Chapter 2
Day Two

Morning came, Jimmy could not sleep a wink all night. He tried sleeping under a large rock, but he was afraid that someone would come and take his life in the night. The area was quiet. The whole island was quiet. He wondered if everyone was as scared as he was.

'Wait a minute,' he thought to himself, 'I'm Jimmy neutron, boy genius! I'll figure out a way out of this! If only I had Goddard. Whatis Goddard doing now?' Jimmy remembered that he was captured too. What if Goddard has already been deactivated. Batteries drained and pieces scattered all over the island, or even worse, over the milky way. Then it him, his watch! Right now it is only able to access the video screen at the lab, but maybe with a little work and a lot of luck, he could track Goddard!

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"So what do you think Sakamochi," the armed guard that was punched by Helga asked.

"I'd have to go with this one," Sakamochi answered by pointing to a name on the list.

"The big grey kid huh?"

"That's right. He's a bully at his school, and almost everyone that knows him has been on the end of their fair share of wedgies," Sakamochi answered. "Then again, there was that one that slugged you, HA!"

"I should have shot her dead right there," the guard said, rubbing his eye.

"She won't last long with a bullet in her shoulder," Sakamochi confermed.

"The bullet hit her, but it was just a flesh wound, I say I go out and find her for a little payback."

"She's apart of the game now, we are not to interfere while the game is in progress. Besides, you step outside these school walls and those kids won't hesitate to kill you."

"I'd like to see them try it!"

"The girl in the pink wasn't trying, but she was able to knock you flat on your ass. Just hope that she'll crack under the pressure."

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"Hello, what's this," Phoebe asked to herself. Ever since she left the school, she had tried her best to think of a way out of the situation. She thought all night, but to no avail. Now her plan was to avoid everyone as much as possible, which led her to dig through her knapsack and see how long she could last with the supplies at hand. She recalled that there was suppose to be a weapon in the bag. What she found wasn't lethal, but it was one of the best things she could have at the moment, a bullet proof vest! She really had a chance to wait this whole thing through while wearing that! Before she had a chance to put it on, a few twigs broke and leaves crunched behind her. Someone was coming! She quickly and quietly packed her things and crept away.

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It was noon before Jimmy's watch showed a signal of what he hopped to be Goddard. "Eureka," Jimmy shouted, his voice echoed. That was a mistake, and he knew it. He grabbed his bag of supplies and sprinted in a random direction.

"Jimmy wait," a voice called out. Jimmy stopped, it was against his better judgment but he stopped.

"I know that voice," he said to himself. "Brittney?"

Sure enough, Brittney showed herself. The usual pigtails she had her hair in were gone. It now reached the middle of her back. He eyes were red, she must have cried herself to sleep, woken up and cried some more. The two of them just stood there for a moment.

"Are you OK," Jimmy asked, breaking the silence. That broke the flood gates, instantly her eyes teared up. She ran to him, held him in an embrace and started to cry again.

"I'm scared Jimmy," she sobbed. Jimmy didn't know what to do. He was consoling her for the moment, but for him to live, she would have to die. Should he kill her right now? Could her tears could be a ruse for him to let his guard down? She could not be trusted, she has to die. NO! He could not think like that. Here she was, crying her heart out, and he was thinking about killing her. He was ashamed. He had no right to call himself a genius. I f he could not think of a way out of this situation, then what does that big brain of his serve?

"It'll be okay," Jimmy tried to sooth her while patting her back, "I'll think of a way out of here soon."

"How," she asked, her crying stopped but her voice still cracked.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something."

"But what about the others?"

"Others," Jimmy asked, he started to regret not paying attention during introductions

"A lot of people from our class are here: Nick, Cindy, Libby, Sheen, Butch, Carl. There all out here somewhere."

'Carl and Sheen,' Jimmy thought. That left a bad image in his mind, the thought of Carl and Sheen dying in some gruesome way. Even Cindy had been captured! Surely she should have been able to avoid ending up here. Would she die here too? Another gory image flashed, and Jimmy's heart ached. "Have you seen anyone else," he asked, trying to forget the image.. Brittney shook her head.

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"Look over yander, there's Sid," a tall boy with a giant nose said. Sid was a friend of his who was able to pull together a group meeting before he left the classroom. TellingStinky to meet him at the northern most point of the map was wrisky, but it paid off.

"What good isif were together," the kid with the blue cap and small white shirt asked. Those who paid attention during day one knew his name, Harold Berman. "We're all gonna die!"

"Stop crying ya big baby!"

"Shut up Stinky! People are dying! Isn't that right Sid?" By now Stinky and Harold were right behind Sid, his back was facing them.

"Harold you know Sid must be worse off than the both of us."

"Not really," Sid said.

"Huh," Stinky and Harold asked in unison.

"I did some thinking last night," Sid continued. "I was on the fence on what we should do. Should we do what they expect and play the game, or find a way to escape"

"That's easy," Harold squealed, "We gotta get out of here! We can't kill off Arnold or Gerald or Lyla or anyone else!"

"Sid, what are you getting' at here," Stinky asked., he started to get suspicious. There was that one time when Sid tried to 'eliminate' him with a plastic sword, but that was a while ago, the hatchet had been buried since then.

"Well," Sid started up again, "I couldn't decide on what to do so I flipped a coin. Heads I would try to escape and tails I would play the game."

"Wait Sid, think about what you are saying," Stinky said, his voice wavered. Sid did not hesitate. He reached into his knapsack and pulled out a 9mm. Two shots, two loud thuds against the ground.

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"Did you hear that," Brittney asked.

"Sounded like…gunshots, did someone else just…" Jimmy couldn't say it. Those bullets might have been for Carl, Sheen, or anyone else from their class.

"Jimmy, do you think that could have been someone we know?"

"Lets not think about it. Any idea where we are?"

"There's supposed to be a map in our bags." The bag! Jimmy hadn't taken so much as a peek inside his. He sat down and rummaged through it and froze when he felt something metallic. Inside was a long steel chain with a hooked blade at the end. It felt heavy in his hands. Was he expected to murder his classmates with this?

"What did you get," he asked. Brittney pulled out a crossbow. She stared at it for a couple of seconds, her eyes threatened to tear up again.

"You take it," she said handing the weapon over, "I don't think I could…" Jimmy nodded. He didn't want the thing any more than she did. At the same time, he knew that she is a wreck, and holding the crossbow would only make matters worse. The next thing was the maps. From what they could tell, they were a few minutes away from a field. The field was a stone's throw away from the school, which was smack dab in the middle of the island. There were a number of other land marks. A light house was in the north eastern corner. A neighborhood with a few houses was to the south east. A stone hedge formation on the southern tip, and a mountain to the east. For the most part, the west side of the island had no land marks what so ever.

"I hope you have your maps ready students," Sakamochi's voice echoed loudly. "Its time to mark off the protected zones, at three o'clock A1 is off limits, at five E1, and at seven o'clock A2 is protected." Jimmy marked off the maps; Brittney stood over his shoulder and watched. "Now for the obituaries." "Only two people have died, Harold Berman and Stinky Peterson. I will be back tomorrow morning at seven o'clock with the update on deaths, happy killing!"

"So people are dying out there," Brittney noted. Jimmy was silent; he had to think of somewhere where he and Brittney could be safe, at least for a little while.

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Helga's back was pressed firmly against a wall. She heard a gun shot earlier, and then heard the unmistakable sound of abullet hitting the ground behind her. Instantly she went behind a wide stone pillar and waited. She was at a HUGE disadvantage. She dug though her bag earlier and found a butcher's cleaver. Her breath was staggered and her knuckles were white. The knife shook violently in her hand, her shoulder wound was not exactly contributing to the situation either.

"Criminy!" Another shot rang out, she felt the bullet hit the pillar. Helga's mind was running a mile a minute. There was a loud click. Somehow Helga knew she had a window. She charged from behind the pillar with the cleaver high above her head. There was a shadow behind the pillar across from her. There was another shot. She felt something in her stomach. She closed her eyes and swung the cleaver downward. There was a dull crack. Sort of like a watermelon falling and breaking apart on the ground. That sound was followed by a body collapsing. She opened her eyes. As soon as she did so her heard turned to the side violently to the side and she threw up. By all means, Helga G. Pataki was no push over; she ruled the fourth grade of her school with two tools. Old Betsy and the five avengers (her fists), but killing and seeing her handy work in someone's skull was too much.

While keeping her head turned, Helga felt for the gun. After that was found, she tried to pull out the cleaver. It was stuck. Helga tried again, it wouldn't budge. It was time to double her efforts. She put a foot on the head, and both hands on the cleaver handle. The weapon finally pried loose. Helga felt the head deflate under her foot, sort of like an air balloon with a hole in it.

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By the time Brittney and Jimmy reached the neighborhood on the map, night had fallen and said protected zones had been activated. Jimmy held on to the crossbow so tight that the wooden handle had groves of his fingerprints. If he had to use it, he probably would have missed, thus he and Brittney would have been killed. Luckily, they didn't encounter anyone. They went to a random house, it was surprisingly well kept. The island must have been evacuated days before the game began. The inside was dark. Had the power been cut off over the whole island? Even thoughthe lights were off, Jimmy could tell the place was well furnished... There was table in the main room with four chairs around it. Brittney nearly collapsed on the floor. Not that she was exhausted, her nerves were shot. Jimmy continued to examine the rest of the house. On the kitchen counter, he found a glass of water. In the back of the kitchen was a back door. Just to be safe he peaked outside, nothing. Jimmy's shoulders relaxed. He walked back through the kitchen and into the main room. Before he reached where Brittney was sitting, there was a small cracking sound. Brittney's head turned, Jimmy's body span around, the crossbow was pointed towards the kitchen. A closer examination showed that the sound came from the water glass. The ice was melting in the water so it cracked; nothing unusual. Wait a second, a glass of ice water in a deserted house? Someone was here! They could still be here. There was a thump from upstairs. Jimmy cursed himself for not noticing the set of stairs in the main room. Brittney crawled towards the kitchen while Jimmy cautiously made his way up the stairs.