Battle Royale- Deathmatch

Of course Tom Spencer was not the friendly tour guide like man the class expected.

Of course this was not the luxurious trip to Japan the class had expected.

Fumio looked at his map. He was almost in the final area: E5. He tightened his grip on the gun and cautiously made his way to what could only be the final battle.

The whole area was flat. It was an open battlefield. Fumio had gotten there quickly, he knew his twenty minutes wasn't up yet. So he decided to stay hidden in the tree line until someone else showed up.

It wasn't long until Kameyo appeared. This area was her worst nightmare; nowhere to hide. She had no choice but to confront her competition. She didn't see anyone yet so she ducked down behind a tree, clinging onto Pikachu for dear life.

Something bright caught Fumio's eye. He pushed his glasses farther up on the bridge of his nose to focus. Something yellow and jagged stood out against the lush green foliage. Nothing came to Fumio's mind until he saw a blue piece of cloth flow out from behind a tree. A hand reached out to pull it back: Kameyo's skirt.

Fumio remembered she had brought along some stuffed animal. He was surprised it wasn't lost by now. He looked harder over to where Kameyo was hiding. He could see her clearly now; her dark hair matted up in birdnests, her school girl uniform ripped up and bloodied much like his own. She had her head tucked between her knees, shivering. He felt sorry for her. He wanted to help her. Maybe they could team up to fight Andrew?

He whispered loudly across the area. "Kameyo! Kameyo over here! It's me, Fum-" Kameyo looked up. But not at Fumio. Andrew burst through the trees with a mighty war cry. He landed on one knee in the middle of the sandy gound.

Andrew stood up and bared his teeth, all of which were visible...literally. The side of his mouth was ripped open, showing off his bloody teeth and gums. His flapping lips were pulled up into a long wicked smile.

"COME ON OUT YOU PUSSIES!" he screamed, blood and saliva flying. His fists were clenched and his eyes darted around at an alarming speed. He was mad.

Fumio saw Kameyo shrink lower behind the tree. His neck grew hot. His collar was heating up. He didn't have much time. Kameyo tugged at her collar in discomfort. She could not hide forever.

Fumio stepped out into the open, gun held shakily in front of him. Andrew's smile grew impossibly bigger.

Fumio slowly aimed the gun back and forth between Andrew and Kameyo and gulped. This was it. "I-I don't want to hurt either of you," he managed to say through his tense jaw. Andrew advanced towards him. His knees started to wobble as his arms moved the gun at Andrew.

"S-stay back!" Fumio exclaimed, slowly backing away from Andrew, his finger desperately trying to find the trigger.

Andrew stood over him like an elephant to an ant. Fumio backed into a tree, shaky hands barely keeping the gun aimed straight. He pressed the trigger.

There was an unsatisfying click.

Pure horror covered Fumio's face. He dropped the gun. And with a quick motion of the wrists Andrew took him out with a twist and an ear-splitting crack.

Fumio dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes...with a head that was twisted in the wrong direction.

Kameyo squealed. Her neck was on fire. She knew she barely had a few minutes until her collar would explode unless she stepped out from behind the tree. This was it: the final showdown.

She made sure her pack was secure on her waist and smoothed out her skirt. She took a good, long look at Pikachu and hugged him. He was covered in dried blood and was ripped at a few places, but she loved him no less. They had both been through so much. Then Kameyo stood up, Pika still in her arms, and stepped out of her hiding place.