NOTE: This chapter was written by Eos, the admin of Half-Bacon Bitches, which is where I initially used to post this fic. I suppose that, just like Ben's chapter, you can consider it filler. This is also the last one-off chapter in the fic - next week, the three-part endgame begins. Everyone who wasn't happy with the structure of the fic and wants a more consistent story should look forward to that, since the next three chapters flow directly into one another and culminate in the final fight on the island.

So here we are, stuck on this stupid island where only one will make it away from this place, alive. A little overly dramatic if you ask me. This man, the one who calls himself Raiden, he seems like one of those pompous pricks who's all about theatrics. Killing Hisao off like that was uncalled for, but I can see why he was stupid enough to give his life away like that. I never liked the kid, but it doesn't mean I wanted to see him die. The only person I want to see right now is Molly. I miss her. She couldn't come on the trip, she got sick two days before we were to leave. I made sure to swing by her place before we left. I'm glad I did. And now there is a chance I may never see her again. I cherished her. She was the only one who ever let me show myself without having to be structured. I could let loose with her. I couldn't do that with anyone else. I only knew of one person who could, Rin Tezuka. I envied her. She was allowed to truly let her art flow. I, on the other hand, had to stick to a certain standard. My parents expected nothing but the best from me, even though they shipped me off to that hell on Earth called a school. I guess they couldn't deal with me talking to myself at times, my staying up all night. The obscure paintings I did. Or how I would sit or stand in one position with my eyes closed and my hands pressed against my ears. I just wanted to have silence, but no matter what I did, I could never acquire it.

A freak plane accident when I was 13 caused me to injure my neck. It healed up, but the healing came with a price: Tinnitus. Constantly, the inside of my head rings. From the age of 13 until now, it's been getting progressively worse. Louder and louder; day by day. I try to combat it with loud music but even that doesn't work. I took to drinking when I was 14 years old. My parents didn't give a shit about it, leaving their liquor cabinet unlocked. I even overheard them say that the alcohol helped me be more creative, which is why they never said a word about me drinking. So much for loving and supportive parents, right? I truly hate them, with every fiber of my existence. Both of my parents are also artists, well known too. I was expected to be their golden boy. I'd much rather cut off my ear and ship it to them in a box. I sighed as I checked the bag given to me by one of the soldiers. I hadn't bothered to even look and see what my weapon was. I figured I'd die anyway, so what was the point but my curiosity got the better of me. I opened the bag and discovered a bow with what looked like 10 arrows. "Bow and arrow, huh? Nice weapon choice. Not as effective as a gun but at least it's not something stupid like a grenade." I ran my fingers along the bow, admiring the simple craftsmanship of it. I sigh a little. It would be nice to create something, one last time. I take one of the arrows out of the bag and examine it, closely. There's a small logo on the tip of the arrow, a skull with crossbones. Hmm.

'Looking at your weapon?'

I turn around and am met by a beautiful sight. A pale girl with white hair, placed into a long braid. She has deep scarlet eyes, like the color of blood. Her skin was white, like fresh cotton sheets. Rika Katayama. That was her name. I remember seeing her a few times in the halls. Everybody acted as if she were the walking plague. If I had known her at school, I would have asked her to let me paint her body with color. She was the perfect canvas. Maybe I would have tried to get to know her first. She didn't seem like the type to take too well to flirting, and the last thing I wanted was to be kicked in the nuts… again. She looks at me with a deadpan expression. She isn't going to kill me, I can see it in the way she doesn't even look at me; at least not in a physical manner.

She slowly walks towards me and sits down on the ground next to me, bringing her knees up to hug them. I notice a weapon sticking out from behind her back. It looks like a katana. Wow, a very nice weapon for her to use. Being this close to her is making me a little uneasy. She can swipe it out and slash me in half before I even draw my bow.

'So, killed anyone yet?' she asks. She seems so okay with this. I don't understand it. Granted, a part of me is okay with killing off most of the student body because I can't stand them but I still have some kind of morals. She, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have them. But I cannot judge her just from speaking to her. This is the first time we've ever met, after all.

'Uh, no. I haven't killed anyone yet. But if any of them had alcohol, I'd have killed them in a heartbeat' I answer honestly. I really am in dire need of a heavy drink. All this commotion was fucking with me and I was starting to hallucinate badly because of the tinnitus. I kept hearing things, which in turn would make me see things. I stare at her for a good while, wondering what I would paint on her if I ever had the chance. Molly would kill me if she ever found out about what I was thinking, but she isn't here now, and I'm probably going to die anyway. I imagine painting a black and white dragon along her skin. It would coil around her leg and slither up her back, reaching her chest. I saw the dragon breathing fire along the other side of her body. Bright red, yellow and orange splashing onto her skin. It would be something different for me. My greatest piece. Being able to find the beauty in everything rather than showing the world the structured beauty that our society had begun to long for; that was my dream.

'What are you staring at?'

I quickly snap out of my daze. I didn't mean to stare for so long. She'll probably attempt to kill me now. I just… I want to do one last piece before I meet my demise. Maybe it will make her not even want to kill me. I damn sure don't want to kill her.

'I, uh… Say, would you mind being my muse for a piece?'

She raises her head slowly, still looking at me. A confused expression crosses her face as she lifts an eyebrow.

'Muse, huh? What's your name? You never told me'

I grab my bow and place it next to me onto the ground, along with the arrow I had been examining.

'Maeda, Takashi Maeda. And I would like to know if you would allow me to draw you here in this sand? You're a beautiful girl. You probably want to kick my ass just for saying that, but I just want to do one last piece…'

She blinks a few times before speaking.

'Sure. You can do that, draw me in the sand thing' she says and sighs heavily as she sits up into a sitting position, her chin in her hands. She continues to stare at me as I began to work.

Taking the arrow I'd been examining, I use it as a makeshift pencil and begin to draw her in the sand.

'I'm not too sure if I want to even kill anyone, here' she speaks up after a little while. 'It's not that I don't want to see these people dead. I wouldn't care if they all suddenly dropped dead. But a part of me wants to just end my own life. I may as well. I'm not depressed, I just don't see a point in my existence'

How can she say that with no emotion whatsoever? I shake my head and continue to dig the arrow into the sand, as my drawing begins to come into form. I shake my head a little as the sand begins to swirl around. Rika is becoming disfigured as another shape takes form. It's Molly, staring back at me with that beautiful smile of hers. She's beckoning for me to come to her. But how can this be? I was just drawing Rika. Hallucinations. It has to be. I close my eyes and let out a small breath before beginning to work on the task at hand once more. After a few minutes, I start hearing a small voice within my head. "Come back to me, Takashi." It's her voice. No, it's just me hallucinating. "Come back to me and do what you love. Let me be your muse. Show the world what you're capable of." Show the world what I'm capable of. I never had that chance while at Yamaku. What I showed there was nothing compared to what I really want to create. The thought of the time I had wasted there is making me angry. Angry enough to see that I'm not ready to die and that I shouldn't give up so easily. Maybe I should try to fight my way through this. I want to go back to Molly. I need to.

After what seems like forever, I finally finish my work. It's her, sitting in the same position, with her eyes looking deeply into me without really seeing me. I'm satisfied. I look up at her, waiting for a response to my work.

'That's it? You made it seem like you were going to do something extravagant. It's nice, I guess' she says and slowly stands up, then begins walking away from me and toward the forest area. I watch her as I shake my head slightly. I mutter the word "bitch" to myself as I start getting up as well, with my bow and arrow in hand. When I finally get all the way up, I find her staring at me.

'What did you just call me?'

Shit. She heard me. I know we're on the brink of death, but the bitch could have at least tried to act like she liked what I did for her.

'If you must know, I called you a bitch. And I can see why people avoid you like the plague'

I knew that by me saying this, it would most likely set her off. But that small window of time allowed me a chance to think. I could kill her right here and now. Move on to the next person until I became the only survivor. I could go back to Molly. Besides, the girl was ready to die. She said so herself. I was only going to be giving her just what she wanted.

She slightly smirks at me as I tighten my grip on the bow. There's no way she'd be fast enough to attack me, but she still reaches back towards her katana. Looks like this may be the one time being an asshole could get me into some serious shit, but I'm still ready. I draw my bow and place the arrow where it should be, aiming directly at her. She start running towards me, the katana firmly in her hand. It looks like this isn't the first time she had handled a weapon like that, or maybe it was just beginner's luck. I'm trying so hard to focus my aim but the noise inside of my head is making me lose concentration. She's getting too close. I decide to take the risk and take the shot. The arrow flies out towards her... and just barely misses her, only scratching her arm a little. Fuck. I try to reach for more arrows when I realize that I had left the others in the bag. There's no way I'm going to make it over there in time.

I'm going to die.

I'm sorry, Molly. At least she knew that I loved her. As for my parents, I'll see them in hell. As I drop the bow on the ground, the katana impales me through the chest, a little below my breast bone. The pain is radiating all over my body, but it also feels liberating. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I fall on my knees. The world is starting to spin around me. I fall forward, but the katana prevents me from falling completely onto the ground. My body begins to slide down as I bleed from my mouth. I turn my head up and look directly into that bitch's eyes. The world is starting to go black for me as I begin to slightly hallucinate. Suddenly, Rika pulls the katana out. It doesn't hurt all that much, but my wound starts bleeding a lot, pooling over the picture in the sand. I had made my last masterpiece. I had finally gotten a chance to show the beauty of the world using my own self. I could die with content.

I suddenly hear a loud "thud" sound nearby. It takes me a lot of effort to turn my eyes and examine its source. It 's Rika, lying on the ground, dead. Her scarlet eyes are wide open, but this time with no life in them. I smirk and let out a tiny laugh.

'Poisoned arrows, bitch'

STUDENT #10: RIKA KATAYMA – DEAD

STUDENT #15: TAKASHI MAEDA – DEAD

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