Chapter Three

"Good morning students!" A booming voice came across the island. "The dead are for the boys: Boy 9 Mic Flanders and Boy 10 James Myhre. For the girls, only girl 11 Mossette Lawry. You all need to get on that boys and girls! To make things fun, the danger zones are A5 at six am, B3 at noon, D1 at 6pm and B6 at midnight. Good Luck everyone, and get on that killing!"

Ella shuttered, looking over at Evan. "We're in A1, we need to get moving before it hits six am so we don't get killed her," she said, pulling herself up. Over the night the two of them had taken shifts sleeping, though neither of them had a weapon that could do much good. She had gotten tear gas, and he had gotten a gas mask. How were they supposed to kill people with those two things? Maybe they could bash someone's head in with the gas mask…

"Ella, we need to try and find someone and kill them to get a better weapon. Who do you think wouldn't be able to actually fight in this thing?" Evan asked. He took her hand and started to lead her away from where they were. "You were always more social than I was."

Ella hated thinking things like this. Who would be able to kill, who wouldn't be able to kill… "I don't know. Who knows what people are able to do during times like this. I'm sure Frederic could kill though." She had heard rumors that he had killed someone before. He always creped her out. "How will we know when we're far enough away from A1 not to get killed?"

"If our necklaces not kill us then we're safe," Evan said. "Besides, we should be close to B2 to be fine in a few minuets." He kept a hold of her hand, pulling her along. He stopped when they heard something. "Ella, stay close and don't make a sound," he said softly.

Ella nodded. Evan let go of her hand and held onto her tear gas. "Told onto my shirt and don't let go no matter what, understand?" he said softly. Ella simply nodded again and Evan put his arm behind his back.

"Oooh, look what we have here," Temperance said, smirking as she walked over to them, a Ak-47 in her hands pointed at them. "I was hoping to find someone. And I find two. It'll be able to kill you both at once."

Evan opened the tear gas and threw it at Temperance. He quickly put the gas mask on. Ella soon found her couldn't see. She started coughing and everything burned. She heard gunfire. "Evan? Evan answer me!" Ella managed to get out through her coughing. Her hand was still holding onto Evan's shirt, so.. So he couldn't be dead, right?

Someone pulled her hand off of Evan's shirt and started to pull her away, out of the tear gas. Ella kept coughing. It had be Evan pulling her out, right? The hand let go and person bent down next to her. "Ella, put some water in your eyes to get and help them," Evan said softly.

"Evan!" Ella said brightly, washing her eyes out with one of the bottles of water. "D-did you kill Temperance?" she asked.

"Yeah, and I have her gun. We should be okay for a while now. She had some ammo on her, but not a lot. I don't like this. I'll have to be careful not to run out," Evan said. After a few minuets, when Ella was doing better. "We need to keep moving. We need to find the others and kill them. I'm going to get us out of here."

"B-but… Evan, if it comes down to just the two of us…"Ella couldn't bring herself to think about losing her brother, let alone killing him or him killing her. All of it was just so sad.

"Don't worry about that right now, we just need to live that long," Evan told her. He pulled her off the ground. "I doubt anyone else has something like gas, so there's no reason to keep the gas mask, and the tear gas can't be used again." Evan continued to pull her along.

Evan suddenly shoved Ella behind him as a very bloody Drake came limping up to them. "Evan… you have to help me. Holly's is …" he screamed as a blade was shoved into his back. A kind of circular blade of some kind. Ella hide behind her brother.

"Tch," Evan looked at Holly, who looked afraid for a moment when she saw the gun. Evan frowned, and fired. He watched as her body fell to the ground.

"E-evan…" Ella said, clinging to her brother. "Y-you're killing so many people."

"It's the only way we can hope to live," Evan said simply. He pulled away from Ella and walked over to Holly. He picked up her two circular blades and walked back to Ella. "Here, hold onto theses and use them if you need too."

Ella looked at the blades, still covered in Drake's blood, and she wanted to throw up. "Evan."

"You'll be fine, I promise, now let's get going," Evan held the gun in one hand and grabbed onto Ella's hand with the other. "We need to keep moving. People will hear the gun fire."

Ella nodded and went along with Evan.

After some walking, Evan stopped Ella again. "Damn it! What the hell kind of weapon is this? I can't do anything with this! I'm going to get killed!" Ella knew that voice, it was Zoë.

"Wait here Ella, I'm going to kill her." Ella watched as Evan walked over, trying to be quiet, and just fired. Ella sank to her knees. She heard a scream, and then nothing. He had just killed another person. How could he keep killing people like it was nothing. This was Evan! Evan who never got into fights, who was always so nice was just… killing everyone like it was nothing. She started to cry. Evan was just killing all of their classmates. All of their friends.

Evan came back, covered in Zoë's blood. "I got a little too close, but it seemed like she had a lot of ammo. We won't need to worry about running out now. Hey, Ella. Why are you crying?" Evan asked, bending down next to her. "I told you, I'm going to keep us alive."

"B-but, you're killing everyone!" Ella cried.

"Because that is what we have to do Ella. I'm not asking you to try and kill someone unless you have too. I'm going to protect you." Evan pulled Ella into a hug. "So just trust me and let me do this."

Ella was quiet a moment, trying to calm down. "I-I don't think I can kill anyone."

"That's okay then, I'll do what I can to make sure you don't have too," Evan told her. Letting go, he got up. "Now that we got the ammo we need, let's see if I can get you a gun. I mean, I know you don't want to do kill, but it'll be easier if you just pull the trigger and not have to stab someone."

Ella didn't respond. She didn't think she could kill anyone, much less someone she knew and could possibly care about. She just followed along as Evan started moving again.

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Amani looked down the cliff. At the bottom, managed in the waves was Monique. Amani shook her head. She at least had gotten a butterfly knife, a useful weapon. She wondered what weapon Monique had. It might have been useful if she could have taken it from her. It should be around noon, shouldn't it? She wasn't in a danger zone, so she wouldn't worry too much about that, but she wanted to hear how many people had died.

"Good afternoon students!" A booming voice called over speakers. "The dead are, for the girls: Girl 4 Holly Seffner, Girl 7 Temperance Wells, Girl 14 Monique Dell, Girl 20 Zoë Wentz. For the boys: Boy 1 Drake Pullman. That's 35 left, let's keep it going!"

Amani was right; it was noon. A lot of girls were dying it seemed and Amani thought that it was a bit sad. Oh well, as long as people were dying it would be fine. She almost found this whole thing funny. Her older brother had been apart of the original Battle Royal in Japan. His class was pulled into the horrible kill or be killed situation. Amani could still remember when her parents were told the news. Her mother had started screaming and bursts into tears. Her father had tried to help calm her down, but it seemed to do little good. She could still remember waiting for news of who from her brother's school had lived. She had hoped every night that Daichi would be the one who made it make alive. At the same time, she had a huge crush on one of her brother's classmates and she felt horrible that part of her wanted Taro to be the one who came back.

Daichi came back, but he wasn't the same. Daichi wouldn't talk about what had happened. Amani had begged him to tell him what happed to Taro. She was happy that her brother was the one who came back, but he didn't see it that way. Daichi went into a rage and attacked her, screaming that she didn't want him to be the one who came back alive. He grabbed a near by pen and stabbed it into her arm.

Amani still had a scar from that. They moved to LA California after that. She was getting to that age where she could have been pulled into Battle Royal, and her parents wouldn't let that happen. It was funny, they move here and she gets pulled into it in with the first class of American students she had been apart of. Her brother still wasn't talking with her. He didn't talk with anyone any more. He tended to just sit there and have this gazed off look on his face. He would lash out of people for seemingly no reason. She wondered if she won this game if she would end up like that. She wondered if it was worth winning if the out come was ending up like Daichi. Well, the only way she'd find out is if she won and the only way she would do that by killing people. If Daichi could do it, then she could do it.

"Put your hands up," Morgana said, coming out of a bush, a gun pointed at Amani. She walked put to her, putting the gun to Amani's head. "Any last words?"

Amani just stabbed her in the stomach. Morgana screamed and pulled the trigger. Amani closed her eyes and got ready for… a blank? Morgana got a revolver with blanks? Amani moved further away. Morgana held her stomach, dropping her gun. Amani looked at the gun before looking at Morgana. Amani gripped the knife tightly before going over and stabbing her again and again. She kept stabbing until Morgana stopped screaming. Amani saw she was just covered in blood. So much blood. Amani took out her map. There were some houses near by. Maybe she should go and change so she wasn't so covered in blood. She picked up Morgana's gun before making her way to C3. At least there would be no danger zones in her way.

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Donnica looked down. "Tobin, I want you to kill me. I mean, I don't want to do this. I don't think I can do any of this. I mean… You won't die with me, right? I mean, you need to go and find Frederic… You said he needs him to give you permission to die or something, right?" Donnica was shaking and crying. "My weapon was a drill, so I don't think it would help that much…"

Tobin pulled her into a hug. "You should come with me. I mean, I'm sure Frederic will figure all of this out. Frederic is a genius. If anyone can figure out a way to get off of this island it'll be him." He gently stroked her hair, trying to calm her down.

"N-no! I don't want to go with you to hook up with Frederic just to get killed by someone else. Please Tobin, I want you to be the one to kill me," she said, nestling into his chest. "Please."

"If the lady wants to die, then you should just kill her, get it over with," Dorian said, walking over to them. Next to him was Linex, holding what Tobin knew right away to be a sniper riffle. Dorian was holding what looked to be large sticks. Donnica quickly moved behind Tobin. "If you don't want to do it, I'd be more than happy to just kill you both. Or, Lin here can do it."

Tobin growled some. "You're not going to kill us. I won't let you." He started to reach back into his pocket to grab one of his weapons, throwing knives, when the Lin shot the sniper rife and got a hit in his lower arm. "Damn it!" he cursed.

"Tobin!" Donnica cried. When she moved to help with his wound, Dorian cut her off.

"Don't move. If you move we're going to kill him." Dorian took a step closer to them. A twisted grin suddenly on his face. "Donnica, if you don't want me to just kill Tobin right now, you're going to have to do something for me."

"W-what? I.. I'll do anything just don't kill him," Donnica said, tears in her eyes.

"Donnica, just run and get out of here," Tobin said, holding onto his wound. The bullet had gone right through so he would be able to deal with that. He had to keep himself alive. Frederic would never forgive him if he let himself be killed by people like Linex and Dorian.

Tobin was worried about Dorian though. The boy had every right to want to kill him. Last year, Dorian had done something to piss off Frederic and Frederic asked Tobin to make sure it never happened again. Tobin would do anything that Frederic asked of him, even kill, but killing wouldn't be the best option here. Tobin had fought with Dorian, and in the end Tobin said he gave up. When Dorian was helping him up, Tobin gave him that lovely wound over his eye. Tobin didn't want Dorian near Donnica.

"I want you to strip. Take off all of your clothes and give me a blow job. I've heard you're a little whore Donnica, so it shouldn't be all the hard for you to do it," Dorian said.

Donnica froze. "W-what? I… I…"

"You better do it Donnica, and you're doing something for me afterwards," Linex said.

Dorian laughed. "I always knew you were a dike Lin. Well, get moving Donnica or else Lin is going to shoot Tobin again. We'll make his death slow. He'll be screaming in pain until he dies if you don't do as we say."

Tobin had to do something. Lin had that gun pointed right at him. She was also being stupid. If he had gotten a sniper rife he would be using it to SNIPE PEOPLE! Tobin could let Donnica do this. He also couldn't die. If they tried to run away, it wasn't going to help anything. They would just be shot in the back. No, they'd probably shoot him in the back and grab Donnica. He looked over to Donnica. "Don't do what they say. They'll degrade you and then kill you-" Tobin screamed as he felt another bullet hit him. Damn. He was soon down on the ground. She shot him in the lower leg! He wondered were she was aiming, and somehow doubted she knew what she was doing. He couldn't die! Frederic would… Frederic would hate him and Tobin couldn't die knowing that.

Tobin watched helplessly as Donnica slowly started to undress. "That's right, nice and slow," Dorian said, that sick smirk still on his face. Tobin kept his eyes on Lin, who had that damn gun pointed at him. She was ogling Donnica's now exposed breasts. His girlfriend was topless and working on taking off her jeans. Tobin wanted to tell her to stop, but he knew that would get him shot again. He couldn't afford another gunshot wound.

Donnica was soon standing there naked, trying to cover herself up. "Now, that's not the way we want you. Move those arms of yours and let's see the goods." Tobin could see him drooling all over her, and Lin was no better. Tobin reached back to try and grab a knife again when, another shot rang out. This time, it didn't hit him though.

Tobin looked up and saw Lin laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Dorian took a few steps back. "F-Frederic… Look, I-" Dorian was down the ground as well, both with shots in their head.

Donnica sank to the ground, reaching for her clothes. "Y-you have to help Tobin. He's been shot two times already." She was nearly sobbing.

Frederic. Tobin guessed he owed him his life again. Frederic had a pistol in his hand, and Luke was picking up the sniper rife. Luke handed Frederic the sniper rife, before walking over to Tobin. "This is going to hurt, but I'm going to fix you up." Luke took out a first aid kit. It was a rather large on, and Tobin wondered if they had given him that as a weapon. Luke took out what looked to be a slab of metal and lighter. The lighter was bigger than a normal one, with a much bigger flame. Once Luke felt it was hot enough, he pushed the metal against the two wounds. Tobin screamed as Luke cauterized the wounds. They'd stop bleeding now at least. Tobin didn't even pay much attention to Luke as he finished up putting something else on the wounds before wrapping them up.

"I'm guessing you can't walk anymore. That's alright, have Donnica help you walk. I figured you went and did something stupid and that was why you didn't meet back up with us. James is dead. I want you both to remember that your lives are mine, so what James did was unrespectable. Now, we need to move and find Emily." That was Frederic. He spoke with a commandingness about it that there was no way Tobin couldn't listen to it, follow it's every order and command.

Donnica walked over and helped Tobin up, and let him put most of his weight on her. "Where are we going to start looking for her?" he asked.

"I heard them talking about meeting in C3, so that's where we'll start," Frederic said. He handed Luke the sniper rife. "Now, let's get going."

Tobin nodded. His whole body hurt, but he knew he had to keep going. He was with Frederic now. He was sure they'd make it. Make it to what? To when Frederic would just turn and kill them all? No, he didn't want to think about that right now. He just wanted to keep moving and be thankful both Donnica and himself were fine.

Dead: Girls: Girl 1 Morgana Luis, Girl 4 Holly Seffner, Girl 7 Temperance Wells, Girl 12 Linex Dahl, Girl 14 Monique Dell, Girl 20: Zoe Wentz. Boys: Boy 1 Drake Pullman, Boy 8 Dorian Malloy. 31 Left.