Battle Royale: United

How To Trust Your enemies, at least for

We finally reached a small cabin, and the whole place was like someone only recently left. It was still warm inside! (Daniel): We're safe here. This place is camouflaged, so make yourself at home don't make any loud noises.

(Marin): You found this just now!? That's so cool! He looked at me with the same intensity at the campus. (Marin): WHAT? Why are you always looking at me like that!? (Daniel): you really don't remember me, do you captor? I looked up from my bag I was searching through. He does seem utterly Familiar... Even though he was on the bus with us this morning. (Daniel): Parkson Elementary back in Michigan. I was your "Husband"

I gasped, probably way too loud, and ran over to hug him. (Daniel): Let go, captor! I don't need your sentiment. (Marin): Why are you so MEAN!? He rolled his eyes, throwing his bag in an old corner before storming off into the other side of the room. (Marin): Asshole!!

The sudden smell of smoke filled my nose, and I gagged. (Daniel): Get down! I rolled my eyes, silently laughing. (Marin): ha! ha! Very funny. The window was smashed behind me, as I let out a small scream. (?): We know your in there! Even if we have to drag your asses out by force! Shit, what the hell are Chris and his lackeys doing here?

The whoosh noise swooped harshly pass my ear, and I noticed that it was an arrow. Chris has a freaking crossbow!? Daniel rushed out the room and grabbed my wrist as we rushed out the house! Daniel was rushed by Steven, letting go of my hand. Steven aimed his crossbow at my cheast and glared at me. (Steven): Where the hell are your bags. I turned around and gestured my head towards the burning house.

(Mike): So what are gonna do to her? (Daniel): Not a Goddamn thing! I looked at him with wide eyes. I swear, this kid's bipolar or something! I backed away from Chris and mike, and very cautiously, they followed closer to me. (Marin): Go ahead, you dumb bastard! I was always suspicious of you anyway, your just proving my point!

(Chris): The quiet ones are always the first to go. And hunter was WAY to voluntary to let an opportunity like this pass by. Always willing to protect Kaylan. (Marin): wait, so who was the boy that was murdered? (Mike): Kyle. Him and Miguel split up and he went down so easy after that!

At least it's not them. That's all I'm glad about! I never actually met Kyle, and even though it's a shame; better him than anyone else really. (Mike): if the bitch runs, we'll shoot her! (Chris): let's cut out the middleman now...

A rock went on the side of Chris' head, and I noticed Daniel covered in blood. I rushed towards the crossbow in full speed, obviously making it before mike did. (Marin): consider this a warning. Get your asses up, and never come BACK!

(Daniel): let's go captor. (Marin): I got a few things before the fire. I hope it helps. (Daniel): What'd you get? (Marin): Clothes, and our weapons. I didn't know you had a reaper. (Daniel): Marin...I didn't men to kill Steven. But I was only trying to help you. I really care about you, kid.

(Marin): cool. So, what do we do now? (Daniel): we'll make a truce. If there's no way out...if ANY of us is injured.... Promise me we go on our own terms. (Marin): you mean...suicide!? (Daniel): PLEASE, captor. He grabbed my shoulders, and hugged me, tears beginning to form. Little tiny droplets began to stain my shirt.

(Marin): if it comes down to it, and if it's our ONLY option...I promise.

I could see the look in his eyes as he reached for my Hand. It's a look of murder. The murder of innocence. When he killed Steven, I know it broke him inside. This game is bringing out the worst in everyone, and in order to survive, maybe the 'worst' in everyone is what absolutely NEEDS to happen. I can't seem to shake the feeling off me as well. No, I haven't murdered anyone per say,
But I murdered him in the emotional sense. He wanted to kill me, and I knew it to. He was waiting. Waiting for a moment when my back was turned, when I was caught off guard...waiting for me to. Just.

SNAP!