Battle Royale: America

Disclaimer: I do not own Battle Royale, and of the fifty students, only three (Joseph Freed, Jimmy Manteiv and Sarah Anderson) belong to me. The others belong to Geozo, Ode to Crayola, Evil Death Bee, -stefh, d4nce4m01, Helenski, coveredincake, Vibrating Piggies, Dingbat, Trillium, Lint, adamwebb175, Tyrante, Nagikirima, saintsmythe, Ernie, Yue Lai and ph3r. I am too lazy to say who made who right now.

Note: I forgot to mention in the previous chapter that soon after Geoffrey fell asleep, everybody else fell asleep as well. I have added that into the chapter. You don't HAVE to reread it, since I just explained it here. Besides, anyone with basic BR knowledge would have guessed that.

Warning: This story contains excessive violence, blood and gore, strong language and mild sexual situations.

Chapter 1: The Game

Geoffrey woke up. The floor was cold and hard. He opened his eyes. The ceiling was higher than usual, and it wasn't because he was on the floor. He felt something soft under his head, but it wasn't a pillow. He sat up and looked around. It looked like he was in a gymnasium. Across the room from him there was a basketball hoop, and there was one right behind him as well.

To the left of the room (from his point of view, that is) there were two teal colored, metal doors, and to the right there were bleachers, where some of the students were sitting. Among them, he saw Colleen Comstock, his ex-girlfriend. He didn't know she was on the same bus he was. He also noticed that the room had no windows.

He looked around some more. It looked like all the students that were on the bus were in here. About half of them were awake and walking around, or sitting on the bleachers. The students who were still asleep were scattered on the floor, lying down on their backpacks. He looked down to see that he was lying down on his as well.

It was strange. After being awake for almost a full minute, the thought hit him.

What the hell is going on?

He looked at his watch. It was seven PM.

Somebody tapped him on the shoulder. "So, you're awake, huh?" Geoffrey jumped. He turned around and saw his friend Justin, also known as 'Waffles'. He was a bit heavier than the other kids, but not really 'fat'. He had blond hair, and, if you looked really closely, he looked sort of like a monkey.

Geoffrey stood up, running his hand through his messy brown hair. "Yeah. What's going on?"

Waffles laughed. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Geoffrey looked around a bit. "No… No I haven't."

"Okay, good. 'Cuz neither have any of us," said Waffles. "Come on, let's take a look around."

"Alright," Geoffrey picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," said Waffles. "Five minutes, tops, and when I woke up, the only others who were awake were Colleen and that Zigg kid."

Zigg Thomas was a freshman with his own cult, the Order of the Winds and Waters. He was mostly a normal kid, he just looked weird. His hair is parted down the middle, with the left half dyed multiple colors, and the right half is black and heavily gelled. His shirt had several characters of a dead language on it. He generally dressed that way to confuse people.

Geoffrey looked over at Waffles. He noticed something different. "What is that thing on your neck?"

"I dunno," said Waffles. "But everybody seems to have one. And so do you."

Geoffrey reached up to touch his neck. He felt cold metal. Sure enough, he, too, was wearing one. It's kind of funny. In a way, Geoffrey always wanted to be different from everyone else. He didn't want to be like all the popular kids, wearing the fashions that were 'in'. But here he was, wearing the exact same thing everyone else was.

"C'mon," said Waffles. "I want you to meet someone."

He dragged Geoffrey across the room to where a slender young girl with long brown hair was chatting with a much older boy with neck-length black hair. Geoffrey recognized him as Sang Kim, an exchange student from Korea. Geoffrey didn't think twice about which one Waffles wanted him to meet.

"This is Floret… uh… Sorry. I've forgotten your last-"

"Silva," said the girl, who Geoffrey was assuming was named Floret Silva. She offered her hand. "Nice to meet you." Geoffrey shook her hand. She had a nice grip for a girl.

"She's a sophomore."

"Freshman."

"Right, what did I say?"

"You said sophomore," said Sang Kim. He was pretty good at English now, but when he came here, he wasn't doing so well.

"Oh, right," said Waffles, embarrassed.

At that point, most of the students were awake. Geoffrey looked around for Laura, and finally found her sitting on the bleachers with Lucielle.

"Uh, nice meeting you, but I have to go. See you around," Geoffrey said as he took off towards the bleachers.

"Well, what I heard was-" Lucielle started, before Geoffrey walked up and interrupted them with a friendly "Hi."

"Hey, Geoffrey," said Laura. She stood up and they shared a hug. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Geoffrey just shook his head. They hugged again. He noticed that she had a collar, too.

Suddenly, the metal doors swung open, and in walked a short, stocky, bald man and about twenty soldiers in camo uniforms. The soldiers were carrying rifles. Seeing the rifles, several students ran towards the bleachers.

"Now, now, kids. You have no reason to worry. As long as you remain orderly, the soldiers will have no reason to shoot. Now, I would like to ask all students who don't have their backpacks to go grab them now. I notice that most of you left them lying around. This was very careless." He waited until all the kids have grabbed their backpacks. "Okay, now, would all of you take a seat on the bleachers?" The students all sat took a spot and sat down. Geoffrey was sitting between Laura and Waffles. The three of them, along with Lucielle, Sang Kim and Floret, were sitting near the back. "Now, my name is Vick Silcka. I am sure that you are all curious as to why you are here." There was a murmur of agreement. "Then I will tell you." He snapped his fingers. About twenty or so more soldiers walked in, each one carrying two black duffle bags. "You will kill each other. Welcome to Battle Royale!"

The students just stared. All they could do was stare, with their mouths wide open.

Vick ignored the silence and continued talking. "We are on a small island several miles off the coast of Washington. About five and a half miles across. You will each be given a bag with three one-liter bottles of water, three rolls of bread, a compass, a map, a flashlight and a weapon. The weapons are randomized. They could be a gun, a knife, or even a useless item like a fork or something. You will all leave one by one in five minute intervals. So, by the time everybody leaves, it will be midnight. Now…"

"What are these collars for?" asked Sang Kim, interrupting Vick.

Vick just looked at him. "I was just going to get to that. If you are so curious to find out, then come on down."

Sang Kim stood up, walked down the stairs, and stood in front of Vick. Vick pulled out a small, black remote with a single button on it. He pointed it at Sang Kim, and pressed the button.

The following 'BOOM' echoed in the gymnasium. Sang Kim's neck exploded in a shower of sparks and blood. Sang Kim fell backwards to the floor with a loud 'thud'.

Again, all the kids would do… was stare.

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