Henry Jones had been trailing Joe Don for three hours and was waiting for the perfect moment. Henry Jones Student No. 1, never spoke a word, never thought to himself and never felt emotion. He was as hard as nails. Being black-British, he had the speed of a runner, the ability of an assassin. Standing at a good six foot two, he was enough to intimidate anyone.
Henry leapt from tree to tree, carrying two massive black clubs with spikes stricking out of them. Joe Don had been on his own for quite a long time, talking to himself, crying to himself and eating by himself. He hadn't gone to the toilet since the game started, the nerves had gotten to him and Henry was finding it a pleasure to watch Joe and his little antics. It made Henry smile that he hasn't killed a single student yet; his defense was his biggest asset and had his mind set on killing Sam Lucaros, his main competition. He figured that if he helps the body count, he will get closer to Sam Lucaros Student No. 3. It did occur to him that George Wittleshire and Danny Harper could be with him; they're two more competitions to deal with. He wouldn't be surprised if they had grouped together.
"Ahem, yes good afternoon, this is Mr Killian speaking. I have some more news for you kids! The death count has gone up and I can reveal, Donald Walters Student No. 20, Michael Mont Student No. 17, Nick Lawn Student No. 18, Lewis Parkinson Student No. 13 and Simon Bennett Student No. 14, Emily Park Student No. 6, Lucas Shire Student No. 9, Amelia Brown Student No. 1 and Patrisha Lowe Student No. 16 have all been killed. You kids just can't keep your hands to yourselves eh? Well done. The new out-of-bounds coordinates are D8, A4, N3 and E7." the commentary cut off and Henry smirked to himself.
"Who the hell is killing all these fuckers?" he laughed to himself. He leapt to the next branch and rested as Joe sat down on a log. Joe began to look around him, sipping on his water; you could tell he was suspicious.
Henry was carefully planning his next move; this was the perfect opportunity, when Joe's emotions heighten a little. With such silent movement, Henry raised one of his spiked clubs and aimed for Joe's head. Joe looked around again, feeling insecure and un-guarded.
I should of paired up with somebody damnit, Joe thought to himself, knowing his life was doomed.
Henry launched the spiked club through the air, but missed.
"Shit!" shouted Henry.
It landed beside Joe, catching his attention immediately. He glanced up and screamed. He tried to run but Henry had already jumped down behind him, he pushed out one leg and let Joe fall to the floor. Henry raised his spare spiked club and drove it into Joe's crotch, impaling his manly hood severely. Joe screamed out in pain, his vision blacking over with the pain.
"Why are you doing this…" whimpered Joe, numb from the pain, "Why do we have to play this game…"
And with that, Joe was slammed to death. Without any remorse, Henry picked up his other spiked club and turned his back on Joe and simply walked away without a care in the world.
19 Students Remain.