Ultimate Survival - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

"Allies?"

          A few days had passed after the dreadful game began and Kaname wandered around on the island for his precious little sister. His clothes ripped in random areas and stained in blood. His skin bruised and face lightly bloodied after falling a few times since he left the beach. The pistol stuck into jeans waist band and a small bag strapped across his chest. He kept on trekking through the forest in search of clues in finding his sister, since after he found two bodies of men who had been decapitated with a gold medal next to them. That gold medal was hers which she had won in the tennis qualifying tournament. That same medal, he had kept safely in his pocket since he found it. He kept on walking using a sturdy branch for support since his leg was injured until he arrived at a clearing near a cliff. The wind was strong at this point which made it difficult to stand straight to look around.

           As the wind died a little he took the chance to scope around get an average of how large the island really was. From where he stood, he could have seen the beach where he first started from and the cliff where he almost died. That instant, the memory of that night haunted him as he remembered the woman who tried to kill him, but died instead. He gripped the branch with a disgusted expression on his face.

("Fuck this game, I will never forgive those bastards for doing this to us.")

He continued to look around, but not long after he started to mumble to himself.

"Just how large is this island? From the looks of it, these trees and plants are definitely tropical."

He looked around again trying to spot any clues from where he stood, but no success. He then turned around and walked away heading into forest.

("Just where are you Hiyori?")

          Meanwhile, back in Tokyo, in the organization's headquarters, the CEO Takashi Sakamoto was having a video conference with his investors. The old man sat in his chair calmly as he talked to them with a handful of documents on the desk.

"As you can see my dear partners, the project is going as planned. The documents that have been sent to you is simple proof of how fast the game is progressing. All of them wants that prize money proposed."

At this time one of the investors began to spoke.

"Right now, Mr. CEO, I want to know the suspected top runners in this test run. Our money is dependent on knowing these characters and if we can use them in the future."

"Well sure thing Mr. President, you all are the leaders of the biggest super power countries of the world. Our organization can't let your money waste sure it is a success."

"Good.. And I suppose that our involvement in this is safe?"

That moment the CEO's secretary entered the office and he gestured to her to hold on a bit.

"Ah yes, all of your records of involvement are kept a level above confidential in well protected systems. No one will be able to break in for that information. Now will you excuse me, I have another matter to attend."

"We will suppose that you will send us the information we asked for?"

"Consider it done before our next conference call."

"Well then we will leave it your hands."

With that he hung up the call with the push of a button located in the center of his desk. He then reclined on his chair and smiled.

"It's in the bag."

The old man in his grey coloured business suit looked around his room before looking at his secretary. The room was well lit with down light systems which showed the dark coloured cabinets that lined up the walls right up to entrance. At that entrance, the woman stood holding a folder across her chest. She wore a pair blacked framed glasses to match her attire which were a black suit jacket and a black knee-height pencil skirt. Her hair was loose, short and dark brown in colour, which suited her slender face and highlighted her neck. The clothing held her body that showed her curves and the CEO had his eyes on her watching her very perversely.

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