Chapter 1
Day One
Jimmy awoke in some sort of classroom. He then noticed the cold metallic feeling on his neck. Before he could get a chance to prod at it, someone spoke. "I wouldn't do that."
Jimmy looked towards the door and saw a man dressed in a suit. He had long, black hair and wore it down his back. There was a weird insignia on one of his arms. It looked as if it was government issued, but Jimmy couldn't tell from which country. What Jimmy really hated was the smirk that the man had. "What is this," Jimmy yelled, his temper was off the scale.
"You'll know soon enough," the man countered. His voice was calm and arrogant. It was maddening! Jimmy wouldn't like nothing better than to give this guy a good zap with his laser watch, or at least letsomething else have a crack at him. The defective nanobots would do, his shrink ray also, or Goddard. Goddard would show thisguy a lesson. At that point, Jimmy noticed the other desks in the classroom. There were people in them, mostly all of them around his age! Knocked out!
"What is this," Jimmy demanded again.
"I said you will know soon enough, for a genius you sure are hard headed." Once again the thought of zapping the guy with a laser came to mind. Wait a second, his wrist watch, it would be a piece of cake to break out of here with it. Jimmy stood up, before he was able to take aim two armed men in army fatigues marched in.
"I suggest you have a seat, Mr. Neutron." With a scowl he sat. He didn't want to be in a gun fight with a couple of guys from the military carrying full automatic rifles. Just then someone from across the room start to stir. She seemed to be of Japanese decent, and at the same time, she wasn't, maybe one of her parents? She had on a long blue sweater that almost reached to her knees, she also wore glasses.
"Ugh…what is this…my head." Everyone else was gradually regaining consciousness.
"Allow me to introduce myself," the guy in the suit announced, "my name is Sakamochi, and I will be your instructor for the next few days. Now that you all are awake, we can begin."
"Begin what," the girl with the blue sweater asked. She must have been the quiet type in her class; her voice was barely audible, even in this situation.
"The game of course!"
"Game," half of the class responded.
"That's right; you all have been bought here to play the game. The way to win is to be the last person standing. Better yet, the last person alive," Sakamochi explained.
"Alive," most of the class protested.
"And if we refuse," the blue sweater girl asked.
"Then you die right here, plain and simple."
"You wanna die lil lady," one of the armed guards taunted as he swaggered towards her. Jimmy thought he hated the guy in the suit, but this guard he hated with a passion. As soon as the guard got close to the girl, another girl stood and punched him in the eye! She was a kid the same age as Jimmy, but was able to knock down a grown man! This girl had on a pink dress, the real distraction was the unibrow! The other guard shot, the bullet hit her shoulder.
"What are you doing," another kid stood up. He had on black pants, a white t-shirt with a purple vest. This time the man in the suit got involved. He pulled out a switchblade and threw it. It landed in between the kid's eyes. He was dead before his body hit the floor. The whole class nearly insane, they were only kids! But yet there was blood and gore around!
"Now that you all understand the seriousness of the situation, we can resume." At that moment, one of the guards left the room. "Since your survival is a stake, you all should get to know some basics about each other. So starting from the front, I want you to stand and introduce yourself." Jimmy couldn't believe what was going on. He had never seen death, let alone a gruesome one at that. He suddenly became squeamish, how could anyone do that to another living thing?
The first person stood, he was a short and stocky kid. He wore a blue baseball cap and a white t-shirt that was too small, his stomach stuck out. The blue sleeveless over shirt did not help to cover anything either.
"H-h-harold Berman," he stuttered. Jimmy's thoughts wandered, he only caught a few introductions. The girl with the blue sweater was named Phoebe Heyerdahl. The girl in the pink dress that came to her aid was named Helga. Other than that, Jimmy's own mother could have been in the class and he wouldn't have noticed.
The guard that left had returned in the middle of introductions with a dolly loaded with green knapsacks. Sakamochi picked one up. "In this bag, you will find some necessities for survival, water, a compass, a map, a weapon, and other things. You are to pick up one of these bags as you leave." He then picked up a piece of chalk and drew a crude picture on the worn blackboard he stood in front of. "This is a freehand version of the map of the island. The map is marked off in sections such as A1, B2, D5, and so on. These four things right here," he explained pointing away from the main land, "are boats. If you try to escape, they will shoot you on sight. These collars on your necks monitor your vital signs. They also serve as a tracker. If you wander into a protected zone, the collar will activate, and you will die. If you try to take the collar off, it will activate, and you will die."
Someone raised their hand. She was a lot bigger than most of the people in the room. Her face wasn't exactly friendly either. "How are we suppose to know where the protected zones are?" Half of the class expected to see another gun shot or switchblade
"That a good question," Sakamochi answered. "Protected zones will be called out to you all via intercom. You should make off what they are on your map, any more questions?" The class was silent. "good. You can use anything you find at your disposal. Also, you can use anything you may have in your possession. Every five minutes, you will grap a bag and leave the classroom one by one. After the last person leaves, the school will become a protected zone. That concludes the introduction, the game starts as soon as you set foot outside this classroom. Have a good night.
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