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Part One: The Beginning Of The End

Hour 1: 42 Students Remaining

Day 1

1am

The Beginning Of The End by Spineshank

The irritation we're pretending not to show has replaced the motivation that I had not long ago.

I know that I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you forget it.
I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you resent it.
I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you regret it.
I, I don't ever wanna be never wanna be never wanna be.

It's the beginning of the end I don't know where we lost control.
It's the beginning of the end and I know that I am all alone.

Interrogation has replaced the trust we had.
Your misguided accusations helping me to turn my back.

I know that I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you divide it.
I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you deny it.
I, I don't ever wanna be the one to make you deprive it.
I, I don't ever wanna be never wanna be never wanna be.

It's the beginning of the end I don't know where we lost control.
It's the beginning of the end and I know that I am all alone.

I though that we would find our way.
I thought our lives would be okay.
I thought that you believed in me.
But now it seems so far away.

The life we knew before is gone.
There is no compromising.
The life you save will be your own.
To find your inner senses.

It's the beginning of the end I don't know where we lost control.
It's the beginning of the end and I know that I am all alone

Boy 1 Abraham Beckham takes his very first step out into the playing field, one step closer to the end of his life. It is pitch black outside, the only source of light being the moon. The cold night air fills Abraham's lungs as he takes his first look at the environment of the program. He quickly descends the two-step staircase before him and is faced with a dilemma. To his left is a sidewalk that continues off into the darkness in the distance, in front of him are some trees that are part of a forest and on his right is an open field that also leads off into the darkness. But which way should he go? Which way? The sidewalk might lead to shelter, but then won't everybody head there then? If I go right I'll be totally exposed, so... He quickly sprints off into the forest, forced into action by the sound of the door opening behind him, alerting him of the next contestant's arrival.

Abraham is 5'7"ft, has short light brown hair and is very skinny. He is a loner, not because he chooses to be, but because nobody likes him. All of his classmates are jealous of his family's massive amount of wealth and regard Abraham as a spoilt little rich brat. Abraham lives in a huge mansion in the suburbs of Hervey Bay with his parents. His family amassed a huge amount of money after his grandfather founded Medicorp, a pharmaceutical company that produces medical products and equipment. Today the company is worth over 60 million dollars. After his grandfather died, Abraham's father inherited the company and currently Abraham is the heir.

Abraham truly doesn't want the company or its money, he is sick of having everything done for him. He wants to break out and make a name for himself, by himself. But most of all he wants a friend, and wants everyone to stop hating him, he hates his own life enough already. If he ever does inherit the money and company (which would mean Abraham winning) he will give the company away and donate all the money to children's charities. His family isn't aware of his intentions yet, since they want him to follow in his fathers footsteps.

After a few seconds worth of running, Abraham finally reaches the cover of the nearby forest. He ducks down behind a tree and turns his gaze to the school entrance, just to see a female take off running into the open field and into the darkness of the night. Who was that, she had long hair, so it could be Deni Effcans, or maybe Georgie Hall, well it's not like it matters now anyway. He quickly grabs his supply bag and quickly unzips while also keeping watch on the front entrance, to make sure he doesn't receive any 'unwanted' company.

After a few seconds, he finds himself holding something that feels like a gun. He quietly rips it out his supply bag and tries to get a good look at it by using the moon as a source of light. It looks like some kind of sub-machine gun or something (Mac-10). I don't know how to use one of these, but I may have too. He searches through the rest of the supply bag, looking for a manual, but there is none to be found. How the hell do they expect me to use one of these things without giving me a goddamn manual? Well it seems like I'm going to just have to point and pull the trigger and pray to god that it's loaded. He searches the bag some more and finds 7 round box magazines, each full of 32 (9x19mm) bullets. Just think of how easy it would be to just stand in front of the entrance and pick them all off one by one as they leave, and when I run out of bullets I could just go through their bags and take their weapons. But no, I won't play this game, It's wrong, It's sick. All I can really do is try to survive, but if I find anyone in need, I'll do whatever I have to to help them.

He looks at his MAC-10. Even if I have to use this. Someone, anyone, must have some sort of plan to get us out of here, if I can find them, maybe I can survive, but is surviving really all that important. If I survive I'll just end up going back home, having to continuously put up with a butler who keeps offering to wipe my ass for me. But if I escape, I could never return home, I'll have to live on the run for the rest of my life, it would give me chance to do things for myself for once, and maybe, just maybe, I might find a friend...

He puts his MAC-10 back into his supply bag and watches, while still hiding behind the tree, the entrance, having missed the departure of 4 more students...

Girl 7 Prue Quill exits the school building with her supply bag in her hand. Prue is a very intelligent girl. She gets A's in all of her subjects; well all of them accept gym. Not that she doesn't try; she's just not very fit. Prue comes from a normal happy family. Her parents enjoy a happy marriage and she has a younger brother and sister who she loves with all her heart. After graduating from high school she wants to go to med school and wants to be a doctor. She believes that the world needs more female doctors. Bizarrely, Prue hangs out with the jocks and the cheerleaders. Though they just use her for her brain, as she helps them with their work. She doesn't care, she's just happy to have 'friends'.

But Prue knows, she knows that all the cheerleaders and all the jocks are just using her, and as soon as they don't need her anymore she'll get the flick and will be shunned and bullied by them once more. But what was she meant to do; she's never been popular before. But none of that matters now, if I have to kill my classmates to survive, then so be it. I'm the only one worthy of survival; I'm the only one with a fucking future. All I ever wanted to do was graduate, go to med school and become a fucking doctor. I just wanted to help people. It's a bit ironic isn't it, to be able to help people in the future, I have to kill people in the present. Prue has wanted to become a doctor ever since...

Prue is sitting next to her brother Derek in his hospital room; he is lying on the bed in a coma caused by a beating he received at school. Prue is staring at Derek's face, waiting for his eyes to open, her gaze never wandering while she tightly holds his hand while tears well up in her eyes. Wake up, please wake up. Her brother has been in the coma for the past 5 days. Due to the beating, he suffered a broken arm, a broken leg, 4 broken ribs, 3 broken fingers, several knocked out teeth and a broken nose. He was beaten up by 3 boys, each one 2 years older than him and way bigger than him.

The beating was caused by Derek talking to one of the boy's 'girls' and he took out his jealous rage on Derek, helped by his 2 buddies. Don't worry Derek, I'll...I'll become a doctor...I'll become a doctor and I'll help you, but please wake up, I need you, mum and dad are falling apart, please, wake up. The doctor told Prue's parents that the chance of Derek waking up is low, he tried to do it without informing Prue, but she overheard, that's when her world began to fall apart. For the past 3 days Prue has been at Derek's bedside, holding his hand and praying for him to wake up fine and healthy.

Prue and Derek have always been close. When Prue was young, all the other kids use to make fun of her because she has to always wear glasses, but Derek, Derek use to always stick up for Prue, he would always scare away her bullies. Please wake up, I'll protect you from those bullies, I will, I swear, I'll get a doctor degree and I'll help you, I'll always look after you, please wake up, I want my beautiful brother back. Prue puts her head in-between and her knees and bursts into tears. All of a sudden she hears a high pitched beeping sound, she looks up, to see that her brother has flat lined. A nurse bursts through the door and runs over to Derek.

"Derek", sobs Prue...

The boy who killed Derek was sentenced to 1 year at a juvenile penitentiary, while his friends received 7 months. They are free now, free to do it all over again, free to wreck more lives. Prue knows that they haven't changed, nobody ever changes. They should be the ones in this program, if they were here, I would make their life a living hell, I would make them wish that they were Derek, that they died in that hospital instead of him. No more trying to help people, if you try to help people you just end up in some shitty government run game of death. I will win this fucking thing, and instead of becoming a doctor, I'll hunt down those pieces of shit that killed Derek and I'll make them suffer, I'll make them suffer till their very last breath.

Images of death, images of pain, images of suffering, they all flash through Prue's mind like a sick little montage, each one more violent and twisted than the last. But first I must kill all of these pieces of shit that are unworthy of the life that they possess, those cheerleader whores and their faggoty jock boyfriends or "The Angels" as they like to be called, I'll kill em all, they should all have died instead of Derek, he was worthy of life, I'll kill those emos as well, stupid fucks cut themselves so people will feel sorry for them, when I get my hands on them I'll give them more than a little cut...I vow to win, I'm gonna kill everybody on this fucking island, I'll take away the lives that they don't deserve or cherish.

Little did anyone know that Prue would go on to be one of the most vicious and terrifying contestants ever and would go on to win the whole program...

...if she had noticed Boy 6 Luke Monaghan standing to her right, wielding a Smith & Wesson M19. Luke takes aim and fires his M19 at Prue.

BAM

He hits her in the side of the head, the bullet burrows through her head and leaves a gapping hole which causes blood and bits of brain to fall out and hit the ground. Prue falls down the two step staircase and rolls over onto her back, dead. Luke quickly runs over to her body, grabs her supply bag and takes off along the sidewalk, into the darkness.

Girl 7 Prue Quill - DEAD - 41 Students Remaining

Girl 21 Crystal Roberts sprints out of the school, bursting through the exit door with her fists raised, and ready for a confrontation. But the only person there to greet Crystal is Prue Quill, her body lying at the bottom of the small staircase in a pool of her own blood caused by the bullet hole in her head. She has only been at Hervey Bay High for 6 months and in that time she has become one of the stars of the school's female athletics team, second only to Girl 20 Rachel Warren, though she isn't that far behind.

Crystal is a loner by choice and has no friends and plenty of enemies, including the entire school's female athletics team. She doesn't care, she believes that she doesn't need friends; she believes that she only needs success. She is 5'9"ft, reasonably skinny, very beautiful and she has medium length blond hair that is always kept up in a ponytail, except for on formal occasions.

Crystal's parents deeply care about her, but she doesn't let them in, she doesn't let anyone in. She has learnt to rely on her self and her self only. She is bitter rivals with Rachel, as they are always competing for top spot. All the boys take equal interest among both girls, since both are two of the most attractive girls at the school. But only Rachel will return the boys interest, forcing those who like Crystal to admire her from a distance.

After standing at the school's front door for a few minutes, just to make sure there isn't any unwanted visitors, Crystal quickly descends the two-step staircase and quickly skims over Prue's body with her eyes, but her supply bag is nowhere to be seen. Crystal notices a large hole in Prue's head. A bullet hole. That must be from the gunshot I heard earlier back in the school. Somebody's definitely playing the game.

Crystal quickly checks out her surroundings, looking for pathways or any unseen enemies. After finding no threat to her life, she quickly darts off to her right, into the darkness covered open field. Her athleticism proving useful, she covers a large distance in only a few seconds. Crystal is starting to get worried, worried by what isn't there. Aside from that gunshot that went off before and seemingly took the life of poor little Prue Quill, the island has been dead silent.

No gunshots, no explosions, no screams, not even a fucking whisper, what is going on? After finally feeling safe, Crystal ducks down in the darkness and unzips her supply bag. She quickly feels around inside of it. All of a sudden she feels a sharp pain on her right index finger.

"Owwww", Crystal quietly squeals, trying not to be too loud.

Crystal discovers that the source of the pain emitting from her finger is a small shallow cut. She quickly resumes her search through her supply bag, looking for the cause of the cut. After a few seconds she finally finds it, her weapon, a wooden baseball bat with 7 rusty nails lodged in it. Shit, I better not get tetanus. Well ain't like I'm going to live much longer anyway.

Crystal pulls the 'nail bat' out of her bag and rests it on her shoulder, being careful not to cut herself again. She stands up and swings the bat with ease, a 'practice swing' if you will, to check her capabilities with the weapon. I could definitely do some serious damage with this; better keep it nearby, just in case the one who got Prue tries to get me. Crystal cautiously begins to walk towards the other end of the field. After about a minute of cautious walking, which is just a test to make sure the coast is clear; Crystal takes off at top speed again. Her plan is simple. Nobody can shoot me if I'm moving at this pace, nobody can catch me, well, nobody except for Rachel. If they try to attack up close, well, that just gives me a chance to put this thing to use. She begins to toy around with the nail bat as she continues running. If a guy tries to attack me, aim for the groin, if it's a girl, aim for the face. Most of the air headed girls here will probably worry more about their ruined face rather than the immediate threat to their life sticking out of their head anyway.

Crystal doesn't really want to kill anyone, but she will if she has to. I have to survive, I have to succeed. I have a bright future ahead of me, which is more than I can say about these 'classmates' of mine. If there is anyone on the island who Crystal wouldn't mind killing, it would be Rachel Warren. Ever since Crystal beat her on the 500 metre dash, Rachel has been trying to make Crystal's life a living hell. Thanks to her friendship with 'The Angels', Rachel managed to spread a rumour around the school that involved Crystal, a goat, a cheese grater and that geeky guy from Home Ec named Devon.

But Crystal doesn't let Rachel get to her; she doesn't let anybody get to her. She acts as though it doesn't bother her, but deep down there is a part of her that doesn't want to be alone anymore. All of the other girls on the school's athletics team talk shit about her behind her back. She can definitely picture herself cracking a few of their heads open with her nail bat. But she mustn't let her inner rage take her over, the rage that has been building up inside of her the last few years...