Uh Oh! What's going to happen to Beck! Find out in this new chapter... :D

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 7:20 A.M. (Deserted Island: Pasture – Bottom of Hilltops)

The barrel of the gun poked Beck roughly against his neck causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

"If X=2 and Y=7…and the equation was X-Y…then the answer would come out be… -5!" Beck took slow breathes to keep himself from throwing up again. "Turn around slowly!" the voice shouted from behind which caused Beck to jump in shock. Beck felt the gun tremble on his skin which meant that the holder was just as scared as he was. Beck obeyed his attacker's orders and turned around as slowly as he possibly could to the point where he was moving at a snail's pace. His hands were raised high in the air; the morning winds breezed through his sticky red fingers (from the circumstance with Kevin only moments ago) and down his sweaty back.

When he finally turned around, he came face to face with the class representative and student body president of Class 3-C, Robbie Shapiro. Not only was Robbie rich and hella stuck up… his father owned nearly five corporations world wide. Robbie looked awful, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was matted to his head from all the sweat he produced. His thin lips were two trembling lines on his pale and blue face as he held the gun ( a .45 Caliber Pistol) with his shaking hands.

"Don't move…I'll shoot! You hear me!" Robbie shouted again. Beck didn't say one word, just nodded in response. "G-good. Now…did you kill him?" he asked with a shaky voice, motioning his gun towards Kevin's corpse quickly. Beck nodded once more but added a "But" at the end. "But what?"

"It was a complete accident…I swear," Beck told Robbie slowly with his hands still raised. The blood that came from the wound made by Kevin's axe continued to flow from Beck's forearm. It dripped off of his elbows and into the soft soil underneath the two boys.

"An accident?" Robbie spat. His wire rimmed glasses low on the bridge of his nose as if his own body was quaking. "Yeah right! I saw you throw that axe right into his damn head!"

Shit! Beck thought. He had a gun right in front of him and had no idea how he would get away from it. Robbie was on the verge pulling that trigger…what could Beck do.

"Everyone's serious, eh? Fine! I'll be the one to survive. I'll get into a good school…particularly Harvard and…" Robbie's eyes drooped a little and his thin lips turned into a sinister smile. "You all don't deserve to live! Farting away your chances for a future just like…like-like Mike or whatever his name was! He was a slacker just like you! Playing your wretched instruments and lusting after girls…pathetic."

Beck felt his body bubble with anger. "Don't ever talk about Mike like that. He was a lot more than you'll ever be!" Beck shouts in pure anger, his face flushed with redness and anger that blended with the drops of red on his face. Robbie staggered backwards but began to smile sickly.

"Aha! Looks like I struck a nerve, huh?" The air is tense and it felt like one move from either of them would be their last. Beck looks to his side and lets his eyes scan the hill at the top. No sign of Tori.

"I have to get back to her…but he'll kill me if I try," Beck hissed under his breath.

"W-what was that? What a-are you whispering," Robbie screamed, his finger trembling against the trigger. "No one can be trusted huh? I guess you'll be the first to know that much," after Robbie finished this comment…a loud gunshot rang through the pasture. Blood splattered onto Beck's face and into his mouth a little when he opened his eyes to expect the worse.

"W-what?" Beck whispered lowly while staring at Robbie wide eyed. Robbie's entire right arm was gone and was now lying in a patch of grass with a gun still clasped in its fingers.

"AHHHH!" the one-armed boy yelped as blood gushed from his arm socket. "T-t-t-this Isn't…OVER!" he leapt forward, knocking Beck to the ground and wriggled towards his lonely arm. He resembled a pathetic bug the way he crawled over to it and pried his gun loose from the cold fingertips. "Aha! Now I've got you."

Beck wiped his face in a panic; his hands were completely covered with the red substance now. Beck watched helplessly on the ground as Robbie hobbled over and pointed the gun with his left hand at Beck. A sick smile still plastered on the class representative's face, his face drenched with sweat as he panted.

"Game Over!" he howled, pulling the trigger. BOOM. Another gunshot but, again, Beck wasn't the one it was meant for. Beck stared absently up at Robbie who now had a gaping hole in his stomach. Beck could see right through it like a fishbowl and it freaked him the hell out. Beck let out a loud scream as Robbie fell into the grass face forward, his blood flying through the air like water out of a jet hose. The bright green grass now looked like a small valley of blood red sadness.

Beck was covered with it now. Who fired those shots!

"You okay?" a voice shouted from the other side of the pasture. Beck was still wide eyed and dazed from all the violence he witnessed in only a few minutes time. It was like a horrible…horrible horror flick. "I said…are you okay?" the voice shouted again. Beck's ear was ringing terribly from the gunfire and all he could do was sit there with a horrified expression.

He suddenly felt someone tug him up onto his feet from behind. He swayed back a forth from all that happened and looked over his shoulder to see who it was. It was the one and only Katniss Everdeen; a shotgun in her hands along with a quiver of arrows strapped on her back.. The transfer student of Class 3-C rescued Beck.

Boy # 21: Robert Shapiro (ELIMINATED)

29 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 7:37 A.M. (Deserted Island: Tourist Building)

Suzie Crabgrass sat in the corner on the reception area without making a single sound. The building looked old and looked like it was vacant for years and years to come. The ceiling had layers of pesky dust and was decorated with wires and nails that went across the entire gray ceiling like a tangle of vines. The marble desk had nothing on top of it and the only thing that Suzie found in this entire room was a set of misleading flyers for the island. The neatly trimmed girl pushed her lavender glasses up the bridge of her broad nose and read it word for word.

"'Come to Buela Vista. The place where all your worries will disappear…enjoy yourself as you live on one of the most beautiful islands in the world…'" The flyer had a picture of a married couple sitting in a hot tub enjoying margaritas while they looked out at the splendid view of the entire island.

"Wow…this place was beautiful," Suzie gasped as she saw all the men, women and children frolicking around the colorful buildings. Children leaving and entering the very same school Suzie left last night in tears. Everything was so normal here…what happened?

Suzie placed the flyer by her side and rested her hands in her lap. The plaid skirt flattening as she patted it down. "What to do…" she giggled while looking around the dirty old room. The doors were boarded shut so Suzie had to try and get in through the busted window near the lounge area. She stared at the blank walls with a sad look in her eyes and started to hear the names play back in her mind

Gibby…Jo…Sam…Freddie…Mindy…Trina…Owen…

She just couldn't stop thinking of them and their faces danced in her head.

Hi Suzie! Remember us! We died! But don't worry…your time will come soon…

She grew up with all of these people and now they were just a memory…a distant memory that would only keep up in conversation or even the late night news shows, give or take a few. Suzie shook her head a few times and forced a positive smile to find a way back on her face.

"C'mon Suzie. Can't think all bad like that…we can find a way out of this," Suzie whispered to herself in great optimism. Suzie was always optimistic, and always had a smile on her face. However, she was also a bit competitive but now…she couldn't careless about winning (it wasn't even a priority to her). She just wanted to make it out of here with her friends so they can all grow old together (sure it's cliché but whatever).

"Hey," a girl said after jumping through the window. It was Jennifer Mosely and she wasn't looking for a fight. "You doing okay?" Jennifer (a.k.a. Moze) sat down next to Suzie and grinned widely.

"Yeah, did you run into any trouble Moze?" Suzie asked concerned shifting her legs so that she was sitting elegantly.

"Not really…but-"

"But what?" Suzie gasped with wide eyes.

"I heard some more gunfire go off near the church…I'm guessing it was a shotgun or something…"

"So people are really playing huh?" Suzie sadly looked down, "What kind do you think it was?"

"I don't know...I'm not good with weaponry and violence you know," Jennifer sighed puckering her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.

"What's that look for Moze? You have a plan huh?" Suzie giggled with excitement. She sure did, but it was pretty risky…it could not only endanger her life but Suzie's as well. Moze concentrated hard and looked around the room until something finally caught her eye. A dusty old megaphone hidden under the reception desk. Probably used to round up the employees that worked here. The megaphone was, however, calling Moze's name like it was all meant to be.

"No…it's too dangerous," Moze snapped while averting her eyes from the object quickly. Suzie sighed and slumped back into the corner picking at the peeling wallpaper. Moze looked over at her and smiled…they've been best friends for over five years and it never felt more special that they were here now.

Crabgrass…

Mosely...

The beginning of sixth grade was like a battlefield for these two girls. They were destined as rivals and fought all year long when it came to being the best on the school's girl volleyball team.

Suzie was a setter while Moze was an attacker. Moze…attacker…ironic huh?

As their first year in the same class went on they never saw eye to eye. When Suzie became president of five clubs, Moze had to try and be the president of six. If Moze had the most creative expression in art…Suzie had to top her off. It was ongoing until seventh grade when they both joined photography club alongside Carlos and felt like they had more in common that they thought.

Moze loved photography. It was beautiful and captured every message she would try to make for various issues happening in the world. Poverty. World Hunger. Even, animal cruelty.

Suzie loved it because it helped her discover her true calling. She realized that she wanted to become a photographer when she grew up (possibly for the New York Times). Because of this little dream, she quit the volleyball team and pledged all of her time to photography club unlike Moze who took Suzie's position as setter.

The two girls began to get closer as the years went on over sleepovers and even girls-night-out. Moze even talked her parents into joining Suzie's church so that they could hang out together even more and became a part of the youth ministry.

"Hey Moze…I got you these…" Suzie took out a plastic container from her backpack and handed it over to Moze with a small smile of innocence. Moze looked at her with confusion, but smiled back anyways and took off the pink lid. Before her was a tub filled with delicate chocolate chip cookies.

"Suzie! For real," Moze squealed, taking one from the container and tossing it into her mouth. "Oh! Oh man! My favorite. Thanks Suz," Moze laughed with a mouthful of cookies. Suzie was such the girly girl. All Suzie did was bake, gossip about boys, go shopping and go to sleep in her bed filled with beanie babies. Moze was completely different. She was a feminist and believed in ultimate freedom in society…not in what Justin Bieber wore to the VMAs…

"You like 'em?" Susie chirped.

"Love 'em!"

"Great…uh…Moze," Suzie suddenly got amazingly quiet that even the breeze from outside could be heard.

"Hm?" Moze replied after biting into another one. Who can blame her…after eating nothing but bread for the past twenty hours, who wouldn't want to wolf down some warm cookies?

"I was wondering…um…do you like anyone right now?" Susie was barely audible when she said this, even though they were the only ones there.

Oh God…it's like Amanda McKay's slumber party all over again…

"Uh," Moze was stumped…she actually wasn't really attracted to the guys in her class. She only saw them as her brothers so…yeah, it would kind of be awkward. "Not sure exactly...how about you?"

"Oh…me? Um…" Suzie turned a bright shade of red once Moze's eyes were focused on her. "Carlos…Carlos Garcia," Moze's eyes went wide and she couldn't believe it.

"Really? Oh My God! Suzie since when," Moze whispered quickly with excitement. Suzie just giggled and looked down at her lap.

"Ever since the seventh grade…when we first joined photography club and…he smiled at me, oh man his smile was adorable," Suzie chuckled with a face that was red as a cherry. "He asked me if I love photography and I said 'Yep. Sure do'. He's so genuine and full of happiness. Sure he's not the most athletic or the smartest…but he's special…I remember walking out into the hall seeing Carlos cry after Jade and Lucy were picking on him."

C'mon Garcia!" Lucy spat while holding a book in her hands "Read this sentence again!"

"Yeah, it's like he's three! Can't you read Garcia! You're in the fucking seventh grade! You're not a retard right?" Jade mocked. Carlos shook his head furiously and began sobbing.

"Then why can't you read this simple ass book?" Lucy shouted, throwing the book at him.

"Dumb Ass," Jade smirked after walking away with the other girl.

"He was a wreck Moze. Right when he looked at me he smiled again…that same bright cheery smile washed over him and he leapt up like a little kid. 'Sorry you had to see that!' he told me. That's when I found out about his dyslexia…I helped him read the books he was assigned with Logan's help. You should've seen the look on his face…priceless," Suzie felt tears come up from the memory.

"You did it! I knew you could do 'Litos!" Logan cheered while pumping his fist.

"Yahoo!" Carlos cried with triumph, slamming the books on the table. The bland librarian from the school gave them, what seemed like, their 70th "Shhh!" but Suzie didn't care…she was happy that Carlos overcame his dyslexia and paved new roads for himself.

"That's awesome Suzie…" Moze smiled with tears in her eyes. Suzzie nodded in appreciation and stared at the wall ahead of them.

Carlos…where are you? Suzie thought with worry.

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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 8:12 A.M. (Deserted Island: Lighthouse)

Kendall was beyond exhausted. He only got…20 minutes of sleep before being rudely awaken by the blaring voice of Mr. Eikner. All of them were running amock in the kitchen at the bottom of the tower. Crushed eggshells were scattered across the bright white counters and five dirty dishes were huddled together near the glistening sink. Carly was humming a sweet tune to herself as she cleaned the counters and cleaned off the table.

Even though Carly was beyond tired as well from her search last night with Kendall, she offered to make breakfast (Scrambled eggs from the eggs near the barn) for everyone and help pick up the rooms. She was so gentle and kind.

Cat was helping do the dishes; her Mickey Mouse plushy was sitting obediently at the table. "La la la la la la la," sang Cat with a bright smile as she wiped the dishes and placed them in the cupboard. Carly laughed at the bubbly red head while throwing the gooey eggshells into the trash bag they found under the sink.

Logan sat at the kitchen table hunched over his A Doctor's Dream book with his eyes glued to the pages...again for the umpteenth time. Kendall sat in the corner of the kitchen…strumming away at his guitar beautiful, singing to the morning sky. Cat stopped singing her little lullaby and listened closely along with Carly. Logan…well, after a few minutes he actually realized Kendall was singing.

Kendall plucked each string with pure essence until the last chord came and then everything went quiet except for the bright seagulls from outside.

"Beautiful, absolutely amazing," Calry laughed from the sink along with Cat and Logan.

"Woohoo!" Logan cheered while applauding.

"Thank you…Thank you," Kendall announced and gave everyone a set of bows. He strode over to his leather guitar case and placed his acoustic instrument carefully into it.

"Hey! If we escape, Kendall can be a famous singer," Cat beamed with her hand in the air like and excited four-year old in preschool.

"Yeah, you definitely have the potential bro," Logan smirked before returning to his book.

"He has more than just potential Logan. He has star quality!" Carly cried.

"Guys…" Kendall chuckled from all the praise he was enduring. "I highly doubt I can make it big in the city. Do you know how many guys have the same dreams I do?"

"Uh…yeah and how many of those guys can actually sing?" Logan pointed out with his eyes still on the pages of his book. He had a great point. Man, Logan always had the perfect responses to everything.

"Well I…I guess I could go for it," Kendall grinned while arching an eyebrow. His olive eyes glistened in the morning sun as everyone went back to their duties. James was still on watch, up on the top of the lighthouse in order to alert the others if any intruders came into view.

"Wonder where Carlos is right now?" Cat sighed as her velvet red hair swirled around her small body when she turned around to face Kendall. Kendall took a deep breath after hearing Cat say this.

Kendall was ecstatic and filled with relief when Carlos' name didn't come up on the announcements, but he was still worried out of his mind. Carlos was like a little brother to him and he couldn't bear it if anything happened to him.

"I bet you he's-" Kendall was cut off by a loud, screaming voice echoing from the staircase.

"GUYS! LOOK! LOOK! HE'S OKAY! CARLOS IS ALIVE!" it was James howling with excitement which caused Kendall to race over to the front entrance in great disbelief. Alive! Did he say Carlos was...alive? Tears formed in Kendall green eyes as he pushed the iron door open, letting a great sea breeze over take him.

"Thank God! Thank God!" Kendall shouted with a smile as he flew down the steps and over to his friend. The ocean glistened with purity and the sun danced high in the sky as Kendall threw his arms around Carlos' trembling body. "You're Okay!" Kendall cried, hugging the life out of the little Latino boy.

The distant shouts and cries from James, Logan, Carly and Cat were erupting from the lighthouse as they all barreled over in a stampede.

Demon Boy…Demon Boy…please kill…the Demon boy Carlos thought this over and over in his head as tears continued to stream down his cheeks and stain Kendall's shoulder. Soon enough, the remaining alliance members began hugging Carlos as well which made it look like an affectionate football huddle was taking place.

Carlos was happy as could be about his three…five! Five friends…but he was too stressed from what he witnessed only an hour ago.

"Carlos…what's wrong?" Logan asked with concern, placing his pale hand on Carlos' shaking shoulder.

"Yeah…you look terrible. Did something happen?" James asked with furrowed eyebrows as he patted the poor boy's back.

"Carlos…you can tell us. What happened?" Kendall asked sternly with a serious expression. Carly had her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes were filled with sympathy as she looked at Carlos with compassion. Cat sweetly giggled and smiled at him with wide, puppy dog like eyes.

"It's okay Car!" she giggled while fiddling with her tie. Carlos drew a deep breath before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"B-B-Beck," everyone looked at him with confusion before raising an eyebrow to the pale boy.

"Beck? What about him?" Carly asked with a tone in her voice that resembled a nurturing mother's.

"Uh…I…I saw Beck…I saw Beck kill someone…" Calros choked with wide eyes still focused on the deep blue ocean waves as they rumbled against the jagged cliffs by the lighthouse.

29 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 8:20 A.M. (Deserted Island: Pasture – Bottom of Hilltops)

Beck's POV

I'm completely at a loss for words after seeing two more of my classmates suffer tragic deaths in just a few minutes time.

"You okay?" the olive skinned girl asks again a serious tone. Finally, I can hear. The buzzing stopped.

"Uh…y-yeah," I stutter, my feet are stuck on the ground but soaked in Robbie's blood. "I um…Thanks…Thanks a lot," I manage to say after holding my mouth from the raw stench emitting from the blood.

"Don't mention it," Katniss says with a smirk rising on her well toned face… until she spots the hatchet at my feet. "What's that?" she asks pointing the deadly shot gun at the axe then back to me.

"N-N-no! That was a complete accident! I swear I-" Katniss smacked her hand over my mouth with irritation.

"Shut up! If you scream like that everyone we'll know our location." Yeah…as if the shotgun blast didn't already? "I believe you…and just so we're clear. The only reason I killed him was because he was a threat…alright?" Katniss' silver gray eyes look intensely into mine as she says this.

"Okay…" I gasp, coughing from the overwhelming smell of iron. I look up and see a small head with chocolate brown hair pop up from one of the hills. "Tori!" I cry, waving my arms like signal guide for planes. "I'm okay!"

"Quiet!" Katniss hisses again with impatience in her voice.

"Oh! Sorry," I sigh in shame as I rub my neck. The metal collar is chafing my neck and it's driving me beyond crazy! Crazy…I probably am already. I look over at Kevin's body again before tearing up.

"He wasn't a loser…" I say out loud which earns me a confused look from Katniss. "Nothing," I say quickly to her after wiping my burning eyes and look over at Tori and again. She was sliding down the hill, despite her wounded leg and gagged at the sudden smell of blood. Tori crawled slowly over to me, her hands coated with crimson red, and struggled to get back on her feet.

"Here," I grunt while draping her arm around me, hoisting her up. Tori's eyes were glued to Katniss in pure awe. However, the other girl did not return the favor.

"What about you!" Katniss narrowed her eyes at Tori with her finger on the trigger. Great…all these guns are starting to piss me off.

"No! She's not playing either. We're together," I announce lowly which earns a nod of approval from Katniss. She lowers the gun and smiles mischievously at us both.

"Together huh?" she chuckles. Just then do I realize what she means but Tori beats me too it…sadly.

"No. That's not it all…uh-I mean-uh…he's cute and all but…oh jeez I'm hopeless," Tori hides her face again with a goofy smile. Just like the picture…

"I know, I know…your friend asked you to protect her right?" Katniss asked with a small smile. I nod in response and beam with determination. "Hmph, you know he was really brave…standing up to that bastard like that…he died a hero." He sure did…he sure did.

If we band together…we can all pull through this. We can take them all on!

Mike…I'm so sorry…so sorry. I look over at Robbie's bloodless corpse and see the isolated arm lying a few feet away.

You honestly think…

I stare at Kevin's faceless form with tears in my eyes.

We'll all subject to this crap!

All nine of those names announced from this morning revolve in my brain like a carousel ride that never ends. Mike was wrong though…people were more than willing to subject to this. Me, however…hell no.

"I'm really sorry for your loss…Sincerely," she says with sympathy in her voice. I smile with appreciation before nodding.

"Thank you…" I reply with a tone joy. Tori looks around awkwardly before speaking her mind.

"Um…I'm Tori…Tori Vega," Tori beams and extends her arm for Katniss to grab hold and shake.

"And I…am Beck Oliver. Nice to meet you," I soothingly say to her with a smirk. Man, I'm I the player or what…

"Katniss Everdeen. No offence, but I don't think now is the time for introductions," she says coldly, turning her back to both of our extending hands. Katniss walks over to Kevin and grabs the sticky red hatchet on his side. Without saying a word she places it in her bag and grabs Kevin's duffle bag.

"Are you…actually playing Katniss?" Tori whispers with a shocked tone.

"No…I'm only killing when it's necessary…just like what happened minutes ago." Katniss wipes off the blood staining her cheeks with her sleeve before kneeling over Robbie. She pries each finger loose to get hold of the gun in his stiff arm. The arm reminded me of the creepy hand in the Adams Family. The one without a body.

"What are you doing," I ask with my eyebrows raised.

"Just getting you a little gift," she laughed after taking the pistol and tossing it quickly to me causing me to fumble it in my shaking hands.

"What a sec! Why are you-"

"How many times do I have to say Stop shouting," Katniss grunted with her arms fold tightly over her chest.

"Sorry, but why are you giving this to me?" I examine the gun with fear rising within me after realizing where this was. You could still feel the warmth and moisture of Robbie's hand on the handle of it.

"Don't think that mace is gonna help you at this point Beck," she chuckles, pointing over the top of the hill me and Kevin struggled down. "Just be careful, okay," Katniss turned around and made her way across the pasture, her feet splashing in the blood puddles.

"Wait! Whoops sorry," I caught myself…whew. "I was wondering…would you…would you like to join us?" I expect a punch or an interrogation but instead…

"Sure…this girl looks pretty bad by the looks of her wound. Lucky for you, my mom's a nurse and I was able to learn a thing or two," she bites her lip, looking down at Tori's horrible gunshot wound. "C'mon. Let's get to higher ground."

Thank you Katniss! Oh yes, Thank you.

I see Tori smile with hope as Katniss helps Tori limp up the steep hill with me right behind them. An alliance is about to begin.

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Now what will happen now that Carlos told Kendall and the rest of the group about what he saw occur between Kevin and Beck? What is Moze planning? What will happen now that Katniss has joined Tori and Beck! Find out in the next chapter! :D sorry if you don't like the idea of Katniss...but I think she'd be a legit asset!