Chapter Seven

"I miss being with my Ratatta," said Joey. He was the youngest on the island and possibly the most annoying. All he ever did was go on about his beloved purple rat. "Oh how I could win so easily if I had Ratatta with me." Joey jumped up on the table and waited for his breakfast. Wally, who's green hair shined in the sun was cooking something delicious. Or so he hoped.

Wally knew what weapon's everybody had: Wes had a sword; Lucas traditional round black bombs; Joey had a machine gun; Todd had a metal bat and Ritchie had a dagger. Wally's weapon was nothing: all he had was a tub of white powder. By the looks of it, he thought it was salt and he had no intention of killing anybody in the room.

"It's only salt," Wally thought to himself. "This might be the last meal of my life so I have to make sure everybody enjoys it." He tipped what was left in the food and stired it up well.

"How's the dinner getting along?" asked Ritchie. In Wally's opinion he was the most nicest of the group. He was the one that grouped him, Wes, Lucas, Joey and Todd together. Wally was nervous because he barely knew any of them, they we meant to kill each other but Ritchie remained peaceful. "I hope it's good."

"The dinner is fine," Wally replied. "My parents taught me this recipe."

"What's wrong Brendan?" Ritchie asked. He looked over at Brendan who covered his face only showing his white hair. "Come on don't cry. Miracles can happen, I'm sure we'll be reunited with our pokemon soon."

"It would be pretty nice to have you're pokemon with you in your dying hours," Brendan sobbed. "This is the first time I've cried in a while, so sorry if I seem dumb. It's so shocking to know that I'll never see them again. I'll be praying for them every day until my last."

"You're doing fine," Ritchie said. "It's the only thing we can really do for our pokemon: keep praying."

Wes remained silent throughout. Wally knew that nobody apart from Ritchie had any faith in him. He had a feeling he wasn't going to have anything to eat or drink either. Last night Wally had put some of the salt in the coke. Everyone was going to have some coke, but Ritchie insisted we should wait until the food was ready.

It would be a good prank. He had to make the last few days of his life as fun as possible. He was thankful to be in good company right now. Even though they had hardly knew each other, they were like brothers.

"I think the dinner is ready," Wally announced. The meat sizzled and the pasta was soft and flexible. He brought out six bowls as Ritchie brought out six cups and the huge bottle of coke. "Thanks for the help Ritchie."

"No problem," Ritchie stated with a smile on his face. "Come one Wes, food's ready!"

No response.

"Should I check up on him?" asked Ritchie.

"Wait till later," gasped Lucas.

"Are you sure?"

"He'll come when he wants it," Lucas said.

"I'll pour the coke," said Ritchie. "You guys can consider this the last supper."

"Well," Wally started as he began to stutter. "I hope you all enjoy your dinner. I hope we get to stick along as closely as we can."

Ritchie held his coke in the air and shouted, "to a good life."

Wally watched as everyone started to drink their coke. He was hoping everyone would spit it out so he could get a bit of a laugh. Ritchie and Joey seemed like they were having a drinking race. They gulped it without a care in the world. That was strange, Wally though. Everybody seemed to enjoy the taste of coke and salt. Either no one noticed the salt or their taste buds were weird.

"Anyone want a drinking race?" Ritchie giggled. "My nose feels a bit funny but so what."

He belched with Joey leaving everyone to laugh. Wally didn't touch his food yet, he was nervous. He wanted to see what others thought of his food first before he tucked in. Suddenly Lucas' eyes lit up. He shot up onto the table and held a bomb in his hand.

"YOU GUYS MAKE ME SICK!" Lucas roared. "I'll light this bomb, I'll light this bomb I swear!"

"Can you please stop joking around?" requested Todd. "I'm trying to eat this wonderful meal."

Brendan, Ritchie and Joey began to pig out and gulf down the coke. They were going head to head in a food and drink race. Lucas screeched and kicked the plates and cups about. Glass explodes and the wooden floors were stained. It was only now that Wally realised that the powder could not have been salt at all. Wally's stomach growled, then jumped. His lips became a slipping tragedy and there was nothing he could say.

"I've had enough of you pigs!" Lucas roared. "I killed Wes and I'm not afraid to kill any of you now." Lucas croaked and held his neck. "My my f-f-fire..."

"Lucas..." Ritchie croaked.

Wally jumped out of the chair and slipped onto the floor. He crawled under the table and covered is ears. He had just poisoned strangers who could have became his friends. Wally could hear the music of death in their chokes and vomit. he tried to outcry them so he couldn't hear but it was too much. It wasn't his fault, he swore to himself - he didn't know it was poison he thought it was salt. He stopped screaming and then stood in silence.

Not long this place would be a danger zone and he knew it was time to die. Wally decided to spend his final hours praying.

"Wait!" Wally roared to himself. "I'm not a coward, I'm really sorry guys I genuinely didn't mean to kill you. But I have to use these weapons of yours and fight in your memory. I cannot give up! I'M NOT A QUITTER!" Wally scurried collecting all the weapons, food and items he thought he would need. "I'm going to find May and stick with her. Rest in peace Joey, Wes, Brendan, Todd and Ritchie."

Boy 3 Ritchie, Boy 6 Joey, Boy 10 Wes, Boy 15 Brendan, Boy 20 Todd

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