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Tom saw Kiriyama being let into the cottage. The gale force winds tore at his hair and clothes. All I need now is a cape he mused. He looked quite the part with the Katana in his left hand and the Shotgun balanced on his shoulder. Like some hero on the horizon come to save the ignorant townspeople from the evil menace. Justice incarnate. No that sounded silly. Maybe just a kickass warrior come too smite evil. Was that better?

Joe, Brendan and Thomas listened intently as Kiriyama wove his tale of lies and deceit. How he had been dropped off by boat onto the island and caught in an explosion at the hospital. How he had been brutally assaulted with a whip, shot, pierced by arrows and a number of things he made up for effect. And they swallowed it all. They didn't ask why the blood was congealing faster than it should, or how he had survived an explosion that had turned one half of his head into one hideous deformed mess. He told them of someone who was following him, turning everyone against him, who almost cut his arm off. He told them how too recognise him, the sword and gun. He had no doubt that he had picked up the fallen sword. At least he had his Ingram stashed underneath his torn uniform.

Tom made his way up to the cottage. He could hear noises coming from inside. Voices. someone's laying it on pretty thick aren't they? He said to himself. He put the sword down for a moment and pumped his Shotgun, moving a new round into the chamber. A flurry of movement from within made him wish he hadn't.

Thomas heard it first. The three boys leapt up while Kiriyama scuttled towards the unsafe side of the cottage. A loud groaning came from the wood as it protested his presence. He was going to wait it out. He grasped the Ingram under his clothes as a precaution though while shouting, 'IT'S HIM!'. Thomas hefted his bat into a better position and stood by the door ready to swing into the face of whoever was outside. Joe raised his fists and stood on the other side of the door. Brendan lit one of the Molatovs and motioned to Thomas who smashed a window. With a moment of hesitation he tossed the burning projectile into the storm.

That moments hesitation saved Tom. He saw a hand poke out the window with a flaming bottle in its grasp. He blasted the lock off the door and dived through it. He hit the ground rolling. Thomas brought the bat down onto the floor where he had been moments ago sending splinters of wood into the air. Tom turned and, holding the Shotgun by the barrel, swung its stock into Thomas's face. Thomas dropped to the floor and lay still. Tom completed his turn and swung at Joe, aiming for his gut. Joe leapt back then suddenly dashed forward and caught Tom with a left hook to the face followed by a flurry of jabs to his body. Joe made a move to uppercut Tom when he found Tom was no longer there. He felt something metallic on his neck and tried to twist free. Tom was behind him holding the Shotgun by each end and was choking him with it. He found himself gasping for air. Brendan was in the corner trying to light a second cocktail. He tried again and again before it finally caught. He raised his arm to lob it into the fray when Tom let go of Joe and kicked him towards Brendan. His aim fouled by this Brendan let go at the wrong time. The bottle smashed into the side of the Cottage that was dangling over the sea. Kiriyama dashed upstairs to avoid the flames, now licking at the ceiling.

Shit! This whole place'll go up if I don't do something thought Tom. He made a move for the stairs but was stopped by an agonising pain in his right knee. Thomas had swung the nailed bat into the back of it. Tom's leg crumpled from under him. He grabbed his Katana and swung it into the bat, aiming to sever it at the handle. He missed. Instead of feeling the wood of the bat under his blade he felt the flesh of Thomas's wrist. He had put all of his weight into the blow and cut off Thomas's hand. Thomas fell backwards screaming, the bat still embedded in Tom's leg now with the grisly hand still clamped onto the handle. Tom tried to pick himself up but his leg couldn't take it. He collapsed to the floor as the others picked themselves up.

Flames had now engulfed the seaward side of the house, with the entire wall burning. With a loud CRACK the whole cottage tipped and slid a little. One of the support beams had caught fire and snapped. Brendan, Joe and Thomas slid towards the fiery end of the house. Tom stayed pinned to the floor by the bat. There was another CRACK and this time the whole back wall fell away. The full extent of the damage cold be seen now. All the beams were on fire, with two already broken from the strain. Joe screamed as he lost his footing and slid out of the house. Thomas made a mad lunge and grabbed him with his remaining hand. The two lay half in, half out of the house. Flames Licked at Joe's feet and melted his shoes. He screamed and clung onto Thomas.

'Please help me! Shit oh God. For Christ's sake help me!' Joe screamed out as he slipped a little further. Thomas tried to tighten his grip but the blood pouring from his wrist made his grip weak and Joe slipped again. This time Thomas managed to grab the sleeve of his Jumper but the fire had made the material weak. It ripped and Joe slipped again. Thomas felt Joe's hand slipping through his fingers. He tried desperately to keep hold but he couldn't.

'Not cool' Joe managed to say before he was gone, screaming through the air and landing in the churning sea below.

30 students remaining.

To see one of your friends in a room with you, not exactly cheerful but alive and there, then for them to be suddenly gone from the world forever is a terrible thing. Only a moment ago Joe had been with him and now he was gone, with only a chilling scream that was rapidly borne away on the wind to remind him that he had ever been there. Brendan howled in rage. He lit the final cocktail and crawled across the floor to Tom, who was desperately trying to pull the bat from behind his knee.

'You shit!' he spat. Flecks of spittle flew from his mouth and his eyes took on a demonic look. 'You shit!' he repeated again.

'Keep saying that and it'll turn back time you know'

Brendan turned into a face full of pain and blood. His limp form bent backwards and his knees buckled. He fell to the floor and lay still.

29 students remaining

Tom looked around to see the source of the blood running from Brendan's neck across the floor. It was Kiriyama. He had come down from upstairs and shot Brendan in the neck and chest. Kiriyama strode over to Brendan's prone form and plucked the lit cocktail from his hand.

'I'll take that if you don't mind' he said, his voice high and cold. He turned to face Thomas, who was staggering to his feet after Joe's fall. With an evil grin he flung the bottle across the room into Thomas's face. Thomas stood for a moment look a look of pain and surprise on his face before he was consumed by the flames. His hair ignited and his features blurred. Parts of his flesh fell away as he clawed at his face with his hands. He was now barely distinguishable from the flaming walls, his flailing movements the only indicators of his form. He rushed across the room and ripped the bat from the back of Tom's knee. It came free with a sickening slurp and Tom collapsed to the floor, his knee weak and shaking. The human fireball that was Thomas stepped towards Kiriyama, the bat swinging in his hands as we went. Kiriyama calmly raised the Ingram and fired again. The bullets easily parted the burning skin and severed his left arm. Thomas fell to his knees.

Kiriyama turned to face Tom, who was trying to steady his shaking leg to stand up. His face split into a crooked smile and he raised the gun again. He opened his mouth to saw something when, with a hollow sort of sound his face actually did split. Thomas was on his feet again and had swung the bat into the side of Kiriyama's head. The nails had torn through the decaying flesh and ripped half of his head from his body, leaving a sinister lower jaw, which opened wide and let out an animal like snarl before crashing to the ground. Thomas followed straight after, the flames having taken their toll on his body.

28 students remaining

Unintended student Kiriyama, Kazuo eliminated.

Tom began to crawl towards the door when a burning timber fell and blocked the way. Soon the entire doorway was aflame, along with the side walls, while the back wall had fell away. Tom was trapped.