Yeah! Chapter Two! I'm glad people thought it was so interesting that you made me want to update :) I think that these will come out quicker than my other stories because they're shorter chapters, only about ten pages each, something quick that I can write up for you all. Plus, I'm already like (loosly) three or four chapters ahead! YEAH! Just a note; in the beginning of some chapters there will be italic font and that is something that is taking place after the main story, like someone retelling it. Eh, you'll get it!
Okay, so I needed some OC's (some which my lovely reviews gave me all that I need- you'll see the list at the bottom) but mostly I used original characters from my orignal book series that I'm trying to get published. So...if one day you stumble across this and the characters look scariliy similar to something in Gem Cavern series, I did not steal them, I actually do own them! They are listed at the bottom too.
Now to reply to reviewers...
Asesinato- Thanks for the person! I hope you like this chapter!
the-lovely-anomaly - I love make characters too
thebadwhich13- I know, it's a little off-character at some points, I feel, but it's needed for the story. And sadly, it may take awhile to figure out who the ghost will be, but I'm gunna be dropping hints everywhere if you just look!
Your-Hollywood-tradgedyx3- Oh sorry! Did I not explain what the whole game is? *Facepalm* Assassin is a game where, usually, in it you get a 'target' that you must stalk and then 'kill'. Then you get you're target's target, and you go after that person. Last one standing wins. And for a short history, I just mean like where the person grew up, or if she had a good relationship with parents, ect. Look at the reviews and the short histories for some of the others is what I mean. I still have a spot open for an OC, so you'll be the first one I'll accept if you want the spot.
ljean433- Hi! So nice to see a familiar name from SOS. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy (: I got you're character, thank you very much. I hope you end up enjoying this as much as SOS!
Now, on with the show!
"And this was the start of the horrible game?" The lawyer asked Zach, who nodded mutely.
"It seemed like such a good idea then."
"Doesn't everything?" The lawyer asked with exasperation, rubbing his tired eyes. Zach fiddled with his fingers nervously, and looked back at his own lawyer, who gave him a confident nod. Zach gulped and looked back to the wiry man, or Mr. Oslak- the lawyer questioning him.
"And were you excited about this game, Mr. Martin?" Mr. Oslak asked, narrowing his eyes, almost in a disgusted way.
"'Course." Zach mumbled, "I mean. It was something to take our minds off the end of the year and our schooling there. For a long time, that ship had been my home."
A chorus of 'awwws' came from the people sitting there. Mr. Oslak looked angry. "Using sympathy? This is no more than an act, so please- don't take pity on him." He said to the crowd, Turing around, his expensive shoes clacking against the floor.
"And you, and three other people decided to create an allegiance. The others in question; Ms. Bennett, Mr. Cody Martin, and Ms. Pickett?" He spat each name like a vulgar curse word. Zach's hands clenched at the way he spoke of them.
"Yes. They were my friends."
"Were?" A light caught in Mr. Oslak's eyes.
"Are. They are my friends." Zach attempted to cover quickly.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Oslak looked at him through narrowed eyes, "Are they still all you're friends."
Zach glared at the man that he hated too much, and said with an edge, "Of course. They are all still my friends."
"Hard to believe; after what happened." Mr. Oslak said wistfully, his dark eyes glancing at Zach who made no comment, but the man could see the words that he wanted so badly to squeeze out near busting beneath his skin.
All he needed was a way to cut him open…
"Read back what Zach said." He waved his hand to the person jotting down the information. The small plump man did so, and Mr. Oslak nodded and hummed at each statement. Finally, he turned back.
"Just…curiously…what was going to be your 'prize' if you won the bet with the Pickett girl?" He asked. Zach glanced around, and felt the color rise to his face.
"Objection!" Zach's own lawyer, Mrs. Meridan, looked at the judge, "This is…irrelevant." She breathed. The judge thought and then nodded to her.
"Agreed." He said and Mr. Oslak looked nettled, glaring back at Mrs. Meridan.
"Fine. We'll move on. What happened next?"
"Well…next would be when we got our first targets…"
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The manila envelopes, sealed with real wax and ribbon, were slid under the doors at ten thirty. The twelevth deck (the decks for the students started with the youngest- the ninth graders on deck nine), where the seniors were, was buzzing with anticipation as they tore them open with animalistic hunger.
All thought he halls, the clicking of laptops could be heard as people logged onto the website, most seeing the face of their victim for the first time.
Cody received the letters, first, almost tempted to open Woody's because he was off somewhere with Addison. Almost. His fingers were at the seal before he stopped, and the realization how low he'd nearly sunk dawned on him. The worst thing; he barley felt guilty.
Of course, after this came to thoughts, he did feel guilty. Guilty that within a few hours he'd be willing to sink so low. So..Zach like. Good ting Zach had his own room, because Zach would not have hesitated to gather leads on his enemy.
Resisting the will to open Woody's, he set it on Woody's pillow and turned away. No. He wouldn't be tempted. And just to be sure, he grabbed his laptop and headed from his room.
He had to go stealthy, because lights out was in half an hour, and the teachers got snappy if they found you out even twenty minuets before. But, he'd picked up a few things from Zach in his years.
He managed to make it down to a door that looked like a regular room in less than five minuets (slinking away from his math teacher, Mr. Cool, at one occasion).
The room, in fact, had been a fluke. Arwin knew about it, as did only Zach and Bailey. Mr. Mosby was quite aware of it as well, but let it go because he'd heard very un-teacher like giggling with moans of 'Marion' coming from it. He chooses not to think about those times. Once, Zach had walked in on them.
After that, it seemed that Mr. Mosby and the three teens shared an understanding. Never let on that either knew, and it would remain a secret.
No one knew really what the room's use originally was, or how it came to be what it was now, but no one bothered to think that much.
It looked like any regular door- easy enough. But, if you jiggled the handle just right, and slipped a pin into the lock while doing so, it opened to the most magnificent room Cody had ever seen.
First, it opened to a shifty looking flight of stairs that led you one floor down. It always gave Cody the chills walking down these, because of the lack of light at night. During the day, it was lighted fine, but during the night…
But it was worth it. Once you opened the grand double doors at the bottom, you couldn't help but feel like you'd stepped into a magical word.
Cody was well versed in Harry Potter. Bailey loved the series. And this room…well, it was the biggest bathroom he'd ever seen. In fact, he wondered if the designer of this room had been a Harry Potter fan because it fit down to every detail of the prefect's bathroom in the books. Right down to the sprockets that poured different scented smells.
But, even more magnificent, which he didn't think was in the books, was four glass doors leading to a porch. It was easy forget you were on a ship here, and it was one of the most relaxing places.
Cody was not looking for a bath tonight, and just sat at the edge of the pool, which was never empty. Of course, it was just normal water right now, but still warmed like a hot tub.
Before he could sit down, he saw a pile of clothing near the edge. He smirked, scanning the water's surface, which was infested with bubbles.
"Bailey, come on out." He called. Bailey broke the surface a second later, her hair wet and swimming suite clad body swimming over to him.
"Same idea I had?" She guessed, looking at the letter, "I haven't opened mine yet."
"Wanna do it together?" He offered as Bailey climbed from the large, more a lake than anything else, pool and wrapped a fluffy towel around her shivering body.
"What if one of us has each other?" She asked.
"We both know we calculated the statistics, and that the chances are so slim I wouldn't worry in the first round." Cody rolled his eyes, for once being not a bit afraid. Bailey gnawed on her lip.
"Okay." She agreed. She slipped her jeans and tee shirt over her wet body, and wrung her hair out.
"You don't have to do that thing with Zach, Bailes." Cody suddenly blurted out, his expression firm, "You don't have to prove a thing."
"What if I want to?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know better than to roll dice with the devil! He'd cheat to win, and he's despicable." Cody huffed.
"Oh, he wouldn't touch me. It's all just a big show. He's too loyal to Maya." She laughed, brushing aside his worry.
"I'm his twin! I know him, Bailey!" He protested weakly, because he knew that once Bailey decided something, she was firm. She seemed to sense his decline in persuasiveness, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm gong to win this, Cody, so there's no reason to worry." She whispered, and held the envelope out in front of her, "Now. Are we gunna sit here fighting, or find out our first targets?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrow.
"On the count of three? One…two…three…" The bathhouse was suddenly echoing with the ripping of paper, and the crinkling of the letter.
"A truce, right? To help each other?" Cody questioned as he looked at his paper.
"Of course." Bailey said, her eyes scanning the paper, "Who's your target?"
"I don't know her." He offered offhandedly first, "Her name is…Ima Beauty."
"I wouldn't doubt that. She's a…London." She figured this was the best way to describe it, "Well, the whole girly-girl part at least. She's actually very smart and in advanced math class with us. She's the girl who's always sketching fashion designs? She sits…in front of you?" She said with a laugh. Cody looked surprised.
"That's her?"
"Geeze, and how long have we been at this school? Really, Cody?" She questioned.
"The only pretty girls I notice is you Bailey." He blushed hard when he said this, and Bailey's face turned slightly pink.
"Well, that's who she is." Bailey mumbled a bit quietly, then glanced at her card with disgust, "I have that mad scientist kid- Flash B'aang. You know, the one with the electrified hair and only wears white shirts with unidentified stains?"
"Ah, yes." Cody looked thoughtful, "Good luck with him." There was mirth in his voice and Bailey punched his shoulder.
"Hey, hey!" She said, "At least he's probably too much in his own world to notice any kind of killings." She pointed out.
"True. We got lucky." He paused, "Yeah. We got lucky."
TGICD
Zach's hands were all over his envelope, barley giving the letter time to breath, the paper still warm from whoever's hand had been carrying it to deliver.
On his bed was already a catch of killing methods; he was serious about this. He was sure that if they gave grades, he'd ace it. He was trying to make some kind of belt; something, to be assured that he was always read for his target.
"This game will take place yada, yadda, yadda….be careful not to…boring, boring, boring…play this game with consideration…talk, talk, talk…Ah ha!" His fingers jabbed the page as he skimmed, "Zach Martin, you're target is…Poppy Popperson?" He threw the paper up.
"Gosh dangit! I had to get the girl that's been in love with me since I came here!" He spat, but then paused, "Wait- that will make it even easier. I guess I could get someone that hates me…Like Bailey." He pulled a face.
He hummed with satisfaction, looking over his pile of weapons. In his head, he visualized the redhead, smirking. "What to kill you with, Miss Popperson?" he whispered, a maniacal gleam coming to his eyes, "Easy first, Z. Easy first." He paced himself, deciding to go with direct contact.
"Perhaps, this?" He held up a sticker sheet with his initials on it, "Feel her up?" he paused, and thought of Maya and grudgingly set them down, "No."
"Or this? Simple water gun?" He held up the electric yellow squinter, and put it snugly down his pants, "A last resort, he said patting it." He rifled through his materials, and then came across his desired killing method.
"Yes. Sharpie marker. This will work." He said, a threw himself down on the extra bed, "Too easy. Bailey's gunna loose; and I don't even need anyone's help! Ha!" He scoffed.
There was a knocking at his door, and he got up. It was Maya.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, frowning.
"To see who's your target, of course!" Maya pushed herself in, kissing him on the lips.
"It's nearly after hours." He said weakly, but it was more out of habit. Maya often stayed the night.
"Since when did you care?" She took a look at his loot, and raised an eyebrow, "Getting busy, I see? Wait- is that my lipstick!" She swiped up a tube of bright red.
"Guilty." He said, "But you'd let me borrow it, yeah?" He asked, giving his adorable puppy dog pout. Maya sighed, and caved.
"Course I would." The tube gave a dull thud as it hit the bed cover, "So. Who?"
She herself had the envelope between her fingers, waving it around like a fan.
"Poppy." He said honestly, because he didn't find any problem with telling his girlfriend.
Maya looked annoyed, "That girl who hangs pictures of you in her locker?" She spat.
"The very same." He said triumphantly.
"I don't like it." She announced.
"Well, you can't very well do much about it!" he rolled his eyes, chuckling, "Now you're turn."
"A girl named Catherine High." She said.
"Ohh…good luck. She's like a karate champion- she could snap you like a twig!" Zach said. Maya huffed.
"I know!" She moaned, "What am I going to do? She's impossible!" Then, sheen grew over her eyes, and she kissed Zach's lips seductively.
"Zachy." She said in a low voice, "Do you think, that perhaps," She kissed down his jaw with each word, "You could…" She was at his collarbone, "Help?"
"You know I can't say no when you're like that." Zach groaned, and stepped away, composing himself, "I will…try. But I have to put myself first."
"Of course." She said, smiling. Zach was about to reply, when the hall monitor when through, slamming a paddle against everyone's doors.
"Lights out!" He was yelling. Zach looked at the door, then back at Maya.
"Guess it wouldn't be safe for me to go back. Guess I'll have to stay here." Maya said with no realness behind her words.
Zach just smirked, and played along, "What a shame."
TGICD
Alec Render ran his long, spidery fingers though his dark brown hair. His eyes glazed over the sheet, a smile creeping across his face.
"Someone good? A girl?" His room-mate, Godric Michael, asked eagerly. Alec swallowed.
"I'm sure as heck not telling you." He harrumphed, and tucked the paper into his pocket, "Unless…you'd be willing to say yours."
Godric looked decisive, and then said in a low voice, "Just as long as you don't kill me."
"Why would I do that?" Alec leaned in, intrigued now. Godric gulped.
"It's…Lex Spider…" He whispered, and then a playful look shoot across his face, "Your girlfrie-,"
"She is not my girlfriend!" Alec's face turned the appropriate shade of a tomato, "She'd never like a computer geek like me." He mumbled with a downcast expression, "Wonderful. You get an excuse to stalk her and I have that annoying small kid Archer."
"Archer Tyko?" Godric asked, and chuckled, "He'd be easy. We already know everyday he goes to the ice-cream parlor at exactly twelve o' eight and gets a double scoop with strawberries and nuts." Godric listed off, and Alec glanced at him question.
"Geezus, how do you know that?" Alec was looking at him a bit warily now, almost distrustfully.
"I thought this was common knowledge." Godric shrugged, "Plus, I suppose I'm just observant."
"Observant, huh." Alec snorted and rolled onto his pillow, "More like snake-like. Squeezing my target from me. You really are the son of a politician."
"I never claimed I wasn't." Godric's smile stretched wide across his face, "You're just too easy. You'd better hope for your sake, I never get your name."
TGICD
"Splinter." Splinter started at his name. Splinter didn't have a last name; he just was. People joked his mother hadn't even given him a name, but that wasn't too far from the truth (seeing as he was an orphan and never actually had a name to begin with). After years and years, and his body filling out to a toothpick like build just as thin and tall, he acquired the unusual name. But, if he had to pick a last name, it would be Dutch.
So that's whom people loosely knew the boy as, Splinter Dutch. Most would say he was a mystery. He was quite, rarely talked, and always seemed to appear from nowhere. From the best of most abilities, they could only see he had no friends. There was an unapproachable air around him, that anyone that thought they might attempt to befriend him, reconsidered.
He looked rather ghastly too, with his pale, pale blue spirit like eyes, and pale, pale blond hair. The frown always fixated on his face did nothing to heal the rumors, so he'd become like a deity of some sort that attended high school.
Many mysteries shrouded him, and no one knew their secrets, only Splinter.
Most would assume he'd be a friend with his roommate, Camden Watson, but it was completely the opposite. Camden was a nice enough guy; fairly popular, kindhearted, got good grades- as was Splinter. But, when you put the two together, horrible wars broke out between them for unphantamoable reason. It seemed that they just outright hated each other, like something had been whispering lies about one another, and now they were both too blinded to see how horrible they acted toward each other.
"Yes?" Splinter asked calmly, his cold blue eyes narrowed.
"Here are the notes." Camden held the envelope from him like it was a dead bug, and let it drop unceremoniously. With a roll of his eyes, Splinter picked it up from the ground.
"Why thanks so much." There was unbridled sarcasm over spilling in Splinter's tone.
"You have an easy person; I wonder if they purposely put weak people together, for the benefit of 'fairness'."
This is when Splinter noticed a tear in the paper. Anger blazed through him, "You went through my sheet?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Whats it to ya?" Camden said, and sneered, as he pulled out a clean, nice looking shirt and put it on, "Rose Shepard; puh-leeze! She'd get herself out if she could; she told Ms. Tutwiler that her M&Ms were defective." He scoffed, "Oh teacher, my candy is bad! They're all W's." He mimicked in a high-pitched voice.
Splinter just rolled his eyes. "Where are you off too." He said with no conviction of actually caring.
"To see Kennedy." He said, "Because I actually talk to girls and have a social life. She said she had something to tell me."
"Maybe that she's breaking up with you? At least," He turned to face Camden, "That's what she told me. Along with the next comment of that I'm a better kisser than you ever were. Want proof?" He said, anticipating the next question, "Ask her about…a bathtub on the eleventh floor as big as a swimming pool."
He turned back to his paper, and heard Camden swearing. Splinter reached his hand back, and caught whatever Camden had thrown at him. Ah, a paperweight. He was getting creative. At first it was thinks like…socks…and pencils. Nice to see he was branching out.
"Have fun!" Splinter called cheerfully as Camden slammed the door behind him.
Cool! Just some end notes...about OC characters.
First off, the teacher, Mr. Cool- i actually have a teacher named that. He shares a room with Mrs. Gross. No joke; oh, the irony at my school!
My own OCs (For the main characters, you can find a link on my profile)
-Ima Beauty, Catherin Kicks, Poppy Popperson, Flash B'aang, Alec Render, Lex Spider, Archer Tyko, Godric Michaels, Splinter Dutch, Camden Watson, Rose Shepard, and Kennedy are all mine :P
When the other characters come into play, I'll list their owner's cause i have to go to bed now XD
Until next time,
Frosty