Disclaimer: I don't own Battle Royale or any of the concepts related to it. This is just something I've written for fun.

Rating: I'm giving this the M rating for violence and language. Probably some sort of sexual content but definately rape/attempted rape. Heck, even the premise of high schoolers being forced to murder each other warrants that, don't you think?

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who has been reading the fanfic. I know it might seem kind of slow now but I promise the action will pick up soon. My goal with the students is to characterize them so that you can get a feeling and understanding for them.

Chapter 2

"Rise and shine class!" a voice shouted. Tyler awoke on a carpeted floor. His classmates were ally lying around him. All of their bags were scattered on the floor as well. The room looked like a hotel lobby only somewhat smaller. There was a reception desk and behind it were mail slots and a rack of keys. Standing in front of the desk was a man in a business suit that he didn't recognize, Mr. Jones and two men in military uniforms. The two military men had machine guns. All the students woke up feeling completely disoriented. Some found their friends and began to talk; asking each other what was going on. They also began inspecting the silver collars that they each were wearing. "Class, be careful with those collars. Don't pull too hard or they'll explode," Mr. Jones said.

Everyone who was touching their collar jerked their hands away quickly. "Sit down and we'll tell you what is going on," Mr. Jones explained.

Tyler sat down cross-legged beside of Mick. All the students looked to Mr. Jones, although some of the kids were still whispering. "This is Mr. Coleman, he has a very important announcement to make," Mr. Jones explained.

The man in the suit straightened his tie and cleared his throat. "W.H. Taft Memorial High School, Senior Class A has been selected for the twenty-fifth anniversary Battle Royale Program," he explained.

The class began to panic. This couldn't be possible! They had studied a brief history of the program in their civics class. During the Battle Royale Program the students had to kill each other until there was only one survivor. Whitney Vincent (Female 20) screamed. Her bulging eyes seemed to protrude from her skull even more. Kim Magdalene grabbed her and calmed her down a little. Mr. Coleman pulled a gun from his coat and fired it into the ceiling twice. All the students grew silent and gave him their attention as they huddled closer together. "Calm down everyone. This is a moment you should be proud of," Mr. Coleman said as he put the gun back in his shoulder holster. "Twenty-five years ago the first Battle Royale was held here in North America. Battle Royale was passed by the Legislature as a way of preparing the youth of this nation for their future. The world is a harsh place and tragedy can strike at the unlikeliest of moments. One must be ready for the unexpected. The Republic of Greater East Asia instituted this program long ago with fantastic results and our country followed suit. It just so happens that we have the very first winner of the North American Battle Royale with us today," Mr. Coleman explained.

Mr. Jones spoke up. "Students, I won the first ever American Battle Royale Program. That's how I lost my hand. I had a nasty incident with a shotgun. But I worked hard and I prevailed. This game will test your mettle and bring out the worst in some but it will bring out the best in many," Mr. Jones said.

The students were shocked. Mr. Jones won a Battle Royale? That was almost impossible to believe. He didn't seem like he could or would hurt anyone. He was so mild-mannered and giving of himself. "Now, let's get things moving. I'll start with a brief review," Mr. Coleman began. Two more guards wheeled in a tall blackboard. Mr. Coleman picked up a piece of chalk and began to draw. He drew a rectangle. "Here is the battleground. If you go outside these boundaries your collar will explode. Some of you may feel inclined to test that fact but rest assured I am not lying. Here is the river. Here are the three bridges that cross the river. The hills and mountains are steeper to the north-east and the land is flatter toward the south-west. You are here, in the Mountain Shade Bed and Breakfast."

Mr. Coleman went on to explain about the danger zones. Every six hours he would announce the deaths of students and also call off three zones of the battlefield. These zones would be off limits and the students' collars would detonate if they went into that area. "As soon as the last person leaves the bed and breakfast perimeter this zone will become dangerous. Any questions before we start?" The guards wheeled in a rack with all the duffel bags on it and Coleman awaited any questions. These bags would contain food, water, a map of the area, a flashlight, a compass and their weapon. "Why were we chosen?" Lucas Pierre (Male 14) asked. He was on the soccer team and was best friends with Francois Lacroix (Male 9). Francois was best known for his activities with the disabled students of the school

"Well, it seems that we have one of your classmates to thank for that. If it weren't for one student, none of you would be here," Mr. Coleman said.

"It was Kate!" a student yelled pointing at Kate Matsura.

It was William Andrews (Male 1). He was standing and rushed toward Kate. "She was the one that worked with the teachers to plan the field trip! It's her fault!" he shouted.

Kate jumped to her feet as well and was surrounded by her friends, Melanie and Sonia. "I did not!" Kate screamed. "I had nothing to do with this!"

William shoved Kate roughly and she fell back against Sonia and Melanie. David Parker (Male 13) was in front of William before anyone realized it. David sucker-punched him and sent him reeling. "Don't you ever let me catch you doing something like that again asshole!" David growled.

William was now being held back by the arms of Mick and Tyler. He pulled fiercely at them but he was no match for the both of them. Kate glared at him and Sonia put up her middle finger at him. "Thanks for the chivalry, Dave, but I coulda handled that sheet-stain," Kate said.

"You've got a feisty group, Jones. Already, they're looking to blame each other and tear their throats out. The real culprit is a young man. He's wanted by the government, in fact." Mr. Coleman said with a laugh. Aaron Roberts (Male 16) stiffened up. He looked around the room warily waiting for something to be said. "Your classmate Adam Leigh (Male 9) is a popular man with government agencies. I wonder if any of you knew that his father is Benjamin Rainwright?"

There was a silence among the students. Their eyes turned to Adam. Benjamin Rainwright was a domestic terrorist responsible for the bombings of twelve government buildings. Some of his subordinates had been captured but he had never been apprehended. He was among the country's Ten Most Wanted. It couldn't possibly be true. Adam didn't share a last name with the terrorist and beside he didn't even look similar to the photos that had been circulating the news channels.

"We've been trying to find a way to get Ben Rainwright for a long time. What better way to draw him out than to take his only son. I've got to hand it to you, Aaron. You sure were hard to track down. So class, make sure you thank him for what he's done for you," Mr. Coleman said.

Adam sat on the floor next to Caroline Gibson (Female 6). He could feel all of the other students' eyes on him. Adam was always a mysterious guy. He usually kept to himself. Then he started dating Caroline. They were quite an item, then they broke up for reasons that no one knew. "If there are no more questions, we'll get this started. I'll call out the names and you each will leave in two minute intervals," Mr. Coleman said.

"Wait, you can't be serious. What about Julie?" Joshua Preston (Male 15), one of Peter's friends demanded.

"And Brock!" Francois yelled. "You can't do this to him!"

Julie Boone (Female 2) was also a close friend of Peter Lucianus. She was eight months pregnant and her belly was massive. Brock McNeil (Male 12) was an autistic student that Francois had worked with for a couple of years.

Mr. Coleman rubbed his eyes and sighed, "Always thinking of yourselves as special I see. Don't you see? Each one of you can be a hero. This edition of the Program can draw out a terrorist that is destroying buildings and killing people! This is simply a case of the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the many. I understand if you don't see that now; you're young. You aren't expected to understand things of this magnitude."

"Don't worry students. I have faith in you," Mr. Jones said. "Think of it as a final exam, only the very best one of you will pass it. Work hard students. This will take you places."

Mr. Coleman pulled an envelope from his pocket and ripped it open. He pulled out a piece of paper. "The first contestant to leave is Female 5, Michelle Freeman," Mr. Coleman said with all the excitement of an award presenter at the Academy Awards. Michelle was a nice girl but Tyler couldn't think of anything to say about her. He didn't really know her. He had seen her around other people but he didn't socialize with her. She stood up nervously and looked around. She wasn't moving. Tyler could tell that she was terrified. "Sweety, if you don't move we'll be forced to kill you now, and we don't need that do we?"

Michelle walked to the front and received her duffel bag. She went out a side door where the armed guards hustled her through. Tyler felt the lump in his throat grow even bigger. The Program had begun.

44 students remaining.