Battle Royale Riverdale – Chapter 4
Nick St. Clair was cautiously making his way through the island. He had just heard an announcement of the latest deaths. Quickly doing the math he realized that there were only five others besides himself still alive.
Nick came across the group of huts. He immediately saw Tono Diaz's dead body and as he got closer he saw Raj Patel's decapitated corpse as well.
"Huh, wonder who got them," Nick muttered to himself.
Just then he heard something and Nick looked up to see Shrill step around the corner. The two stared at each other startled before drawing their weapons and firing at each other. Shrill spun and fell to the ground while Nick got grazed in the arm but nothing to serious.
Nick checked on his wound. It was shallow he just needed to find something to bandage it with. However he wanted to make sure that Shrill was dead first. He slowly approached her body. She was lying on the ground not moving and didn't seem to be making a sound.
"Good, didn't want to waste any more bullets finishing you off," Nick said.
Suddenly Shrill rolled over and unleashed a burst from her Micro Uzi. Nick caught several bullets in the chest and another in the face. He toppled over, dead before he hit the ground. Shrill dropped her gun and let out a sigh. One of Nick's bullets had pierced her lung, she could tell she didn't have time. She knew she was going to die but she was happy that she had killed Nick first and gotten her revenge.
Betty and Archie were leaving a zone that was about to become a danger zone when the PA system came on announcing that Nick and Shrill were dead.
"We're in the final four," Archie said.
"Yeah, but the other two are Cheryl and Reggie," Betty reminded him. "And those two… this whole thing is probably fun for them."
"But if we've got one advantage its that we know they won't be working together," Archie said.
"That's true," Betty agreed.
"Come on though, we need to keep moving," Archie said.
The two of them continued on through the forest until they came across the apartments.
"I don't like this place," Betty said quietly as she looked around.
"Yeah, it's a good place to get ambushed," Archie agreed.
"And that apartment looks like it got blown up," Betty said pointing at an apartment that had smoke drifting out of it.
"We should get inside and find cover," Archie said.
Just then a gunshot rang out and Archie grabbed at his shoulder.
"Archie!" Betty exclaimed.
"I'm fine, it's Reggie!" Archie said pointing with his good arm.
Betty turned to see Reggie advancing towards them a 9mm pistol in one hand and a kitchen cleaver in the other. Reggie fired again as Betty and Archie both ran his shots missing. Betty turned and returned fire with her crossbow. Reggie was caught off guard and the bolt struck him in the throat. Reggie fell to the ground clutching at his throat.
Betty reloaded her crossbow and slowly advanced towards Reggie cautiously, Archie following behind. Reggie was still alive, but it was clear that if the crossbow bolt was pulled out then he would soon bleed to death.
Betty reached down to pull the bolt out and let Reggie die when the boom of a shotgun blast sounded. Betty cried in pain as she was struck in the arm.
Archie and Betty both looked to see Cheryl holding the shotgun, a look of annoyance on her face that the blast hadn't killed Betty.
"Get down Betty!" Archie cried out.
Archie pulled out the Mac-10 he'd taken from Tono and fired at Cheryl. He wasn't sure if he hit her or not but Cheryl turned and limped away towards the apartments.
"Stay here, I've got this," Archie said as he ran after Cheryl reloading as he did.
Archie saw Cheryl enter one of the apartment buildings and he followed her inside. As he entered Archie's foot kicked something. Archie looked down to see that it was a grenade, and the pin had been pulled.
"Oh crap," Archie muttered.
He turned to run…
Moments after Betty had seen Archie enter the apartment there was an explosion and a cloud of dust and dirt billowed out the door.
"Archie!" Betty cried out.
However Betty knew what had happened. Archie was dead. Betty dropped to her knees and sobbed. Just then Betty felt cold steel pressing against her neck.
"He always was rather impulsive wasn't he?" Cheryl asked.
Betty looked back to see Cheryl standing over her, not appearing to be wounded at all holding her shotgun in one hand and her sickle in the other. Betty didn't say in response but did nod.
"You know if I could let one other person from our class survive I probably would have picked you," Cheryl said.
"Not your brother?" Betty asked.
"No, I hate my brother," Cheryl replied. "But you, well I always thought that if you hadn't been friends with Veronica we could have been best friends."
"Seriously?" Betty asked in disbelief.
"You don't think so?" Cheryl responded.
"Well… maybe… I don't know," Betty answered.
"Yeah, probably best not to dwell on What Ifs," Cheryl said. "So on that note…"
Cheryl swung her sickle and took Betty's head clean off with one stroke.
"God I love this thing," Cheryl said looking at her sickle.
Cheryl then heard the sound of a helicopter approaching. She looked up to see a military helicopter approaching.
"Congratulations you are the winner of the Battle Royale!" an officer on the helicopter said over a megaphone.
Cheryl simply smiled.
The End?
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