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Lexie (Girl No. 8) sat twiddling her thumbs in the giant ballroom of the Grand Hotel. There was a vast stage on the far side of the room. A tiled dancing floor took up a quarter of the whole floor. Lexie was sitting in a chair at a silk covered table, her daypack laid in front of her.
She had gathered some supplies from storage room as she came. They were random things she had collected - scotch tape, rope, extra water, some towels; anything she would need if she was to try and survive. Sitting here was boring, but she had decided long ago that it was better than going out into the depths of the island. Only death could possibly await her, or she'd fall into someone's horrible trap.
Shuddering, she looked to the left of these valuable objects to see two hand grenades set next to each other. They were dark and shiny, and made Lexie quiver at the sight of them. 'I'll use them eventually,' she thought. For she had also decided that if anyone were to intrude upon her she wouldn't hold back… she'd kill. It was all about saving herself, and she hoped her location wasn't eventually called as a danger zone.
Crash! Lexie looked quickly toward the double doors of the gigantic room to see them shaking violently. They finally opened, and Aly (Girl No. 14) walked into the room holding a Swiss Army Knife. Lexie had the grenades in her pocket at the sight of her and stood up.
"Aly, is that you?" she asked. Aly turned to her and jumped, but settled down after realizing it was only Lexie- her best friend.
"Yeah, it's me," she replied, walking toward Lexie without any worries at all. She seemed like she was in her own little world.
"What are you doing here?" asked Lexie.
"Well, this game is just freaking me out, so I decided I'd stop off somewhere," she explained. "I was actually looking for someone in fact. What do you think of this horrible game?"
"Well," began Lexie, "I don't think I'd ever play… it just seems too horrible for me. Why would you want to kill someone? Even if you barely know them, it's still murder and it's still completely horrible. I really hope some other people out there realize this before something too bad happens. You never know what happens during this game."
"And I'm guessing you've heard the deaths so far," said Aly.
"Yeah, it's pretty shocking just hearing the names of the people I was talking to only a few days ago being named 'dead.'"
"I agree with you," said Aly. "If you want my honest opinion, this whole thing is one big mess."
"Indeed it is," said Lexie.
"Seeing as this isn't a danger zone, can I stay here with you girly? I've been looking for you the entire game. I'm so glad you're not playing" spoke Aly.
Lexie thought this over slowly, 'Well, I could say yes… and then kill her later? Or I could use her as a shield… I think if I say yes I'll be able to get at her soon, so I guess that's what I'll say…'
"Yeah, sure," said Lexie, smiling as best she could to her soon-to-be-victim best friend. Aly was glad she smiled. Lexie, on the other hand, was smiling because she knew death would be quick and swift upon Aly, so clumsily looking around without even sensing the hands of death creep upon her. Lexie fingered the deadly grenades in her pocket, round like peaches, but more deadly than a gun. She'd have to be quick - or the grenade shrapnel would slice through her skin like a hot knife through butter. Or she could do it an easier way…
"I have to go to the bathroom," said Lexie. "I'll be right back, just wait here."
Then she got up and walked in the direction of Aly. Aly was looking around, innocently staring at pictures of old framers that littered the high walls. Without and notice, Lexie grabbed Aly and pulled her neck back, instantly stunning her.
She then proceeded to pick up Aly's flailing limp body and shove her to the ground. Aly got her senses back, and stood up to face Lexie.
"What are you doing?" she screamed.
"I'm going to kill you," smiled Lexie

"After all these years of being friends?" squeaked Aly.

Lexie just laughed. "Trust no one in the game." She said, smiling evilly.
Lexie then hopped over a table and kicked Aly squarely in the chest. Aly flew back like a rag doll into a table, slamming against it and falling to the ground. Slowly getting up, as if she had no time to waste, she wiped the blood from her lip and stared at Lexie.
"How can you play the game?" she asked.
Lexie replied, "Choosing to play the game is not the matter here. The matter is that in a battle I will win. I have concluded that this game is a simple survival of the fittest. Ms. Prok made it quite clear, didn't she? She said that we are the dregs of society. By winning this game I can prove that I am not one of you urchins. When I'm finished today, I'll be wiping you off the bottom of my shoe."
Aly looked stunned, "But Lexie, you must surely be joking? You must know that it's possible for us to beat the system. There must be a way to do it without failure. Why kill me when we could band together, maybe with others, and possibly beat Ms. Prok, the soldiers and then the government itself?"
"And what ideas do you have right now? The school is a danger zone, even someone as foolish as you must realize this. So what do you plan to do, throw rabid raccoons at it until one of them gets in and bites Ms. Prok to bits?" Lexie shouted.
Aly started getting desperate. She felt like she was losing a battle here, nor did she know what weapon Lexie had. Her weapon, a Swiss Army Knife, was lying on a table on the other side of Lexie. It was impossible to get it.
Then Lexie jumped and struck Aly across the head. The blow hit hard, and Aly felt her body lapse in time as it struck the hard floor. Looking up, she saw Lexie appear in front of her. Her foot lifted into the air and struck down hard on Aly's tummy. She was winded, and tears streamed from her eyes.
Lexie grabbed her and lifted her onto a table. She quickly grabbed some ropes and wrapped them around Aly's body and the table, effectively tying her down.
Aly watched in horror as the scene continued but was winded and unable to move. When her stomach got back some air, she realized that she was tied too tightly to the table and couldn't budge an inch.
"You were a fool to come here, Aly," said Lexie. "And now you shall pay the price."
Lexie then pulled out a grenade from her back pocket. Aly watched in horror as she fingered it slowly, moving it around in her hand.
"This is such a small object, yet it can be so deadly," said Lexie. "I think I shall use it for my own doing. As in; now." Lexie looked at her watch to see exactly what 'now' was. It read 8: 42 A.M. It was the 2nd day, too. Time for her first kill.
Grabbing the tape behind her, she shoved one of the grenades into Aly's mouth. The pin was sticking up and out of Aly's lips, toward the ceiling. Lexie then proceeded to tape her mouth closed. She put more tape over Aly's eyes so she couldn't see, and then said the last words Aly would ever hear.
"Maybe if it had been someone cooler, like a cute boy with a good weapon, but not a girl with a puny knife who thinks she's my best friend, someone for which I prefer not to waste my time. So now I suggest you say your goodbyes to your friends and family in your heart."
Then she grabbed the pin and pulled it out of the grenade - and ran.

Lexie was just closing the double doors of the gigantic ballroom when a huge explosion rocked the foundations of the hotel. The two doors shook violently but did not break. Eventually, everything settled down.
Lexie turned around to open the doors, and just as she was about to pull them open she decided not to. Turning away, she grinned and walked down the hallway. She had her first kill, the first dead person of one. She pulled the other grenade out of her pocket and flipped it into the air once.
"I'll have to use you another time," she laughed.
"How about now?"

Lexie's death was quick and painless, as bullets from a rattling machine gun managed to make contact with the grenade. Her body, of course, was blown to bloody chunks, but they were too small and all over the place to really care. At least not to Laura, who stood holding a smoking Uzi. A shotgun was strapped round her back too.
"Never hold a grenade out at gunpoint," laughed Laura. Her laugh was a hearty one, loud and clear.
"Never hold your body out in the open."
This voiced wasn't from Laura, though. She slowly turned to see Chris standing with a mini pistol. It was pointed straight at Laura.
"You horrible dirty bitch," said Chris.