Chapter 2

Kat went home sat in her room and switched on TV without saying anything to anyone the news was just starting a female news reader who looked just like every other female news reader was saying "The Battle Royale due to take place this weekend will have to be delayed or cancelled completely due to the death of the entire selected class before the start of the event and….I'm just being told that eyewitness reports are saying that seven students never boarded the bus with the rest of the class and that one of these seven was screaming that they new the class had been selected, the students already on board became hysterical at this point, refusing to co-operate they then had to be terminated by government officials. The Battle Royale Programme has been running three times a year for the past 60 years in this country, the postponed event was set to be the most brutal yet to celebrate 180 successful Battle Royales…"

The phone rang it was Tom "Babes what happened today? Are you ok?" Kat new he was only concerned and that was what she normally loved about him, the fact that he always had time for her. But right now she just wanted to be left alone. "I'm fine" she eventually replied "I'm sorry about today"

"What are you sorry for? You saved the lives of seven people"

"But that's just it Tom I'm not sure if I did"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a feeling I'm getting, like were still not safe"

"Well yeah, I mean lets face facts the way they slaughtered the rest of the class when they tried to get off the bus it wouldn't be surprising if they came looking for us"

"No I don't mean that I mean it's like there is something here all the time like at any moment……." She let the words trail off, she knew Tom understood her.

Brock Becker was just leaving the gym after another hour and half session he headed towards the desk to pay "that's the fourth time this week" the receptionist noted "you're going to kill yourself"

"I plan to live for a long time yet" Brock informed her "is that drinks machine working yet"

"Nah the guys there fixing it now"

Brock turned around to see a middle aged balding guy doing something to the back of the vending machine

"Ok so you know the drill just sign here and away you go" the receptionist explained smiling handing Brock a pen

"Interesting pen" Brock commented "is it a pen or a knife?" he enquired noticing the blade on one end

"A bit of both it's a pen and letter opener in one"

"I've got the machine working" the workman declared as I was loading drinks cans into the open front of the machine

Brock was signing his name on the payment form as the machine malfunctioned; throwing cans everywhere one flew towards Brock at such speed it caused his head to fly forwards landing directly on the sharp end of the pen bursting his eye, a mixture of red black and grey liquids was leaking out of his eye onto the desk. The receptionist screamed