Hey guys! It is now morning on the island and another day of horror is about to take place!

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 5:50 A.M. (Deserted Island: Storage Garage)

Kacey's POV

My eyes burn from all the sunlight spilling in through the holes in the tin roof. The air is cold and filled with emptiness as I rub my stung eyes.

"Ugh," I groan as I struggled to sit up on the rafters. My body was still sore from the position I tried to sleep in last night, God I miss my queen sized bed. I check my watch with worry filling me. "Thank God…didn't miss the report," I sigh in relief, letting my perfect smile shine. The time is 5:53 and the report begins in seven minutes.

Remember honey…the enemy will never suspect you if you're up high

My dad's voice goes through my head. He's a navy officer and always had advice and survival tips up his sleeves. Whether I wanted to hear them or not, he always taught me whatever I needed to know if I was ever stranded or on the battlefield.

"Thanks Dad," Kacey yawned. I look at a bracelet dangling from my arm and smile at it. My good luck charm. I remember finding it in my locker in the 9th grade after cheer leader practice. Stll in my uniform, I pulled it out with a confused feeling in my head until Amanda pointed out.

"Maybe it's from a secret admirer Kace," she giggled behind me holding her cheer bag and pompoms. Amanda. Why her you assholes! She was my best friend and sister. We even tried out for cheerleading together right on the first day of school. She was there for me ever since then and now…

I feel tears flood my eyes thinking about all the memories we all shared. Me, Jo, Cat and Amanda playing Just Dance in the living room, moving in the weirdest ways possible. Now, those days are over.

"Hope they're okay," I whisper to myself while grabbing my things suddenly. Luckily, my weapon is a AK-47. Lucky…I should say saved by God! After hearing the gunfire from across the island, I panicked and blindly ran in here. I scaled the shelves and objects and made a little camp up here in the rafters near the ceiling. How talented am I?

Sadly, my cosmetics aren't up to par but…who the hell cares. My looks are the least of my worries and I need to focus on surviving until the very end. I will never die in the hands of someone so desperate and sick. I will not die in the hands of a sick person willing to play this game.

"Better get out there and search for a water source while the announcements are going," I say to myself, trying to lower myself to the ground. Once my pink TOMS hit the slowly plant to the floor I take a deep breath and strap my weapon around my shoulder. As if, I'm not carrying that!

At this rate I'd be out of water in just an hour so hopefully a source wouldn't be too far away. Food…that is something I don't want to worry about for a while. I exit the storage garage hidden in a mirage of leaves and thick tree tops hoping to make it back alive.

31 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 5:56 A.M. (Deserted Island: West Cave Entrance)

The sun is half-way into the purple and pink sky by the time Beck opens his eyes. The sea's fresh scent rolled into the cave and filled Beck's nose with delight. The morning dew plagued the island and seagulls were communicating with one another above the beach in the lavender sky. They were debating who should get the first serve for breakfast as the fishes danced happily near the shore.

If it weren't for the whole reason why they were here…this would actually be a beautiful sight. Beck glanced over and was warmed to see Tori with her head nuzzled on his dirt white shoulder sleeve. She stirred in her sleep for few seconds before slowly opening her eyes and squinting due to the sun's brightness.

"Awake?" Beck chuckled at her as she groaned. Tori smiled in embarrassment and nodded frantically.

"Yeah! Perfect…wait what time is it?" Tori crawled right over to her backpack to retrieve her own watch. Forgetting that her leg was still wounded, she hissed from the searing pain and leaned back.

Damn...it still hasn't gotten any better, Beck thought disappointed.

"Here Tor' let me get it."

"Oh, Okay. It's in my front pocket," she giggled while holding her calf. Beck nodded and dug through the front trying not to come off as…too rude. He finally found it and stared at the face of the watch intensely, trying to block out the sun's rays.

"It's…5:59," Beck announced with moan. Tori let out a sigh and motioned for Beck to hand her the backpack.

"Wanna relocate?" Tori asked after Beck handed it to her gently. Beck smirked in response after grabbing his things as well.

"Sure…let's look at the map and figure out where-" Beck was interrupted by a loud blaring sound in the distance. It was coming from some sort of speaker.

"Hello Students!" The voice chirped, "Oh my…I do love the mornings. Come now! Wake up you sleepy heads!" It was Mr. Eikner with his famous joyful tone.

"Good Morning to you dickhead," Beck muttered darkly.

"Now, I think it's time for a special announcement. It is now 6:00 A.M. and in my hands I have a list of all…your dead friends."

Beck shuddered at how he said that last part and started to feel uneasy all of the sudden. Tori was hugging her knees tightly with a kind of look you'd usually see if someone was scared about being picked to go in front of the class.

"How about we bend the rules and go with 'Gentlemen first eh?" he chuckled over the speakers. "Now first up…Boy # 1. Orenthal Gibson…Well then…It looks like our videogame king wasn't a great tactician after all," the sick man laughed at his own joke.

Beck's stomach twisted into knots. Gibby? But…Gibby was fine when they left. How…

Beck was lost in his own thoughts. Maybe he was killed right after we left or maybe he took his own life…or maybe…

Beck snapped out of it after the voice shouted the rest of the names. "Ooooh, looks like there was a big blowout with the boys!" he shouted, "Let's see, Boy # 14. Ned Bigby…Boy # 19. Simon-Nelson Cook…Boy # 17. Owen Reynolds. Looks like our group of no-gooders are out of the competition."

His voice was the most disturbing thing. It was always happy…always…even now. "Lastly, Boy # 12. Fredward Benson. Now for the girls…Girl # 14. Josephine Taylor…Girl # 7. Mindy Crenshaw the braniac…Girl # 4. Samantha Puckett, aw the class' lovey dovey couple didn't make it…oh well. Last but definitely not least, Girl # 3-"

"No," Tori whispered as she frantically got to her feet despite the pain and listened closely.

"Trina Vega." The name hung in the air like unmoving air. Beck looked over at Tori and felt awful due to the way she looked. All color was drained from her face and her chocolate eyes were staring into the distance. It was as if she was mentally gone. Before he knew it, water flooded her eyes but she didn't move or make a sound. Instead, the tears just trickled down her cheeks in little drops as her mouth parted and stayed slightly open.

"God job guys! Nine total! The pace is fantastic! Keep up the great work! Now, to those of you who died…too bad. You lose, oh well," he boomed with laughter over the microphone.

"You asshole!" Beck shouted. Much to his dismay, the teacher continued with his announcement.

"Fortunately, to those that are dead. You don't have to worry about the forbidden zones I'm about to announce."

"G-G-god…Why? Why her? Why my sister?" Tori said slowly still with the same expression on her pale face.

Yeah right! You're totally in love! It's written all over your little cheek bones

Trina's giddy voice rose inside her head.

It's Beck huh? Right? Beck Oliver?

"Trina…"

I'm your sister…that's all I need to tell you Tor

"Tell me! Why her!" Tori's cheeks were flushed with anger and she limped madly out into the morning sun. "What did we ever do to deserve this!" she continued screaming and cursing into the clouds as if someone would answer back.

"Tori…God, I'm so sorry," Beck whispered while walking over to her trembling form.

"Are you satisfied!" Tori snapped throwing Beck off of her.

"What? What are you…What are you talking about Tori?" he asked her in a state of confusion.

"Were you just mad that I had someone close and you didn't? Is that it?"

"How can you say that! Of course not!"

"Oh shut up! You were! Admit it already," Tori screamed at the top of her lungs while shoving Beck back with her bony arms.

"I lost someone close to me…How could I be jealous, I lost someone too Tori! It hurts like hell, but I'll get over it," Beck cried while grabbing her wrists.

"This is my sister! Not some best friend or someone I know! This Is My sister!" she bawled. "I can't…I can't just forget about her you bastard," Tori wept hysterically while yanking her hands back. Beck was wide eyed and advanced towards her.

"Tori…I'm sorry. I know it's hard…she was so full of life," Beck said with a smile while placing his hand on her trembling shoulder. "She was crazy alright, but she knew how to live life. During Prom she could not stop doing the Shuffle remember."

"Yeah…I remember," Tori sniffled, looking back at the prom dance. "I miss her. It kills me…I want her back," she sobbed deep into Beck's shirt. Beck brushed her hair back and began petting her head.

"Don't worry…we'll get our revenge. We'll avenge Trina…I'm sure of it okay?" Tori did nothing else but nod with her face still buried in Beck's chest. Suddenly, Mr. Eikner was back, chipper than ever.

"Now! Here are the danger zones for this morning, so listen close! At 7:00, E1 repeat! E1…you got that kiddos. Next at 9:00, B7! Then at 11:00, I4! You got that?" Beck scribbled all the times in each sector on his map and realized they were right in a danger zone. "Alright guys…I know friends dying on you can be pretty hard, but you all hang in there. We'll stay in touch soon okay?"

With that, the microphone emitted feedback and everything was quiet again. The waves rumbled softly from the ocean and Tori was still sobbing in Beck's arms.

"Come on Tor' were right in a danger zone. It's like the douche knew we were here," Beck grumbled, keeping one arm around Tori as they walked over to the center of the island into the trees. The shrubbery was thick and the bugs were at their absolute worst as the two of them kept moving along. They reached a little grove that was rich with flowers (in sector E3) and decided to rest there.

"Why Beck?" Tori unexpectedly said after being placed in a blanket of daisies.

"Why…what?" Beck laughed weirdly.

"Why are we suffering for other people's mistakes…what did we do that was bad?" Tori looked at Beck with a serious expression written on her face. Beck shrugged as a response and started to pick at the stems of the flowers surrounding them.

"Don't know…but ya know what?

"What?" Tori asked leaning forward with her palms deep in the soft grass.

"I'll never bow down to these bastards." Beck shot a look of determination right at Tori and smirked at her.

"You really think we can outsmart them?" Tori smiled as well with a light in her eyes.

"Yep…we just need to find the right people is all," Beck told her. Tori giggled with excitement while looking up to the sky.

"I'll make it Trina…I'll live for the both of us," she whispered up to the sky.

Bye lil' sis

Tori heard Trina's voice once again and chuckled. "Yeah. Later…Drama princess."

31 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 6:23 A.M. (Deserted Island: Church)

Kevin Reed was having a melt down. After hearing his friends' names blare over the speaker, he felt like all hell was breaking loose. He wasn't the most talented person in his class but he didn't want to be labeled "The Loser" any longer.

"I'll show them," he grinned insanely as he pulled out something large and deadly from his duffle bag. It was a horrifyingly large hatchet. He held high above his head and brought it down with brutal force causing it to lodge into the wooden floor of the church. "Yeah…" he moaned, "I'll show them. For real."

He yanked the brutal weapon from the floorboard and made his way out the two doors. The church was small and old-fashioned like the ones you'd usually have simple weddings in. It had painted windows with a picture of a peaceful man praying. How ironic.

As he stepped out into the open yard of the church, he breathed in the morning air and began to laugh out of stress. "What if they get me first?" he growled while looking down at his weapon. "I can't let that happen! Oh no, no, no,no. Can't be a loser this time!" he howled with spit flying from his mouth.

The dark-skinned boy looked in every single direction before slamming the hatchet into a tree causing birds to fly through the trees in a panic.

Not gonna die! Not gonna die! He thought over and over as the voices in his head flooded him.

Dang Andre. The music man

"Always a loser! I'm always the loser!"

Dude? We're basically telling you that you have no talent. Lulu's sad tone ran through Kevin like a bullet and struck his core.

Dude? We're basically telling you that you have no talent

"No talent, huh!" Kevin screeched as he leaped around the church pasture, swinging his hatchet around like a wand. "I'll show you what I'm really made of!"

Yeah… no… not even close. Like, even if Stevie Wonder sprinkled some of his gifted talent on you…

This angered Kevin even more and he screamed even louder. "Shut the Fuck Up..."

You still wouldn't come close

"Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut! UP!" he wailed into the treetops. "Lulu you shut your fat mouth! I'll show you what I can do!"

He ran hysterically through the trees and smirked suddenly. "I'll show all of you," he chuckled with a dark tone.

Kevin Reed…has lost it.

31 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 6:33 A.M. (Deserted Island: Hilltops)

Lulu Johnson walked slowly over the hills but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard something nearby.

"Kevin!" she whispered violently and rushed near the sound. It was him. Lulu knew it better than anyone. Lulu smiled wide and scurried down the hillside, letting all the dirt and grass stain her shirt and skirt. "I'm coming Kev!" she shouted in pure joy.

As she sped through the trees, her long hair trailed behind her like wind. She heard a voice from up ahead and ducked behind a thicket with her hand tightly grasped on the handle of a large kitchen knife in her bag (Lulu's designated weapon). Her eyes popped over the ticket briefly and she got a better look at the source of the voice. It was Stevie.

"Now…just got to head over to the clinic and get my dear old leg treated," Stevie groaned in irritation while patting her nasty looking leg. "Looks like I can limp…that's better than crawling…" she laughed at herself before picking up her things and heading off into the woods. Lulu didn't want to give Stevie her location. Not that she didn't trust her, but…it was just complicated. No one really understood Stevie at all, mostly because she was so rebellious. Lulu stood up on her tip toes and maneuvered through the bushes in order to search for Kevin.

Lulu never had a family…theoretically speaking that is. Her parents always worked up in the skyscrapers downtown and left Lulu to have dinner alone almost every night. Sometimes…she even ate Thanksgiving dinner alone while her other classmates had a memorable meal in their own homes with their close knit families. When she graduated, the two empty seats she reserved for them a week ago never became filled during the ceremony.

She was on her own ever since she could walk, so this whole survival thing wasn't a big shock to her. The only thing she couldn't shake off…was the 'Kill or be Killed' factor of it all. After watching Kendall zip right by and disappear into the night, Lulu wandered around aimlessly. She had no idea of what to do. Sure it was beyond stupid to just walk around like this but what else could she do?

True was the one person she hoped to see emerge from the school doors, but after seeing Gibby come back to the school building and perch himself up on the roof top. She wasn't sticking around any longer. Lulu remembered that situation of her trying to get away from Gibby as he shot bolts at her and Kendall.

After they both made it safely into the woods, Gibby ran off in a panic only to come back again and put his plan back into action.

"True…where are you girl?" Lulu panted while her hair blew in front of her face like it was dancing.

31 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 6:40 A.M. (Deserted Island: Grove)

Beck's POV

The breeze feels great this morning and the sun's bright light shines through the olive green leaves above us. I hope this food can last us. I look absently at my bread slice and sigh at the quantity but take a bite anyways. The loaf crunches under my teeth, but the inside warms my mouth and dances on my tongue causing it to beg for more.

I have to resist though, if I eat more…it won't last me long enough. I take a small swig of water before wrapping the rest of the bread back in it's foil wrap. The aluminum shines like a thousand stars as I hold it under the sunlight ans I place it back in my bag. Tori does the same after wiping her chin free of thirst quenching goodness.

"What now? We finished our…now I can't even call that breakfast," I sigh after zipping the duffle bag up in disappointment. Tori smiles at how stubborn I'm being and shrugs her shoulders in utter laziness.

"We could just stay here until noon," Tori suggests after laying back against a tree stump. How could we just sit here…What if we get spotted? Besides, we agreed to team up with whoever we could.

"Why? We need to find others. We need to form a god damn alliance," I say with a motivated tone in my voice. Tori laughs weakly.

"You're something else Beck Oliver."

"I try, I try," I chuckle with joy, my brain still drunk with exhaustion.

"Whoa…did you hear that?" Tori asks quietly with her hands placed firmly by her sides. I look at her with worry and jerk my head in all directions. Tori does the same but begins to hyperventilate from the suspense and leaps for her weapon.

"Damn it," I hiss, bringing the mace from my bag while cupping my ear to sense the intruder. "Where the hell are you?"

Tori clicks the pen causing the blade shoot out from the tip and raises it high above her head. Her entire body is shaking as she turns to me with wide eyes. I must be shaking as well, I can tell thanks to the rattling of the mace's chains. My hands slick with sweat as I squint into the dark shrubbery.

Is this it? Damn! Is this the end!

Tori let out a loud scream of fright causing me to swing around bringing the mace down with mighty strength as my eyes stayed closed. After opening them with sharp steady breaths, I see the spiked ball…deeply implanted in a tree trunk. I look around with panic rising in me when I realize Tori isn't anywhere to be found and shout her name.

"Tori! Tori! Answer me Tor'! Please!" I sink to my knees in disbelief, feeling the cool grass brush against my legs. The birds continue to chirp and sing happily…while I sit here in a mess.

"Stop it…" I hear a girl laugh from behind me. "Please! It tickles! You little cutie," I spin around and beam at the sight. It was Tori with…a cat right on her chest licking her face mercilessly. A cat…that's what I was afraid of? Seriously! Man, I need some serious help.

The animal continued to 'pur' and rub its head against the underside of Tori's flawless chin. "You're so adorable. And here we were thinking you were some knife wielding psycho," Tori chuckled, scratching its head gently.

"Maybe it is," I cough causing Tori to acknowledge me finally.

"Oh please. It's too cute for that."

"So are pandas, but that doesn't stop them from fatally harming humans," I say bluntly, my body collapsing into the grass.

"Pandas…for real! But they're so cute!" Tori shrieks. I laugh at her once again and can't help but adore her.

"Where did…whoa! He…come from," I say after checking the cat's sex.

"I don't know. Maybe he belonged to somebody before everyone was unexpectedly forced off the island. Look at how skinny he is. Poor baby," Tori whimpers, bringing the bony creature to her cheek. As if by reflex, the cat leapt from Tori's arms and ran off into the woods.

"What's its problem," I grin in amusement, watching the small animal run as fast as it can through the narrow trees.

"Me," a voice says blankly from behind them. Tori jumps in shock causing her to drop her penknife. Kevin Reed kneels down and picks it up slowly, observing every detail of it. "You honestly thought you could kill me with this Tori?" Kevin laughed hysterically while holding it high above his head. "That's freakin' hilarious."

"K-kevin," I stutter from fear after looking deeply into my reflection that came from a huge axe he had I his hands.

"Oh! Y-You like it! Oh, I'm so glad someone accepts me for once," Kevin laughs psychotically while throwing the penknife into the thick bushes. My mace…gotta get my mace. I run over to it and all my hope diminish. It was stuck deep in the thick tree trunk. Damn! I try and pull the ball out with all my might but it's no use.

"C'mon!" I cry, my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle and chain trying to pry it loose from the bark.

"Aw, are you have some difficulties Beck?" Kevin cooed with chuckle. Beck looked over at him and his eyes became wide with fear.

"Kev…please don't. Don't do this man," I say to him as slowly and as calmly as I possibly can. Unfortunately, my voice was trembling madly.

"Why shouldn't I? I'll I've ever been in my life was a freaking loser! Everyone always outshined me in something no matter what!" Kevin shouted slamming the blade of his axe into a tree. Tori back peddled into a bush with her mouth wide open in horror.

"What are you talking about? Remember that basket you made on the last second of the last Senior Game!" I cry with excitement to steer his mind elsewhere.

Kevin's POV

I remember that stupid game. I don't remember scoring the point though.

"Five seconds to go! The ball is in possession of the Guardian Angels from Garside. James Diamond is in clear possession of the ball for the team and must decide whether or not he should pass…or shoot himself."

"James!" I shout. "Over here!" James glances my way for a quick second then averts his eyes to the opposite side of the court. "Over here!" I shout once more.

Kendall is blocked by a seven-foot giant and Jake is on the clear opposite end. I'm the only hope he has. "James! Pass it! Pass it to me!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and I feel the bottom of my throat burn from it all. Our entire Class is in the bleachers cheering their heads off. Carlos is on the sidelines snapping photos with a goofy smile as always with Suzie right beside him with her pink glasses draping over the bridge of her nose. Logan is on the bleachers once again, but still has a huge smile on his face and is waving his towel around in hysteria. Kacey, Carly, Amanda, Tori, Cat, and Jo are cheering their hearts to the core in their crimson red and gray uniforms to motivate the basketball team to their best.

"Only two seconds! Diamond better make up his mind soon!" the announcer shouted from the megaphone.

"James! Pick me!"

James looked over at me and tossed the ball. I can't believe it. My big moment at last! I reach my hands up to feel the ball slam into my palms, but…nothing happens.

"There he goes!" the voice screamed followed by a thousand cheers echoing through the gymnasium. I open my eyes and see my hands empty…

"There goes Andre Harris! He's gonna dunk with only a second left on the clock." …Andre Harris! Why him! Always him! Always someone else! Never me…

Andre leapt up, covering magnificent distance and slammed the ball into the net. The clock reached 00:00 and Garside had won the game. My smile fades in utter disappointment. James, Kendall, Jake, Zander, Beck…even Logan went to liftAndre in the air as if he were some god to be praised. It was Andre who scored the winning point not him. It was always Andre. I was the loser who stood in his shadow.

"I didn't score ya know," I hiss at him, pulling the axe out of the tree bark with an angered expression. I'm mad as hell and I'm ready to show these people what I've got.

"Kevin! Don't! You're great at basketball! You're really amazing," Beck praises me, but he's lying. I'm a loser.

"I'm not, okay. You don't have to lie…I remember you and the rest of the team leaving the gym…carrying Andre into the locker room. I stayed in that gym…even when all the people left and it was just me…I stayed. I didn't understand why I was so pathetic in your eyes. I was practicing my hardest. Training at my best…so I could score at least a point during our final game…that never happened," I take one step towards Beck causing him trip backwards over a thick patch of grass.

"Come on Kevin! That was one point. It was a game."

"You don't get it! Andre's always been better at everything than me! Dancing, Singing, instruments, acting, sports, academics, you name it! He's always been in my spotlight and I've always been in his shadow…" I glare at my feet, hating the sight of me. I'm pathetic…a waste. I'll never live up to him! True…she loves him…it's not subtle…I know she loves him! He even stole the girl of dream from me! True Jackson!

"C'mon bro," Beck says trying to get up.

"Shut up!" I shout, startling him. Tori is in the corner of my eye, observing the entire situation with terror inside her. Maybe I'll go after her next…

"Kevin stop this!" she screams from the sidelines. Now, Kevin Reed goes in for the kill. There's only ten seconds on the clock and…

"I'll kill you! I'll show all of you!" I race towards Beck, bringing down my hatchet with brutal might. Sure, I wasn't the buffest dude…but who cares. Beck throws his pack in front of him and I feel the bag rip from under my hatchet. The contents spilled out like candy in a piñata and scatter onto the grass. Then I feel it…flesh. I look over my arms to see my axe digging into Beck's forearm.

"Gah!" he shrieks and pushes me away with great force. His forearm gushes with blood as I begin to smile in satisfaction.

"C'mon Beck…this won't hurt that much…it'll just hurt a lot!" I laugh, running full speed at him. He ducks as I bring the axe into the tree and then he grabs my ankle with all his might which causes me to lose my balance.

"Stop!" he bellows from below me and without another word we tumble down the hill, punching and kicking as we go. As I land on the base of the hill I hear something crack like a walnut…then everything goes red.

No…

The baby blue skies above blot out from all the red obstructing my vision. My eye hurts a whole lot also…So, is this where I end up?

I just didn't…want to be a loser…anymore

Beck's POV

I felt a surge of pain run through my head as I finished my last few rolls down this hill. After regaining my balance, I staggered to my felt with a sense of feeling drunk. Boy, what a rush.

"K-kevin?" I call out confused as can be but stumble over something that resembled a horrid sight. It was Kevin…his own hatchet lodged deep in the middle of his face.

"Kevin? Kevin?" I whimper falling backwards at how gruesome it looked. My hands were on the handle when I reached the bottom. Does that mean…I killed him! No! It can't be.

Kevin's face still has a smile spread across it. It was a smile of happiness, one that everyone loved when they saw Kevin. The axe ruined it though. It was even lodged into his left eye, splitting in half.

I can't handle it anymore. I crawl away quickly and begin to vomit up the bread I just ate. Not only was I throwing up from the sight of Kevin's butchered face, but also from the fact that it was me who caused the face to end up looking like that.

"I can't just leave you like this…" I breathe deeply after wiping my mouth. I hesitate for a second, but reach down and wrap my fingers around the handle. After a few hard tugs, the hatchet finally came free making the most horrific squelching sound I've ever heard.

How could someone so joyful. Someone so positive and optimistic. How can someone just flip like that and go off?

"Beck!" I hear Tori call from above with a tone of uncertainty in her voice. She probably thinks I'm dead right now…I would. I hear Tori continuously call my name until she emerges from the top of the hill, her eyes widening in astonishment at how steep it was. Then, she screamed at what she saw at the bottom. Her color was gone again, but it wasn't me…it wasn't Kevin's body…it was something else.

"Look what we have here," someone says from behind me and I feel a cold piece of metal touch the back of my cold, but sweaty neck. It was a gun. The barrel of a gun was being pressed against my neck.

Boy # 3: Kevin Reed (ELIMINATED)

30 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 7:12 A.M. (Deserted Island: Hilltops)

Carlos Garcia couldn't believe his eyes. Beck Oliver…the boy he'd know since the sixth grade…had killed someone. He killed Kevin Reed. Carlos was humming loudly and covered his ears with both hands as he fled the scene. His bags clashing wildly with each stride he took in order to get away from the "Demon Boy". That's what his Mama called them. One time while Carlos was playing with a toy camera at the dinner table, a news story came on about a young man at age 16 who murdered both of his parents.

"God, please help this demon boy. Let your will take him from the devil's hands and cleanse him of evil," his Mama would say. She always said this when a delinquent or troubled young man or woman would come up on the news.

"They've been tainted O' Lord. Please save them. Please rid the Earth of demon boys and girls."

"Demon boy…Demon boy!" Carlos cried as he hummed. His fresh tears fell in sprinkles behind him as he kept running for help. Where would he go…if someone like Beck was killing…then who could he trust now? Kendall, James and Logan were nowhere to be found and…he was scared.

My first group of friends

Where were they when he needed them the most?

He collapsed to the ground, letting all of his bags fall like stones around him.

"What Now!" he sobbed into his knees, rocking back and forth. After a few minutes, he took out his memorabilia of photos hidden in his unorganized backpack. The first one was when Carlos and his three best friends went to Garside for the first time seven years ago. They all looked so young and bright, smiling into the camera. That was the day James, Kendall and Logan all tried out for the basketball team with determination in their hearts.

"C'mon 'Litos! It'll be fun!" Kendall cried yanking on the small boy's dress shirt.

"Nah, besides…I'm a clumsy fool. I'll probably trip over my own two feet on the court. Hahaha!"

"I miss you guys…" Carlos wept, holding the picture to his chest. Then he saw it. The picture that defined their entire friendship. The one where they were Carlos was sitting down (battered and bruised) with his rescued puppy, sparky. Logan draping an arm around Carlos shoulder with a nervous smile and James on the other side with boastful look of triumph giving a thumbs up. Kendall was right behind Carlos with both arms around the other two boys' shoulders, smiling brightly through his bruised face and cut lip. Sparky was panting happily while snuggling to Carlos' chest.

My first group of friends,' Carlos thought to himself, 'My best friends… my brothers.'

"Don't let them die O' God…please don't." Carlos smiled through his tears at the photo and began to frown in anger. "If anyone is to die…let it be the demon boy!"

30 Students Remaining

Uh oh...Beck's in trouble! Who could that gun holder be? Will Carlos finally meet up with the other guys! What will become of the students as the Battle Royale competition continues to rage every second?