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“So I’m assuming,” he started, “that when you guys started this year that you were given instructions on what to do if you were chosen for a Battle Royale, am I correct?” He glanced around once again, looking for confusion or comprehension on each teenager’s countenance. Turning to the board and picking up a thick piece of chalk, he started again, “Well for you ignorant fuckers that never pay attention anyway,” – he quickly turned around for another quick look at them before turning to the board again – “I’ll write them down here for you.”
On the board, he quickly scribbled in barely understandable handwriting:
BATTLE ROYALE
#0607 ATS SCHOOL
RULES:
1. I WILL KILL
2. IF I DO NOT KILL, I WILL BE KILLED
3.
The man once again faced the students without filling in the third rule. Grinning, he also set his chalk down and leaned casually against the chalkboard. “You all have that in your stupid little minds, right? Kill or be killed – it’s probably lodged in your mind already. Why do I have to remind you, anyway? I don’t even think I have to write the last rule down, so I won’t. You don’t mind, do you?”
He placed his hands firmly on the desk in front of him, still surveying the faces of each of the students. His eyes coldly looked over each of their expressions, analyzing their eyes, their moods, anything that would help him grasp their sheer terror. On the other hand, the man himself was confident and relaxed, as apparent by his casual attitude toward the macabre rules. Still, he said nothing.
Straightening up and patting his sloppy and wrinkled tracksuit, he spoke again after the silence. “I don’t know anything about you children,” he started, “but I sure as hell can generalize. You generalize us parents, don’t you? It’s only fair. ‘Daddy won’t give me this,’ ‘Mommy won’t give me that,’ ‘My parents are bastards, they won’t let me do that,’ ‘I stole my parents’ credit cards, they don’t care!’ My God, your generation makes me fucking sick! You rely on your parents for everything you do; you can’t do a thing for yourselves these days! And if they don’t, then they’re bad parents. Well guess what? It’s not that your parents are bad, it’s that you ‘teenagers’ are just bad children!
“You think you have no responsibility in this world, but you do! And this program was created because you little shitheads don’t understand that! You don’t respect authority, so authority will disrespect you. You curse at us, you blame us, and you lie to our faces without a stained conscience! Well society has accepted that as ‘okay’, but it isn’t! So you all have to learn a lesson!
“All of you! That includes those kids that think they’re in the clear because they don’t do anything wrong. They only thing they’re doing wrong is thinking they’re perfect, with their snickering whispers and dirty looks. Hey! Where are you going?”
The man’s monologue was cut short by what seemed to be an escapee, now squirming in the arms of a tall soldier that was guarding the outside of the door from the shadows. The entire class perked up from their reverie they had been placed in by the man’s lecture, as he had expected them to do. They had not expected, however, to see the figure of a relatively tall and skinny girl lashing her arms and legs out, trying to loosen the soldier’s grip. Though they all had known who she was, nobody had expected her, of all people, to try and escape.
Ciara, thought many of the students. Why would the good girl want to break rules at a time like this? Indeed, the girl now in the soldier’s grasp was one of the “good girls” of the class, Ciara. A girl that had almost never broken the rules before and had almost perfect grades. But while the facilitator stood in the front of the room, describing how her polar opposites were quickly killing society, she had tried to sneak out into freedom.
The facilitator pointed his finger at the girl, and then reached for his gun with the other. “You’re not getting away, kid!” He then pointed the gun at a soldier standing by the door, prodding him to point his gun at and shoot the girl as punishment for trying to escape. But as the second soldier walked toward the scene, the man had a better idea and signaled for him to assume normal position.

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As expected, the dim light that once filled the room was replaced by bright lighting, surprising most in the room. After flinching and moaning without protest from their facilitator, the students became used to the bright light and were able to keep their eyes on the large man. He patiently waited at the front of the room, grinning widely while his eyes squinted as he stared at the frightened faces of each of the children.
The room, which was the size of any normal middle school classroom, was quite bare and had little furniture besides an ordinary wooden desk fixed in the far corner of the room, close to the door. A chalkboard that was dirtied with chalk dust but otherwise blank also hung from the wall in the front. The walls also seemed to be painted a dull white, but also seemed weathered as paint was peeling off and the entire room seemed more gray than white.
Maybe it’s the feeling in here, Amanda contemplated. Nobody feels happy enough to be some fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket white. It feels like somebody just splattered rain clouds all over to make it gloomy.
Indeed, the feeling of the room seemed to add to its atmosphere. The temperature, though not unusual for February, seemed to chill all of the students to the bone. A cold breeze almost seemed to wind through each of the schoolchildren, making them shiver and flinch along with the current ominous situation.
I wish I hadn’t left my jacket in the bus. It could’ve come in handy. Especially now. Should I say something? Like, can I get my jacket in the bus, please? This guy seems like he’s PMS-ing though, should I say something anyway? Amanda was standing and leaning against a wall, her hands slowly rubbing her arms. She decided to stay silent, as she wanted to actually play the game instead of potentially giving up her life by speaking up.
There were windows in the room, of course, though they were shaded and closed. It wouldn’t have mattered either way, the sun had just finished setting and the air outside was relatively still. The crescent moon shone brightly outside, though still shaded. One could almost hear the breeze howling outside, making the situation inside the classroom even more eerie.

Expect the much longer chapter 8 (and possibly nine) soon, as repercussion for never posting these things anymore.

"You two fuckers, don't just stand there!" Derek heard as he waited outside of the bus for the instructor, hopefully with Alyssa, with Andrew. Everybody else had already exited the bus and, though they had been warned that they may get in trouble for waiting, they worried about Alyssa. She seemed shaken up and they didn't want the facilitator to take advantage of this and shoot her. They saw the man's head poking out of one of the windows, his eyes furrowed angrily.
"We just want to see if Alyssa's okay!" he heard Andrew yell back bravely. Though he shot him an eye of warning, he was oblivious to it and looked on for the man's answer. He had, however, gone back into the bus and was now standing in its doorway, carrying Alyssa's seemingly limp body under on of his arms (the other, of course, holding his gun). Derek gasped and his eyes widened, but the facilitator glanced back at him with an annoyed look.
"Hey, she's not dead okay? She's still breathing. Don't believe me? Go fucking take her pulse from her arm or her neck or something," he poked her with his gun, causing Derek to become tense again.
"Don't shoot!" he yelled at the man. "She hasn't done anything yet, don't shoot her!"
"I'm not gonna shoot her, little fucker!" he yelled back. "And don't you ever yell back at me! Who taught you your Goddamn manners, twat? I'm just gonna take her back into the classroom, where you two should be, and see where it goes from there! Happy? Now get in there, fuckers!" He fired his gun into the air as he tripped haphazardly while stepping down with the now conscious and struggling Alyssa under his arm. "Shit!" he swore loudly, almost stepping on Andrew's feet. Once he was able to straighten himself and his hostage up, he then pointed the gun at both Derek and Andrew, causing them to straighten their selves as well. "I thought I told you guys to get into the fucking classroom!" he scolded again, putting extra emphasis on the last five words.
The man followed them into the hallway, discouraging the boys from whispering or otherwise communicating with each other. Alyssa was still struggling, flailing her arms in vain to capture the boys' attention with no luck. The man occasionally prodded her, as this movement caused him to tire easily. Eventually it became too much for him and he shot his gun again, causing Andrew and Derek to run into the room, stumbling.

Amanda was shaken as she left the bus. Was that really what I thought it was?
She didn't want to think about what was happening. The program had seemed like a nightmare that could only happen in a dream while the chances of her class out of thousands being chosen faced odds comparable to winning the lottery. So here she was, filing silently into a large, dimly lit classroom along with the rest of her peers. She fought the temptation to turn around to find a familiar face or to tap the familiar shoulder of her friend Lisa in front of her for support. The Program had completely frozen her mind and body.
Her eyes cast down to examine her feet, as there was nothing better to do in the quiet room. Occasionally shuffling to her left to accomidate the rest of her classmates against the walls was the only thing to do, and the fact that she was not blind yet seemed to comfort her.
I may never be able to see anything again, I may as well take in what I can. Even if it doesn't look that good.
A loud, familiar bang filled the air again, Amanda thought she heard a whimper or a squeal next to her. It was followed by loud yelling.
Somebody must've made the guy mad again. Who's not here yet?
She glanced behind her and leaned over to see the outlines of the faces surrounding her.
Well first there's Nicole then Lisa B. Then I see Austin and Matt S... how ironic.
But before she could scan the faces of anyone else, another gunshot echoed through the hallways into the dark classroom. Amanda felt someone's hands on her arm but her neck became stiff and she became afraid to move it and turn around.
If I turn around and the gunman comes into the room, I'm dead.
Dark figures stumbled into the room; one lost its balance and fell over onto the ground. She stifled the temptation to laugh, yet again because of fear.
"Andrew! Are you all right?" Derek's voice echoed eerily through the room. Both figure struggled up when another shadow, presumably the facilitator's, entered the room, though he seemed to be restraining something or someone beneath his arms. Muffled yells could clearly be heard through the room because of the silence and because of this, the man quickly clicked his gun again to facilitate silence.
"You two! Hurry up and go to the back of the room! I've had enough of your shit, she's fine gawdammit!" He pointed his gun at the two shadows, whom Amanda came to realize were Derek and Andrew, and they hurriedly raced to the back of the room. The man then rapped the gun against the wall, and with another soft click, the lights slowly flickered on.

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Your Birthdate: March 19

You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it.

You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!

You are very prone to love - hate relationships.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 1

You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

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Aside from a few gasps, desperately trying to hold themselves in, the entire room was silent. One could hear the man's chuckle and his feet as shifted his weight, preparing to walk foward. "You heard me right, ya little brats!" he yelled as a smug grin uncurled on his face. "The Program!"
Alyssa shivered, her head still pounding. As she finally leaned into the aisle to watch the man, she noticed that Andrew and Derek were still standing next to her, their faces transfixed with frightened expressions. That's strange, she thought, alarmed. I've never seen the scared before. She turned her head slightly and squinted, looking for the expressions of the boys sitting in the seats across the aisle. Greg R. and Anthony sat there, both of their eyes wide and their mouths open slightly in amazement. I can't blame them, she thought, even the guys can get scared in the face of death. I'd hate to see the rest of the girls' faces, she thought, trying to grin, though she was too tired and ended up looking down.
"I'm sure you've all heard about this in school and on the radio and stuff, so let's get down to business!" His gun clicked again and Alyssa flinched. "Everyone out of this bus and into the school room! Hurry up, little fuckers!" He followed this last statement with manical laughter, as if he was the villain in a comic book.
"Alyssa," whispered Andrew as he grabbed her arm and jerked it sharply. "Can you get up by yourself?" Alyssa raised her head slightly to see that nobody had stood up from their seats, likely glued in with fear. She thought that the facilitator could have at least been slightly cheerful like that man from the movie, but she didn't think that her classmates were foolish enough not to follow his instructions.
"Yo, tell everyone to get up," she choked out quietly.
"What?"
"Tell them to get up."
"I can't hear you, talk louder!"
"Tell them to get up or he'll shoot!" she practically yelled, giving her a headache afterwards.
"Fine then, just tell me if you can get up or not!"
"I can get up, just tell them dammit!"
"Hey everyone!" Andrew's voice bellowed throughout the bus, "Get up or else he'll shoot!"
Another click and the man's hearty chuckle followed. "That kid knows what he's saying." He pointed the gun at the people sitting in the front seat. "Hey you? Wanna die? Ha? Get the fuck up!"
Almost instantly, shuffling and grumbles echoed through the bus. A resounding click echoed along with it, the instructor yelled, "Orderly, dammit!" He pointed his gun again at the front row of seats and prodded them to go first. "Orderly Goddammit! You think I'll let a fucking stampede through here? I'm not Goddamn dense, don't think I'll shoot you little bitches!"
Derek nudged Andrew, whispering, "Someone's PMSing," but Andrew hushed him, somehow predicting the danger that was to come if he found them communicating. "Well we're still standing in the aisle, aren't we? Wouldn't he say something if we're not allowed here?"
As if on cue, a holler from the front of the room commanded them to leave, as they were blocking the way, or get shot. They scurried out, making sure to bring their backpacks with them, with the burly man almost laughing hysterically as they passed. Alyssa looked up and found the aisle to be empty, sighing.

A gunshot rang through the bus as a commanding voice bellowed, "Everyone quiet!" A particularly piercing screech followed because of the loud, sudden noise, but it died down quickly as a large, burly man dressed in military garb paced down the aisle to Alyssa's body, which was frozen with terror without even seeing the man approach her. Suddenly, he cocked his rifle and nestled its end into her black hair, putting it at point-blank range. "You!" he commanded forcefully, nudging her head sharply with the rifle, "Get up now! Go back to your seat!"
Tears were already running down Alyssa's face in terror and her body seemed to be paralyzed. Her right leg seemed to be soaked, or at the least numb, after practically crushing her best friend's head under her weight unknowingly. Her head was also pounding from the trauma of her fall and the current situation, and the rest of her body had already been aching from lack of movement during her slumber, which wasn't helped by her trip to the floor.
"I said get up!"
There was no arugment this time, it was either get up or die. But dying was looking pretty good right now to Alyssa. Anything was better than having a pit in your stomach and a lump in your throat while your mouth is dry but you still feel like throwing up. She couldn't stand to be alive anymore if she had to live with a pounding headache and eternally puffy eyes. And the guilt of stepping on her friend's head! How could she live with that?
Regardless, someone took her by the hand and proceeded to pull her up. A voice that rang in her left ear faintly prodded another person to take her other wrist and the combined strength of the two strong hands were able to pull her up. An arm then wrapped around her waist and carried her to the back of the bus, back to her seat. Alyssa's eyes were closed during this time, but she began to slowly open them up again when she felt these same helping hands shake her quietly.
"Yo Alyssa, open your eyes. Please?"
She squinted her eyes, as they still stung from the tears, and became confused when she saw that she was no longer on the floor, but back in her seat. Trying to fight temptation to look to her left, where her friend's headless corpse still bent over in its seat, she instead looked to her right. Staring back at her on her right was the concerned face of her classmate and crush Andrew, now gently shaking her shoulders. Behind him was the shadow of another classmate, Derek, who had taken her other wrist but was now gawking at the corpse behind her in horror. "Andrew?" she barely whispered, squinting as she tried to get her eyes into focus.
"Get back into your seats, both of you!" Another click followed, and the shaking on Alyssa's shoulders promptly stopped, though she could still feel his hands on her.
"But... Trisha...," Derek's voice stuttered, "Is that even Trisha? Holy shit..."
"I said get back!"
The warmth on Alyssa's arm vanished slowly as Andrew lifted his hands from her arms, though it did linger for a few minutes afterward. She heard his voice again prodding Derek to get a move on; she assumed that he was still in shock after seeing Trisha's decapitated corpse. For such a person that loved such vulgar things, he seemed to be going into shock himself after seeing and being so close to something like that.
Alyssa groaned with pain for a second and later grasped her right arm, her eyes slowly opening wider. "What's happening?" She heard a faint snicker in the background and another click, this time followed by a short series of gasps from all around the bus, silenced again by another deafening gunshot.
"Welcome to the Program," the large man introduced with an evil grin.

I'm gonna start ats_br over again! I'll use our real names too 'cause I'm too lazy to make up weirdo names. And I'll make myself the first main character! But I'll try to kill myself off early. And this is mostly based off of gossip gathered from the last three years at STA, so yeah. This'll help my writing!

With every bump, Trisha's cheek bounced off of the cloudy window of the bus. Her eyes were closed as she slept peacefully, as the rest of her class was. Their teachers had reccomended that they fall asleep, as their bus ride was projected to take up most of the night into early the next morning. However, with one sudden jolt over a particularly large rock, her head banged forcefully into the glass, forcing her awake with a searing headache.
"What? Are we there yet? Ow, my head!"
She massaged her temple with the fingers of her left hand, slightly frowning. Strange, she thought, would my head hurt this much from getting bumped by a pane of glass? Oh well, I had to get up anyway. I guess I could just ride the rest of this one out, seeing as the sun looks like it's rising soon. She gazed into the peaceful sunrise, its rays gently fanning out orange into the dark purple sky. As silently as possible, she bent over slightly snuck her hand into the bookbag she had brought to the overnight retreat and rummaged through blindly for her iPod, humming quietly.
Today's field trip should be fun. If it isn't gonna be fun, then why would they drive us overnight to it? I mean, our teachers may hate us but they're not stupid. Hopefully this isn't the Program though, I hope not. Don't they tell you that you're in the Program before you start it though? Or maybe they tell you when it's too late. That would be clever! Where's my iPod?
Still rummaging through, Trisha looked up at her friend Alyssa. Though the light within the bus was very dim, she could still squint and see the outline of her facial features. Her eyes, of course, were closed, and her dark, shoulder length hair fell almost fluidly onto her shoulders. Looking past her friend, Trisha saw two boys sleeping in the seats opposite them, though she could not determine who they were. She could hear faint growling in the background that she had mistaken as snoring from her classmates, knowing that everybody else around her was asleep. This idea gave her a slight chill down her back and almost creeped her out, but it did not bother her back to sleep.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp cut on her neck, as if her neck had been sliced open. She tried turning to her friend, who was sitting up on her left, her askew head supported only slightly by her neck as it almost rested on her shoulder, but it was, as cliche says, too late. The blade was sharp enough to slice through her neck completely after the first blow, causing her disconnected head to fall onto her backpack, later rolling to the feet of her assailant.
"I told you to go to sleep," a voice whispered, kicking Trisha's head softly with a heavy boot.

After another long, winding, and confusing dream, Alyssa's eyes stung at the mercy of the newly risen sun's rays. She commenced normal waking up behavior: yawning, rubbing her eyes, stretching out, or any combination of the three. After this, she turned to her friend Trisha at her left, expecting to see another sleeping face whose eyes would not open for another hour or so. Instead, she saw her friend's horrifying corpse, with blood spilled all over her otherwise neat uniform of a white shirt and navy plaid skirt. There was no head resting on her neck or shoulders, but rather, there was a large, red void of flesh and blood between her two shoulders jutting out from her collar. Her entire body was limp and bent forward, restrained from bending all the way over by her seat belt, though her arms visibly hung weakly from her shoulders.
Alyssa shrieked, effectively waking up the rest of her busmates. "Trish! What happened?!" she yelled shrilly, jumping out of her seat and into her hall, stepping on her friend's disembodied head, crushing it. She screamed again, quickly lifting her foot and jumping around on the other, not to smear her best friend's blood all over the bus's otherwise only slightly dirty floors. She later lost her balance and tripped, falling over on her side in the middle aisle.
"What the fuck, Alyssa?" a boy's voice called out. Suddenly, another shriek came from the back of the bus where the two girls had been seated, this time from a terrified bystander that had seen Alyssa step on her friend's head and then looked to Trisha's corpse. Danielle later pointed these out to her friend Katie, who happened to be sitting next to her, and soon the entire bus was filled with the screams and yells of terrified middle school children, some who had no idea what was going on and others that wish they had no idea.

Hahaha, the movie Accepted references Battle Royale. I've never watched it, I just read it. Though I would like to read it. Like something about what they should do with all their students and then somebody says "Battle Royale". XP

I'm too lazy to make the chapters longer. T_T Quality over quantity! Though I am gonna keep adding more stuff to this, just keep watching this post until I write the next chapters. XP