racmany
January 3rd, 2011, 07:55 AM
Umm hi i wrote this story our of pure bordness. And yes i know it's violent but im twisted like that ;) I will give yoou guys part 1. And im super sorry 4 spelling/grammar mistakes. And i know it's a really long part one but i super sorry. Please comment :D And i know it's not very realistic but i hope you enjoy it :)
Surviving School.
By Racmany
“Idiot,” I yelled out. I ran and tripped over a bench and fell face first into the cement. The laughs around me were more painful than the fall. Francis Elliot was standing there in all his pride holding my school bag in his hand sneering at me and chuckling to himself. Elliot was of a slim build, tall and athletic. His brown mop of hair was swaying as he walked over to me. He punched me in the stomach and was cheered on by others. He slammed me into the ground. I tried to stay strong but the pain was escalating. He finished with one last punch, his fist slamming into my nose. He walked away and was welcomed into a crowd of cheering friends. They beckoned with him to go back and finish me off but he just walked away and was followed by his little posse. I put my hand up to my nose and felt a thin stream of blood coming out. I walked over to the bathroom with me hand over my nose to try to distract the fact that I had badly lost a fight. School was going to be a nightmare as it always was. Once I had made my embarrassing walk to the bathroom I held toilet paper up to me nose I began thinking. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. My bag is probably being dumped in a gutter somewhere with all my homework and lunch. Great, what a tremendous start to the week. I’m going to be known as Hayle Telero the loser. The bell rings but I don’t move. I wait until all the other students have gone and I sit there trying to clot the blood stream in my nose. The last thing I needed was to be sent to sick bay and look like a weakling. Then they’d make me say who it was and that would make Elliot really mad. I wait for two more periods until I look respectful. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I still had my olive skin and brown hair. My average build was no match for Elliot and his muscle factory. I think about the events of recent with Australia. Australia has almost been suffering the same fate as me. We have been invaded by an unknown country. We only discovered they existed long after they were within the country. Rumours said the base was in the heart on China. So far they have taken little action against us. No one knows what is going to happen and at the moment we are at a ceasefire. It doesn’t bother me that much; I mean if they wanted to kill us they could’ve easily done it earlier. I decide to leave the bathroom after a while. We have assembly before morning tea. I walk into the crowd trying to get into the hall. I find my friends and sit next to them. We have to be silent during these assemblies or you’ll get in deep trouble. My best and only friends are sitting in the same isle as me. Paul has been my friend since primary school. We both grew up and went to the same primary school then both came together here. He was African and was pretty tough. Unlike me, I get beaten up every day. Down the row was my other friends Jarrod. Jarrod was a short pasty looking boy with bright orange hair. He was always hyperactive. When everyone was seated we ran through the same boring entrance like we do every time. We stand whilst the teachers walk down the corridor. Then all of quote together the school motto, “The greater the work the greater the achievement. During this the flag was raised for our school. Waycrest College for boys. We sit down and ramble through the usual business. Camps, academics, transport, excursions and finally sport. The one and only sport I’m good at is Javelin. Even then I don’t make it to regional’s it’s all I’m good for. Apparently my accuracy out ways my strength. I could hit a target in the bull’s eye from 10 meters away. But here at Waycrest Elliot always beats me. One day I’d like to use him as a target trying to hit him with the javelin. I smile at the thought. Soon we are dismissed. Morning Tea is spent trying to avoid Elliot and his posse of idiots. I run and hide in the toilets and spend a bit of time in the library. Morning tea was soon finished and we must head off to our next class, geography. Paul was in my class but he had to report to the administration for something. Unfortunately Elliot is also in my class. I think he chose the same subjects as me just so he could annoy me in each and every class. Our Sose teacher comes in with his usual bright and happy attitude. He welcomes us in and we move to our desks. Elliot sits across the room from me. He will probably make faces and try to district me for the entire lesson. Just as we were about to begin a voice come over the intercom. It’s unusual. I’ve never heard this man speak. He sounds of Asian origin. “Good morning, Waycrest College Boys. My name is general Xsin-Choi. In order to prevent death from being gassed please kill a member of your class within the next 10 seconds. Thank you and have a nice day.” It takes a moment for it to sink in but once they counting come over the intercom panic sets in. I don’t have a moment to blink until Elliot is flying at me. He hits me and I go tumbling down. His hands are wrapped around my throat. “6, 5, 4” A pleasant female voice says over the intercom. I hear someone yelp as Elliot gets off me. Everyone whirls around to find Ron, Elliot’s best friend hitting the ground. He hits the ground with a purple face and we see Yuri, our transfer student looming over him. The countdown in our class room stops. I can hear the female voice in other rooms as people frantically scurry all over the place. Then we heard thudding. The noise dropping off bodies echoes around us. I look down at my books. My name is written alongside my class 8E. Were other people really dead? The male voice returns with static over the intercom. “Congratulations to 7A, 7C, 8A, 8D, 8E, 9C, 9E, 9F, 10B, 10C, 11B, 11D, 11F, 12A, 12B, 12C. You have all survived. You are now officially a part of Sezonue Eroshima. It is a tradition ritual in our country. Only one person may be allowed to survive in each grade. You are allowed to kill other grades just not the final candidate. Your school grounds have been locked and there is no escape.” Great I think. “The highest security school in the world is getting locked down.” “You will not have any contact with the outside world. Each night robots will come around and retrieve dead bodies. If you interfere you shall be electrocuted to death. Each night every fatality will be called aloud over the intercom. But now let’s begin. I now officially declare the ritual of Sezonue Eroshima to have begun!” His voice disappears just as quickly as it had come. I takes me no time to react. I have often dreamed of this moment. Some of my classmates stare at our teacher who has just vanished out the door. I fling half the items in my pencil case towards my class. Everyone here picks on me why should I feel sorry for them. One of Elliot’s friends, Sam is standing in front of the door. I grab my compass in my hand and run for the door. Sam tried to punch me but a few quick sharp stabs draw blood and he crouches down in pain. I open the door and find the corridor empty. A classroom down the end of the hall which I was too believed was full of year 12’s bursts onto the corridor. They are fighting and punching each other. That’s when it happens. One of the boys who were losing the battle pulled out a compass and stabbed the boy on top of him. They boy on top fell sideways and I saw the gaping wound in his chest. He was a goner. The killer had run off to seek shelter and protection for what was about to come. My class was filling out into the corridor now. Everyone was in shock of the dying boy. No one was offering to help him. Then he finally lay still as he eyes stopped moving and his chest stopped rising. He was dead now. The tension was increasing now. My class had run away in disperse of the shocking incident. I needed a weapon and fast. The Tuckshop perhaps had some sharp knife would be of good use. I run down to find it shut. It appears I am not the only boy to have considered this an option. There are other boys kicking down the doors. It finally break and I dart through before they even knew they’d finished. I run into the cooking area. That’s when I see the knives. Just sitting there on a table. One was beside chopped up celery. I grabbed two or three and the celery and ran. One of the big year 11 boys who broke down the door stood before me. His face bright red. I aimlessly swung my knife out towards him. I scratched his chest and I easily brought blood. In his despair I run. I run for the water bubbler. That when I hear more commotion coming down the stairs to my right. They are around 10 meters away so I hide behind a foundation pole. I peek to take a look. I hear the steps of many feet running down the staircase. Then I see him. A young little scrawny boy who looked like he was in grade 9 was running down the stairs. Unfortunately his purser caught up with him. He pushed him down the last flight of stairs on my level. His face went slamming into the cement. When he looked up his face was scratched and bruised but that didn’t matter. Because after a second of realising his damages the pursuer jumped on top of him and pushed his elbow into his neck. He gave one final yelp and fell to the ground. I hear more footsteps and wait and watch what happened with anticipation. Another 5 or 6 boys come down the stairs and full flight and they reach him. Their hands raised in the air, reaching out for high fives. There fighting in a pack. That doesn’t surprise me. The run back upstairs in pursuit of what I think is another hopeless victim. I need to use my strengths here. What am I good at? Javelin. I can use them like spears. My accuracy is top notch. I could easily hold them off with some spears. I slowly quietly make my way towards the top oval. I have to occasionally step over a dead body. Some with horrific scars and some look like their sleeping. I eventually make it to the top oval but this shows me no form on concealment. So I have to edge my way around the boarder’s towers to reach them. I eventually reach the tin shed. It isn’t very big like our other sporting ones. Its doors are easily broken with one swift and powerful kick. I look inside as dust particles float in the sunrays. I see them all their in a bag. I decide to take the lot. I don’t need anyone else using them. Whilst I was there I decided to take away the shot put balls as well. A hit to the head with one of those will easily kill any victim. I need to hide somewhere. The sound of water rings in my ears. The waterfall. Just below the shed encased in a gate is an artificial waterfall. It would be the ideal hiding spot. Away from most of the school and if anyone comes to hunt me down I can easily go underwater to hide. My cleaver plan is made into action. I manage to open the gate by using the sharp end of the javelin. One I’m in a dive into the water just like we were taught in swimming. It wasn’t my best dive but considering my life was currently on the line I figured it was ok. The water was a little chilly but I soon adjust. I swam to the bottom. I throw my javelins down to the edge of the water and completed a much more successful dive. I waded to the edge of the water and removed my jumped and laid it out to dry. So far I have managed to leave unscathed. But that could change. In my head I know I cannot stay in the waterfall forever. I needed food and fresh water. Suddenly shouts diverted my attention. Down on the lower oval running in my direction were three boys who looked like they were in grade 9. One had a compass, one had a knife and the other had a wooden cricket bat. They ran closer and closer until they were on the driveway just beside the waterfall. I scrambled onto the bank most far away from the driveway and dived into the reeds. The boy in front had the cricket bat and only a meter or so away from my pool he turned around and smacked the boy with the compass in the head. The hit was hard but not fatal. He stumbled sideways moaning and grabbing his head. The boy with the knife caught up and threw the knife at the cricket bat boy and luckily it hit him. The cricket bat boy shrieked but he was not finished. The boy with the knife turned to walk away towards the other boy holding his head. He only had time to glance back in the other boys’ direction until the cricket bat hit his head and he fell to the ground motionless. The boy with the bat laughed but doubled over and vomited out blood and fell flat on his face never to move again. I faintly heard moaning coming in the direction of the oval. It was the other boy with the compass. He began walking down the stairs. I consider going over to help him but before I can even stand up he tripped down the stairs and fell and was either unconscious or dead. I didn’t want to find out. I feel shook up after having experienced another few deaths. I push the scene out of my mind. My decision is to stay put and not move out in fear of being killed. I sit at the edge of the pool with my jumped draped over me. It isn’t cold but I enjoy its warmth. I watch the sun disappear behind the solid steel walls that keep us trapped. I lay down with my javelin at hand every second when lying down. But something disturbs me. I sit with shock. Two beams of red light brighten the driveway and hear a faint droning sound. It grows louder and the beams of thin light grow brighter. Then I see it, the robot. It silvery square shaped head defines it. I stay quiet silently watching from my position. It goes over to the boy with the knife still sticking out of his chest. It picks up the boy, spins on its wheels and goes towards the other two boys; I turn and look back up at the school. There are beams of eerie red light everywhere. They must be picking up bodies, I think. Yes, that’s right the commander guy talked about them and how not to interfere with them. An unpleasant scream echoes across the school. A pleasant female voice interrupts the droning. Her voice is almost electronic. “7A, Greg Hollows, Ryan Fael. 7B, John Andrews, Fred Areal... and so on and so on. It’s the daily death count. I recognise some other boys mentioned. A boy in my band. Someone who did English extension with me, a couple of boys in my maths class and a lot of other people who I vaguely knew in year 8. There all gone forever. But I banish the depressing thought from my head. I was still alive now wasn’t I? I spend the next hour listening to names of boys being read aloud. My eyes flutter after she finishes with grade 12. I need sleep and maybe a quick nap will do. Faintly off in the distance I hear he mentioning how out of 840 students 528 are dead and 312 are alive. 456 died from gassing and 72 died from fighting today. This is only a distant echo. “Attention all surviving students.” This brings me senses back and I sit up slowly and listen to what she has to say. “Congratulations for surviving the first day.” A small pause follows. “Each night from tonight onwards you will be allowed to participate in ‘Double or nothing.’ In this game you roll a dice if I lands on a 2 you are provided with water. If it lands on a 4 you are provided with food. If it lands on a 6 you are given a weapon. In order to participate in the game simply stomp on the ground between 8 and 9:30 and a dice will be provided.” She also adds something else on at the end but my head was swarming with possibilities. I stomp my feet on the ground without a second to pause and think. What have I got to lose, nothing? A dice drops onto the ground in front of me. I bend over and pick it up to roll it around in my fingers. I clutch it and heave it along the driveway and it stop and glows. As I walk over to the die an unpleased yelp erupts from the school. I look up at the school but see nothing. As I glance down I notice something. The die is gone. My eyes frantically darting around the area it landed. But it was nowhere to be seen. A clattering noise behind me startles me and I turn around with raised fists preparing for a fight but all I see I something leaning against the fence. I can’t make it out in the darkness. I walk over cautiously. Something is leaning against the fence. It looks like a very large stick. I go closer and sitting in front of me is a spear with three points. If I can remember Poseidon Greek God of The Ocean had one of these. I think back to all those pointless history lessons. A trident! That’s what it was a weapon used for fishing and used in army’s. Watch out groups you’ve got a new threat to look out for... Me. I sleep re-assured that I am now a dangerous opponent.
Surviving School.
By Racmany
“Idiot,” I yelled out. I ran and tripped over a bench and fell face first into the cement. The laughs around me were more painful than the fall. Francis Elliot was standing there in all his pride holding my school bag in his hand sneering at me and chuckling to himself. Elliot was of a slim build, tall and athletic. His brown mop of hair was swaying as he walked over to me. He punched me in the stomach and was cheered on by others. He slammed me into the ground. I tried to stay strong but the pain was escalating. He finished with one last punch, his fist slamming into my nose. He walked away and was welcomed into a crowd of cheering friends. They beckoned with him to go back and finish me off but he just walked away and was followed by his little posse. I put my hand up to my nose and felt a thin stream of blood coming out. I walked over to the bathroom with me hand over my nose to try to distract the fact that I had badly lost a fight. School was going to be a nightmare as it always was. Once I had made my embarrassing walk to the bathroom I held toilet paper up to me nose I began thinking. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. My bag is probably being dumped in a gutter somewhere with all my homework and lunch. Great, what a tremendous start to the week. I’m going to be known as Hayle Telero the loser. The bell rings but I don’t move. I wait until all the other students have gone and I sit there trying to clot the blood stream in my nose. The last thing I needed was to be sent to sick bay and look like a weakling. Then they’d make me say who it was and that would make Elliot really mad. I wait for two more periods until I look respectful. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I still had my olive skin and brown hair. My average build was no match for Elliot and his muscle factory. I think about the events of recent with Australia. Australia has almost been suffering the same fate as me. We have been invaded by an unknown country. We only discovered they existed long after they were within the country. Rumours said the base was in the heart on China. So far they have taken little action against us. No one knows what is going to happen and at the moment we are at a ceasefire. It doesn’t bother me that much; I mean if they wanted to kill us they could’ve easily done it earlier. I decide to leave the bathroom after a while. We have assembly before morning tea. I walk into the crowd trying to get into the hall. I find my friends and sit next to them. We have to be silent during these assemblies or you’ll get in deep trouble. My best and only friends are sitting in the same isle as me. Paul has been my friend since primary school. We both grew up and went to the same primary school then both came together here. He was African and was pretty tough. Unlike me, I get beaten up every day. Down the row was my other friends Jarrod. Jarrod was a short pasty looking boy with bright orange hair. He was always hyperactive. When everyone was seated we ran through the same boring entrance like we do every time. We stand whilst the teachers walk down the corridor. Then all of quote together the school motto, “The greater the work the greater the achievement. During this the flag was raised for our school. Waycrest College for boys. We sit down and ramble through the usual business. Camps, academics, transport, excursions and finally sport. The one and only sport I’m good at is Javelin. Even then I don’t make it to regional’s it’s all I’m good for. Apparently my accuracy out ways my strength. I could hit a target in the bull’s eye from 10 meters away. But here at Waycrest Elliot always beats me. One day I’d like to use him as a target trying to hit him with the javelin. I smile at the thought. Soon we are dismissed. Morning Tea is spent trying to avoid Elliot and his posse of idiots. I run and hide in the toilets and spend a bit of time in the library. Morning tea was soon finished and we must head off to our next class, geography. Paul was in my class but he had to report to the administration for something. Unfortunately Elliot is also in my class. I think he chose the same subjects as me just so he could annoy me in each and every class. Our Sose teacher comes in with his usual bright and happy attitude. He welcomes us in and we move to our desks. Elliot sits across the room from me. He will probably make faces and try to district me for the entire lesson. Just as we were about to begin a voice come over the intercom. It’s unusual. I’ve never heard this man speak. He sounds of Asian origin. “Good morning, Waycrest College Boys. My name is general Xsin-Choi. In order to prevent death from being gassed please kill a member of your class within the next 10 seconds. Thank you and have a nice day.” It takes a moment for it to sink in but once they counting come over the intercom panic sets in. I don’t have a moment to blink until Elliot is flying at me. He hits me and I go tumbling down. His hands are wrapped around my throat. “6, 5, 4” A pleasant female voice says over the intercom. I hear someone yelp as Elliot gets off me. Everyone whirls around to find Ron, Elliot’s best friend hitting the ground. He hits the ground with a purple face and we see Yuri, our transfer student looming over him. The countdown in our class room stops. I can hear the female voice in other rooms as people frantically scurry all over the place. Then we heard thudding. The noise dropping off bodies echoes around us. I look down at my books. My name is written alongside my class 8E. Were other people really dead? The male voice returns with static over the intercom. “Congratulations to 7A, 7C, 8A, 8D, 8E, 9C, 9E, 9F, 10B, 10C, 11B, 11D, 11F, 12A, 12B, 12C. You have all survived. You are now officially a part of Sezonue Eroshima. It is a tradition ritual in our country. Only one person may be allowed to survive in each grade. You are allowed to kill other grades just not the final candidate. Your school grounds have been locked and there is no escape.” Great I think. “The highest security school in the world is getting locked down.” “You will not have any contact with the outside world. Each night robots will come around and retrieve dead bodies. If you interfere you shall be electrocuted to death. Each night every fatality will be called aloud over the intercom. But now let’s begin. I now officially declare the ritual of Sezonue Eroshima to have begun!” His voice disappears just as quickly as it had come. I takes me no time to react. I have often dreamed of this moment. Some of my classmates stare at our teacher who has just vanished out the door. I fling half the items in my pencil case towards my class. Everyone here picks on me why should I feel sorry for them. One of Elliot’s friends, Sam is standing in front of the door. I grab my compass in my hand and run for the door. Sam tried to punch me but a few quick sharp stabs draw blood and he crouches down in pain. I open the door and find the corridor empty. A classroom down the end of the hall which I was too believed was full of year 12’s bursts onto the corridor. They are fighting and punching each other. That’s when it happens. One of the boys who were losing the battle pulled out a compass and stabbed the boy on top of him. They boy on top fell sideways and I saw the gaping wound in his chest. He was a goner. The killer had run off to seek shelter and protection for what was about to come. My class was filling out into the corridor now. Everyone was in shock of the dying boy. No one was offering to help him. Then he finally lay still as he eyes stopped moving and his chest stopped rising. He was dead now. The tension was increasing now. My class had run away in disperse of the shocking incident. I needed a weapon and fast. The Tuckshop perhaps had some sharp knife would be of good use. I run down to find it shut. It appears I am not the only boy to have considered this an option. There are other boys kicking down the doors. It finally break and I dart through before they even knew they’d finished. I run into the cooking area. That’s when I see the knives. Just sitting there on a table. One was beside chopped up celery. I grabbed two or three and the celery and ran. One of the big year 11 boys who broke down the door stood before me. His face bright red. I aimlessly swung my knife out towards him. I scratched his chest and I easily brought blood. In his despair I run. I run for the water bubbler. That when I hear more commotion coming down the stairs to my right. They are around 10 meters away so I hide behind a foundation pole. I peek to take a look. I hear the steps of many feet running down the staircase. Then I see him. A young little scrawny boy who looked like he was in grade 9 was running down the stairs. Unfortunately his purser caught up with him. He pushed him down the last flight of stairs on my level. His face went slamming into the cement. When he looked up his face was scratched and bruised but that didn’t matter. Because after a second of realising his damages the pursuer jumped on top of him and pushed his elbow into his neck. He gave one final yelp and fell to the ground. I hear more footsteps and wait and watch what happened with anticipation. Another 5 or 6 boys come down the stairs and full flight and they reach him. Their hands raised in the air, reaching out for high fives. There fighting in a pack. That doesn’t surprise me. The run back upstairs in pursuit of what I think is another hopeless victim. I need to use my strengths here. What am I good at? Javelin. I can use them like spears. My accuracy is top notch. I could easily hold them off with some spears. I slowly quietly make my way towards the top oval. I have to occasionally step over a dead body. Some with horrific scars and some look like their sleeping. I eventually make it to the top oval but this shows me no form on concealment. So I have to edge my way around the boarder’s towers to reach them. I eventually reach the tin shed. It isn’t very big like our other sporting ones. Its doors are easily broken with one swift and powerful kick. I look inside as dust particles float in the sunrays. I see them all their in a bag. I decide to take the lot. I don’t need anyone else using them. Whilst I was there I decided to take away the shot put balls as well. A hit to the head with one of those will easily kill any victim. I need to hide somewhere. The sound of water rings in my ears. The waterfall. Just below the shed encased in a gate is an artificial waterfall. It would be the ideal hiding spot. Away from most of the school and if anyone comes to hunt me down I can easily go underwater to hide. My cleaver plan is made into action. I manage to open the gate by using the sharp end of the javelin. One I’m in a dive into the water just like we were taught in swimming. It wasn’t my best dive but considering my life was currently on the line I figured it was ok. The water was a little chilly but I soon adjust. I swam to the bottom. I throw my javelins down to the edge of the water and completed a much more successful dive. I waded to the edge of the water and removed my jumped and laid it out to dry. So far I have managed to leave unscathed. But that could change. In my head I know I cannot stay in the waterfall forever. I needed food and fresh water. Suddenly shouts diverted my attention. Down on the lower oval running in my direction were three boys who looked like they were in grade 9. One had a compass, one had a knife and the other had a wooden cricket bat. They ran closer and closer until they were on the driveway just beside the waterfall. I scrambled onto the bank most far away from the driveway and dived into the reeds. The boy in front had the cricket bat and only a meter or so away from my pool he turned around and smacked the boy with the compass in the head. The hit was hard but not fatal. He stumbled sideways moaning and grabbing his head. The boy with the knife caught up and threw the knife at the cricket bat boy and luckily it hit him. The cricket bat boy shrieked but he was not finished. The boy with the knife turned to walk away towards the other boy holding his head. He only had time to glance back in the other boys’ direction until the cricket bat hit his head and he fell to the ground motionless. The boy with the bat laughed but doubled over and vomited out blood and fell flat on his face never to move again. I faintly heard moaning coming in the direction of the oval. It was the other boy with the compass. He began walking down the stairs. I consider going over to help him but before I can even stand up he tripped down the stairs and fell and was either unconscious or dead. I didn’t want to find out. I feel shook up after having experienced another few deaths. I push the scene out of my mind. My decision is to stay put and not move out in fear of being killed. I sit at the edge of the pool with my jumped draped over me. It isn’t cold but I enjoy its warmth. I watch the sun disappear behind the solid steel walls that keep us trapped. I lay down with my javelin at hand every second when lying down. But something disturbs me. I sit with shock. Two beams of red light brighten the driveway and hear a faint droning sound. It grows louder and the beams of thin light grow brighter. Then I see it, the robot. It silvery square shaped head defines it. I stay quiet silently watching from my position. It goes over to the boy with the knife still sticking out of his chest. It picks up the boy, spins on its wheels and goes towards the other two boys; I turn and look back up at the school. There are beams of eerie red light everywhere. They must be picking up bodies, I think. Yes, that’s right the commander guy talked about them and how not to interfere with them. An unpleasant scream echoes across the school. A pleasant female voice interrupts the droning. Her voice is almost electronic. “7A, Greg Hollows, Ryan Fael. 7B, John Andrews, Fred Areal... and so on and so on. It’s the daily death count. I recognise some other boys mentioned. A boy in my band. Someone who did English extension with me, a couple of boys in my maths class and a lot of other people who I vaguely knew in year 8. There all gone forever. But I banish the depressing thought from my head. I was still alive now wasn’t I? I spend the next hour listening to names of boys being read aloud. My eyes flutter after she finishes with grade 12. I need sleep and maybe a quick nap will do. Faintly off in the distance I hear he mentioning how out of 840 students 528 are dead and 312 are alive. 456 died from gassing and 72 died from fighting today. This is only a distant echo. “Attention all surviving students.” This brings me senses back and I sit up slowly and listen to what she has to say. “Congratulations for surviving the first day.” A small pause follows. “Each night from tonight onwards you will be allowed to participate in ‘Double or nothing.’ In this game you roll a dice if I lands on a 2 you are provided with water. If it lands on a 4 you are provided with food. If it lands on a 6 you are given a weapon. In order to participate in the game simply stomp on the ground between 8 and 9:30 and a dice will be provided.” She also adds something else on at the end but my head was swarming with possibilities. I stomp my feet on the ground without a second to pause and think. What have I got to lose, nothing? A dice drops onto the ground in front of me. I bend over and pick it up to roll it around in my fingers. I clutch it and heave it along the driveway and it stop and glows. As I walk over to the die an unpleased yelp erupts from the school. I look up at the school but see nothing. As I glance down I notice something. The die is gone. My eyes frantically darting around the area it landed. But it was nowhere to be seen. A clattering noise behind me startles me and I turn around with raised fists preparing for a fight but all I see I something leaning against the fence. I can’t make it out in the darkness. I walk over cautiously. Something is leaning against the fence. It looks like a very large stick. I go closer and sitting in front of me is a spear with three points. If I can remember Poseidon Greek God of The Ocean had one of these. I think back to all those pointless history lessons. A trident! That’s what it was a weapon used for fishing and used in army’s. Watch out groups you’ve got a new threat to look out for... Me. I sleep re-assured that I am now a dangerous opponent.