Throughout the story, Characters' pasts backstories will be revealed to explain who they are and why they are making the choices they are making. Enjoy! ;)

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 1:56 A.M. (Deserted Island: Woodland)

Stevie's POV

Damn! The arrow in my leg is starting to hurt like a bitch! I sat down on a chipped log by a creek and reached for the arrow. It started hurting like hell even when I didn't touch it. So, how am I going to get through three days like this?

I looked through my bag and found the life-saving water. Thank God. I brought the bottle up to the arrow and started to douse the wound slowly and carefully. The blood washes off immediately and creates a stream leading into the shining bank of water behind me.

"That should be good, it looks tender enough," I mumble quietly as I cease the waterfall of drinking water and begin to look at the arrow curiously. Why did Gibby shoot me with this Godforsaken thing! He must have lost it…that definitely explains it. I'm starting to lose my mind as well actually.

I reached for the tail of the arrow and quickly pulled it out causing a flood of pain to shoot through my leg. I scream in agony as blood begins to stream from the open wound. After what seemed like hours, I muster up the strength to lift myself up and wash off the remaining blood from my leg. Afterwards I reached over and pulled my belt out of my school skirt and unhooked the metal center to wrap my leg with the leather. It helped, but only a little. Whatever…it'll do for now. What I really need to do is find Zander. God knows where he is now.

I immediately collapse after I put weight on my leg and I begin to laugh at the irony. I was Garside's star runner and now I can't even limp away, how stupid is that. I guess I'll have to crawl…not! There's no way I'll be that stupid. I might as well scream "Defenseless and Helpless Girl Only A Mile Away!" at the top of my lungs.

Instead I drag myself over to the side of the creek and lay my bag and satchel on my right.

My weapon! I haven't been able to see what lucky item awaits me. I reach over to my bag and begin to dig through it. My hopes go dim once I figure out what big bad weapon I had received. It was a stupid little switchblade! This is like candy compared to guns and bombs.

"Well aren't I a lucky little warrior tonight," I sigh irritably and throw it back in the bag. "Might as well get some shut eye," I tell myself with an annoyed tone. I was able to luckily find a soft patch of grass near the bank to rest my leg and sleep for the night. Fellow competitors won't be a problem considering that I'm deep in the woods near the cliffs. They're all probably off playing in the open and finding me in this exact spot is a pretty slim circumstance. With that, I closed my eyes and began to hold my hands together and pray.

"Dear God, please help us all. Please give us the strength to get through this. Show us a path to redemption, a path to freedom. Please God, help me…help Zander," I open my eyes and look over at the blue beanie still in my satchel, the one he gave to me. Be safe Zander.

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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 2:12 A.M. (Deserted Island: Forest)

Zander ran through the trees in a panic. He glanced over his shoulder every now and then to see if anyone was chasing him like a psychopath would usually do. Not yet. He still kept running not knowing where to go.

"C'mon! Where is she!" Zander hissed while slowing down to a stop once he made it to a cabin. He was shaking his head with disbelief as he looked at his weapon. A GPS tracker. Pretty good in his case. Zander panted heavily while wiping the sweat from his face with his forearm.

'Gotta keep moving,' he thought to himself. Determination swept over him and he took off once again like a bullet being shot off. He knew she was a fast runner considering her star spot on the track team but this is ridiculous. Zander groaned in discomfort after feeling a sharp pain in his chest, and slowly lowered himself to the ground.

'I waited for her,' he thought, 'Outside…I waited, but she…God where is she?' His breaths became gradual again and he looked at his tracker once more. Zander eyes suddenly widened in fear at the sight. Just a mile away, the tracker picked up four individuals. He turned around (eyes still wide with concern) and gazed past the trees. The leaves reflected the moonlight almost perfectly but he couldn't see anything, the bushes were just too thick.

"God!" he spat while trying to get up. His heart was beating like a rapid knock on the door. 'I don't think…I'll be able to run anymore.' Instead he decided to fast-walk and keep a steady eye out for anyone he considered deadly (Everyone to be exact.).

The red dots on his tracker soon moved farther down the coast and were out of range. Zander smiled, letting out a deep breath of relief. He knew that there were at least a handful of people who wouldn't play this sick game, Stevie being one of them. He threw his bag onto the base of an old tree, hearing the rough thud it made and sat down next to it.

"I don't think boxing is going to help me in this situation," Zander sighed deeply and rested his head on the tree. The stars suspended above him in a beautiful pattern.

'Wonder how mom's doing? Hopefully she isn't too heartbroken…She would have been so proud!' Zander thought, bringing tears to his eyes. 'The championship's next week. I've been practicing for months and…mom and dad would have been so proud. They were when I first brought home my first trophy…Now, if I come home alive…that's sure to make them happy.'

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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 2:27 A.M. (Deserted Island: Seashore)

Mindy's POV

Ugh! First, My grade point average turns out to be a 3.8 for my entire senior year, then I torture myself for months in order to get this trip planned to perfection and THEN I realize that all my hard work has gone to waste and that I have to spend three damn days on a bug infested island! What a fabulous Grad Trip!

Sarcasm has always been my strong point. I guess it's so that I can guard myself from inadequate morons. Sometimes I feel bad about it sure, but it's my way of defense. I never had a boyfriend…scratch that…I never had a typical boyfriend. When I say typical I mean the date-for-three-weeks-then-it's-over type of thing. Every girl in my class hooked up with someone whether it'd be Kendall Knight the star player on the Basketball Team or Kirby Bancroft, the richest pansy you'll ever meet.

I was the only one not getting a piece of the action, but without another second going by, I met the one guy that changed me. He was Josh Nichols, the most up to par guy I've ever met. I remember the first time I ever talked to him and usually when it comes to casual conversation…I'm not your girl. Any who, it was back in the 9th grade at a science fair. He won for the third time in a row and of course it ticked me off considering the effort I put into my presentation, so I confronted him about it. He was so defensive. Defensive. That's the only word to sum him all up.

My parents were so strict when it came to my grades…a B+ was like an F- to them. So when I lost the science fair they were extremely disappointed and it was Big-Headed Nichols' fault. After that day, we never saw eye to eye. We were like sworn enemies until junior year. During winter break we were fighting over something completely irrelevant like who was going to get the higher score on the midterms or something. His idiotic stepbrother Drake Parker was out on a date with Amanda McKay. Although she was smart, she wasn't smart when it came to choosing illegible guys to date. Anyways, in the middle of the argument Josh pulled me aside and yelled these specific words, "God You're Amazing!" And then…he kissed me. I know! I should have pushed him away, but…I couldn't. It was the first time someone got through my cold and hard shell and found me.

After the kiss I was struck with confusion and embarrassment. I wanted to runaway, but I also wanted to do it again. Instead I smiled…I gave him a nice smile and a giggle. Me…giggle…I know right, it was a shock to me too at the time. He was just so sweet to me. He treated me like I goddess unlike most guys who would usually call me 'Vice Bitch' or 'Uptight Skank'.

Now, I'm being forced to kill him. Great way to start off my life as an adult. I laugh at myself and pull the strap of my backpack close my chest. To top it all off, I'm stuck with these incompetent morons.

"Hehe, Hey Cookie! When're we gonna find 'im," Ned Bigby said with an idiotic smile.

"Soon! And quit callin me that!" Simon hissed at him. I take a deep breath of frustration. The whole reason I'm with these fools is because I accidentally ran into them in the woods. Now they're forcing me to go along with them cause of how smart I am.

I look over and see Owen walking by my side with a look of toughness on his face. He never said anything, even when the teacher would call his name in our class he would just shrug and draw on a piece of paper. He was always a stand-off type of guy but when it came to friends…why would he choose these two? It was mind baffling in the least.

"Hey! Why don't we just fire our guns! Scare 'em away!" Ned gasped while tapping his head as if he were some genius. Oh yes…fire your gun in the air…out in the open…that'll do the trick. Idiot. Simon just scoffed and continued to walk down the shore with swagger. We finally reached the cliffs at the far end of the shore and look at Simon like he was some leader. Why Am I HERE!

"Aight!" he whispered, "Me and Ned are gonna scope out this place, Owen! You keep an eye on the Uptight Bitch." I roll my eyes as he looks at me and sneers. Ned and Simon were finally gone and out of sight. The sounds of the rolling waves soothe me and allow me to feel at ease.

"It's Nice," I hear a small voice say from my side. I look over with confusion and realize it's Owen…he finally spoke.

Owen's POV

"It's nice," I say with hesitation. I really wish I never said it now that I see the look on her face. "It's nice…don't you agree," I say again with a calmer voice. She fixes me with a suspicious glance and looks back at the ocean.

"Yeah…I guess. So…those were your first words," she says with a laugh. Mindy Crenshaw laughing…wow…Well, it's now or never I suppose. I look down and smile at how red I'm becoming.

I ignore her and stare out at the sea's reflection of the moon. I sense her tensing up beside me, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

"So…who're you guys looking for?" Mindy asks after swallowing dryly.

"Beck Oliver," I tell her with tone of regret in my voice.

"B-Beck! Why him? I mean…why do you guys want to find him?" she asks me with a serious voice. "You're not actually playing I hope," she whispers with concern. I shake my head and lean my elbows against my thighs.

"I'm not…they-" I point over to where Ned and Co- I mean Simon, went off to, "are…I'm just tagging along to make sure they don't get hurt."

"You're protecting those morons?" Mindy asks me sternly, "Are you joking Owen?" I chuckle at her persistence and draw in the sand with my finger.

"That's right Mindy."

"But why them? Of all people! Why are you teaming up those imbeciles!" she whispers violently at me. Honestly, I can't answer her question. I guess it's because those two were the only people I had a connection with. My parents were always out getting drunk whenever they could and I was always left behind at our rundown apartment to take care of my three siblings.

When I first started out at Garside in the sixth grade, I was filled with angst…hatred. I hated everyone in my class, and that's why I never spoke. Before I knew it, I resorted to violence and would casually wind up in street fights in my neighborhood. I guess it was like a release for my anger, but deep down I knew it was something else. I always loved the feeling of power. The feeling you get when you tower over someone else in triumph and look right into their pathetic eyes.

I bite down on my lip to avoid Mindy's question and give her a slight shrug. "Dunno," I tell her while narrowing my eyes. "I guess it's cause I never had a real friend…or a real person to look up to actually."

"Owen." She whispers while shaking her head. "You know, you're quite decent once that entire exterior is looked among," I look at her and laugh at the statement. What the hell did that mean? Suddenly her sympathetic look faded and was replaced with look of annoyance, "It means…that you're not so bad once people get to know you." She sighs and looks forward. I nod with understanding and continued to look at her face.

"I don't think you're a…ya know…a bitch or anything," I tell her.

"Really, oh wow…that means so much to me," she sighs again.

"I mean it. You're not that bad either Crenshaw."

"What is with you people and referring to individuals by their last name? Just call me Mindy," Mindy chuckles while shaking her head. Her brown hair softly flying in the ocean breeze. She's hugging her knees tightly while breathing in the sea air.

"Aight…Mindy," I say slowly. I look into the sea and wonder what it would have been like if my fam and me actually went to the beach as a family. Actually took trips together or spent time together. It pissed me off whenever I saw some kid hop into his mom and dad's arms, who would shower him with 'Love'. That word has never been something I was familiar with.

"Damn! Ol' fools had to go out and get drunk off of cookin' wine," I hiss. It was Christmas Eve in 2007 and I took my siblings to the mall in order to give them a somewhat memorable Christmas Eve. Ma and Pops were at home as drunk as can be and even slapped Tyrone (the youngest of us).

"Owen? Can we go to the toy shop?" my ten year old sister, Abby, asked while tugging on my heavy coat. We were in FAO Schwartz, one of the most successful toy havens in the NYC. It was any kids fantasy.

"Look at dis!" little six year old Jasper squealed with delight as he snatched a toy train from the shelf.

"Oooh, and this!" four year old Lena gasped as she held a delicate baby doll. Tyrone was still whimpering in my arms from the stinging slap on his chubby cheek.

"Don't worry…Soon, we'll have the Christmas we've always dreamed of havin'. Aight, I'll make sure we do," I whisper to him.

The memory makes me laugh and feel bittersweet. I have to survive…I have to protect them...I have to.

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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 2:57 A.M. (Deserted Island: Boat Docks)

Narrator's POV

Simon and Ned slowly walked down the dock with caution and looked at one another with sinister smiles. Obviously the boats were retrieved to bring down the temptation of escaping.

"Did ya hear that?" Simon whispered. Ned cupped his ear and shook is head.

"What you talkin' about? I don't hear a damn-" Simon smacked the brunette on the back of his head causing him to jump.

"Shut the hell up fool," Simon hissed while raising his assigned weapon (an Uzi Submachine gun). He motioned his head towards it and smiled in a cocky manner. "With this fucker, we'll be able to blow those bitches away," He snickers. Ned put up a goofy smile like always and nodded. Suddenly from just a few feet away they spotted someone. "Jackpot! I was hoping it'd be Oliver…ah well, might as well take this one instead."

The two boys hop from the wooden dock and land onto the sand with a thud starling their victim. "What do we have here?" Ned laughs.

"Dunno, but man this one is fine," Simon chuckles while waving his gun in her face.

"Should we get her right here?" Ned jeers.

"Nah," Simon says with a lip curving smile. "What weapons ya got girl?" The girl stands there and sobs into her hands but reaches into her bag anyway pulling out a can of pepper spray.

"Please," she cried, "Don't do this! I'm begging you!" The two delinquents looked at one another before letting out a stupid storm of laughter.

"Please! Don't!" Ned mocked while holding his stomach in laughter.

"Beggin' won't get you anywhere," Simon scoffed as he raised his gun to her forehead. "Now…is that seriously all you freakin' got?" her face quickly turned red with anger as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Guess I couldn't expect more from the two morons!" she shrieks, but quickly regrets it.

"What did you say Bitch?" Simon hisses, holding the trigger with anticipation.

"Damn! You about to get your ass blown up beyotch," Ned snickers. The girl stands strong and looks straight into Simon's eyes.

"I said… I couldn't expect more from the two morons," she repeats with confidence. Suddenly Simon snaps and thrusts the barrel of the Uzi right into her chest.

"Fucking Skank!" he shouts, but right when he pulls the trigger, it's been taken from his hands and is now in the possession of his "victim". Without another second going by, she fires the gun at a rapid rate and impales Simon with two rounds of bullets. Blood sprays from the boy's body and mouth as he falls back into the sand in a bloody mess. He groans from the overwhelming pain and squirms in his spot, coughing up the red liquid.

"Ah, now this," she says while admiring the gun, "is much better…thanks Simon."

The girl smiles in satisfaction before turning over to see Ned's pale face. His mouth was in an 'O' and he couldn't even speak. "What's wrong?" she says to him in a soft voice, "Are you upset that I killed your pathetic excuse for a friend?"

"Cookie!" He screams in anguish while running over to him. "Y-You psycho!"

"Whaddya mean Psycho?" laughs the girl, "I was just defending myself."

"You're Crazy! You're freakin' crazy!" screamed Ned with tears pouring from his eyes. He turned on his heel and ran for it. He whimpered hysterically as he looked over his shoulder and realized he was so screwed. How could he outrun machine gun bullets? Ned felt something slam into his foot and fell to the sandy floor (he was tripped by a log on the shore). He looked up to the girl with a tear stained face and pleaded to her. "Wait! Stop! Please I-I don't wanna die! Please Stop It!" Ned cried hysterically while shaking his head.

"Wait! Stop!" the girl mocked while holding her hands up to her face. "Beggin' won't get you anywhere," she smiled and pointed the gun at him.

"N-No!" he screamed but it was too late, she already lodged over a dozen bullets into his head. She watched as Ned fell on his back and allowed his life to slip away.

"Did you hear that!" Mindy says anxiously. Owen nods and gets up immediately.

"Gunshots…huh," Owen says with a frown. Mindy crosses her arms and nods.

"Sounds like it," she sighs. "You think they actually found Beck? Oh God! They actually killed him!" Mindy says tightening the grip on her arms.

"Dunno," Owen says with his head held high in the air. "You stay here and keep hidden." Owen walks off but feels his bright white dress shirt being tugged with tremendous force.

"So!" spits Mindy, "You're just going to leave me here, huh! What if they come back and kill me Owen Reynolds? Those two and I aren't exactly at good terms," Mindy says angrily, pointing in their direction. Owen takes a deep breath and grabs her hand.

"Just stay here, and if you're in trouble…just yell for me."

"What's that going to do?" Mindy laughs with sarcasm. "I highly doubt screaming will help once a gun is pointed at me and you're a mile away!"

Owen groaned with irritation while punching the palm of his fist. He thought long and hard about what to do, but wasn't able to come up with a logical solution. If only he were Logan or Freddie Benson…

"Okay, you can come but don't make a sound Mindy. Stay close too," he assured her. She nodded with a look of agreement. They paced anxiously over to dock and couldn't believe their eyes. Half of Ned's head was blown off and his blood was sprayed over the sand. Mindy gasped in horror and backed away.

'Holy Shit,' Owen thought to himself as he covered his mouth to keep himself from vomiting.

"What happened? Who did this?" Mindy asked, getting a closer look.

"I dunno-" He was cut off when a hand grabbed his ankle and started pulling at it. Surprised, Owen hopped up with a scream and pointed his Colt Python at his attacker. It wasn't something he expected, it was Simon. "C-Cookie?" Owen gulped in fear. Simon loosened the grip he had and continued to cough blood right onto Owen's dress pants (luckily they were black). "Cookie! Who did this?" Owen snapped while leaning down to his level. Mindy shook her head and rubbed her forehead with her white sleeve.

"It waz…d-d-da b-b-bitch," Simon sputtered, his hands covered in the red sticky liquid. "It was C-Ca-Ca," suddenly a gunshot rang out and Simon coughed up one last bit of blood before letting his face fall to the sand.

"Ah, très bien," a voice coos from above. Owen and Mindy look over and can't believe their eyes. It was Camille Roberts (Girl # 6, Class 3-C), the drama queen of Garside. "Magnifique!" she shouts with joy, leaping down from the dock. "Those two were such a pain…don't you two agree," Camille smirked.

"Camille? What're you-" Mindy too a step forward but felt frightened once the acting princess pointed the Uzi right at her.

"You did this?" Owen asked in a terrified tone.

"Of course! I decided to get back at them…all the names…all the teasing," Camille half-smiled and began to giggle, "Ends here."

"So you killed them!" Owen barked while advancing towards her.

"Why are you so tense? I thought you'd be glad to be rid of them. Now you're free from them," Camille chided. "Oh my, it was a thrill…killing them…it felt way too good." Mindy's eyes were wide with fear as she saw the darkness in Camille's eyes.

"So…it was you huh?" Owen questioned.

"Yes. It was," Camille answered in sing-song fashion. "Oh, the beautiful masterpiece created from two individuals' deaths is just too breathtaking to endure."

Owen reached for his magnum slowly. Mindy saw this and shook her head sternly.

'Don't do it you idiot,' she thought and pursed her lips. Owen took deep shallow breaths and pulled the gun on Camille quickly while she was admiring her 'art'.

I have to survive…I have to protect them...I have to.

The bullet misses her by just an inch, and causes Camille to spin around with her Uzi. Mindy falls back in shock and shuffles back a few feet with her mouth wide open.

"So, you wanna play that game huh," Camille snarled, pulling the trigger. Owen flew back as his body endured a spray of gunfire.

Owen? Can we go to the toy shop?

His blood floated in the air around him like mist as Camille fired again with no emotion etched on her pale face.

Look at dis!

Owen groaned in pain and began to loosen the grip he had on his gun as he flew into the shallow waves of the sea.

Oooh, and this!

He looked up at the starry sky and began to smile as the pain of the bullets surged through him.

Don't worry…Soon, we'll have the Christmas we've always dreamed of havin'. Aight, I'll make sure we do.

"Just try and have it…without me…" he looks over at Mindy who is shaking her head in disbelief.

It's nice

'Yeah it sure is…' Owen laughs painfully at his words as he takes his last breath. The rumbling waves lifting him up slightly and putting him back down.

"No…No!" Mindy shrieks with grief as she runs to her dead friend.

Mindy's POV

No…no, no, no and NO! This can't be happening. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I kneel down next to him in the water. His face smiling at me.

He was different…he was different from every other guy. He didn't deserve this.

"Aw, are you upset Mindy," I hear Camille say with a straight face.

"No…" I answered, my lips quivering with anger. "I'm PISSED OFF!" I let my face fall to my hands as drops of water drip from my eyes. Tears…I'm crying. I hate it so much.

I mean it. You're not that bad either Crenshaw

I feel a sudden rush of sorrow go through me. "Why are you doing this Camille?" I wail, "What did we ever do to you?" Camille frowns in annoyance.

"You all were the reason my life at Garside was a living hell. Hope to see you there…Robo-Bitch" she says with a low voice. I shake my head and get up but drop back down once Camille pulls the trigger once more. So much blood is gushing from my body as the bullets pierce my skin through my school shirt. I lay my face down in the water and feel even more bullets shred through me a second time. The unbearable pain sets in and I start to close my eyes hoping that it would end soon.

'Robo Bitch…that's a new one,' I think about what Camille said to me and watch as my blood mixes in the sea water. It was a great year…even though it has to end like this…I'm so glad I could be Class 3-C's Student Vice President. I'll miss them all…especially, Josh.

Boy # 14: Ned Bigby (ELIMINATED)

Boy # 19: Simon Nelson Cook (ELIMINATED)

Boy # 17: Owen Reynolds (ELIMINATED)

Girl # 7: Mindy Crenshaw (ELIMINATED)

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