When I woke up, we were all in a room, and there was armed guys in black. My heart began to pound, and there was the thickest silence. (Karina): What's going on!? (Serena): Where the fuck are we!? (Marin): I know where we are now... All eyes were certainly on me. (Marin): Battle Royale. (Hunter): Like the movie? I nodded. This was gonna happen one day. Slow claps cleared the silence a when the person was finally revealed, a lump filled my throat.
Mr. Weeks!? (Hunter): Weeks, what the fuck!? (Weeks): I'm not your teacher anymore, Mr. Meyer. So 'Geoffrey' would make it less...formal. I'm guessing you and Ms. Captor know the rules, so you two have the advantage of picking first. I looked at hunter and nodded. Rushing towards the weapons, my wrist was suddenly grabbed. I looked at him again with a much more annoyance!
(Hunter): remember the movie? Some of these bags are duds. You pick the closest in the front, I'll pick the one in the back. (Marin): How do I know I can trust you? (Hunter): For now captor, you're just gonna have to. I reached for the bag, but paused reluctantly. (Geoffrey): Tick-tock, kiddies! (Marin): How about YOU go fuck yourself, 'Geoff!' A cold piece of steel hit the back of my head. I gasped, and just as he was about to pull the trigger...
(Daniel): Can
we just get on with this shit!? What do we have to do anyway? The gun was off me, causing me to finally breathe again. We grabbed our bags and got back to the group. As I focused on the teacher, from the corner of my eyes, I felt Daniel's stare intently focused on me. Remind me to thank him later.
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Battle Royale: United
Terror18 kids, only one winner. Who will rise to the top, and who will do whatever it takes. The united States has decided to do a test run on a school in Oceanside, California. 18 Charter school students who've screwed up and want a second chance. This "...
