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[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.
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