"oh my god" bridgette cried turning into geoffs chest. "fuck." duncan said walking up to the body to examine the wound. 'hm, a clean cut. had to be a sword or a really sharp machete.' standing up duncan told everyone, "everyone sit down. we all need to talk." after everyone sat down duncan began talking to them trying to ease over the obvious tension.
"ok, apparently theres someone else on the island. now if you will all remember the horror movie challenge. the most important rule was dont go off on your own. well guess what, this" he said pointing to the corpse of their former cast mate "is what happens when you dont follow that rule. im taking charge since i have combat experience, if you have a problem with it you can get the fuck out and try on your own because i dont plan to let everyone here die because of one dumbass. now who has a problem with it?" he spoke to the crowd "yeah right theres no way in hell im listening to some nobody like you if you want to live youll come with me." heather said in her bitchy 'im better than you' voice "im with you, i dont want to be any where near duncan." courtney said walking up to her with justin, noah, cody, katie and sadie following behind. "dont let the door hit you on the ass on your way out." gwen shouted as they walked out. "now that thats settled lets start looking for weapons im gonna stay here and watch the door. geoff you have my knife so you stay here too. move." duncan said sitting in front of the door with his gun in hand geoff right beside him.
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(A/N like i said before im lazy so im just gonna say what everyone has found as a weapon A/N)
beth: a mop
bridgette: knife
dj: meet clever
duncan: m92f pistol
eva: fists
geoff: duncans millitary bowie knife
gwen: hammer
harold: numchucks
izzy: peace of 2x4
leshawna: broom
lindsay: forgot what shes doing
owen: ate instead of finding weapon
trent: guitar
tyler: hockey stick
after seeing the weapns that his team had he decided it would be best to split into two other teams "ok team 1 me, bridgette, geoff, dj, gwen, harold, and tyler. the rest of you are team two. we need to search for a map and possibly a way off the island." ducan said as he lead his squad out into the dark night in hopes of finding a means of escape. "so duncan how long have you been in the millitary and for that matter why were you in there. i cant immagine you inlisting to fight for your country." gwen said walking nest to duncan who was keeping a sharp eye out for the islands new torrist. "i didnt inlist, i was drafted. its a new program where the millitary can take anyone over the age of 16 whos in juvy and force them to fight. and the only reason i was in juvy is for punching courtney's brother for hitting her."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~flash back two and a half years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"your dating this trash!" courtney's brother yelled ponting to duncan. "im trash have you looked in a mirror lately!" duncan retaliated getting pissed. "dont make me kill you fucker!" her brother shouted pulling out a pocket knife. "no he's not worth it put that away." she said her brothers arm. "what do you mean im not worth it you fucking bitch?" duncan questioned walking up to them. "im gonna show you your inside for saying that!" courtneys brother yelled hitting her causing her to fall to the floor. once he was free he charged duncan only to be punched in the face giving him a broken nose.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~two hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
courtneys brother laughed and courtney smiled as duncan was forced into a police car. "im gonna get you, you son of a bitch!" duncan threated as they drove to the police station.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"ok next. duncan paine. weve looked over your record and it seems like your a perfect candidate." a man in millitary uniform said looking over the teen "candidate for what?" duncan asked feeling slightly uneasy. "for the u.s marines congratulations youve been drafted." 'oh shit'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~one year later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"shooting over your head are live .50 caliber rounds if you stand up ill be sending you home to your mama in a garbage bag. the objective is to get to the other side of the field without getting hit. is that understood?" the drill seargent barked. "yes sir!" the squad chorused as they went down to the field to begin. crawling down duncan was beside his friend kirk trying to make it all the way. "im not gonna make it!" kirk shouted "yes you are. keep crawling!" duncan said trying to help his friend. "no no i give up!" shouted kirk standing up getting hit by several rounds. "seace fire!" the drill seargent ordered. "no kirk! get me a medic!" duncan shouted holding his friend as blood soaked onto both their uniforms. "why kirk why?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~present day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
gwen looked at him in aw seeing that his outlook on things had deffinatly drastically changed. but the question is was it for the better?
