Ronnie was no longer taking any pleasure from watching the exam applicants make their way down Trick Tower, and now sat staring into space, her chin in her palm. It had been a few hours since she had covered her pages in tic-tac-toe games.

"How am I going to make it through just sitting here for two and a half days?" she murmured, blinking slowly. Lippo sighed. She had been saying things of a similar nature for the past… well… ever.

The ash blonde's eyes flicked up to the monitors on the wall and opened and shut her stinging eyes several times.

Another few hours passed, the minutes seeming to crawl along like slugs. Ronnie would occasionally dock a few points from some of the applicants, but that hardly brought her any sense of satisfaction anymore. A couple of them had already cleared the tower and were waiting on the bottom floor. Ronnie's eyes drooped and she slumped against the wall, breathing evenly in sleep.

The woman awoke to find that she had slept for so long that the sun had already set, according to the clock on the wall. Since the start of the Third Phase, it had already been around sixteen hours. Ronnie groaned and let her head lightly smack the wall she was resting on. Fifty-six more hours to go.

More than two days had passed, and Ronnie was now watching the clock on the wall with such an intense expression that one would assume that it would quickly catch fire. Ninety minutes until the Third Phase would end.

"Ronnie." Her head turned to the small man in the desk chair.

"What?"

"You should probably start making your way over to the site of the Fourth Phase; it would be better to sneak away now rather than risk being spotted later." Said Lippo. Ronnie stood up, brushing off her pants.

"Alright. I guess I'll see you later." Lippo simply waved her away.

Ronnie was momentarily blinded when she first stepped out into the bright sunlight. She blinked rapidly to regain her vision and made her way toward the docks, where a single boat floated in the water. An orange haired woman with a headset was sitting on one of the benches inside, her chin in her palm.

"Hey, the Fourth Phase is taking place on Zevil Island, right?" asked Ronnie. The orange haired woman perked up immediately.

"Oh, you must be Ronnie! The Chairman let me know that you would ask for a ride to Zevil Island before the remaining applicants got here." Ronnie nodded.

"Yeah, sure. I need to get there pretty quick, the time limit's down to around an hour left." The orange haired woman nodded.

"We can get you there in around fifteen minutes going top speed; just hold on tight and you'll be just fine."

With shaky legs and jitters wracking her body, Ronnie climbed out of the boat from hell and stepped onto Zevil Island. Who knew a boat that size could go that fast? She thought, watching with a sour look as it shrank farther and farther away, heading back in the direction of Trick Tower. Ronnie looked back at the lush trees behind her. Welp, I guess I've gotta find another hiding spot. She headed into the forest, listening to the chirps of small birds in the trees, flitting in and out of sight.

The terrain began to rise steadily until Ronnie looked up to find a ridge of rock. A small niche could just barely be seen in between two boulders about halfway up, so Ronnie dug her fingers into the rock and began to climb towards it. When she reached the small alcove, she squeezed inside just as the horn of the boat sounded out from the shore. The remaining applicants had arrived. Ronnie stepped back a little and found that she did not bump into anything. Looking behind her, what she had assumed to be just a crack in the rock was actually a tiny cave, the size of a small walk in closet. She sat down in the dim light, staring out at the small chink of the outside visible from the crack in the rock.

Ronnie took note of how many people she could see on the boat from her vantage point. Twenty-four applicants were left. She could just barely see the boat from inside her hideout, and spotted #44 begin to walk into the forest. Each of the applicants would walk onto the island one by one in the order that they had cleared Trick Tower. Ronnie knew that each of them had been given another hunter to hunt down and steal their tag by the end of the week while avoiding getting caught by their own hunter. Their target's tag was worth three points, as well as their own. They had to have six points by the end of the week. Ronnie would patrol in secret to monitor their conditions and take points off if necessary. A sour look was soon pulled onto Ronnie's face. I've had to look after these noobs since the beginning… they're starting to get boring.

She watched idly as more applicants walked into the forest, until in the end none remained on the boat. Ronnie wondered vaguely whether or not she should jump suddenly out of a bush to freak some of the younger ones out, but quickly decided against it. There's a reason they've gotten this far… I don't want any headaches this week. The woman leaned against the rock and dug through her small backpack, pulling out one of her notebooks and a pencil. She opened it up to a place near the middle and began to scribble the date on the page in neat (albeit cramped) handwriting. A little grin found its way onto her face. Let's make it look like a crappy reality television show. Pencil touching the paper, she began to write.

DAY 1, ENTRY 1

Today is the beginning of the Fourth Phase of the exam, and already I feel that some of the applicants might be out of my league… most of them aren't, but whatever. I am worried that I may accidentally or not so accidentally reveal my presence to some of the applicants. Some of them seem highly perceptive, and might even find me hiding and stalking monitoring them. Even though I am not a participant, they may feel negative emotions toward me for not revealing my presence like the other examiners -no shit. Some of them might even decide to take hostile action, Oh, the horror~ especially #44. He does not seem to be the most stable of fellows. Really? I hadn't noticed. His overall impression does not give me any positive feelings. It might be the fact that he's dressed like a clown and totally looks like a rapist. I will begin my patrol soon. Right after I take a piss. Things seem to have settled outside.

DAY 1, ENTRY 2

Nothing much has happened today, but I did see one of the applicants acquire his target's tag already. He used a bow and an arrow tipped in paralytic poison to paralyze a man with a red nose. Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer~ He carried out his mission quickly and effectively. I have not taken points from his score. Rudolph, on the other hand… After I had witnessed this, I spotted the same boy that I had spoken to in Trick Tower. Yes, the one with all the green clothes. I dub thee Green Boy! He was practicing with a fishing rod to catch apples. Eventually, he decided that still objects would not do, so he tried catching birds near the river. He does know that fishing rods are for FISH, right? Hence the name.

Unfortunately, he was concentrating so hard on target practice that he did not notice the person behind him, the one who had his number tag as his target. The day passed quickly, and I am now writing in the light of the setting sun. It's getting damned cold, I wish I could light a fire. I will write more in the morning, but I don't know if someone will have discovered me in the night… the pressure is mounting. When you pretend to be serious and you start cracking up.

DAY 3, ENTRY 1

The sun has risen. No one has found my hiding spot yet, and I will patrol the entire island today. And stalk more people. I have little food in my bag, so I suppose I will have to look for something sufficient. I'm running low on chocolate bars…

DAY 3, ENTRY 2

I saw the boy at the river again. He's managed to start catching birds with his fishing rod as they swoop down to catch fish from the water. HOW IS HE DOING THAT. Anyway, while on my patrol, I spotted #44. He was sitting against a tree in the middle of a small clearing and had a bloody gash on his shoulder, the Hemotropic Butterflies starting to gather around him. Even so, he looks unperturbed and still creepy as hell. I left the area quickly. Soon after, I found the dead corpse of an applicant, #80. She had a needle pierced through her eye. It must have been the doing of another of the applicants, but her tag wasn't missing. She must not have been their target. As I sneaked around patrolled the island, the man with the glasses and the boy with blonde hair seemed to have made an alliance. They now travel together.

Later in the day, I had decided to revisit the place where #44 had been. He was still there, but this time, a man with a spear decided to challenge him to a fight. The man with the spear was already dying, so #44 would not fight him. Picky bastard. The dying man tried to attack the rapist clown #44, but was killed when many needles struck him in the face and throat. Another applicant appeared. He was dressed in a green outfit with puffy shoulders just like what minstrels wore and had many needles on his person. They were literally coming out his ears. No joke. He was also very tall, with a shaved head and a purple mohawk, like the Third Phase's examiner. He eventually removed the needles, and in the end turned out to be an entirely different person. I decided to move on. I could not stay there for long.

DAY 3, ENTRY 3

I have witnessed something truly unnerving. My heart felt like it would stop when I felt the pure bloodlust that was coming from #44 pff yeah right… alright I admit, I was a little nervous that he would find me. It lasted all throughout the night, and now I do not know if I can sleep… jk I'm totally gonna sleep like a rock.

DAY 4, ENTRY 1

I returned earlier to where #44 had been standing last night, bloodlust practically oozing out of his pores. When I had gotten there, he hadn't moved an inch. He had a rap-y look on his face, too. After a few minutes more of just standing there, he started to walk off like a zombie. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he started groaning 'Braaaaiiiinssss'… I decided to avoid him and get back to my patrol.

DAY 5, ENTRY 1

Today I came across that white haired boy in the woods. He had someone tailing him, but it seemed to be the case that he already knew about him. A couple of times, he told his stalker to reveal himself, but was met with silence each time. However, the stalker appeared before him not long after #99 (the white haired boy) called for him to come out when he began to go to him instead of waiting. Well, technically, he only came out after his two brothers showed up. They seemed to be disappointed in him for not getting #99's tag yet. They all had eye makeup; how ridiculous is that?

Soon after his brothers arrived, the stalker seemed to grow more confident (pansy) and managed to kick #99 in the stomach. #99 didn't seem to be affected at all as he flew back several feet. He just got right back up. There was something unusual with this boy. He had obviously been through intense training, wherever he'd come from. I remember a lot of name-calling during training back when I was little… always 'Brat' this and 'Idiot' that. Pff. That bum. I swear he looked just like a hobo. The fight was over in a flash. #99 appeared behind one of the brothers and took him as a hostage to get their tags. Apparently, one of their tags was his target, so he took that one and flung the other two into the trees. I left the area shortly thereafter. Patrolling this island is starting to get to me… Mostly because it's so damn boring now.

DAY 7, ENTRY 1

This will be my last day on the island… and I must say, I think I will totally not miss it. The birds chirping in the trees… the gentle waves against the shore… the screams of failed applicants echoing through the wild… This is also my last day of scoring. I will probably be gone by the time anyone reads this… Yeah, cooped up in a motel room or curled up on the ground somewhere remote. So I will say this only once.

Goodbye suckers!

I couldn't figure out how to format this chapter, so it turned out to just be a bunch of journal entries :P