Chapter four

1:30 AM

Ash was hiding under the table with May next to him. Neither of them could sleep, the gunshots and screams kept them awake and alarmed. They've been whispering since they entered the hut. May grabbed onto Ash's waist tight enough to hut. Ash looked at May strangely not knowing how to react. The friend he respected the most had died. Trusting now became an awkward thing to do. There were butterflies in his stomach. He was in fear of someone blowing up their hideout or someone barging in killing them in the process. Ash trusted May very much and would be willing to protect her. However, the fact that May kissed Drew's corpse had troubled him.

"We can survive this right?" May asked leaning her head on Ash's shoulder.

"Of course we can!" Ash replied sharply. "At least we can," Ash thought to himself. "Well I'm going to check my weapon," Ash went into his bag and to much of his surprise, his weapon was a silver metal boomerang. "A boomerang huh?" Ash asked himself, "I would have loved to have had a gun." Ash felt May hug him tighter around his waist and felt her body shaking. Ash became startled; needless to say that May was distraught. "Why don't we check your weapon May?"

May remained silent and appeared lifeless and stunned. Ash went into May's bag anyway, taking out a sickle. The blade was circular whilst the handle was straight. "I think this is a sickle," Ash said turning the sickle backwards and forwards then placing it back into the bag. "Our weapons sure are lame," Ash had complained, "we should be able to find a better weapon hopefully. "

"Maybe," May whispered it had been the second time she spoke since running from Soledad. "What do you think of those gay kids?"

"I don't know," Ash replied, "I don't know much about them but they seem pretty dangerous. We should steer clear from them if possible. Especially the Indian one."

"How do know if he's Indian?" May asked.

"He's got stripes on his face!" Ash replied. "I wonder what kind of tribe he's in? He's obviously gay from his scarf. As for the pony tailed one," Ash continued, "He seems like a nice guy, but mental. What where their names again?"

"Tyson was he one in the cap and Kai was the one with the scarf." May answered in a slightly unsure way. "Maybe if we could be like them," May thought out aloud. "They both appear brave, dangerous and ready to go out there!"

"Please don't tell me you're a fan girl?" Ash complained.

"No not really," May replied, "But there's nothing wrong with fan girls or gay people. Please don't tell me your homophobic?"

"No," Ash snapped, "Of course I'm not!"

"Calm down." May told him, "I'm sure they're pretty nice guys."

"I wasn't saying that they're mean," Ash reassured May whilst moving his legs into sitting position. "I'm just saying we should be more cautious of them. We don't know them and we know everyone else here. We can all get up together and beat this game and kick that Simon's butt!"

May slightly giggled at him. "You haven't changed one bit."

Meanwhile, boy number 2, Tracey had finished marching in an empty road. He sat near the green grass viewing the bright blue sky. His back rested on tough stinging bushes. Tracey needed more time to mourn over the loss of Misty. Misty was one of Tracey's best friends; he remembered the times where he travelled with Ash and Misty. All the good memories and still trying to keep them alive, was a hard thing to do. Instead of killing he would wait to die. Treasure those who were close to him, value all he had left.

Tracey grabbed a hold of his tracking devise. It seemed that there was one person walking up. He was hoping it was one of his friends. He stood up carefully whist walking towards the boy walking in front of him. Footsteps got louder and the faces became clearer. Tracey saw a young man with shiny purple hair dressed in casual black clothes with blue stripes. The young man appeared to be carrying his bag, but he had no weapon in his hand. Instead, it was a bright torch with shined directly into Tracey's face. He was nearly blinded by the torch. When the young man made the torch face the floor, he glared at Tracey.

"You're name is Paul right?"

Paul nodded whilst giving Tracey a filthy look. Paul then suddenly held a spear tightly in his first and firmly up to his chest. "Yes," Paul spat back looking anything but pleased with his Tracey's presence. "You would be Tracey?" Tracey nodded back with no clue what to say to him. "Why are you quiet?" Paul asked curiously.

"I don't know," Tracey replied as he watched Paul step closer as his piercing eye contact had intimidated him.
"What's that in your hand?" Paul sneered looking at Tracey's shaking arms like a program.

"I think it's a tracking device!" Exclaimed Tracey. "My weapon!"

"A very interesting weapon." Paul announced sarcastically. "However, my weapon is much better than yours!" Paul started to smirk whilst pointing his spear directly to Tracey's forehead. "The spear is useful," Paul murmured to himself, "it's not as useful as a gun, but it will do." Paul stepped more towards his victim, as if Tracey was pathetic and weak. Tracey was aware that Paul was just about to murder him. Tracey was practically running backwards as fast as he could, although his fear slowed him down.

"PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" Tracey screeched falling to the ground. "DON'T KILL ME! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?" He was practically pulling onto Paul's trousers, which only made the begging more useless. Paul sighed as he stabbed Tracey's back bang into the middle. Blood pouring around his back and staining his green shirt like a strange pattern. Paul heard Tracey's final screams before knocking his whole body onto the ground and then his spear aimed at his heart. The blood was fresh, raw and red, the pool of blood slowly formed underneath Tracey's newly dead body. Paul felt no remorse at the present time. Instead, he collected the tracking device and simply walked off.

Around five minutes after killing Tracey, Paul halted near a pier. He looked on the pier and saw a high jagged cliff. He then looked down to see Zoey and Dawn wrapped in eachother arms, their skin was pale white. The sea waves washed away some of the blood on their clothes. Paul coldly stared at the two corpses wrapped up all cosy together. He gritted his teeth; he couldn't believe how stupid the pair of them were. He made a promise to himself, never to die like that. He was going to fight this game and win it.

"Did you hear that?" May shrieked.

"Yeah," Ash said, "The screaming sounded like Tracey. I hope he isn't dead."

"Why don't we check?" May asked as she about to scurry out of the little hut. She was halted by Ash as he dragged her with force to his chest. May looked at Ash in a state of shock. Tracey was his friend; it wasn't like him to simply leave his friends to die. The look in his eyes, made him appear that he actually wanted something much more of May. "What's wrong with you Ash?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," Ash replied hastily, "I'd like to save Tracey but it's too dangerous, and I wanna be the male survivor here. If we relax here and let everyone else slaughter eachother, we'll be alive without any harm." May knew that Ash wasn't thinking straight. What Ash has said, was much easier said then done. May simply wanted to drop the subject.

Boy 2, Tracey, dead

17 boys left. 17 girls left.

Meanwhile, inside the building, where a busy office worked, Simon was being sociable with Giovanni, the leader of team rocket and Lieutenant Anjo, whom had served the army for a long time and knew exactly how the Battle Royale plan worked and why it as there. Lieutenant Anjo knew that Battle Royale existed because the adults wear feared by the youth. The youth mocked the elders and employment was appalling as well as school attendance. So Battle Royale was put together. A random class was selected to kill each other until one remained. The three men seemed pretty interesting in the screens in front of them. The screens informed them who was alive, who was dead and where there were. One block of the screen had changed colour. The picture of Tracey had turned thick red and ceased to flash.

"Boy number 2 has been eliminated!" Anjo announced.

Simon hopped on the sofa as he heard the news. He was sitting next to a man in an orange suit. The man sitting next to Simon looked like someone from a high class. Simon stared directly into the screen; Thirty-four trainers were still remaining. "So any news on the beybladers?"
"They're currently resting the cave right now!" Giovanni told him. "They both seem to be doing quite well. Boy number four has eliminated girl number nine, whilst boy number five has eliminated boy number 12."

"One of those dudes is the beyblade champion after all." Simon pointed out pouring a glass of vodka for Giovanni. "There'll be blood, sweat and tears with those two around," Simon confirmed, "I'll promise you that"

"You speak as if you know these boys quite well." Giovanni smiled holding his glass of vodka in his hand whilst smartening his collar with the other. "Have you ever seen them before?"

"Indeed I have," he replied, "I know both of them quite well in real life, you can say that I am just simply spying on them. "

"Then you can tell me all about them," Giovanni requested, "I'm interested in them."

End of chapter