4: Being Remembered
The sounds of rustling leaves and braking branches flow through the forest. (Male Student #20) Benjamin Barnes sprints through the forest. The sound of gunfire echo's through his head. Since the gunfire was heard only a measly half hour ago Benjamin had not stop running. His tall, lanky body maneuvers around the vegetation. He hasn't even looked through his military bag yet. He just clutched onto it as he ran.
He could only assume that the gunfire game from the Hospital. As soon as he exited the hospital he had been approached by Claire Ritter. She had this ridiculous plan to attack the hospital. It was basically suicide Benjamin thought. I won't die like that! Benjamin continues to dash through the forest. Where's the glory in that! Who is gonna praise the dead? The winner is the only one truly remembered. Sweat continues to roll down his face. His breath becomes shallower. No time to brake got to run. The echoes of the gunfire run through his head again. No, not like that!
As Benjamin goes to jump over a log his long legs doesn't quite make it over. There was no time to retain any balance or grab a hold of any tree near by. He trips over the logs and goes crashing into the ground. Benjamin lies there in intense pain. He flips himself over as he tries to retain from getting the wind knocked out of him. He lies in pain for a bit then manages to lean himself against a tree.
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Benjamin's head starts to throb. Dammit! He touches his forehead and feels a moist substance where the majority of the throbbing game from. He brings his hand to his line of sight. A very faint sight of red was on his fingers. Anger fills his body and he punches the ground he's sitting on. I haven't even come across anyone and I'm already signing my will. Benjamin lets out a sigh as he leans his head onto the tree. He takes some more moments to catch his breath.
The night was cold and the air was dry. A shiver runs down Benjamin's back. The chill created goose bumps up and down his arm. His eyes gaze over to his bag. It's about time he finds out what is in it. He pulls the bag toward him and slowly unzips it. A flat circular board pops out. Was it a dart board? Benjamin just stared at it. Dammit! It couldn't be a gun. He searches through his bag some more hoping there would be another weapon. There wasn't any. There were only ten plastic packs, each pack containing eight darts and all the supplies that they told them was going to be in there. He pulls out one of the water bottles from his bag and pours it on the gash on his forehead. Then he takes his sleeve and runs his arm across his wound. A sharp pain ran through his head as he wipes it. As he brings his arm down a deep red smear ran down the length of the sleeve.
It's been long enough it's time to get moving again. Benjamin lifts himself up and that's when he noticed the tree he had been leading on had no bark. If he had his pocket knife he would carve his name into the tree but since they changed their clothes he was out of luck. He looked back at the plastic packs. He takes one of them and pulls the plastic container releasing all eight darts. As they fall to the ground he gets a hold of one and pulls off the safety plastic and starts to carve his initials into the tree. Slice by slice the wood comes off of the tree until the initials B.B were perfectly carved into it. Benjamin lets out a sigh. It's another place I've been and it won't be the last.
"Aa-choo!" A sneeze comes out of some vegetation a good thirty feet away.
Benjamin's eyes widen. He quickly grabs all the darts the fell on the ground and slowly creeps his way to where the sound came from. This is it, Benjamin! Time to make yourself known.
He peeks his head through the bushes to witness (Male Student #6) Wayne Kennedy eating one of the supplied bread. He was the weakest member of Veronica Solis' gang. Not that he's a weakling but he was more manageable than the others. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his very hairy arms. For a 9th grade boy he was unusually hairy. During gym class, when they got to use the pool, he looked like a chimpanzee that decided to put on a swimsuit after recently escaping from the Zoo. But this didn't matter now. All Benjamin could think about now was his first target.
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Benjamin's eyes slowly trickle down to the weapon in Wayne's hands. It was a knife or some kind of dagger. It was hard to see in the moonlight but it looked like a Double-Bladed Knife. Not a gun! Time to shine. People will remember me. Benjamin Barnes winner of the first American Battle Royale. Benjamin takes the rest of the safety plastic caps off of the several darts in his hand. He raises one of the arrows and makes a few practice motions. Just like a game of darts aim for the bullseye. Benjamin takes one last deep breath as he throws the dart toward Wayne's head.
The dart goes with great speed into Wayne's throat. "Aaaaaarrgggggghhhh!!" As Wayne lets out a cry the dart in his throat pieces the inside even more as his Adam's apple moves up and down to produce sound. Wayne pulls the dart out of his throat and throws it to the ground.
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Wayne grabs his Double Bladed Knife and charges at Benjamin. He slices though the air. Somehow, as Wayne barged through the bushes, Benjamin managed to dodge his knife. Benjamin takes the seven remaining darts in his hand and jabs them all in Wayne's back over and over. Wayne gives out another screeching yell. Blood squirts out of the hole in his neck.
Wayne takes his knife and slices Benjamin's arm. Out of reflex Benjamin lets go of the darts leaving them in Wayne's back. Dammit! Benjamin realized he left his bag with the remaining darts back where he carved his name into the tree. Benjamin escapes Wayne's grip and dashes to where he left his bag. Wayne struggles to remove the darts from his back as he chases after Benjamin. It's all me. I will be remembered!
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Benjamin slides into his bag causing dirt and dust to circle around him. He tries to peal off the plastic containers but the pain in his arm kept making him loose his grip. Before Benjamin could open the package Wayne swung his knife again. Benjamin quickly grabs the dartboard and uses it to stop the blow of the blade. The blade pierces right through the center of the dartboard. The blade remained inside. Benjamin lifts his leg and kicks the dartboard toward Wayne's face.
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The dartboard falls to the ground. Wayne stays standing up in a zombie like state. The dagger didn't seem to pierce his face. Wayne falls to the ground. Benjamin slowly approaches Wayne's body, opening another pack of darts just in case. He puts his finger on Wayne's neck. He was dead. A sigh of relieve escapes Benjamin's mouth. One down, more to go. Soon everyone will know me! Benjamin sees a few darts still in Wayne's back. He reaches over to grab them when he notices a marble size hole in his back. Blood flowed out of it. That's when he notices the same hole in the front. That's weird… Maybe he hit him in the chest. Pull yourself together. Play to win. Be remembered!
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The back of Benjamin's head was now blown off his body. His blood splattered against the vegetation. His initials are now ingrained with his blood. Benjamin's lifeless body falls down next to Wayne's.
From a far off distance from a precipice on the southern mountains (Male Student #3) Dean Miller produces a smile as he reloads his M95 Sniper Rifle.
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