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The_Author
04-18-2008, 02:19 PM
The night was still. Creatures were silent, trees didn't shake and shiver in the wind. It was as if the entire world was holding it's breath. That was the night that it arrived. He didn't wake anything. e didn't disturb anything. He just stood there. Stood in front of one house. But that stare must have had something odd about it, for it woke the occupant. And his life would be changed forever.
*
V, the house owner rose from his bed. He didn't know why, he just did. His feet walked. He could stop them if he wanted to, but he didn't. Down the stairs and to the front door. He opened it, and there was a man there. Staring at him. Usually that was the kind of thing that would get you to stop walking, but he didn't. He didn't know why he was did it, he just did. And when the man explained his intentions, he thought they were mad. Any other time he would have said no. But he didn't. He didn't know why he agreed. He just did.
*
The occupants of the town, who happened to all work for the same company awoke as normal. The brushed their teeth. They had a shower and had their breakfast. But there was something not right. Each of them knew it in the back of their minds. It was like when you go into a room and some thing's missing, but you can't quite put your finger on it. They got their mail and thought nothing of it as they opened their envelopes. Each letter was hand written and they all had the same message.
Greetings inhabitants of HDC,
In my journeys between the darkside and the netherworlds, I have chanced upon this little place and chosen it as the venue of my mission.
You all have been chosen to represent HDC in the first ever HDC BATTLE ROYALE. All of you have invitations in your hands, and those of you who choose to accept this prestigious challenge will be drafted in. My apprentice, __V__, will explain the rules if you choose to accept and also be your esteemed host through the Battle Royale, which will finish in crowning one of you as HDC Battle Royale King/Queen.
To accept, please simply leave this letter on your front door mat.
They all knew it was strange, but then again, they all liked the idea of something new. The town of HDC had become dull and lust less in the last few months and they all needed excitement. So, some of them decided to take up the challenge. They knew it was risky, but still, they couldn't stop themselves.
But as each laid it on their doormat, something incredible happened. But not the kind of incredible you get when you open the present you've been hinting at from christmas. The kind of incredible you get when someone's just stolen something out of your pocket without you knowing. It's terrible, but you have to admire it at the same time.
The second their letter hit their door mat, two men dressed entirely in black appeared from nowhere. They seemed to just jump from thin air. There were struggles with some, some were so shocked they stood their frozen, and others had been kind of expecting it. Either way, nobody got free of them. And one by one, more people turned up.
One of them, neverending woke up. He looked next to him and in some other, scrawny, torn up hammocks were murderdoll, The Mothman, Phalanx, ferretchucker, elvis_christ, Doc Faustus, Jenna26, fortunato and VampiricClown.
All fast asleep but the looked fit and well. They were in a small, dark room. The walls looked weak. They were covered in cobwebs, sheets of cloths, and pieces of metal. On one wall there was a shelf. It had a few pots and pans on it, a kettle, equipment to make a fire and eating utensils. None of them looked hygienic and he suspected they would break before long. In the centre of the back wall, there was a small fridge and a small cupboard. He looked in the cupboard and it was full of rice and pots of soup. In the fridge there were a few bottles of milk. He was regretting joining this thing already. He just hoped he see it to the end...
neverending
04-18-2008, 06:14 PM
Well done, author, whoever you are!
Despare
04-18-2008, 07:06 PM
Well done, author, whoever you are!
Yes, a nice story seems to be brewing. I'm loving all these little added parts of the Battle Royale the members of HDC are creating. Great job Author.
Dude Guadalupe
04-19-2008, 02:09 AM
Good stuff Author
I think I know who you are:D
ferretchucker
04-19-2008, 02:41 AM
Nicely done! I was mentioned! Woohoo! Next time though, I want a speaking part! :)
The_Author
04-19-2008, 02:45 PM
it was a long night. For all of the people in the bunkers, things weren't looking too good. Earlier in the day, they had recieved a small letter written in the same writing as their invitations. It was slipped under the door and explained the rules of the game and things weren't too bad. Although it didn't make clear what was to happen if you lost. There were some debates. They'd be sent home, they'd have to work for the organiser of the competition, but in the back of their minds they knew it wasn't that simple.
Around half and hour after darkness fell, they received two more letters. The first simply told them their team names but the second was far more important. As none of them had anything to do, although each bunker did contain an old book with blank pages, possibly for keeping a diary, it wasn't their idea of excitement, well, all but one, they were all thankful they had something to do.
The letter told them of their first challenge.
I welcome all 3 groups - The Monsters Squad, The Mad Killers and Ash's Chainsaws - to your first ever Battle Royale Challenge.
Before that, let me remind you that EACH ONE of you now carries a bullseye on your back...from now on, your survival in Battle Royale solely depends upon how you fare as a team (in the beginning), and as an individual (in the later stages). Knowledge is not the only weapon which will see you pass these challenges...it will be a test of your integrity, character and stamina as a HDC-ian.
So, onwards we go...right into THE FIRST BATTLE ROYALE CHALLENGE :-
Identify the movies from which these quotes have been taken :-
* "What are you, Smokey the Clown now?"
* "What do you think I want, you mean ol' bastard? I wanna room!"
* "I have such wonderful sights to show you!"
* "Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children."
* "I change my cars as regularly as a snake sheds its skin."
* "Bad luck isn't brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds.”
* "Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight? It appears quite black."
* “Somebody who should be dead is alive, or somebody who should be alive is already dead."
* "And the present is trivia, which I scribble down as fucking notes."
* “That was something trying to get out of its premature grave, and I don't want to be here when it does."
There are 240 points up for grabs in the above challenge. The deadline for sending your entries ends on Monday, 31st March at 12 Noon EST.
You may confer within members of your own team in your quest for the right answers, but each Battle Royale participant should send in their own individual entries. To enter your answers, please simply write them on the bits of paper in the book with the pen found next to it, and slip them under the door.
Each team member immediatetely sprung to life. But before they were able to celebrate for long, yet another letter was slipped under their doors.
And now comes the SHOCKING penalty of HDC Battle Royale's Challenge #1 :-
In case your group fails in this Challenge, all 8 members will be given a Smith and Wesson .45 loaded with ONE bullet.
The group will then be let free, out of the Battle Royale grounds, where they will hunt each other down and choose someone from their own team as a target for their bullet. That is, they will send me a PM or email telling me which member they choose to receive their bullet.
4 bullets will kill a person. Ergo, the contestant who receives 4 bullets will die, and so be OUT of the HDC Battle Royale.
The lifeline - the points you score individually. There are 10 individual points to be scored here. 5 points are equal to a health-pack, which will negate the effects of 1 bullet. You might survive, but you will be severely wounded.
So, 1 bullet - slightly wounded,
2 bullets - wounded,
3 bullets - severely wounded,
and
4 bullets - dead and OUT.
So, which means, even if you end up slightly OR severely wounded in this Challenge, you WILL CARRY the bullet inside you into the NEXT challenge!
The dreaded punishment revealed, the moods faded and the cracks began to form. Gorephobia and VampiricClown played cool, urgeok wondered if there was another solution which wouldn't end in betrayal, but then the moods rose. team spirit built. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline pumping in their veins or just the sheer will to live, but they all pulled together as teams.
There was only one. One who would not work as a team. One who wanted to do it himself. And that would lead to his ultimate destruction...
Despare
04-19-2008, 02:56 PM
All I want to know is if this is somebody who's playing currently, dead, or not even in the Battle Royale. Same goes with "Diary".
Rayne
04-19-2008, 03:12 PM
All I want to know is if this is somebody who's playing currently, dead, or not even in the Battle Royale. Same goes with "Diary".
All I want to know is, who is this "one who wanted to do it himself"?
Well, okay...I wanna know TWO things...How does this 'Author' KNOW that there is one who wants "to do it himself"?
Oh, and yes, this IS excellent writing...I'm enjoying it very much :)
Dante'sInferno
04-19-2008, 03:29 PM
this is getting very iteresting.
massacre man
04-19-2008, 03:42 PM
Didn't one of the contestants freak out and quit when the battle royale started? I believe that's who the author is speaking of.
Rayne
04-19-2008, 03:46 PM
Didn't one of the contestants freak out and quit when the battle royale started? I believe that's who the author is speaking of.
In the first challenge, one team had to shoot their OWN team member.
massacre man
04-19-2008, 03:47 PM
In the first challenge, one team had to shoot their OWN team member.
Really? I guess I didn't start paying attention until after the first challenge.
Rayne
04-19-2008, 03:51 PM
Really? I guess I didn't start paying attention until after the first challenge.
And now comes the SHOCKING penalty of HDC Battle Royale's Challenge #1 :-
In case your group fails in this Challenge, all 8 members will be given a Smith and Wesson .45 loaded with ONE bullet.
The group will then be let free, out of the Battle Royale grounds, where they will hunt each other down and choose someone from their own team as a target for their bullet. That is, they will send me a PM or email telling me which member they choose to receive their bullet.
4 bullets will kill a person. Ergo, the contestant who receives 4 bullets will die, and so be OUT of the HDC Battle Royale.
The lifeline - the points you score individually. There are 10 individual points to be scored here. 5 points are equal to a health-pack, which will negate the effects of 1 bullet. You might survive, but you will be severely wounded.
So, 1 bullet - slightly wounded,
2 bullets - wounded,
3 bullets - severely wounded,
and
4 bullets - dead and OUT.
So, which means, even if you end up slightly OR severely wounded in this Challenge, you WILL CARRY the bullet inside you into the NEXT challenge!
**:) **
Those of you who thought this was as easy as apple-pie or HDC Survivor done by bwind earlier, will be jolted. Realise this :-
Even when being a part of a team, you are alone and have to defend yourself. Hence, choose your tactics wisely. Asking for answers from a team-member MIGHT result in a negative reply (because he/she values his/her survival too)...so my friends, you are basically on your own, yet the group's survival and best chances are YOUR best chances of survival too. Get the irony?:p
Think twice before choosing to trust someone, more so when you make someone your ally...rely on tact, and a lot of shrewdness.
All the best in surviving this Challenge!
:)......................
EDIT: OHHHH, I guess he meant the one who got shot first by his own team members...Sorry, I'm a little slow on the uptake today...WAY too sleepy...
massacre man
04-19-2008, 04:16 PM
This would make a pretty sweet movie, just to see the death scenes for Gore and Cactus.
neverending
04-19-2008, 08:43 PM
Hahaha... I remember who the one who wanted to do it all himself is.....
The_Author
04-20-2008, 05:50 AM
Disaster struck in the dead of night. Massacre Man was awake in his bed when he heard a noise. The door opened. The thought of running. Leaving this terrible place behind came to him, but before he could even breathe, he was paralysed. He tried to make a noise. to shout to the others, but a dark shape simply walked towards him. It's face was in front of his, he could feel it's breath, warm, on his face. It lifted it's left hand up, in front of massacre man's face, and wagged a finger. It put it's hand to his forehead and he sunk, deep into the abyss of sleep.
It wasn't until morning that the terrible event of the night before was evident.
Chronogrl was the first to notice. She had been up a while. Nearly everybody in
the team had submitted their answers and she was excited to see what happens. What was the reward? Gold? Silver? It had to be something good.
Who would to all this trouble for nothing?
She was walking to the fridge to get a glass of milk when she tripped. She landed on Angra's bed.
"Oh, sorry, did I wake you?" she asked. No answer. She got up and looked at him. Fast asleep. She smiled to herself, knowing she hadn't just made an enemy in her team. That was when she noticed it. It was a feeling like a fly, crawling along her arm. She looked down, and then wished it was a fly. A trickle of blood was falling down. She screamed.
Everybody in the bunker woke up. Massacre Man felt a bit achy and was pondering over his strange "dream". He got out of his bed quickly to see all the others crowding around Angra's bed. He walked over.
"What happened?" He asked. Chronogrl was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, with a face like she had just seen a ghost. Massacre Man looked down at the bed and felt a chill down his spine, like he soul had been stabbed with a sword. Angra was lying down on his bead. There was blood everywhere but his face showed no sign of fear. He must have been asleep. But, though his face was peaceful. It and the rest of his head were about 2 inches away from his neck. He had been decapitated. Chronogrl screamed again...
ferretchucker
04-20-2008, 07:44 AM
Nicely done. I wonder whatmydeath scene will be like!
massacre man
04-20-2008, 08:12 AM
Nicely done. I wonder whatmydeath scene will be like!
Joyful. ;)
ferretchucker
04-20-2008, 12:12 PM
http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p255/ferretchucker/brnovel.jpg
The_Author
04-21-2008, 09:52 AM
Around midday time, the doors to the bunkers swung open. Some equipment for two more hammocks were thrown into each bunker, along with the bodies of two more contestants. Though shocked by the death of their team mate, the chainsaws managed to lift their spirits. The door to the bunker had opened earlier too. Two men, who were dressed the same as the ones who "kidnapped" the contestants, came and took the body away, though his blood stained hammock remained there.
Most of the people had submitted their entries. Doc faustus was just scribbling things down in the corner, because while he had been using it, the pen had run out, Disease was asleep and nothing seemed to be able to wake him and ferretchucker was insisting to be given his first glass of beer before he did anything.
It was only the next night that things started to go wrong. back in the chainsaw bunker, everybody was weary. Nobody was quite sure if they were safe. Was it another team member who had killed angra? Were they safe? Nobody was sure who to trust and so, they each tried to stay up. But one by one, through boredom and as the night drew on, their eyelids rested, their breathing became more relaxed and they fell asleep.
It was only one who didn't. One who managed to gain the shear will power to stay awake. throughout the day, massacre man had remained mainly quiet. He had been running things over in his mind, wroking things out. As he lay there in darkness amongst his comrades, he made up his mind. He wasn't crazy. He hadn't imagined things and he hadn't been dreaming. He could barely remember the events of the night before but he knew they needed to know.
He was about to get up, when something came over him. A tingle on the back of his neck as the hairs rose. A shiver up his spine and pins and needles in his foot. He tried to get out of his bed, but he couldn't. Once again, he was paralysed. He thought back to dinner. They had found cans of soup in tins and had eaten them. He knew they looked out of date! But then, what about the team mates looking at him. They were smug looks. Looks you give someone when you've put gum on their seat at school or stolen their cell phone.
it was only then that he looked at the door. It was open and there was a shape there. The same shape as the night before! He was going to die. Just like angra! He was going to be gone, just like that. Nobody would know. The shape came towards it. He noticed a tube in it's hand. It took him a minute to realise but he also had something in his hand. Something in the skin. From the light of the moon shining through the door he saw it. A dart! That's why he couldn't move!
The shape came ever closer. It pulled something out of it's pocket. It resembled a syringe but - IT WAS A SYRINGE! He tried to call out. Maybe he could make a sound. Maybe just a small murmer. Maybe somebody else was awake. Would they survive like he did last night? Would they tell the others what had happened, to look out for the shape. hecouldn't die! Not like this. Not without a fight. The shape was infront of him. It bent down and pressed a finger to it's lips. He could sense it was smiling. In a swift moment, it lifted the syringe high and brought it back down. Right into his neck. He felt some pain, then everything was calm. There was no shape. There never had been. No pain. No fear. No contest. Just him. just him in a state of happyness. he hadn't been truly happy like this, not as far back as he could remember. Things were calm. Things were nice. But little did he know, or any other contestants, things were going to take a turn for the worst...
neverending
04-21-2008, 05:45 PM
Fascinating insight The Author has! He/She seems to know so much about the goings on of The Battle Royale!
Very exciting reading!
massacre man
04-21-2008, 05:49 PM
I like how I've become a main character of sorts. :) Perhaps people will be sad when I'm shot to death.
Despare
04-21-2008, 10:24 PM
I like how I've become a main character of sorts. :) Perhaps people will be sad when I'm shot to death.
Spoiler alerts please! :mad:
;)
ferretchucker
04-22-2008, 06:17 AM
I'm really loving all these extras to the BR! Keep going, it's getting interesting!
Papillon Noir
04-22-2008, 06:23 AM
Great thread! :)
The_Author
04-22-2008, 12:57 PM
It was lunch time when the crackling came. Everybody looked around. The loud crackling rung out everywhere. It was only when the voice came about that they realised it was static. There must be speakers somewhere. And they all recognised the voice.
"V?" Said Rayne.
They were all wondering what part in this sick game he had to play was, but before they could think too much, the voice came again.
"The Deadline is up! No more answers will be taken."
everybody in the Monster Squad Bunker looked at Ferretchucker, who had just slipped his answers under the door.
"Yes. Ferretchucker's answer was accepted."
The Monsters sighed in relief. Over in the chainsaw bunker, Zero was still scribbling his answers down. He shouted out into the sky in frustration. Also, in the Mad Killer's bunker, things weren't looking good for psycom. The team had all fashioned a weapon which looked like a cross between a pickaxe and a sword for anybody who made them lose. He silently prayed.
"These are the results..." he read them out, one by one and at the end of it, only two bunkers were cheering. The mad Killers celebrated by mixing a few sachets of tomato ketchup the had found with their rice, and tucked into lunch. The Chainsaws hugged each other and cheered.
Over in the Monster Sqaud bunker, everybody was looking at one person.
Neverending had never really got on with Phalanx. There had always been a tough tension between them at work, a contstant battle to impress the boss. It was at this point that he knew he could take his revenge. Phalanx, whilst writing his answers, had remained secretive.
Jenna had asked him for an answer and he near enough shouted her to hell. He stayed in the corner, using the pen, thinking, looking around for minutes on end, as though an answer would come to him from the sky. The others were all helping each other, sharing answers, offering help where needed, but he seemed to be disjointed.
Nobody really minded. They all just thought he wanted to prove himself. neverending even had faith in his abilities, but as his name was read out, and his score made clear to all: 3, the entire group made a secret bond. They knew, at some point in this game, he would have to get his comeuppance.
But as they all remembered the punishment, they knew now was the time. But could they really pull a trigger...?
ferretchucker
04-23-2008, 06:46 AM
Woohoo! Another part. I think I have a good idea who you are now though...
neverending
04-23-2008, 09:17 AM
No you don't.
ferretchucker
04-23-2008, 09:22 AM
why ya gotta be like dat?
neverending
04-23-2008, 09:27 AM
Because you don't....
HAHAHAHAHJAHAHA
ferretchucker
04-23-2008, 09:30 AM
Oh, yeh! I'll tell you who it is!
er.
joey joe joe junior...shabadoo
massacre man
04-23-2008, 10:29 AM
joey joe joe junior...shabadoo
Oh, that's the stupidest name I've ever heard.
ferretchucker
04-23-2008, 10:51 AM
***Boo Hoo***
Joey Joe Joe, COME BACK!
neverending
04-23-2008, 11:36 AM
Oh, that's the stupidest name I've ever heard.
Stupider than Nicky Neon?
ferretchucker
04-23-2008, 11:44 AM
Yes. Much much much stupider.
The_Author
04-24-2008, 09:13 AM
The monsters walked out. The sun was setting. Within minutes they would be plunged into darkness. Inside the bunker, some conversations went on. Alliances were formed. Plans were made. But it was only when the doors opened that they really got hit with the facts. They were going to be murderers. What could they do? What if they died? But there wasn't much time to think about that.
"You all have five minutes to run. There are 2 square miles of land to hide in. Caves. Trees. Take your pick. But choose wisely, and watch you back. Let the hunting begin!"
Curse that __V__! Thought Murderdoll. She had known he was trouble from the beginning. She joined HDC Inc. a little while after him, and she never liked him. He always seemed like a busy body. A bit of a know it all. And now, he was pitting them against each other! But as she ran, she thought deeper into herself.
She liked the idea. Somewhere inside, she had always been a killer. But there were those she wouldn't kill. Not unless she had to. And those she would...
She found herself in an empty part of the zone. Nowhere to hide. She began
to panic. She was going to get shot! She was going to die! She dived down to the floor. It had been at least ten minutes. No time to get up. The sun had gone down now and she was wearing dark clothes. Maybe she woul-
BANG!
She felt a sharp pain in her leg. She looked down and there was a hole in it! She looked up and tried to run. she fell over. She couldn't put any wait on her leg or it might break off. She spun round and saw two shapes. They were sinking into the ground! No. They were running down a hill! If only she had thought to run a bit further. She could have seen them first. She frantically crawled along. They came back into sights. She fired her gun, praying it hit one! They carried on running. She'd missed. Wait...NO! She hadn't one shape stumbled and fell. She crawled along. Down the hill she rolled. Then she came to him. The other person ran off into the distance.
Fortunato carried on running. he had chosen not to fire his shot. He'd save it for later. Murderdoll wasn't worth it. He had to make it count. He stopped and looked around. Up in the distance. Jenna. Just standing there. Doing nothing. He pulled his gun up. Almost too easy. He took a step forward. SLAM! He fell down a hole. Leaves and sticks fell with him. His last though was that it was a trap, then he hit his head. Out cold.
It worked! Jenna ran over to the hole and pointed her gun down. Ferretchucker walked up beside her. Back at the office they had become friends. Ferretchucker was a young intern from England and she took pity on him. Everybody at the office was usually making jokes about him.
They high fived.
"When he comes to, he can easily get out of there. One of us has to stay guard while the other keeps watch." A click. She looked at ferretchucker who was pointing his gun at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" She said.
"Like you said. He can get out. I can't risk him shooting me. Or you betraying me." He said. He was sweating.
"You coward! I-" BANG! Like she had been punched in the chest. She fell down into the hole. Ferretchucker ran off. She looked across. Less than an inch away was Fortunato's bloody head. Was he dead? She checked and he was breathing. Not dead. Not even really hurt. It was only a graze on his head.
She began to cry. What if she was found. Two or three more bullets and she'd be dead for sure. She remembered what the note had said. If any bullets aren't fired, they'd all be shot twice. Fortunato wasn't going to fire his gun any time soon. She worked it out. If nobody saw where she was, and fortunato remained out cold, she'd get shot twice. If she made fortunato shoot her, there's a chance somebody else wouldn't fire, and she'd be dead for sure.
She made up her mind and looked at fortunato. BANG!
Down the hill, the sounds of two bullets rang out. Murderdoll could see some trees about half a mile away. The sound came from there. At her side, Phalanx was breathing heavily. The shot had got him bad. Right in the ribs. It didn't hit his heart though. Luckily. He groaned.
"Listen. You need to shoot. For all we know, nobody else could be around. There's only about a minute to go. The sun's up! Shoot me. That way there's less chance of the watch towers shooting us both." She said. She wasn't sure how she felt for Phalanx. No romantic feelings, but he had his days. One day he'd be the nicest person at the office. Others, he'd be cruel. It may have been his fault they lost, but she had already shot him. She'd got payback and now they were even. And she couldn't risk the watch towers. There was one about a mile away, but with good snipers, they could get her.
Phalanx shook his head.
"DO IT!" She shouted.
He raised his gun to her leg. It was then that she realised. He still had a shot left, and from the angle of her wound, the shot had come from the direction of Phalanx OR the other person. Somebody else was there! Somebody else had shot her. That means there could be others there. They were sitting ducks!
Phalanx clicked his gun. She frantically looked around. With that bullet and the possible others, she'd die.
"Wait!" She shouted. Phalanx rested his gun for a moment. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
No pain. She looked around and saw several shapes moving down the hill.
HE DIDN'T FIRE HIS GUN! THAT WAS 8 SHOTS SHE HAD HEARD. THAT MEANT-
A sound like a siren rang out.
She felt pain all around her. She gained the strength to look up to see three of the shapes on the ground, in the sunlight she could see blood. coming from them. Two shapes were running. BANG BANG! One got taken down. The other rolled and the dirt next to him shot up in the air. BANG! He fell to the floor and began crawling. BANG! Another shot in him.
She looked down and Phalanx. What was left of phalanx. Two more holes were around were she had shot him. There was a hole through his palm and another further up the arm. Another hole was through his neck. But where the snipers had shot, what was left of his face looked like the inside of a pie. He was dead. But she wasn't. She would live to keep fighting. But how long would 'til she met the same fate...
ferretchucker
04-24-2008, 09:31 AM
WOW THAT WAS LONG! I can't believe i'm a traitor.
ferretchucker
04-25-2008, 12:42 AM
where's the assasin in all of this? Didn't he appear around the first challenge.
The_Author
04-25-2008, 01:42 PM
[I]Darkness. Night. The perfect time to strike. Out of his bed, he bent down and lifted a floor board. It was brilliant. The only time stepping through a floor board actually brightened his day. The challenge would get a lot more interesting soon.
He'd be sure to win.
Of course, things had got a lot more complicated with the intercepted intercom. Earlier in the day, about an hour or so after lunch time, a voice rang out through all of the bunkers.
"Hello contestants of the Battle Royale. I trust your lives are more fun than they were a few days ago. I'm here to make your deaths just as enjoyable."
V had obviously been by the microphone because straight away.
"Who are you? How are you-"
"My name is not important, but for all intensive purposes, you can call me The Assasin."
"Unless you want to face death, isuggest you get off the intercom and forget all you know about this place."
"Or what? I think you'll find a nice present somewhere near the woods. It should make a statement to you. Why not get one of yor sniper rifles to zoom in on it."
The voices stopped for a moment, then,
"How the hel did you do that?"
"Your guards aren't that difficult to be caught unawares. Now. Contestants. Should you want to contact me, simply knock. I can take down anybody for you. Just for...a price."
everybody had got talking after that. V had tried to reassure everybody that things would be fine, but they knew they wouldn't. And as he moved the floorboard away and took out the contents of the space underneath, he thought of what a good cover it could be.
Earlier on in the day, some of the men wearing black had come to the bunker. They knocked everywhere. No answer. Whether they were doing it right or the assasin knew it was them, nobody was sure, but it was when they left that his plan came into action. The door to the bunker was controlled by a seven digit code. As each button was pressed it made a noise. What the goons weren't counting on was his unique ability to understand the noise through working the phones back at the company.
Armed with his new found weapon, he left the chainsaw base. Pitch black. He just had to pray nobody saw him. Nobody in the watch towers. He crept along. The other teams base had to be here somewhere. He carried on going. Further than he though. About three hundred kilometres before he saw it. Perfect. Weak, wooden wonderful. He walked over, his weapon ready. He prayed the code to the door was the same.
He crept up to one of the walls. There were a few wooden boards covering it. It was about two steps away. If only he didn't have to run those two steps. If only he hadn't tripped. If only the wood had been stronger. He fell into the base, onto the floor, wood hit the ground around him, he slid forward and looked around. Perfect. everyone was still asleep. He'd do it! Nobody would suspect him. They'd think it was the assasin. He stood up, ready for the kill.
His head hit something hard. A shelf. A stupid wooden shelf which ruined everything! the shelf broke from the wall, clangs, bangs! They sounded all around him. The stupid pots and pans! In less than a seoncd the lights were on, people were screaming, shouting and it seemed to take even less time for the doors to open and the goons to come in, and with them...V!
"Well, well, well. Despare. A bit ambitious aren't we. You though it would be that easy to kill an entire team. Oh, and you found our gift for your group, the cudgel. And as for that. hat is that? A CD? Oh...dethlok. How odd for a killing spree. It's be something to look forward to listening to. After you leave the dungeons. What a boring week this will be for you." Failure.
neverending
04-25-2008, 02:12 PM
Hahaha- well done!
ferretchucker
04-26-2008, 09:55 AM
Ooooooh, I like the assasin in this!
The_Author
06-10-2008, 12:44 PM
So much time. Time neither flew nor stood still in the area. It just...happened. So many dead. Teams were forged then undone, and remade. But only five were left. So close to the final, and now, they were sitting in a room, with just five chairs and five doors. The familiar voice of __V__ sounded,
"Each of you now has a choice. Simply say a letter from A to E."
They looked around puzzled. They said their letters and, without warning, found themselves hurtling forward at a great speed. The chairs slammed through the doors with closed instantly, and locked. Disease looked around. Nothing. In his room, there was nothing. Nothing he could see at least, as it was complete and utter darkness.
About thirty yards away, a light turned on. The light revealed a man. His flesh was going green and he appeared to be dying, buit then he moved. He looked up and smiled. Disease couldn't see what he was smiling about. He was sitting in a great chair which appeared to be a large computer and was wired into him, in his arms, his skull and his torso. But then Disease realised the shocking truth. It was Austin!!!
"Austin. My god. What have they done to you?"
"What do you mean?" His voice sounded but his lips didn't move. It echoed through the room.
"You...you're dead."
"I am neither dead nor alive," he said, "I am simply here to do a job that I was chosen for. Now, I have a question for you. Please, tell me, What does the element of children bring to a horror movie, both as killers and as victims? And I would answer quickly if you wish to leave this room as you are."
Disease sat there horrified for a moment but then decided that it would be best to answer. So he gave his answer, and as he did, Austin appeared to smile. After he had finished, Austin spoke once more.
"Very good. Now take this." And with those words, something dropped into Disease's lap. A .44 Magnum with 6 bullets. The door swung open and he walked out. As he did he saw Zero and Despare already sitting. He too sat down, and no sooner had he done that than Psycom's door swung open and he struggled out. His chest was bleeding. He had been shot. Posher too walked back in.
Once again, the hunting took place, and though none died, it hurt pretty bad. Disease gritted his teeth at the thought of falling after coming this far as he walked back into his bunker. But the second he layed down on the bed his eyes closed and he fell asleep. Only in his dreams could he escape the harsh reality of what was happening.