Another chapter...ENJOY!
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 1:06 P.M. (Deserted Island: Lighthouse)
Kacey's eyes were shaking horribly as she spotted the well known blonde as he stepped closer and closer to her with a bright smile causing his hair to become soaked from the rain. The head cheerleader almost felt her heart leap from her pounding chest and into her tight throat as she watched his gleaming eyes stare at her.
Her head was spinning like a tetherball on a never ending loop going round and round. Should she shoot? Should she give Kendall her trust? She couldn't decide. The handle of her AK47 became slippery in her moist palm as she hesitatingly brought it up to the boy's body with a look of terror on her face.
"No…" Kacey whispered with her shiny, pink lips trembling from the fear she was feeling along with the bitter cold. The sky was dim and thick like the fur of a fat gray cat as the ocean waves ravaged against the shores of the beach. Kendall only stopped for a moment with a look of confusion replacing his carefree grin.
"Kacey?" he questioned with an arched brow along with a warm smile in order to try and coax the most popular girl in class, but she wasn't having it.
"Y-You stay away Kendall Knight! S-Stay away! Go Right back to where you came or-or I'll…I swear I'll shoot!" she wailed with tears filling her vision as she pointed the barrel of the horrifying gun at him. Kendall ceased his footsteps in the clumped sand with his emerald green eyes going wide in disbelief after he heard her frantic words.
"No…we…we're supposed to stick together Kacey. Our class. We're all friends! We can fight this!" Kendall shouted in determination while making a fist as he gave a bright smile in order to shed some light on the tense situation. Kacey only whimpered as her emotions became the one way ticket to her decision making, and right now she was on the verge of either pulling the trigger…or taking Kendall for his word. But how could she? She had no clue who was playing and who wasn't. It was all too much. All too much for her to handle.
"No! Stay Back! Kendall…you won't be the first person I gun down!" she continued to shriek while backing away with terror coursing through her veins like a shot of some sort of drug. Kendall only stood there absolutely dumbfounded. He knew some people would resort to what this game intended, but he never thought Kacey Simon, the best female leader he's ever known, would be one of them. "I…I don't won't too hurt you! B-But if I have to…I have no choice!"
"Kacey…" Kendall whispered with a stupefied smile on his face as the rain continued to soak them both as well as creating a fresh smell that mixed with the scent of the sea.
"Kacey!" a voice screamed in an excited tone causing Kendall to spin around in alert only to spot Zander racing over to where they were. As she spotted the emerging figure of the kung fu genius, she automatically gripped the handle even tighter than before; almost making her hands turn a dark shade of red and purple.
Zander? She thought with a brief tone of happiness as she saw him slowing his fast paced movement, but she still couldn't bring herself to trust him. She couldn't bring herself to trust anybody. Not after realizing how many people were actually participating in this competition. Not after seeing all the bodies she ran into over past day and a half.
Zander patted Kendall on the back after seeing the beautiful cheerleading captain at last. His smile grew as his eyes locked onto her terrified form and he slowly took a few steps towards her. "Kacey? It's me," he laughed with a shy smile on his pale face. However, Kacey only stood there with a torn look as her finger trembled against the cold trigger of her deadly gun.
She stared into his friendly brown eyes and couldn't help but feel the need to burst into tears. What was she going to do? She couldn't hurt him…she couldn't hurt Kendall either, but she obviously didn't want to die.
"Time to go to school Kacey! Last thing I want is for you to be late on your second week!" Mrs. Simon bellowed in a rush as she called up to her daughter's bedroom upstairs.
Kacey was remembering her first day of the 2nd week of going to Garside, but why?
"Okay mom…geez, someone needs to chill. Right Gary?" Kacey laughed lightly as she sat at her vanity mirror while applying a few strokes of blush to tie together her entire cute look. Kacey's small newborn puppy, Gary, only yawned with a soft squeak before whimpering in distress. She found him only a few days ago in an box near the river bank by her school; all abandoned. "Huh? What's wrong boy? Is it time for you to…you know?" she nervously asked him while clipping a beret into her thick black hair.
"Kacey! I said now!" her mother screeched once again with an impatient tone to her voice. "I have to be at work in a half an hour, and that includes dropping you off at school! Did you remember to take your insulin?"
"Ugh! Yeah Mom!" Kacey screamed back with a look of shame before turning her attention back to the newborn pup that was still whimpering on her plush pink bed that was covered on all sides with a light purple veil. However, Kacey hated taking her insulin shots…why did she even have to take them though? Easy. Kacey Simon simply has diabetes. It's one of her biggest secrets actually. She felt ashamed of it like it was a horrid chain holding her back and it would be pretty pathetic for a cheerleading squad captain to be a diabetic.
Kacey grasped the strap of her bright blue backpack before kissing her adorable pet on the forehead, but she couldn't leave him here all alone. What if he starved, or what if he needed to go to the bathroom? So she zipped her bag open with a smirk that gave off the impression that she had a 'flawless' idea. She scooped Gary up with both of her hands; feeling his soft and snuggly body in her light colored hands and placed him in her backpack delicately while leaving her backpack barely unzipped to give him some air. "I'm all ready to start my second week," she beamed before rushing down the polished steps of her home.
As she walked into her classroom with a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach, she glanced all around the room to locate her desk considering she was still trying to remember where it was. Her classmates (who she would have to put up with for the next seven years of her life) were wandering around the room without saying a word to another except the ones who actually started to feel comfortable. Kacey sat down at her desk behind the boy she recalled to be Carlos who had a beaming smile on his childish face as he took out a bright pink mechanical pencil as well as a puppy themed notebook.
Behind her was the quiet, and antisocial dark skinned boy who she believed to be Owen. He kind of scared her a little bit to be honest. As the bell rang to signal the beginning of the school day, everyone scurried to their assigned seat with giggles before their wacky teacher, Mr. Sikowitz, took his place at the podium dressed in the most tacky clothes imaginable. "Alright…Hello class. I believe this our second week am I correct?" the eleven year old kids laughed and cheered with nods as the morning light spilled into the classroom. "Fantastic! I love the enthusiasm! Let's begin with a little bit of notes shall we?"
He turned off the lights before shutting the blinds on the windows so that the entire classroom was enveloped in a blanket of darkness. A bright light emitted from a machine on the ceiling causing a picture or a Power point slide to appear on the board titled 'Improv! Why Do we Use it?'
Suddenly, a high pitched growl filled the quiet room causing everyone to bring their heads up from their papers and look around in confusion with murmurs and whispers leaving their mouths. Kacey sat there with a anxious feeling in her chest as the sound grew more whiny and constant and finally she understood that this sound was coming from her backpack. "Oh no!" she gasped with a horrified look before checking the inside of her backpack only to see the newborn puppy pawing at the inside walls of the bag with his little face scrunched up in discomfort. "Shh! Gary! Shut it! Shut it will ya! What's wrong! You're going to get me in trouble-"
"Ms. Simon! Is something wrong?" The hippy-like teacher, who seemed to actually have a full head of hair back then, asked with a concerned tone as the rest of class turned around to look at her. Kacey's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she looked up to meet all of her classmates' intrigued expressions.
"Huh? Oh! No, Mr. Sikowitz! Nothing's wrong! I'm just a little hungry…you know…forgetting to eat lunch."
"It's only 8:00 my dear."
"Oh…did I say lunch? I meant breakfast! See? That's what happens when you don't eat the most important meal of the day," she blurted with a nervous chuckle as a certain boy with a dark black head of hair and an innocent looking face stared at her with twinkling eyes. He smiled sweetly at her as she continued to babble point where she had to exit the room with her 'stomach' growls in order to get something to eat in order to calm them down. This boy was Zander Robins. The boy Kacey knew as the scary kung fu warrior in training who would always stay after school in order to perfect his moves in the gym. She remembered watching him in the gym one time as she trying out for the cheer leading team. She couldn't help the tremors going through her as she saw him scream in determination and beat every single person he came into contact with as if they were rag dolls.
At the end of that exhausting day of having to apologize to the class about her stomach every second, she sat at her desk with a sigh of defeat as the fussy pup continued to whine on her crimson red desk. "God. Gary…You really screwed me over today. Here I am, just trying to be nice and spend time with you and what do you do? You humiliate me! Yeah, thanks a lot dog."
All Gary did was continue to whimper in a torturous manner causing the tan skinned girl to groan in annoyance. "What is it? I'm not a dog whisperer! Give me a clue Gar'! I'm a champ at charades…oh what's the use." Kacey sank her face into her hands as the sound of a door being opened filled her ears followed by a shy, but friendly greeting.
"Um…Hi. I'm Zander, and you're…Kacey right?" the boy asked with a bashful smile. Kacey only stared at him with wide eyes as she nodded to answer her fellow classmate known as Zander. "Okay. Oh man…so that's where your stomach growls were coming from!" he gasped as he spotted the agonized form of a newborn puppy in the middle of her desk. All Kacey did was sigh with a nod before resting her chin on her knuckles as Zander placed his bags on the chair behind her and leaned forward to examine the animal.
"Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?" she asked with a tone of pity while she watched the pools of bright brown in Zander's eyes scan the animal. His pale skin looked like it was glowing as the afternoon sunlight lit up the room.
"I think I've got a solution," he laughed with a snap of his fingers before scooping up the small dog and making his way to the door. "Follow me."
"Oh, sure."
The two young preteens made their way to the boys' bathroom, but it hardly mattered considering it was the end of the school day and hardly anyone was still around. Zander held a warm, moist towel in his hand as he smiled down into the innocent eyes of the pained animal and began to rub it in the crotch causing Kacey to widen her eyes in confusion. "What the hell are you-"
"Shhh," he spoke softly while continuing his odd duties.
"Don't 'SHHH' me! Why are you rubbing him there?" Kacey snapped with a small diva like attitude before the most unbelievable sight filled her eyes. Her puppy began whimpering once more out of relief as a stream of liquid squirted out of him as if he were going to the bathroom.
"Ah, that's better huh boy?" Zander laughed while bringing the animal up to his cheek. "All better now."
"Uh, what just…" Kacey stood there with a lost expression before looking into the sink as if the strangest thing just happened to be hidden in there.
"Um…usually puppies this young need a bit of help from their parents in order to go to the bathroom. So remember to do that at least three times a day," Zander grinned before offering the joyful animal back to her. Kacey took him into her comforting arms with a bright smile as she looked up at her mysterious savior.
"Thank you, I guess I'm not really an expert on all of this Dog Peeing 101 stuff yet. I shouldn't have brought him to school huh?" she laughed as if she were the biggest moron on the face of the planet while scratching the top of her dog's tiny head.
"No, he shouldn't be in such a stressful environment at this age," Zander replied with a smile as they exited the bathroom together.
"Hey! Aren't you in the martial arts club here?"
Zander only nodded with a shy grin as his cheeks turned a pinkish color. "Yeah…why?"
"Oh, it's nothing…I guess, I never would have thought you'd be this sweet," she sighed with a quiet giggle while walking down the brightly lit hallways; along the dark red lockers that shined from the sunlight.
"What do you mean," he gulped while looking over at the beautiful girl's gleaming face as she looked right at him.
"What I mean is that I thought you were some scary jerk. All the screaming and beating up you do in your kung fu club…kind of freaked me out," Kacey chided with her school tie swerving back and forth across her chest as she walked. "Thank God I was wrong."
Zander only stared at her with his eyes shining with joy as they descended the flights of stairs making their footsteps echo throughout the hallways. "You're far from scary actually…you're sweet and kind. Sweet, kind and friendly," she sighed as they finally reached the double doors leading to the front yard of the school. "Here…give me your number."
"My number?'
"Yeah, duh…so we can call each other later. I really want to talk to you some more."
"Really?"
"Yeah! You seem like a really cool guy. So glad…so glad you aren't a jerk though."
Kacey stood there trembling on the beach shores with the nozzle of her gun still fixed intently on Kendall and Zander with a look of anguish as she revisited her first time meeting the karate expert.
"Kacey? Thank God it's you…you have no clue how long I've been looking for you. I was hoping you weren't like the others…I was praying…Kacey?" Zander stood there with his eyes sparkling with tears as he watched one of his close friends shake horribly.
"N-No…Please, Zander, Kendall…I don't want to hurt either of you so please just go! Go away!" Kacey wept hysterically as her grip on the gun grew frightfully tighter.
Zander only arched his brow as he watched the gun being raised at him and Kendall causing him to wince. He only hoped it wasn't true. Kacey couldn't do it. She couldn't subject to these government rulers…she couldn't fall victim like the others.
"Let's face it Robins…everyone is playing this game. Everyone's dying and the only thing their worrying about is themselves."
"That's not true," Zander breathed in a slow manner only causing Lucy to laugh in protest.
"You dumbass…you're the only one with this 'We're All in This Together' crap. The only way out of this…kill or be killed."
"No…not true," he whispered with a painful grimace on his face as he observed Kacey's trembling form.
"Oh my God! Those are the rules idiot! For the fifteenth time…it's kill or be killed."
"No," he whispered as tears came to his eyes almost instantly causing Kacey to stare at him with a horrible feeling rising within her. Kendall only sighed in a shaky manner due to the icy winds that were sweeping past them and looked back over at Kacey with a soft smile still on his face.
"Alright then," Kendall laughed with a good hearted smile on his face before bringing his hand to the waistband of his dress pants causing both Zander and Kacey to give him strange expressions. He slowly brought out his Browning with a smile on his face which did nothing but cause Kacey to erupt in a fit of helpless screams.
"No! Please! I don't want to hurt you Kendall just- d-don't! Don't do this!" she wailed with a steady flow of hysterical sobs running from her trembling mouth. Zander only gave him a wide eyed look that said 'What the hell are you doing', but Kendall only narrowed his eyes that made his bright green irises shine in determination.
"I'm not playing. I already said it…the question is, are you Kacey?" Kendall asked before tossing his gun into the sand with a thump as the handle bounced from the impact.
"H-huh?" she gasped with both of her hands still gripping the handle of her gun for dear life.S he watched the gun Kendall had just dropped with an intense stare as if it were about to come to life. "Why? Why did you…"
"C'mon Kace," Kendall laughed with a bright smile as he crossed his arms over his damp chest. "I would never in a million years dream of hurting you. I would never…I mean like, ever ever! How though? How do I still keep the hope alive? Easy…I trust. I still believe that everyone that's on this island is still the same as they were before when we were all at the bus lot together that Saturday morning…Kacey, that's what you have to do. Believe that we're still your friends. Believe that we'd never hurt you. You can trust us."
Kacey only stared at him while biting her soft, pink lip in order to keep it from trembling like crazy. She gazed back down at the discarded gun Kendall just dropped as her heart felt like it was going to explode from all of the overwhelming emotions bouncing around. She felt her eyes brim with fresh tears as she looked back up at Kendall with a distressed look and her hands began to shake causing the gun in her hands to waver rapidly.
"Kendall's right Kacey," she heard Zander's soft voice speak as he looked over at her with those same kind eyes. "So, how is he?"
"Huh?" the frightened girl squeaked with a tiny voice before letting her friend explain his words.
"Sorry. How's Gary…you know? You're puppy?" he chuckled with a shy smile that seemed to send a feeling of reassurance right into Kacey's heart.
"Puppy? Gary?" Kacey lightly sobbed as if this were stupidest thing she's ever heard in her life like in those sappy romance movies. The pouring rain was even happening…such a nice touch. "Zander what are you talking about?"
"The puppy you found all by himself. The one causing your stomach to growl? He's probably huge now huh?"
"Y-yeah…he grew up to be a r-really beautiful dog," she answered with a confused tone yet she was feeling somewhat at ease. Her breaths finally decreasing in speed as she thought once more about that second week of her sixth grade year.
"Oh, it's nothing…I guess, I never would have thought you'd be this sweet," she sighed with a quiet giggle while walking down the brightly lit hallways; along the dark red lockers that shined from the sunlight.
Kacey almost felt like bursting into tears as she pictured the sweet, shy boy she met nearly seven years ago and saw nothing but that same friendly look in his brown eyes.
"You're far from scary actually…you're sweet and kind. Sweet, kind and friendly."
"S-So sweet," she sobbed before dropping the large gun; letting it slip from her fingers which made it sink a quarter inch into the sticky clumps of sand. She fell to the ground on her cream colored knees as if she were giving up and began to shake from all the tears flowing from her eyes. "Zander? K-Kendall?"
The two boys locked their eyes onto her as she shook madly from the racking emotions building up inside of her. "I-I…I can't! I can't do this! I-I just can't! Zander! Kendall! I haven't you know. I haven't killed anyone since this whole thing started…I was terrified actually. I-I was…I just can't bring myself to do something this horrible to the people I care about! B-But what else can I do? It's all about 'Survival of the Fittest'…and everywhere I turn people are dying or they're lying there d-dead as can be! I would never hurt you! Either of you! I swear!"
That was it. That's all it took for Zander to fall to his knees in absolute relief and feel his heart jump out of pure glee. Kendall almost felt the sand crunch from underneath his dark green converse and bent over to pick up his designated weapon; placing it right back in the waistband of his dark blue jeans.
Kacey only stood there with a chorus of loud sobs flowing from her mouth as the two boys regained their composure and went to go comfort the shaken girl. It was official. Kacey had no reason to be afraid any longer…
"It's okay. We know you wouldn't have pulled the trigger Kace…Just Thank the Lord you're okay." Zander sighed with overwhelming relief as they wobbled over to the outline of the lighthouse made by the gray mists. The ocean waves cracked against the jagged rocks by the shore and Kacey heard a group of familiar, joyous voices cheering from the huge lighthouse in unison.
16 Students Remaining
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 1:48 P.M. (Deserted Island: Barnyard)
Felix's POV
Individuality? What a repulsive term. Symbolizing the beauty from within a person? Indeed…it makes absolutely zero sense. Individualism…such a ridiculous interpretation. Just another word that masks the Earth and covers the reality of our nation. It basically sugar coats stupidity and gives people an excuse to feel proud of being vulgar.
I don't care what those hippies in those vomit inducing vans say. Those who are vulgar, will always be vulgar! End of the damn story. Beautiful from the inside out? Bull shit…this planet is just a breeding ground for the vulgar masses. Garcia Science Institute…"The Best Research & Scientific company in Manhattan!" Most indefinitely. That's our company…Scientific research business. The cities most successful and most referred institute for the sciences that is run by my genius father and mother. How quaint. How very…dignified.
Oh my, wealth isn't even the best luxury for us. However, those rats who populate the Earth probably beg for our food scraps huh? Scum, all of them…disgusting gunk at the bottom of my well-polished shoes. I mean get real! Our family? Support those primates?! Us?! Unless they can pay the price, which they can't, do not make me laugh!
Oh Father, if only you could see what I deal with. The vulgarity I put up with…now I understand what you mean when you say the world has room for only a few genuine stars, but millions of acres for foolish rodents.
"Oh, look that young man! Such grand talent at such a young age!" I remember hearing a classy woman say with her champagne glass raised up in the air with her silk scarf wrapped around her neck as I continue to play our family's grand piano in the ballroom of our home. I hear every gasp in awe as I play the chords with such finesse and such beauty that even Mozart would be begging for my talents. I see my older (by two years) brother eyeballing me out of the corner of my eye with a look of hatred as he sips some more cider from a glass in his hands. He is wearing a fancy tux as well as a bright purple tie that is tucked in.
He's always been jealous of me…well, who wouldn't be? I am a prodigy for Christ's sake! As I finish the rendition of Bach, I hear the brightly lit ball room erupt in a chorus of applause as well as a few cheers from the highly esteemed males in our society. "Brava! Brava!" I hear my mother's sophisticated acquaintances from behind the sunset colored sofa as they clap with ass-kissing smiles on their faces. My mother and father are sitting on the sofa with proud looks on their classy faces. My mother is wearing a beautiful silk dress that is a ruby red color with her model like legs crossed elegantly. Her eyes are narrowed and her hair styled in an amazing array of curls with jewels in them.
My father is sitting there with a proud smirk on his smug face as he puffs another cloud from his cigar causing the leeches he considers his colleagues to cough sickly.
"Fantastic! Sir! Your son…he's…oh my! His talent is breathtaking to say the least! So proud you must be of your son's talents!" a nicely dressed fellow gasps as he kneels down so that he is at eyelevel with my father.
"He is a prodigy," my father replies before looking over at me as I remove myself from the piano bench and take a bow. "My other son is as well. Just next year he will be going into the business with his old man. Got the brains for it…indeed he does," my father says in an intimidating manner which makes my brother look over at him as he's a dog being complimented. "However, Felix…he has another path going for him. Definitely, he'll soar with his musical capabilities."
I look over at my father and mother and give them a faint smile with my head held high. They do the same.
I love what I'm wearing…a simple black blazer with a bright white dress shirt underneath and a pair of solid black, satin dress pants. "So beautiful Master Felix. Such a pleasure to listen to you play. My…such talent," our female servant…I think her name is Larissa…hmph, does it matter? Any who, this is what I mean. An 'indivdual' is defined by their spot on the social class food chain. End. Of. Story.
"Of course," I reply to her with such pride. It's all simple really. The rich conquer and the poor get crushed…it's as simple as ABC and 1,2, fucking 3.
But obviously my talents and class had to be wasted by being enrolled at this…this pig pen known as Garside. Ugh! Filth! That's the only word I can use to define this place of confinement. Filth!
"Kirby! Kirby!" that slut Molly chirps as she rushes over to Kirby's seat. Why does he go around mingling with such imbeciles…he's a disgrace. A disgrace to all higher classes.
"W-What's going on Molly?" he asks with a soothing voice. Wait were they dating? Oh, now that is disgusting!
"My parents aren't going to be here for the weekend…can I 'stay' at your place tonight?"
"Huh? Oh! Uh…sure. That sounds nice," he blushes after realizing what she means exactly.
Sickening…all of these morons…sickening!
"You dipshit!" the delinquent known as Ned Bigby laughs like an annoying hyena as he kicks Gibby in the stomach in the school parking lot. I watch as I head over to the limo waiting for me on the street by the school to avoid the jammed parking lot traffic. Gibby falls to the ground with tears in his eyes as he holds his stomach and groans from the pain.
"I'm sorry…I-I…I forgot," he sharply groaned.
"Aw…you're sorry? Well sorry ain't gonna cut it you dumbass fuck! You know that you're supposed to pay us two bucks each and every day for our luches! How can you just 'forget'!?" Ned screeches as he stomps on Gibby's back.
Animals…the lot of them. Animals…
"Lookie, Lookie Lucy! Got the tickets for the Justin Timberlake concert right here! Ripped them from some poor sucker on our last heist! Party! Party!" the airhead known as Grace giggles moronically while chewing on that damn piece of gum. I spot Lucy's two other lieutenants with Grace also. That emo known as Jade West has an irritated look on her face as she rolls her eyes at Grace's idiocy. Can't really blame her…Molly is standing there as well with a shy look as she plays with the hem of her skirt.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. Bring on the Timber-love," Lucy sighs with a sweet sound to her voice as she finishes painting her nails a blood red color while sitting at her desk after class.
All the goddamn perfume and make up in the world couldn't hide the fact the four of you are a perfect display of sexual vulgarity. Sluts! All of you! Do they even consider themselves attractive? How amusing…
"Gosh, how in the world are we going to decorate the gym for prom?" Hayley…the blonde idiot who I gunned down…sighs with a bashful grin as she brushes a few frizzy strands of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her blue rubber bracelet that says 'HOPE PEACE LOVE' is dangling on her wrist as she does so.
"Well," the slutty cheerleader, Amanda speaks. "The theme this year is 'A Night Around the World' right? So, let's just do some research and split the gym into sections. Each section could be a specific country or continent and then we could have food served from that specific location in a restaurant fashion."
"Amanda, there's only so much a few tacky decorations and a plate of sushi can do to hide the fact that it's a gym and not a magnificent ballroom," the robotic skank known as Mindy Crenshaw, our student vice president, interrupts with a few opinions of her own. "What we need is something that will really make the theme come alive. Like a foreign band or a cultural performance."
"Definitely! That's just what we need to make this the best prom Garside has ever had," Robbie, my fellow colleague who still seems to associate himself with these vulgar masses, speaks with a lively voice while tapping the ideas into his pearpad. "Alright…let's just talk a bit more on the Prom décor and then we can end the student council meeting."
Hmph! Everywhere I turn, vulgarity piled upon vulgarity! Who do those fools think they're kidding? Trying to aspire and better the world when all they are doing is spreading their diseases like rutting monkeys!
"No way!" Jo Taylor cries in her hooker-like cheerleading uniform. "Prom is only weeks away and I still don't have a dress picked out!"
"Don't worry Jo. Afterschool we can all go to the mall and go dress shopping okay?" Cat, the stupid little red head, giggles idiotically like some childish fool while grasping the dumb blonde's hand.
"That sounds like a great idea! I need to pick out my dress too," Tori sighs with her hair pulled back in a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.
"Yeah.! Maybe we can wear some cute dresses that are the colors of different country flags!" Kacey squeals in great excitement as she thinks about the after school outing.
"If that's the case, I'll get something to showcase the colors that suit me the most," Carly sweetly says with a laugh as the cheerleaders trot over to the double doors to go to the mall.
Sure…pinch these sluts at the nipple and watch them leap around like sex crazed dogs! Barbie…the whore editions. That's right, plastic dolls all done up and painted for the world to see like vulgar mannequins in skimpy bathing suits! Hmph! Pregnant sluts with only sex to turn to…pathetic!
"No way Jake! How did you get the HD processor put in?" Freddie Benson, who luckily died in the pregame, speaks with awe in his voice as he huddles next to Jake with his Pear Laptop sitting on his desk. Jake merely shrugged with a smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair and clicked through the program Freddie was gasping and fanboying over…
"I have connections bro. Freddie, I can def hook you up? Unless your mommy has a problem with you dealing with software…she still paranoid you'll hurt your pretty little head by dealing with such complicated things?" Jake sighs with a joking laugh which causes Freddie to stare at him with a bored expression.
"Ha…Ha, please make way for our favorite comedian. My mom actually lets me go out to the movies alone now," the computer whiz bluntly spoke with a monotone voice.
"Really? With a tracker and an alarm strapped to your leg?"
"No," Freddie quickly answers with his cheeks turning a tinged pink out of humiliation. Jake only arches his brow in suspicion and smiles at how bashful his computer lackey becoming.
"Are you sure? Does she Freddie?" Jake asks a teasing laugh while his gold buzz cut hair glistens in afternoon sunlight pouring in through the classroom windows. Sam is talking to Carly about their idiotic web show for the school and Carly is talking about how cute Kevin Reed looked while he gave his oral report in class today about his goldfish…
"Maybe…" Freddie whispered in embarrassment and defeat while Jake howled with laughter causing the blonde, rebellious Sam and the sweet, nurturing brunette known as Carly to look over in confusion.
Obviously we'll need some men to pant after the sluts, right? A bunch of dumb asses if you ask me! Smart? Computer geniuses? Preposterous! Those imbeciles will earn their spot on the food chain soon enough…They'll be like petty little plankton being swallowed by their superiors.
"C'mon Jake!" James, the pretty boy of our class, shouts with sweat glistening on his bare skin as he runs down the basketball court in gym shorts and a purple tank top. "Pass the ball!"
"Hold your Diamonds! Ha! Get it bro?" Jake grins mischievously as he dribbles the rubber ball down the wooden gym floors that are shining from the bright lights overhead. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the ground echoes throughout the gymnasium and Jake quickly tosses the ball to James. James grunts in response to the ball hitting his chest as he caught it and he makes his way over to the towering hoop in order to claim his point.
"C'mon guys! Go Jamie!" that vulgar little Mexican…Carlos! Carlos Garcia cheers in a happy little manner while clicking pictures of the two boys.
James only blushes in response or maybe it's because he's flushed from the physical movement…or maybe he is just gay. Isn't that a thought? James Diamond. The athletic and muscular boy all girls dream about…gay for the innocent yet foolish little Hispanic boy. Probably drools and touches himself from the thought of that vulgar Mexican. Wouldn't be surprised considering the tall pretty boy looks like some porn star!
"Check it out Gibby!" Josh, the vulgar dork, smiles as he approaches the weird kid known as Gibby with a silly unopened toy. "Princess Oblongata! Mint Condition…"
Foolish nerds, always wasting their time with petty games and ridiculous space themed films. All of it is just a big pile of crap in my eyes.
Oh gag me with a pitchfork! You've got your silly 'artistic' dreamers! True and Andre...perfect examples. Too bad they both died eh? Not! The only bright side is that I had the pleasure of offing Andre myself.
Then you've got your small minded brutes…that farm girl who probably harbors diseases of all kinds no doubt; Katniss Everdeen. The ultimate goddess of all that is vulgar. I mean seriously? Has that girl ever heard of a bath…or running water?
The list just goes on and on…no need to point out all of the reasons, but order must be imposed until they breed. Ugh, the thought of it makes me cringe. Like rabbits or fucking mice! Theses vulgar fools will breed and breed until there is nothing left for those of us who have actual dignity and class. This game fucking enhances all of it! Survival! Survival of the most deserving you fools! I deserve it! I deserve to fucking live! I live and you all die! It's as easy as ABC…and 1,2 fucking 3!
"Hey!" a voice shouts angrily which takes me straight from my spiteful rant and back into reality. The rain continues to swallow us as if the sea is being poured onto us from the gray skies above. I see Drake standing over me; still with the magnum he stole from me in his bleeding hands. Fool! Who is he trying to impress? And why is his hand bleeding like that? Fucker should just turn that wretched thing on himself…
"I swear! Dr-Drake! Please, don't shoot!" I continue to scream hysterically as my leather hood continues to shroud my face from the rain. Can't have my hair getting more screwed up that it already is now can we?
"Shut it Felix," he growls at me looking more ridiculous than ever. His hair is literally matted to his forehead due to the rain falling from the skies. "If I don't kill you…oh man, You're going to wish I did! You idiot! How come you just tried to shoot me? You sit there and lie to my fucking face and say how you didn't mean to, but you just fired a bullet at me! Just tell me how you brought yourself to pull the trigger!" Drake screams in anger while his face begins to redden from the shouting.
Ignorant douche…he'll attract unwanted attention if he keeps screeching like a diseased monkey! This imbecile! If he gets some fool to stumble upon our little scene, we'll both be as good as dead and quite frankly I would prefer it if he was the one dead and I was the one who was one step closer to the prize.
Calm down Felix and continue to play the role of some terrified fool…you'll get him soon enough. "No! D-Drake! You've got it all wrong! I'm not…I'm not playing! I j-just thought you were! I've just been so scared!" I watch the imbecile's face contort into a sort of thinking expression as he ponders my words, but honestly. What's there to think about? Can't he see how much more deserving I am than the herds of cattle on this island known as my classmates?
"Fine Felix," he sighs in annoyance while slowly bringing the gun with hesitation. "Let's say…I believe you. For now. But overall, I'll say I believe you."
Bastard,..you should believe me. I am your master after all…within a few years you'll be some low life beggar on the streets playing your ridiculous instruments for chump change! I remember last year at the talent showcase…I played the piano brilliantly! Flawlessly as always with my heart and soul embedded into the symphony I was producing. But did those monkeys care? Did they give a shit? Nope. Obviously not!
I remember only half of the room gave a weak sounding round of applause with an expression that reeked of dim witted vulgarity. All of them. The parents, the fellow students, even the teachers! None of them appreciated my musical capabilities! However, as soon as I got off the stage, Drake went up there with his goddamn rock guitar with Tori and Andre in close pursuit. At first I presumed it to be a simple joke for some comedic sketch. Yeah, perfect material for the laugh producing genre. However, my hopes were shattered after I heard an ear ringing sound erupt from the stage followed by everyone in the auditorium leaping out of their seats with ecstatic smiles as they cheered like banshees. As Drake strummed each screeching chord, Andre was working the electric piano with a few ridiculous dance moves as he played. Tori was singing averagely while dancing like a complete moron.
It was all garbage but did the foolish audience think so? No! They applauded and wailed and cheered as if they were trying to call out to some God! My class was screaming and cheering for the performance and rooting the three teens on…rock and roll! Synth music! Fucking Bubblegum Pop renditions?! Where the hell is the skill, the refinement, the grace…the overall beauty and tone of the piece? Simple, it was never there to begin with!
Yep…Drake Parker…the sum of the total mass that makes up the vulgar roaches. No, play it off cool until you're holding the gun once more. Oh yes, this vulgar piece of shit will never see it coming. Play out the ignorance of this walking target. "O-Okay," I say to him with a small smile. Luckily, fake smiling is my specialty… "I just…you took me by surprise and I-I got a little scared is all."
I suppose he'll be a pretty nice addition to my set of kills. "M-Maybe we…Maybe we can see past this game, and trust one another," I begin to beam while observing Drake's every move with my keen eyes and I lift myself off of the rain soaked road. "Could we maybe start an alliance? Yes! Indeed! Me and you! Just say the word and it's a go Drake!"
Good God! I'm fantastic…oh yes, this fool will never see it coming once I take the gun and pop a bullet in his head. Hopefully it hits his brain, but we all know how big of a challenge that will be. Probably the size of a damn cashew. Does he even have a brain? Such good questions…
"Just tell me what you need from me and it's all yours," I continue to give off a convincing smile my hands smoothly slide into the warm comfort of my leather jacket's pockets. "So…are you on board? Do you find our partnership intriguing? Well, what's the plan?"
I watch Drake as he gives me a look of conflict as well as a fixed glare that sends shivers down my spine. His thin lips open slightly as if he's about to speak, but suddenly he gives a low sigh with his eyes fixed on me. "I don't know about that Felix…I'm not Beck, which means I'm not all quick and ready when it comes to trusting. Sorry, but that's not going to happen."
What!? How dare he treat me like a ratty old piece of cloth! Our people are the only hope these subhuman imbeciles have! This is how he wants to be? Well, then so be it you vulgar sack of shit! Oh, he'll get what's coming to him…most indefinitely. A bullet? Maybe a grenade? My, my…so many choices to choose from.
No, not yet. Play this fool a little bit longer. Keep his the charade going until he gives in like a pathetic sack of dirt. Reel him in…
"Okay…I see," I whisper with a tone of overbearing pity causing Drake look at me with confused eyes. "Now I understand. You've heard them huh? You've heard what they call me? You've heard what all of our classmates say about me, huh Drake?"
"Felix? What are you-"
"Oh Shut up! Shut up Drake! You think I don't hear what you all say!? You honestly think I don't know what you all think about me? You know what they say? They say that I'm a prissy little Cinderella…without the bibbity bobbity boo. They say I'm a rich prick who needs to hurry up and kill himself…th-that I'm a stuck up douche with enough class to school a bunch of first class assholes! All of you! All of you talk about me and it…it," my face is being shrouded by the hood of my leather jacket as my eyes lock onto Drake's damp face; his expression radiating with guilt. He feels guilty? He should…he should for not letting me kill him in the first place so that I don't have to waste my time like this. Utter foolish behavior.
"Felix…c'mon man," Drake sighs with his brown eyes reflecting a bit of sympathy; like I need it.
"Don't try and play nice Drake. I already told you didn't I? I'm not playing. I'm not! I-I just thought you were so…so I- I'm not playing!" I wail causing my throat to burn. What can I say? I have to make it convincing don't I?
"I just…dude. It's not a big deal alright?" Drake gives a light chuckle almost urges me to roll my eyes at how ridiculous he's looking. Pathetic.
"I-I guess…I just…What does it even matter?" I sigh with a small smile coming to my lips as I take a pause in order to produce a few sniffles to make it all more authentic. "Guys like you are always topping guys like me. I guess we just don't rate, huh? Yeah…you're all popular, you're a lady killer and a talented guy in all aspects. What am I compared to that? Just some annoying rich kid that everyone hates."
"Felix…"
"No, it's true Drake. Remember the talent showcase? I don't even think my family really clapped for me after my bore of a performance, but man…once you went up there and started playing, the entire audience went wild!" I laugh in a friendly manner causing Drake to stare down at his feet with his eyes narrowed. His usually chocolate brown hair is matted to his forehead due to the drenching rain and overhead, thunder roars and boasts triumphantly.
Honestly, this has to be the easiest one yet! Look at him. Hanging onto every single word I say. What an inarticulate buffoon. "Like I could even kill anyways. I couldn't even if I tried…probably freeze up like a deer headlights!" I let out a set of chuckles while taking a few slow steps forward in order to get a little bit closer to my target. Oh yes, he'll never see it coming. Can you say, 'Easy as Pie'? "I wouldn't do anything so terrible. Killing? It's just awful, just awful and downright wrong."
"Yeah…it is. Wow, and here I was thinking I was the only one who chose not to play," Drake gives a relieved smile as his dress shirt sticks to his clammy, pale skin from the downpour. Oh please, you are the only one you idiot. Like I honestly would team up with you vulgar masses. Me? Tch, how repugnant. The thought itself is so obnoxious that it makes me want to vomit. Guess I'll have to keep it down until I fire a bullet into you, eh?
"Well don't worry Drake," I say with a fake smile on my clean face thanks to the little shower I took in the farmhouse. Who knew this place still had running water? Gas as well. However, electricity is obviously the one thing I'll never locate on this godforsaken island. "It just bites. It's the game…this whole system made by this twisted government. It all gets to your head…changes you."
The idiotic rock star nods his head with a broad grin before crossing his arms in a nonchalant fashion as I take another long awaited step closer to him. "Agreed," he says with a tone of understanding.
"All the fear. All the terror. It does things to a person," I speak with a saddened expression before realizing that we are now only a few feet apart. My hands are still dry and warm within the security of my school dress pants as I watch Drake intently.
"Yeah…it does. It really changes you. Makes you feel like you're all alone…man," Drake sighs before looking up at the gray skies. I wonder? How should I kill him after I get my hands on my precious little gun again? Obviously I'll wipe it clean considering where it's been, but then what? Hm, maybe a shot in the stomach so I can watch him suffer. Watch him writhe in pain and give him some time think back on all the vulgar decisions he's made. To look back and regret being a disgusting pig with no purpose! Yes…he'll pay. He'll pay me by giving me a satisfying view of his death…
Hmph, it's the price one pays when being a vulgar fool. Oh! Hey Drake? What would you do if I told you that I already killed three people? What would you do? What would you do if I said that this gun belongs to Jade? Hm? What would you do if I told you that I'm going to kill you right now? That's right…you'd do nothing. Nothing because after I've told you, you would already be dead.
As I watch him, his eyes suddenly grow wide for some strange reason as he examines me…what's his problem? Yeah, Like I care! It doesn't even matter! Game Over Rockstar Fitlh! Felix Garcia wins! I take it all! All the winnings belong to me!
Before I can even plan my next move, however, Drake hastily brings the nozzle of the magnum right up to level with my shocked face. What!? What the hell?
"Take one more step and I blow your fucking face off!" he seethes with a low growl causing me to swallow nervously. My throat feels strangely dry for some reason as I stare at the pitch black barrel of the gun. "Wow Felix. You had me for a second. You almost made me believe you. Got me like a kid in a fucking toy store, but there was just one mistake you made in your little performance."
He pauses in order to smile at me as a flash of blinding lightning strikes the hills in the distant giving me a sudden chill. "What's up with all of the bullet holes? Seriously bro. There all over your body, and there's not a trace of blood on you or anything. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? I mean, c'mon! If you were going to be truly convincing then you should have at least limped or made it look like were in a hardcore gunfight."
Oh shit! The bullets! The bullets from Jake! From Katniss, Beck…Tori and Camille! There all still embedded in my damn vest! Damn it all! He figured me out! My plan has failed me!
"Well, Felix? Are you going to lie to me again? Or are you going to tell me that it was really you. Did you kill True? Where did you get the gun man? This True's? Or did you kill someone else and go on a guilt free raid?" Drake's eyes narrow at me in pure disappointment as I clench my fists out of pure angst. He just doesn't get it…how can he? Fucking lowlife filth!
I feel everything suddenly surge through my body as the anger courses through my veins and before I even know it, my entire façade breaks in an instant. "You goddamn fool! There is no 'escape'! You actually think there's hope in…in all of this shit! You? Like I would ever waste my time dreaming like some stupid rat! Like I would ever team up with some vulgar douche like you! The main theme of this entire situation is to win Drake! WIN! WIN! WIN! Those are the regulations and there's no way around it! That's what Mr. Eikner said!" I feel tears brim in my widened eyes as I quickly tug on my hood and bring in down to reveal my distressed appearance. "Who deserves to win?! ME! Who deserves to live? ME! None of you fools deserve the gift of life! NONE OF YOU! All of you deserve the gift that death has to bring! The True Jackson girl! She…that bitch was a black slut who probably got raped for money! S-She fucking deserved what she got!"
"What the hell Felix! Are you listening to the fucking words that you're even saying? Holy shit! Felix, no one deserves the fate this goddamn 'game' has to offer! Nobody you hear me?! Not True, Not you, not me, nobody!" Drake screams in protest as the winds swiftly flyby us causing the rain to spray us like a freezing cold mist. "We…We're just kids for crying out loud! Just a bunch of everyday teens wanting to go out and have some fun before graduation! What? Is this a punishment or something for just being kids? It all doesn't make any fucking sense Felix!"
What an incompetent fool! He still doesn't get it! How priceless…but I'm not going to suffer from these vulgar idiots' mistakes anymore. No more…Screw you! Screw all of you! I'm going to win…Me, Felix Garcia! Yes!
I lunge forward with a loud scream leaving my throat as I dive right into Drake and tackle his thin body to the ground which sends the gun flying a few feet away. I watch in amusement as it hits the gravel on the side of the soaked road with a clang and suddenly turn my attention back to Drake. As his head hits the ground, my hand shoots straight for the gun in his own. Suddenly, a strong grip squeezes my wrist causing me to wince in pain and realize that it's Drake trying to struggle against me. You fool! I'm not going to lose! I will not die! I feel a dull pain radiate in my stomach causing me to almost vomit before I topple over off to the side. Dam him…did he just knee me in stomach? Fuck this vulgar shit! Fuck all of them!
I watch him slowly try to regain his composure before gradually raising himself up off the ground with a few groans of pain leaving his mouth. It's now or never! I push him roughly to the ground once again with a few snickers leaving me before I take off towards the gun. I see the outline of the barn in the distance which is blurred thanks to the foggy haze offered by the mist and crouch down with my arm and hand reaching out for the gun. I feel the moist handle as I wrap my fingers around it with a satisfied grin on my face and pick it up. As I turn around, I come spot Drake finally standing on his feet with a wide eyed expression as he stares at the deadly gun in my hand. Got you now you foul oaf!
All the winnings will go straight to me! That's the game folks! Besides…it's not like any of my classmates would have stood a chance anyways.
I point the gun straight at him with a look of happiness on my rain masked face before seeing the brown haired boy's eyes gazing behind me; over my shoulder. They widen as they do so which makes me only scoff in response before feeling annoyed. What the hell is he doing? No matter. He isn't an issue anymore…looks like there will only be fifteen of us now. Boohoo…as I said before, this was just way too easy.
However, before I can even pull the trigger I hear a set of strange giggles from behind me along with a chorus of loud footsteps…as if someone's running up from behind me. Wait! Who? I hear the giggles grow in volume and as I turn around to view who it is, I feel something sharp dig mercilessly into my back. I spot Drake staring at me with a horrified look as the individual behind me harshly knocks me to the ground with one single push causing my face to slam into the tar road in one single thud.
"Got him! Got the evil unicorn! Got him your highness! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Got Hexley! Got Hexley the dark unicorn! One of Pavarotti's evil henchman!" a twisted sounding voice giggles psychotically as the pair of feet- belonging to the voice –step onto my back and I feel the object being quickly pulled as if it was roughly tugged out. But…hold on. No pain? I don't feel anything? Oh…that's right. I grin mischievously after realizing I still had my Kevlar vest on.
I spot Drake's trembling form out of the corner of my eye and see the perpetrator slowly advance towards him after walking around me. Wait! I know her! Lulu! That vulgar fan of Unicorns and Korean Boy bands? The foolish dreamer? Lulu Johnson?
"Lulu! Warrior of Rainbowland," she giggles while spinning around with her arms outstretched as if she were about to hug someone and I see her long black, shining hair flying around her like thick black whips due to them absorbing the rain. "Wait? Are you working for the evil witch too?" she asks with an innocent tone along with playful smile as she spots Drake standing there like an idiot.
"WH-What did you…Lulu?" Drake gasps in sheer horror. She only ignores him and continues to smile like some insane patient in those freaky mental wards as she brings out her knife which gleams in the limited amount of light.
"Charmer? You're the evil wizard, Charmer, aren't you? Pavarotti's evil king husband! Evil! Go back to the darkness! Back to the depths of the dark!" she shrieks like a warrior going into battle before leaping forward with her knife held high above her head in a stabbing motion. As she brings the sharp point of the kitchen knife down in one swift stab, Drake jumps off to the side with a frantic set of breaths as his eyes widen at the sight. His eyes spot the bag I dropped due to our little our little conversation and before long, he speeds over to it and slings the duffle bag strap over his skinny shoulder. I feel the crumbling pieces of the road underneath my body as Lulu regains her balance and slowly brings herself up, but as she does so, Drake already takes off running into the woods surround us with my bag. After at least a few seconds, his stick figure form is long gone in the mists of the rain. Good riddance you bastard. Oh well…at least I still have the magnum eh?
"All the evil…gone right?" Lulu whispered with a slight grin as she turned her head over to me with a lazy gaze. Her eyes were wider than they've ever been which made it look as if her eyes were about to pop from their sockets. Oh shit! She…she's coming over to me! I see her slowly stumble over in my direction like some drunk fool. Why is she coming over here!? She already 'killed' me! Why is she…Felix, relax. Just…Just play dead. Then she'll come in close and have to check you out…that's when you blow her filthy head off! You've got the gun! She's got a kitchen knife! You'll when hands down!
I watch Lulu stagger over to me with the knife quivering in her grip as if she is trying to keep a steady hold on the slippery handle. Her mind is obviously elsewhere, but what the hell is wrong with her. I feel the gun in my hand offer me an overwhelming sense of comfort as her crunching footsteps begin to get louder. That's right…got to know if your little Hexley is dead, huh bitch! That's it, step on over and I'll show you how mean of a 'unicorn' I can really be!
"Hexley? Evil Unicorn. Back to the darkness?" Lulu asks some sort of series of questions as if someone is supposed to answer them…Indeed, this freak has definitely lost her hold on realtiy, but after I kill her she can dream as much as she wants to.
See Lulu? See the stab wound you gave me? I must be dead right? Of course you foolish girl! Oh, and nice little weapon. I honestly don't know what use a kitchen knife would be to me…but I'll make sure it goes right with the rest of them. I hear her footsteps finally come to a halt…she's only a foot away no doubt! Tell me Lulu. What are your thoughts on the term 'Individuality'? Vulgar obviously! Am I right? I, however, deserve the title as King! I deserve to win…you all only exist to serve your masters! All of you…only exist to serve me!
I quickly scream like a chimpanzee before pointing the gun over to where the footsteps were coming from and lift my face up only to have it meet the harsh rain. Vulgar fucks! All of you pieces of shit deserve the death penalty! Not me! Never me! I deserve life! ME!
"Hexley? You bad unicorn," I hear her giggly voice chide in psychotic joy but there is no one there. Where- Where did she go? She was just here! Where did that filthy bitch, Lulu, go!
My eyes are darting all around in search for her, but I see nothing or no one in sight. Instead, I feel something sharp dig into the top of my head followed by the sound of a fruit being punctured. What!? No…Not ME!
I feel something warm ooze through my gelled hair and coat my scalp as my eyes begin to roll back. I soon feel the knife being pulled out roughly causing a horrific surge of pain to shoot through my head. A steady flow of thick red liquid flows down all sides of my agonizing face. My mouth is partly open like some idiot who's as confused as ever, but I can't seem to close it. I can't move or feel anything on my face! What did she-
"Back to the darkness! Back to the darkness! Bad unicorn! Serving the evil witch! Must die! Must be defeated so Rainbowland can rejoice!" she shrieks with a chorus of dark laughs spilling from her drooling mouth as she let me slump to the soot colored road on my back. I'm facing the rainy sky with pained tears running from the corners of my eyes. Not m-m-me…so close…why did I have to come…why? D-D-Damn…
My eyes continue to roll backwards until they look like two full moons glowing from my eye sockets. Am I dead? No…Still alive. Still have a chance! My face is still stuck in some awkward position but I can still hear her strange laughs. I feel a warm substance start to form around my head…it must be blood. It's probably being washed away by the rain though. The colors of the mixture of the two elements is probably breathtaking…
I feel another powerful sharp pain in the middle my face followed by a dull sensation as the knife runs into me and it gets yanked out. I can literally feel the blood squirting from the wound like a steady pace of short bursts from a squirt gun. Everything begins to turn dark red…all of my talent…gone to fucking waste…curse the…the fucking animals…the fucking vulgarities.
I am Felix Garcia…I…I'm a prodigy…No…I…guess…my time is up…curse all of you…I should have…won…
Boy # 4: Felix Garcia (ELIMINATED)
15 Students Remaining
There you have it! What did you all think!? It seems our rich kid is has been taken out of the competition! Now that there are only 15 left...do you think our little alliance will come up with a plan to escape or will only one remain after all?