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

Chapter two {part two}

Our Royale

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Beginning Woes

{{A/N - Uh, this chapter contains swearing... Not sure if it was obvious that this story would have any or not :P}}

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Green's POV

"Try me".

Before I could react, Mr Lance's handgun shot once at Red. He toppled backwards and landed hard on his back. Red groaned.

I ignored the screams and commotion and leapt out of my chair towards Red.

I kneeled down next to him and shook him, "RED! STAY WITH US! RED!" His eyes closed and I applied pressure to the heavily bleeding wound with my hands.

"DON'T YOU LEAVE US, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I yelled and pushed down harder, tears threatening to fall.

Red's head rolled to the side and he lay there, unmoving.

I raised my blood-covered hands off his shoulder, a tear falling down my face. There were other people weeping as well.

He can't be gone. He just can't! Red's always been there, always!

"No. Red's just fooling us. It's something he would do, he's not dead!" I cried out, tears flowing faster down my cheeks. I buried my face in his shirt and let out a loud sob, followed by more until I was sobbing uncontrollably. Red didn't deserve this. He had so much to live for! And now it's all gone! It's all my fault, if I was faster...

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

I raised my head slowly, looking at the front were a smirking Mr Lance was blowing the end of the gun.

I gritted my teeth, "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Grabbing Red's knocked-over steel chair and running towards that orange-haired douche.

I saw out of the corner of my eye the security aiming at me. But I didn't care.

If Red was gone, I deserved to go too.

Blue's POV

I buried my face in my hands, poor, poor Red...

I could hear Yellow crying beside me and went to comfort her when I saw Green running towards Mr Lance with a chair.

I screamed, "Green! Don't!"

He stopped a metre from his target, regret shown all over his face. I took in a deep breath.

"Red wouldn't have wanted you to do this", I breathed out. Green's eyes widened and he dropped the chair, bloody hands shaking.

Mr Lance crosses his arms, "now, if I can continue without any interruptions, then I won't have to shoot anyone else". Green's red, tear soaked face quickly glanced at me before quietly stepping back to his seat. When he walked past Red's corpse, he looked shattered.

Mr Lance clapped and I snapped my head back to him, "good! Now where were we... Ah yes! We only got to the name!"

“I will explain. You have come here to kill each other. Your class has be chosen to compete in the Porgram. Your mothers, fathers and caregivers have all been informed”.

Everybody was silent, like they were frozen in time. Mr Marshmello continued.

“As you may or may not know, the rukes are simple. Kill one another. That’s it. The survivor will get to go home. One at a time, you will each leave this classroom. But before you depart, you’ll be given one of these bags, inside which you will find some food and water, and two weapons. Every bag has two unique weapons. The weapons you are given are not predetermined, we have not chosen who gets what weapons. As each of you leave, we will take one bag and hand it to you. As well as two weapons, the pack also includes a map of the island, a compass, a compass and a watch. Did anyone pickup on how I said island? Well yes, we are on an island. This is the first time this island has been used as a venue. It has been cleared out, nobody else is here.”