Boy #14, Roy Stallion (Chainsaw | 0 Kills | Killed by Flynt Coal)
Ever since this story was in its planning stages, there was never a point in time where Roy wasn't going to be the first one to die. In my eyes, it was sorta perfect; he was a relatively minor character in the canon who was already dead, his weapon allowed me to immediately show that just because something is deadly doesn't mean it's actually worth much, and it'd immediately force an uncomfortable situation. Said uncomfortable situation is this; Roy, a normally chill, popular guy, is reduced to a panicked, anxious mess who was doomed out the gate because of his own paranoia, which caused him to react violently toward the people he encountered and make assumptions. I wanted the first death of this game to quickly set the rules, and I think he did; don't panic, know who to trust and when to do so, work to yours and your weapon's advantage, and don't get sloppy. He failed to do all these things and was basically instantly executed for it. But I won't lie, I kinda grew this morbid attachment to the guy in the writing of this and the previous chapters. The fact the dude's vocabulary was mostly made up of "shit" and "fuck" inside head fun certainly contributed to that though. I counted; 23 counts of fuck, 17 counts of shit...I might have miscounted, but whatever!