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New & Improved Battle Royale	By : Chloboshoka Category: Pokemon > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, battle royale or pokemon or any of these characters. This story was written for entertainment purposes only and not made for profit.

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Ash was hiding under the table with May next to him. Neither of them could sleep, the gunshots and screams kept them awake and alarmed. They've been whispering since they entered the hut. May grabbed onto Ash's waist tight enough to hut. Ash looked at May strangely not knowing how to react. The friend he respected the most had died. Trusting now became an awkward thing to do. There were butterflies in his stomach. He was in fear of someone blowing up their hideout or someone barging in killing them in the process. Ash trusted May very much and would be willing to protect her. However, the fact that May kissed Drew's corpse had troubled him.

"We can survive this right?" May asked leaning her head on Ash's shoulder.

"Of course we can!" Ash replied sharply. "At least we can," Ash thought to himself. "Well I'm going to check my weapon," Ash went into his bag and to much of his surprise, his weapon was a silver metal boomerang. "A boomerang huh?" Ash asked himself, "I would have loved to have had a gun." Ash felt May hug him tighter around his waist and felt her body shaking. Ash became startled; needless to say that May was distraught. "Why don't we check your weapon May?"

May remained silent and appeared lifeless and stunned. Ash went into May's bag anyway, taking out a sickle. The blade was circular whilst the handle was straight. "I think this is a sickle," Ash said turning the sickle backwards and forwards then placing it back into the bag. "Our weapons sure are lame," Ash had complained, "we should be able to find a better weapon hopefully. "

"Maybe," May whispered it had been the second time she spoke since running from Soledad. "What do you think of those gay kids?"

"I don't know," Ash replied, "I don't know much about them but they seem pretty dangerous. We should steer clear from them if possible. Especially the Indian one."

"How do know if he's Indian?" May asked.

"He's got stripes on his face!" Ash replied. "I wonder what kind of tribe he's in? He's obviously gay from his scarf. As for the pony tailed one," Ash continued, "He seems like a nice guy, but mental. What where their names again?"

"Tyson was he one in the cap and Kai was the one with the scarf." May answered in a slightly unsure way. "Maybe if we could be like them," May thought out aloud. "They both appear brave, dangerous and ready to go out there!"

"Please don't tell me you're a fan girl?" Ash complained.

"No not really," May replied, "But there's nothing wrong with fan girls or gay people. Please don't tell me your homophobic?"

"No," Ash snapped, "Of course I'm not!"

"Calm down." May told him, "I'm sure they're pretty nice guys."

"I wasn't saying that they're mean," Ash reassured May whilst moving his legs into sitting position. "I'm just saying we should be more cautious of them. We don't know them and we know everyone else here. We can all get up together and beat this game and kick that Simon's butt!"

May slightly giggled at him. "You haven't changed one bit."

Meanwhile, boy number 2, Tracey had finished marching in an empty road. He sat near the green grass viewing the bright blue sky. His back rested on tough stinging bushes. Tracey needed more time to mourn over the loss of Misty. Misty was one of Tracey's best friends; he remembered the times where he travelled with Ash and Misty. All the good memories and still trying to keep them alive, was a hard thing to do. Instead of killing he would wait to die. Treasure those who were close to him, value all he had left.

Tracey grabbed a hold of his tracking devise. It seemed that there was one person walking up. He was hoping it was one of his friends. He stood up carefully whist walking towards the boy walking in front of him. Footsteps got louder and the faces became clearer. Tracey saw a young man with shiny purple hair dressed in casual black clothes with blue stripes. The young man appeared to be carrying his bag, but he had no weapon in his hand. Instead, it was a bright torch with shined directly into Tracey's face. He was nearly blinded by the torch. When the young man made the torch face the floor, he glared at Tracey.

"You're name is Paul right?"

Paul nodded whilst giving Tracey a filthy look. Paul then suddenly held a spear tightly in his first and firmly up to his chest. "Yes," Paul spat back looking anything but pleased with his Tracey's presence. "You would be Tracey?" Tracey nodded back with no clue what to say to him. "Why are you quiet?" Paul asked curiously.

"I don't know," Tracey replied as he watched Paul step closer as his piercing eye contact had intimidated him.

"What's that in your hand?" Paul sneered looking at Tracey's shaking arms like a program.

"I think it's a tracking device!" Exclaimed Tracey. "My weapon!"

"A very interesting weapon." Paul announced sarcastically. "However, my weapon is much better than yours!" Paul started to smirk whilst pointing his spear directly to Tracey's forehead. "The spear is useful," Paul murmured to himself, "it's not as useful as a gun, but it will do." Paul stepped more towards his victim, as if Tracey was pathetic and weak. Tracey was aware that Paul was just about to murder him. Tracey was practically running backwards as fast as he could, although his fear slowed him down.

"PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" Tracey screeched falling to the ground. "DON'T KILL ME! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?" He was practically pulling onto Paul's trousers, which only made the begging more useless. Paul sighed as he stabbed Tracey's back bang into the middle. Blood pouring around his back and staining his green shirt like a strange pattern. Paul heard Tracey's final screams before knocking his whole body onto the ground and then his spear aimed at his heart. The blood was fresh, raw and red, the pool of blood slowly formed underneath Tracey's newly dead body. Paul felt no remorse at the present time. Instead, he collected the tracking device and simply walked off.

Around five minutes after killing Tracey, Paul halted near a pier. He looked on the pier and saw a high jagged cliff. He then looked down to see Zoey and Dawn wrapped in each other arms, their skin was pale white. The sea waves washed away some of the blood on their clothes. Paul coldly stared at the two corpses wrapped up all cosy together. He gritted his teeth; he couldn't believe how stupid the pair of them were. He made a promise to himself, never to die like that. He was going to fight this game and win it.

"Did you hear that?" May shrieked.

"Yeah," Ash said, "The screaming sounded like Tracey. I hope he isn't dead."

"Why don't we check?" May asked as she about to scurry out of the little hut. She was halted by Ash as he dragged her with force to his chest. May looked at Ash in a state of shock. Tracey was his friend; it wasn't like him to simply leave his friends to die. The look in his eyes, made him appear that he actually wanted something much more of May.

"What's wrong with you Ash?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," Ash replied hastily, "I'd like to save Tracey but it's too dangerous, and I wanna be the male survivor here. If we relax here and let everyone else slaughter each other, we'll be alive without any harm." May knew that Ash wasn't thinking straight. What Ash has said, was much easier said then done. May simply wanted to drop the subject.

Boy 2, Tracey, dead

17 boys left. 17 girls left.

Meanwhile, inside the building, where a busy office worked, Simon was being sociable with Giovanni, the leader of team rocket and Lieutenant Anjo, whom had served the army for a long time and knew exactly how the Battle Royale plan worked and why it as there. Lieutenant Anjo knew that Battle Royale existed because the adults wear feared by the youth. The youth mocked the elders and employment was appalling as well as school attendance. So Battle Royale was put together. A random class was selected to kill each other until one remained. The three men seemed pretty interesting in the screens in front of them. The screens informed them who was alive, who was dead and where there were. One block of the screen had changed colour. The picture of Tracey had turned thick red and ceased to flash.

"Boy number 2 has been eliminated!" Anjo announced.

Simon hopped on the sofa as he heard the news. He was sitting next to a man in an orange suit. The man sitting next to Simon looked like someone from a high class. Simon stared directly into the screen; Thirty-four trainers were still remaining. "So any news on the beybladers?"

"They're currently resting the cave right now!" Giovanni told him. "They both seem to be doing quite well. Boy number four has eliminated girl number nine, whilst boy number five has eliminated boy number 12."

"One of those dudes is the beyblade champion after all." Simon pointed out pouring a glass of vodka for Giovanni. "There'll be blood, sweat and tears with those two around," Simon confirmed, "I'll promise you that"

"You speak as if you know these boys quite well." Giovanni smiled holding his glass of vodka in his hand whilst smartening his collar with the other. "Have you ever seen them before?"

"Indeed I have," he replied, "I know both of them quite well in real life, you can say that I am just simply spying on them. "

"Then you can tell me all about them," Giovanni requested, "I'm interested in them."

6AM Report

Loud music was enough to awaken Ash and May from their sleep. May walked out from the hut and Ash had quickly followed her. May huffed; she was hoping that this Battle Royale was all a dream. The reality was cruel, and the bloody game was real. "What's wrong May?" Ash asked her.

"I was just hoping this was a nightmare," May confessed. "I feel gutted that this game is real. " May wiped away a tear that had been falling from her eyes. Ash tapped May's shoulder and took her hand.

"Come on May," Ash smiled with weary eyes, "Let's move somewhere else."

"It's 6AM!" the voice of Simon had raged through the island's microphones. "Time to wake up! Now don't be lazy!" He called through his microphone. "Let's go through the dead people; in order of their deaths "

"Here we go," May whispered nervously. Ash managed to hear her.

"Boy 16, Harvey, Girl 9, Soledad, Girl one, Dawn along with Girl three, Zoey. Boy 12, Brock and finally Boy 2, Tracey. This makes a total of six deaths."

"NO!" Ash snapped as he violently dropped to his knees and arms to the floor. "Why?" He whimpered, "Misty…. Dawn…. Brock … Tracey…. they're all dead." May looked down on Ash and joined him, to mourn. She too, had lost so many good friends already. Drew was the reason why she thrived harder for her goals and she had high respect for Harley and Soledad. The fear had got to Soledad, which was maybe the reason why she killed Harley. Even though Misty died before the game started, at least she died for standing up for injustice. Vengeance leaked into May's head. She had to avenge them, as they needed to be avenged. May had an idea, if Battle Royale failed by enabling more than one boy and girl surviving, then murder Simon in the process, it could work.

"Ash," May whispered burring her face into Ash's hair. "We gotta avenge them."

"Get your maps ready!" Simon continued through the microphone. " Here are the danger zones, from nine o'clock A6 and B9 and at midday C2 and E9!" There was a long pause in Simon's voice. "It's hard watching your friends die like this, I know. Just keep fighting. Next update midday today."

Ash slowly stood up and he started looking very pissed off. "You're right May!" He whispered. "We gotta avenge them, we've gotta survive!" They both looked at the map, as May marked the danger zones on both her and Ash's map. May was aware that they were currently into a future danger zone; they were in Zone A6.

"We better make our move soon," May pointed out to Ash, wrapping her arm around him. "This is going to be the next danger zone."

Ash sighed heavily, the expression on his face was bitter, distraught and distress. "They say revenge is sweet." Ash whispered bitterly. "We'll make our revenge short and sweet. So anyway let's move on." Ash dragged May with his hand. "Get your weapon ready," he advised May, in a serious tone. "Anyone can come and kill us!"

"If you want me to!" May replied in a slightly scared tone. She released her shiny sharp sickle from the bag, and placed it into her hand.

"You seem scared," Ash announced to her, "Is it me?"

"No," May replied. "It's got nothing to do with you."

"That's good," Ash smiled faintly. A sudden sound of fire rushed into their ears. Ash's feet dropped to the floor without warning. May screeched as she jumped down with him.

May opened her eyes. She tapped Ash's back violently. "You ok Ash?"

"Yeah," Ash replied. "I'm absolutely fine, just the bullet sound shocked me!" May gave a huge breath of pure relief. She thought that Ash was harmed. Ash crawled on his knees. "Help me get up." May grabbed onto Ash's arms and pulled him up. Ash ended up falling onto May's chest. May became fixed into Ash, something about him, gave her an urge to look after him.

They both crept up on the hill. As they did, someone charged at May like a flash of light. She was fortunate enough to have dodged the attacker with Ash besides her. Once getting a quick glance, she realised the attacker was male, wearing a posh green costume. His mask concealed his face, though his light brown hair was visible. Ash had a quick guess who the assailant was; the guy's name was Kenny, one of Dawn's friends.

"KENNY!" Ash called. "Is that you?"

"Yes!" Kenny snapped back. "Dawn's dead isn't she? Who killed her? WHO KILLED HER? WAS IT ON OF YOU!" Kenny roared to the top of his voice. Yelling in anger. The anger freaked May out.

"NO IT WASN'T!" May screamed back. "I've been with Ash all this time!"

"Really?" Kenny asked. "So you two murdered Dawn together."

"That's not true!" Ash replied. "Our weapon's aren't even that good."

"Liars," Kenny muttered. "I heard Zoey's screaming voice. That lesbian bitch! I loved Dawn and she stole her away from me."

"I know you're upset over Dawn…" Ash announced, trying to calm Kenny down. "I miss her too. She had a great personality and she's a great friend." Eventually, Kenny bursted into tears like a bomb that had just exploded without any warning. They were people just like them. Others who mourned over the death of their friends and wished they could come back.

"Didn't you hear Zoey's last words?" Kenny whispered. "Zoey screamed I love you Dawn. I wish those were my last words, because I love you Dawn."

May and Ash spotted a tall young woman emerge from the trees behind him. Holding a crossbow in her hand and aiming at Kenny. "Kenny Behind you!" May told Kenny. However, it was too late. The arrow sparked from the crossbow and directly aimed to his head. Kenny's face appeared dazed and lost. A drip of blood poured from his mouth. For some reason he was happy. He fell horizontally to the floor at peace. No more suffering and no more pain for him. Meanwhile the fear lived on for the vulnerable Ash and May.

The tall woman giggled endlessly. "I've just killed someone!" She smiled unjustified. "Hey Ash," The female assassin smiled. "It's me Molly Hale."

"I know it's you Molly," Ash replied. "But why did you kill him?"

"It's kill or be killed." Molly reminded them." Only one boy and girl can survive" she giggled. "I was hoping to help to survive with you." She aimed her crossbow at May with a look of envy. "This means goodbye to this other girl."

"NO!" May shouted as she tightly shut her eyes and ran behind Ash.

BANG

Molly screamed loudly and she fell on the floor, wailing in agony. "Why?" Molly cried. "Why did it have to be this way?" Ash and May turned around to see a young man above them, holding a colt python in his hand. His face remained fierce and dangerous. May noticed it was one of the beybladers. The one with the blue stripes and the white scarf, also the one who Ash thought was Indian.

They both watched Kai walk over to the screaming and crying Molly. Ash and May heard Molly scream out apologies and her begging for forgiveness. Kai simply pointed the gun at her face. Molly was in so much pain, she couldn't move. She was defenceless and helpless. The trigger had been pulled. Both Ash and May froze to the spot and watched Molly die. Kai looked down on the dead girl and just as he was about to walk away he looked over at Ash and May. He had the eyes of a murderer. However, he decided to walk away from them.

"Why?" May asked Kai, trying to engage a conversation with him. "Why did you do it? It's not fair."

Kai stopped walking. The male bluenette faced her with an aggressive face. "Life isn't fair," Kai snapped as his scarf flew around his head, "get over it." Kai pushed his scarf forwards to cover his jaw and he took steps away from them.

"Not a good enough excuse!" May exclaimed. "How can I get over it? MY FRIENDS ARE DYING!"

"May!" Ash mumbled holding on to her shoulder. In his mind he was praying for her not to end up like Misty, Dawn and Brock.

"FINE WALK AWAY FROM US!" May snapped at Kai angrily. "YOU EVIL COLD HEARTED KILLER!"

"I'm doing society a favour by getting rid of idiots like you!" Kai replied harshly.

"Kai," A deep voice broke out, disturbing the debate. "There you are!" Kai, Ash and May all turned their faces on the teen walking down. The other beyblader, Tyson was dashing over to Kai.

"YOU EVIL BASTARD!" Ash snapped staring at Kai, starting to become annoyed. He felt his blood boil and erupt violently. He felt the redness of his face show anger and hatred. If only he had the weapon. Ash started looking at Tyson. "How can you love someone so evil?"

"He's not really evil," Tyson announced wrapping his arms around the bluenette as well as his face against his cheek. "He's a softie really!"

Paul made his way out of a dark cave. He sighed as he glared at his spear, he wasn't really pleased with the weapon, but at least it was usable. The tracking device, which he claimed after murdering Tracey was worthy of use. The morning was still young and the air was still fresh and the smell of blood had attracted him to kill. He had a plan, to murder all the guys, and allow the girls to slaughter the girls. He was looking for one fatal female, to be his partner of crime.

Paul had a very good idea who this fatal female should be. He noticed Cynthia, who was a champion was also in the game as well. He was mainly looking for her and he wasn't surprised she was still alive. The grass and trees reminded him of his Pokemon journey, they were still the same as before. This was just another adventure and another experience. A fight to the death, it was a challenge that was far too great to ignore.

The scenery was beautiful and so was the way that Cynthia battled. He very much enjoyed that battle with Cynthia months ago. What a pure coincidence, that he spotted a tall blonde girl in black walk around the forest being stalked by Lance, who was also a champion. Lance was famous for using dragons and he had it in the family as well. This was going to be very interesting.

"Cynthia!" Lance cried out with a sad expression on his face. "Why did leave Marina and Jimmy behind?" The blonde stopped as her small eyes faced Lance. "They could have died. We're here to stop the game and make sure everyone survives."

"Jimmy and Cynthia were late," she muttered. "So they were left behind."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Lance snapped in an angry tone. "They might have been killed in that danger zone now!"

"Not my problem." Cynthia replied as started walking again. Paul crept inside the bushes as he clutched his spear. His eyes were on that flashy silver gun, that the cops usually used. He wanted that gun, it was much better then a useless old spear. "Only one boy and one girl and survive, remember!"

"I don't wish to kill you!" Lance announced with eyes of sadness. "Please Cynthia, why do you have to be so cold."

"That's how I became Champion." Cynthia announced. Lance had a feeling that she didn't really mean it, either that or she had betrayed him the whole time. He used to think that Cynthia was a great caring lady and a talented trainer, but he was wrong, he had been deceived. He felt that Cynthia was a cold-hearted woman who didn't care as long as she reached for the top. It was such a shame.

Lance had no idea weather to reach out for the gun or not. He had no intention of using it at all, however he felt a sudden urge to need this bullet. Cynthia was now potentially dangerous and he wanted to save the trainers and make sure they escaped the game unharmed. He sighed and closed his eyes, as his fingers were just about to touch the gun. He didn't wish for anyone to die, but unfortunately, he couldn't control his instinct. "I can't do it," he whispered in bitterness.

Paul watched as Cynthia stepped closer to Lance. She smiled as she kissed his cheek; she then claimed the gun from out of his pocket. Lance grabbed onto her hand as he attempted to get the gun of her. "I see you're useless without your pokemon." Cynthia added. Lance stepped back as he felt to frozen to move his body. She appeared so laid back, it was unbelievable. She aimed the gun at Lance's heart and pulled the trigger.

The bullet created a quick aim at Lance's leg as he fell down onto the murky floor. The healthy leg was also shot, as were both of his arms, one at a time. She smiled as she saw Lance open his eyes and watched his angry face and gritting teeth full of sheer anger. She thought the expression was very beautiful. She could have just killed him off straight away, but that wouldn't be any fun at all.

The pair of them were glaring at each other as fresh blood escaped from the birth of Lance's wounds. "I'll give you a tip for surviving Battle Royale." Cynthia told him. "Don't be afraid to take a life. You I'm looking for a man to survive with, I'm sorry that guy is not you!" She pulled the trigger one last time, as the final bullet had reached the target of Lance's heart. Lance had finally closed his eyes and his movements had died with him.

Paul smirked as he decided that Cynthia was defiantly the one, the one he wanted to be paired up with. She would be a great partner for this game. He was hoping that he was good enough for her. He was tempted to just jump out the bush and greet her, but just in case he ended up dead, he decided that was not a sensible option. He watched as Cynthia's back had faced Paul, so that gave him a feeling that he wasn't caught.

"OK Paul," Cynthia announced. "You can jump out of the bush!"

Paul dropped his jaw in shock as he jumped out of the bush and was face to face with the Sinnoh Champion, Cynthia. For a moment, he had a feeling that he was going to end up dead as well. Although he was usually confident and lacked compassion he had another side to him as well, which might just come out soon. Instead of lethal eyes, he was greeted with gentle eyes and a warm smile. The smile was almost too warm for Battle Royale.

"So you saw me?" Paul asked as he smirked.

"I certainly did," Cynthia said as she patted on his shoulder.

"And you remember me too," Paul added. "How nice of you."

"I have a good memory." Cynthia smiled as she continued walking along. Paul followed her in a rush. "So have you killed anyone?"

"Yeah," Paul answered. "I killed this guy, but I don't remember his name. He had a tracking device, he wore a green shirt."

"I don't know him either. I saw you kill him though, you would be good for my partner."

"I'd be willing to be your partner for the time being." Paul obliged as he nodded.

"Well, I know a few things about spears," Cynthia added. "I'll be more than happy to help you."

Boy 9 Kenny, Girl 8, Molly, Boy 21, Lance

15 boys left, 16 girls left

Meanwhile, May was angry as she saw Tyson was all over Kai. She was clueless to how the lad could ever be in love with this monster. Ash gulped as he took Molly's cross and arrow set along with the rest of the equipment. The brunette closed her eyes as she started crying out to Tyson. "HOW THE HELL CAN YOU CALL HIM A SOFTIE!" she yelled. "HE JUST MURDERED SOMEONE!"

"May watch out!" Ash called as he grabbed Kenny's gun. "They might kill us." There was a huge sign of fear in Ash.

"Hey guys, calm down!" Tyson said. "Look Kai wasn't going to kill you, if he wanted to, he would have done it by now."

"Don't be stupid Tyson!" Kai muttered in disgust as he folded his arms. "I only saved their life for the sake of it!"

"He's pretty found of you two," Tyson said.

"Don't give them any stupid ideas Tyson!" Kai ordered as tried to drag them out of their site. "Let's go!"

"Hey wait!" Tyson told Kai, "They both seem pretty cool. Surely we could be their friends."

Kai stopped walking as he sighed. He then grabbed on the boy's collar and pulled him very close to his face. "Listen up, we're not here to make friends with anybody. "

"Kai!" Tyson exclaimed as he tried to stop Kai from walking away. "They both seem really nice. Come on Kai, they need our help, and they kinda remind me of…."

"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!"

Two loud voices, that were defiantly coming out from some sort of microphone was loud enough for the whole island to hear. The direction of the voices was coming up from the hill with the little church hut on top. The four of them scurried over to the top of their hill as they saw an aquamarine haired girl and a boy in yellow shorts that stood out.

"Idiots…" Kai muttered.

"IT'S JIMMY AND MARINA HERE!" Marina boomed over the microphone whilst Jimmy was waving a flag. "WE NEED TO STOP KILLING EACH OTHER NOW! LANCE AND CYNTHIA WILL BE ON THERE WAY IN THE MINUTE." Marina passed the microphone over to Jimmy as he passed the flag over to Marina. She started waving the flag as she started jumping in the air.

"THIS IS JIMMY HERE, THINK ABOUT YOUR POKEMON! WOULD THEY WANT THEIR TRAINER TO BE A MURDERER! IF WE PLAY THIS GAME, WE'LL BE JUST AS BAD AS THEM, PLEASE JOIN US AND FIGHT AGAINST THEM. WE NEED TO FIGHT TOGETHER!"

Kai pulled the trigger at the pair of them, missing them deliberately.

"Hey are you crazy?" Ash snapped as he turned around and pulled a gun at Kai.

"Ash stop it!" May requested as she held the gun down.

"PLEASE STOP SHOOTING!" Jimmy demanded as was screaming louder with determination. "EVERYBODY COME OVER HERE AND LET'S SORT THIS …..AH!"

Jimmy and Marina dropped to the floor whilst screeching with a mixture of trigger sounds.

"Damn it," May thought out aloud. "We should have gone to them."

"So you'd get yourself shot as well!" Kai pointed out to May. "You guys are really naïve. You really think this is going to turn out as all happy and sunshine, well your wrong. Life is not like that; never was and never will be. You guys should find yourself lucky that I never killed you!"

Ash was keeping his eye out on the hill, he spotted a two other figures, once he could tell was Cynthia, the other was Paul. He was hoping that Lance wasn't dead. They mentioned Lance was on his way as well, however instead of Lance, it was Paul. The whole thing sounded very mysterious. He knelt down and prayed, he was now concerned for Paul's fate. Jimmy and Marina were already shot down, it might not be long until Paul and Cynthia are gunned down too.

The raven-haired boy was too scared to move. This was a completely different atmosphere to his pokemon journey, there was none of this pro-murder challenges and the sight of blood and the act of such cruelty wasn't even witnessed in front of the majority of young people. The loss of such dear friends, and more to come, was a huge deal of sadness that would altar him for the rest of his life and maybe even his personality.

He was always dense in a lot of things, especially romance; although there was a slim chance of finding romance here even he knew that. He watched Paul as he pushed his spear onto the floor, Ash couldn't tell were the spear was pointing. The spear was pretty close to Jimmy and Cynthia's gun pointed at Marina. He heard Jimmy and Marina make sounds of suffering and struggle.

Another gun shot was made from the distance, the blood squirted out. He turned around and faced May, who had her eyes shut and her ears blocked with her arms. For the first time in his life, he felt useless. He didn't have any idea that such cruelty and unfairness had existed in the world. He knew there were quite a few sick people in the world. However, he never thought that people would be as sick as this, something thinking that genuine murders were entertainment.

Ash heard the crying sounds next to him as he watched his friend, May continue to cry. The tears were down her face as she leant against Ash's shoulder. She was just as scared as she was and felt just as useless.

"See," Tyson whispered to Kai. "Look at them, they're helpless. They really need help."

"Fine." Kai muttered as he walked away in silence after that.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere far away from these idiots."

Tyson sighed, he knew Kai didn't like publicly showing off his soft side, but he couldn't help but feel Ash and May's pain. He couldn't possibly let the two suffer, they were very vulnerable and they seemed very genuine. "Hey!" Tyson called out to the pair of them, "we should better go. Before someone comes and attacks us." The pair of them faced Tyson as he walked over to the scared couple. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."

Boy 7 Jimmy Girl 19 Marina Dead

14 boys left, 15 boys left
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