[UNDER MAJOR EDITING/REWRITING] DeMIsE {{Pokespe/Battle Royale crossover}}

Chapter two {part one}

Our Royale

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The Program

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Red's POV

"Nhhhhng..."

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes groggily. I looked around.

I was sitting at a small desk with pen and paper laid on it. Around me was more desks, with my still unconscious classmates passed out on them. My breath hitched.

I knew where we are.

I went to stand up but was stopped when two men in suits walked in, one of them spotting me standing up and aimed their handgun at me. I sat back down.

More people became conscious again, and quiet, worried whispers could be heard spreading through the room. My heart beat faster.

I turned to Green, who was seated to my left and was rubbing his eyes wearily. He looked across at me and, seeing my facial expression, frowned.

I whispered hurriedly, quickly glancing at the men, "we need to get out. Now". Green yawned.

"Why?"

"Just trust me".

"B-".

I clenched my fists, "just trust me!"

Green looked taken aback at my sudden outburst, but nodded, turning serious.

I looked around the classroom for Blue and Yellow. I found Yellow seated in front of me, but there was one row between us. Blue was sitting at a desk next to her.

I looked back at Green, and was about to inform him of the girl's location when a third, sly looking man trotted into the room, standing front centre. He smirked, I glared.

"Welcome. I'm sure you are guessing why you are here. But before that," he turned his back to us and scribbled something on the blackboard behind him.

Mr Lance.

He turned back and dropped the chalk onto the ground. I stood up and Mr Lance's bodyguards set their guns on me. Lance's eyes shot over to me, "I am about to explain, Mr..."

"Mr Fire, sir".

He nods, tapping his chin, "so, what do you have to say?"

I stuttered, "a-are w-we-"

Mr Lance smiled smugly, "your class has been chosen for this year's Program, Mr Fire".

My heart stopped and broke into a million pieces right there; I was at a loss for words, my fear was reality. I fell back into my chair, my eyes wide and body shaking.

Gold stood up angrily and pointed a finger at Mr Lance, "hey, I don't know who you think you are, but I would put your guns down-" he glared at the suited men pointing guns at him, not even flinching, "-and let us go, because when I call the cops you're in deep shit with the government!"

Mr Lance chuckled at Gold's futile attempt to escape, "stupid boy..."

"We are the government".

Gold froze, "wh- but that's not-"

"Possible? You're guardians must've been keeping you under a rock your whole life. As I told Mr Fire, your class is participating in this year's Program". The security still had Gold at gunpoint.

I could hear Gold's ragged breathing, "The Program, is that the one where we-".

"Where you kill each other, yes". Mr Lance said with a tinge of annoyance. It seemed like he was bored of the whole thing. Gold's

breathing became more ragged to the point where it seemed like he had just run a seven mile marathon.

"No..." He sat down in his seat and held his head in his hands, "no no no no no..."

I growled at Mr Lance, only to have the guns pointed back at me. I narrowed my eyes, "you won't shoot me". The orange haired man chuckled and quick as lightning had pulled a small gun from his belt.

"Try me".

I heard a loud bang and my right shoulder erupted in burning pain. The impact pushed me off the chair and I landed on the ground, knocking my shoulder on the tiles and sending a spike of pain up my arm. I yelled in agony and could feel the blood soaking my shirt.

The last thing I heard was screaming before my vision started blurring, and it all went black.

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{{A/N - It hurt to write this! ;~; but, I hope you enjoyed nonetheless. Part 2 may be up tomorrow, depends. But for now I have to sleep, it's late @.@

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