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Story Name: Beginning or End?
Story Genre: Battle Royale (movie)
Story Rating: PG-13/T/12.
Characters: Shinji Mimura, Hirono Shimizu and an unnamed nurse.
Disclaimer: This piece is based upon BRRP V7 canon, which was loosely based on the manga version of BR. It's AU in that Hirono pulled the whole 'bullet-proof vest' trick on Yoshio, meaning that he thought she was dead and wandered out to kill Mayumi.
There's blood all over him.
At this point, he can't tell if it's Yoshio's, Kayoko's or his own. Could even be Haruka's, due to how close he was sitting to her when she was killed and he couldn't stop thinking of how he gave her his word that he'd help her escape and that was not how he meant it.
But he had to be the last one. He'd seen Mayumi die, and Hirono had...well, Yoshio had gone for Hirono first, so she couldn't be alive. Or could she? Did Yoshio know about the bullet-proof vest? She'd evaded psychopath after psychopath -even escaped Kazuo with nothing more than some luck and a pair of lungs that had seen better days- had she lied one last time and tricked Yoshio into thinking that she was dead?
She had to be alive. That fat bastard hadn't announced the end of the game yet, and she was the only person that he hadn't seen dead, so she had to have survived. Despite his original thought, that Hirono would be the easiest to kill because it wouldn't be personal, and that she wouldn't be bright enough to try anything unexpected, he was somewhat nervous. Not scared, because Hirono was injured anyway and even so, she was only a girl.
She was nothing special. And if he kept saying that to himself, he might end up believing it.
He found her leaning against a cherry tree, cigarette in her hand.
"I'd offer you one, but that was my last. Besides," she dropped the end and stamped it out with her foot, "you wouldn't have time to smoke it anyway. Because the best case scenario means that one of us gets out, takes out the lot of these fuckers and then disappears, never to be seen again. In the good way, not in the 'Oh, I've been secretly captured and tortured by the government' way. And to do that..."
She suddenly whipped up her revolver -one of her revolvers, anyway- and aims at his head. He has his own gun aimed at her face a fraction of a second later. Fast enough to finish her sentence.
"...One of us has to die."
She opened fire first. Technically, she had him at a disadvantage. She had Kevlar, and he was still limping from Yoshio's attack on the car, but he now had as many weapons as she did, and her aim was being thrown off by the fact that only one of her arms looked useable.
It didn't matter.
She ran out of bullets first, as he was expecting. What he didn't expect was for her to throw the gun at him and reach for a knife while he was stunned and somewhat unbalanced. She knocked him over and brought her knife down on the hand holding the gun. Before she knocked it out of his hand, he managed to fire off a shot into her injured shoulder and she screamed in agony. He took the opportunity to grab the wrist of her knife-hand and forced it towards her own throat, fighting her every inch of the way.
Of course, his concentrating on that meant that he didn't notice her other hand go for her other knife until she stabbed him in the shoulder. It didn't go in very far -that arm wasn't working right even if he had overestimated the injuries to it- and none of his major organs were damaged by it, but it hurt enough for him to tear his eyes away for a moment.
Quick enough for her to give him a shallow cut across his throat and make a dash towards where she'd knocked the gun out of his hands. As her hands closed around it, he crawled towards his bag and pulled out another weapon. A machine gun. One of the two that Kazuo had chased Hirono with, less than two days ago. It felt like a lifetime.
He fired at the same time that she did.
Neither of them missed.
***
The nurse had to deal with Program winners all of the time. She even had a nasty scar on her arm from when that Nanami twin-kid had gone mental and lashed out at her with a razor. But none of them had unnerved her quite like this one. Even though this one was asleep -had been for years, since that other one's last act had been to fire at their head- and was likely never to wake up.
That had made the papers, a comatose Program winner, and she'd had to shoo reporters and cameramen away from the ward for months. Gradually, as new Programs started and finished, fewer and fewer people had shown up and now no-one came.
Ever.
Even the staff were scared to come in this ward, because they believed that it was haunted. Two cleaners, a nurse and a radiologist had died in unusual circumstances in this ward during the three years that the winner had been here. Another four members of staff had seen a group of girls in school uniforms outside the room. One of them, an exceptionally tall young woman with short hair and a cross around her neck, had smiled and waved at them before vanishing into thin air.
The nurse herself had seen a plump boy playing on a Game Boy next to the patient's bed. When she'd gone in to ask him to wait outside, he'd disappeared. Another time, she'd seen a young man -handsome, in a cold kind of way- attempt to pull the plug on the patient. She'd tried to stop him, and her hands had gone through his shoulders as if they weren't there.
Which they weren't. They were figments of her imagination, caused by treating insane patients for too long. She deserved a break. Maybe she could persuade her boss to give her a week off. It was better than having to stare at that almost-dead face for much longer, anyway.
As she left the room, the patient's eyes flashed open.
This was not where I expected to wake up...
Story Genre: Battle Royale (movie)
Story Rating: PG-13/T/12.
Characters: Shinji Mimura, Hirono Shimizu and an unnamed nurse.
Disclaimer: This piece is based upon BRRP V7 canon, which was loosely based on the manga version of BR. It's AU in that Hirono pulled the whole 'bullet-proof vest' trick on Yoshio, meaning that he thought she was dead and wandered out to kill Mayumi.
There's blood all over him.
At this point, he can't tell if it's Yoshio's, Kayoko's or his own. Could even be Haruka's, due to how close he was sitting to her when she was killed and he couldn't stop thinking of how he gave her his word that he'd help her escape and that was not how he meant it.
But he had to be the last one. He'd seen Mayumi die, and Hirono had...well, Yoshio had gone for Hirono first, so she couldn't be alive. Or could she? Did Yoshio know about the bullet-proof vest? She'd evaded psychopath after psychopath -even escaped Kazuo with nothing more than some luck and a pair of lungs that had seen better days- had she lied one last time and tricked Yoshio into thinking that she was dead?
She had to be alive. That fat bastard hadn't announced the end of the game yet, and she was the only person that he hadn't seen dead, so she had to have survived. Despite his original thought, that Hirono would be the easiest to kill because it wouldn't be personal, and that she wouldn't be bright enough to try anything unexpected, he was somewhat nervous. Not scared, because Hirono was injured anyway and even so, she was only a girl.
She was nothing special. And if he kept saying that to himself, he might end up believing it.
He found her leaning against a cherry tree, cigarette in her hand.
"I'd offer you one, but that was my last. Besides," she dropped the end and stamped it out with her foot, "you wouldn't have time to smoke it anyway. Because the best case scenario means that one of us gets out, takes out the lot of these fuckers and then disappears, never to be seen again. In the good way, not in the 'Oh, I've been secretly captured and tortured by the government' way. And to do that..."
She suddenly whipped up her revolver -one of her revolvers, anyway- and aims at his head. He has his own gun aimed at her face a fraction of a second later. Fast enough to finish her sentence.
"...One of us has to die."
She opened fire first. Technically, she had him at a disadvantage. She had Kevlar, and he was still limping from Yoshio's attack on the car, but he now had as many weapons as she did, and her aim was being thrown off by the fact that only one of her arms looked useable.
It didn't matter.
She ran out of bullets first, as he was expecting. What he didn't expect was for her to throw the gun at him and reach for a knife while he was stunned and somewhat unbalanced. She knocked him over and brought her knife down on the hand holding the gun. Before she knocked it out of his hand, he managed to fire off a shot into her injured shoulder and she screamed in agony. He took the opportunity to grab the wrist of her knife-hand and forced it towards her own throat, fighting her every inch of the way.
Of course, his concentrating on that meant that he didn't notice her other hand go for her other knife until she stabbed him in the shoulder. It didn't go in very far -that arm wasn't working right even if he had overestimated the injuries to it- and none of his major organs were damaged by it, but it hurt enough for him to tear his eyes away for a moment.
Quick enough for her to give him a shallow cut across his throat and make a dash towards where she'd knocked the gun out of his hands. As her hands closed around it, he crawled towards his bag and pulled out another weapon. A machine gun. One of the two that Kazuo had chased Hirono with, less than two days ago. It felt like a lifetime.
He fired at the same time that she did.
Neither of them missed.
The nurse had to deal with Program winners all of the time. She even had a nasty scar on her arm from when that Nanami twin-kid had gone mental and lashed out at her with a razor. But none of them had unnerved her quite like this one. Even though this one was asleep -had been for years, since that other one's last act had been to fire at their head- and was likely never to wake up.
That had made the papers, a comatose Program winner, and she'd had to shoo reporters and cameramen away from the ward for months. Gradually, as new Programs started and finished, fewer and fewer people had shown up and now no-one came.
Ever.
Even the staff were scared to come in this ward, because they believed that it was haunted. Two cleaners, a nurse and a radiologist had died in unusual circumstances in this ward during the three years that the winner had been here. Another four members of staff had seen a group of girls in school uniforms outside the room. One of them, an exceptionally tall young woman with short hair and a cross around her neck, had smiled and waved at them before vanishing into thin air.
The nurse herself had seen a plump boy playing on a Game Boy next to the patient's bed. When she'd gone in to ask him to wait outside, he'd disappeared. Another time, she'd seen a young man -handsome, in a cold kind of way- attempt to pull the plug on the patient. She'd tried to stop him, and her hands had gone through his shoulders as if they weren't there.
Which they weren't. They were figments of her imagination, caused by treating insane patients for too long. She deserved a break. Maybe she could persuade her boss to give her a week off. It was better than having to stare at that almost-dead face for much longer, anyway.
As she left the room, the patient's eyes flashed open.
This was not where I expected to wake up...