Fanon:Survival Island
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There once was a land not ruled by the Watcher, not observed by the Watcher, not controlled by the Watcher: Simnation. Simnation was a pleasant country with only simple disputes. Until Alexander Goth came from his future to conquer the past.
Alexander Goth sought to ruin the childhood of his mother the way she ruined his by leaving with alien creatures. He took his electronic weapons and came to her quiet past, quickly taking over and calling himself "the Watcher" after a medieval god who saw all and controlled all. He made his kind, gentle mother suffer by punishing everyone. He would invite four teenagers from thirteen towns a luxury cruise. Many would not return, and their plight would be watched by all who were not on the ship be on the ship. Only the strong, the smart, the quick would survive.
Welcome to the Goth Battles.
Chapter 1: Old friendships
Alexander sat in his red velvet chair. The room was massive covered with bookshelfs, there was a fireplace at one end of the room and at the other was his oak desk. The fire crackled like normal, sometimes he could see Bella, his mother, in the fire. But he just believed it to be his mind playing tricks. The carpet was Persian and made of fine silks. There was a chandler on the ceiling. Everything was placed perfectly. On his desk he had picture of his wife and son and some paperwork.
Looking through the security camera monitors, all was peaceful. No rebellions and no trouble. Just the way he liked it. He looked at his desk: only paperwork. He tapped his finger frustratedly on the table. He had everything any sim could have, yet he wasn't satisfied. He had a wife, a heir and was ruler of the past. He kept hearing his mother voice echoing through his head and in the fire, was it right to take over the past, was it right to blame his mother for the disappearance. Yes it was, how could she leave him at his hour of need, she looked after Casssandra. Why not him. He sealed an oath that his wife would always be at her son's side and he made sure of that.
He heard footsteps coming and the door creaked open. A pale, fragile boy ermerged from outside the room.
"Father?" he asked.
"Yes Alexander," Alexander the First replied.
"Can I have a friend?"
"Why do you need a friend, dear child, when you have everything a child could want?"
"Its just... father..."
"What, son?"
"I'm lonely, couldn't I just have a nanny?"
"I give you everything you want, yet you demand more!"
"Sorry father. You were right, you're always right."
"It's ok, Alexander, all of us make mistakes. I see you want a nanny; I will find one,"
"Thank you father, you are grateful and kind."
Alexander was pondering was he too harsh on the boy? He had a friend when he was young. She was always kind to him and always understood him as a child and his loss of his mother. They had dated each other as teenagers and even shared thir first kiss, but Mortimer was getting older and older by the day. One day was alive and the next he was gone. Alexander was so sad when Mortimer died and he asked her to a movie, she said she was busy. Later that day he saw at cinema kissing another boy. Alexander was furious and murdered her in cold blood. He didn't want his son to suffer as well, but he could also see how lonely he was. A nanny would suit him give him, but whom to choose?
Chapter 2: The Calling
But there were other matters. Fifty-two letters all had to be signed by Sovereign Alexander I, amongst the paperwork. Alexander picked up one and began his signature.
"Bob, mail for you!" Mags Newbie called to her son. Bob nearly jumped. He'd just been think about the horrible Goth Battles, which were soon to be televised again, and here was his mother saying she had a letter for him. What if it was summons to be a fighter in those awful Battles? Alexander was insane, sending teenagers to an island to fight for food and life. How would that help his reign? Betty Simovitch, Bob's girlfriend, took the letter from Mags and set it on the table. "Looks fancy," she commented. The script on the envelope was elegant, and with horror he saw that it was from Sovereign Alexander himself. "Oh, and Betty?" Mags said, coming back into the room with another letter. "There's something for you, too. Your mother just gave it to me." Shaking, Bob saw the same sender name on Betty's envelope. She opened it, not thinking of what it might be, and gave a happy shout of surprise. "Hey! It's an invitation for a cruise!" Bob opened his more boldly to discover the same thing.
In two other homes in Riverview, two other teenagers recieved cruise invitations. Barnacle Bay, Hidden Springs, Lunar Lakes, in all four teenagers were invited. Lucky Palms: Sunlit Tides; Monte Vista; Aurora Skies; Sunset Valley; Twinbrook; Bridgeport; Appaloosa Plains; and Moonlight Falls. Fifty-two teenage people, each group of four, would all be boarding a luxury cruise the next morning.
Chapter 3: Aboard
A line of fourteen cruise ships cut through the deep blue sea, each about a day's travel apart. It was early summer, with just a few pearly clouds left over from spring. The first ship in the line was carrying Riverview teens, then Barnacle Bay, then Hidden Springs; all over SimNation, every culture. Bob Newbie stood, leaning on the railing above the figurehead, which was a woman carrying a scroll that read, in Latin, "Obsequar in omnibus regis scientiam." Betty stood with him, watching for land. Bob was perfectly happy.
On other ships, teens felt differently. Bart Inkbeard was hopping mad, the ship should be in front. "We're from Barnacle Bay, for Pete's sake! Sailing is our thing!" he vented to his girlfriend, Serena, while he flipped eggs angrily. "It's okay, Bart. It's not a horrible problem. Besides, can you imagine a better place to be?" Serena said happily. A lot of couples had been selected on the cruise, as well as siblings, and no one knew why.
While Serena soothed her temperamental lover, Annie Tong of Hidden Springs stayed shyly in her room. With so many teenagers on board, someone would get soaked, and she didn't want it to be her.
In the fourth ship back, Lunar Lakes, Christa Landgraab was homesick. She missed her boyfriend, Finn, and her siblings Chris and Chrissie. Being a clone and all, she naturally wanted to stay close to her DNA-group. And Christina, too, was missed. But Christa had wanted to try something different, and this was her chance. Why complain?
One ship behind her, Ethan Tanner slept. It was better than living in fear of the water surrounding him and constantly throwing up from the swaying of the ship. Besides, there were no instruments on board, so he couldn't really do anything and enjoy it. But Ethan wrote happy letters home for his family. He was nice like that.
Whilst Martin sat in the corner worrying about home and him mother coping without him and sister, having no one to comfort her. He was also watching his sister trying to flirt with Alastair with no luck.
In the ship carrying the passengers of Monte Vista, the pizza-cooking heavily-accented town in the hills, Hudson Thomas stayed in his room chatting with friends overseas. He wished he knew more people aboard this ship.
From Auroa Skies, a girl named Cassidy Wrede {pronounced Red} played vollyball onboard, playfully, but rather childishly, teasing her opponents.
On the Sunset Valley boat, Michael Bachelor talked on the phone with his precious little sister, the future mother of Alexander, Bella Bachelor. She missed him already.
Chase Bayless, as athletic as the rest of the family she left in Twinbrook, enjoyed the fishing opportunity the boat afforded. She would be sure to catch something special. The other Twinbrook people were in the swimming pool, swimming and sunbathing and managed to get Chase in the pool at least once.
Kaitlen Ashenburg of Bridgeport mused over the conversation she had had with her mother before she left. Leah, unlike most parents, actually worried about her daughter's good nature. The day of departure, she had said cryptic things about "you are what you are" and "making the best of bad surprises". Kate had got the impression that she was supposed to figure it out over the cruise, to simplify things when she got home, but she was mystified. She yanked her denim hat off of her head and twisted it in her hands. Her mother had seemed so worried. Good Kate wanted to help, somehow, but she couldn't because she didn't understand.
Cruz Martingale on the Appaloosa Plains ship was grumpy as always. His mother would likely do something stupid and actually start something with one of the men she was always bringing over. And the ship was too big; it took forever simply to walk to the edge to drop something in the water. Still, being at home was worse, with his Mom's guy friends. And he was fairly sure that she'd soon start dating a man named Kanoa Parrott. He snorted at the thought.
In the second ship from the end, the one carrying Starlight Shores passengers, Mandy Best tried to stay away from one particular passenger:Natasha Gooder. All the Bests hated all the Gooders; that's how it worked. Mandy was glad that she wasn't alone in her hatred for the Gooders, her brother Calvin was on board too. He didn't try as hard to stay away from the rival family, though. It was very odd.
At the tail of the procession, Emelie Van Gould, a Moonlight Falls girl, stayed out of the sun. It was no secret that she, like all other Van Goulds, was a vampire.
The fourteen cruise ships sailed on through the ocean.
Chapter 4: Newcomer
Pearl Inkbeard stood quietly at the grand hall of Sovereign Alexander I. It was very grand and massive. She thought about all the homeless people in the Simnation and how this very hall could house thousands. She had her suitcase in one hand and in the other the letter sent to her by Alexander calling on her to care for the prince, Alexander II. She worried about her parents and her grandparents and how they would cope without her and Bart. Bart was going on a luxury cruise whilst she was stuck taking care of a prince.
Suddenly Alexander came in and all her thoughts went out the window.
"You must be the new nanny," he said.
"Yes, I have your letter right here, O great Watcher," she replied respectfully, hiding her seething at a man who somehow got 52 teenagers to kill each other in an island.
"Good, good. I have very important rules. First, no filling Alexander's mind with foolish things such as fairy tales, he need solid facts which will help in later life when he's king. Second, follow his timetable correctly, you will see it in his room. Lastly, don't try to befriend him. Understand?"
"Yes, thank you for this for this generous job, sir."
"This way," Alexander Sr said, showing her to her charge's room.
Pearl walked into Alexander's room, which was filled with books. The floor was oak and there was a bed at the end of the room.The curtains were made out of red velvet. There were no posters on the walls, no color in the room. It didn't look like a child's room, it looked my like a office. She saw Alexander working at his desk. He quickly glanced at her. His face said all, you can see sorrow, pain and loneliness all over it. She felt sorry for this young boy, who did nothing yet was tormented by his own father.
"Hello?" she asked softly, almost afraid to intrude, he looked so fragile.
"Sorry, I can't talk to you, I have to revise the mistakes on the civil war accounts for another 4 hours, see. Look at the timetable," Alexander said, a hint of anguish in his voice. What child would want to study a horror story with their father as the villain?
Alexander I was watching the boats sail. The screen then quickly changed to Barnacle Bay. How could that happen? thought Alexander. There was never anything wrong with T.V... Unless... The TV only changed when someone spoke about Alexander in mean way. He glanced again and saw the Goldbeard family. They were shouting at a camera, but how did they know where a camera was? They were shouting about unfairness about how the Inkbeard family won the cruise and not them. Alexander soon thought of what to do. He pressed a green button and soon Kidd Goldbeard got struct by lightning. That stopped them.
Was he too harsh? Would Mortimer have done that? Mortimer was his role-model in life. Mortimer only made one mistake in life: marrying Bella, who would eventually just walk into a spaceship and leave them all behind. Nothing got in the way of Mortimer's work, he was successful scientist who discovered the key of immortal life. He also helped build the time-machine. What would Mortimer do now? Alexander looked across his table, there were several buttons.
One of the buttons was very important, when he pressed the button it would broadcast the Goth games across every TV in SimNation. But he had to be careful, he had to make sure the people were too far out to be rescued, and that no one know how they got there. Then the games would begin...
Chapter 5: A Horrifying Arrival
Bob Newbie stood at the railing of the Riverview ship, holding Betty's hand and pondering the small mound of land in the distance. The captain had told them that this would be a sea-only venture, without any stops on land, but here they were, cruising straight for an island. Thinking about the captain turned his mind to the government that was Sovereign Alexander I. It was puzzling. Why would someone who opressed the cities enough to put fifty-two teenagers on an island to fight for their lives turn around and give away a cruise vacation to so many?
It came to him as he turned in for the night. With a yelp of anguish, he ran in his sleepwear to Betty's room, pounding on the door. She opened it sleepily, then woke up as she saw the look on Bob's face. "What's wrong? Come in," she said worriedly. "Betty! We're going to be the people in the Goth Battles!" he exclaimed. "What makes you think that? Bob, what happened? You're scaring me," Betty whimpered. "It just makes too much sense for it not to be true," he continued rapidly. "Fifty-two people on thirteen cruise ships. Fifty-two people in the Battles from thirteen towns. We are the contestants. This ship is heading for the arena." Betty paled. "We have to tell somebody. Everybody. We can't kill each other, Laurel and Max are our friends! We have to tell them tonight; tomorrow we might be on the island."
Bob had managed to gather a sleepy, pajama-wearing pair that were the other passengers on the main deck. "Whadd'you want?" A sleepy Max McDermott asked. "I have just realized something. We are going to be fighters in the Goth Battles. There are fifty-two special passengers on the line of cruise ships, and fifty-two contestants in the Battles. We are the Riverview contestants." "But everyone knows that the contestants are dropped from a spaceship onto the island," Laurel Grisby objected. "That's just a theory. No one knows for sure how they get there. That island in the distance," Bob continued, pointing to the strip of land, illuminated by the full moon, "is the arena. We all have to promise not to fight." "Why would we do that?" Laurel asked irritably, bitter over her thoughts of never finding love. "It's our only chance to get out. We'll all die in there anyway, so what's the point of having scruples?" "So that we won't lose ourselves in there. Killing each other would make us like Alexander." "So what?" Laurel continued, on a roll now. "Alexander's the one with a palace and people doing whatever he wants and we're the ones who work for him. Which is better off?" "That's not the point!" Betty cried, feeling bad for Bob, and especially Laurel. She knew what was making Laurel talk that way. "Listen," Max said, trying to calm the group. "We're probably not going to be in the arena anyway. This is just a coincedence. Let's all go to bed." Dejected, Bob went back to his room.
The next day, the first ship crashed.
The Riverview ship was curving around the island when it happened, hiding itself from the other cruise ships. Bob and Betty were talking over last night's events, Max was working out, and Laurel was painting the beautiful island. Suddenly, the ship swerved to the side, breaking the front on a rock. The captain ordered everybody out, and Bob and Betty were white with fear. They knew this was coming. From nowhere a rocketship with Alexander's insignia on it appeared, letting down a beam that lifted the broken cruise ship into the air. It vanished again with a flash of light.
For Riverview, the Battle had begun.
Chapter 6: The Island
Instant panic broke out over the group. Betty broke into tears. Laurel screamed. Everyone started talking at once. "We should kill ourselves now! Better than suffering here!" Laurel shouted. "We have to try to survive without killing each other! We can't let our families watch us die!" Maximus yelled. "Oh my god! Oh my god! No! We're all going to die!" Betty wailed. "There has to be a way out! A portal, or a tunnel, or a ship or...Something!" Bob said frantically. While they were wrapped up in their fear, unwitting of how it would get under their skin and change them, another ship sailed towards the arena.
"Fat, lazy idiots!" Bart Inkbeard howled. "They said no stops on land, and we're going straight to an island! Stupid sons of--" "Bart, it's okay, maybe we're just stopping for repairs. We'll be okay." Selena said."You, maybe. Me, NO! I could just kick that captain in the stomach!" "Shhh, sh sh sh," Selena soothed, as though he was a toddler in a tantrum. "Why don't we go sit down outside somewhere and you can just vent to me?" Venting didn't help the next day, though, when the ship crashed into the arena.
Fear is more powerful than people give it credit for. In extreme cases, it gets under someone's skin and turns him into a killer in a matter of minutes. No one knew that was what made Max McDermott leave the camp.
"I'm just going to find some food," Max called as he strode away from camp. "In the middle of the night?" Betty asked. "Yeah, before the other boats start to show up. We need all we can get." Max was leaving because he knew his strengths were their strengths. With his athletic skill, they would be less likely to die. Without him, all they would have was Laurel, who was nearly nothing next to his power. Suddenly feeling that they knew what he was doing, he sprinted into the jungle. He broke a long, thin branch off of a tree, and with a few scrapes of a stone at one end, he had created a spear. Ease yourself into it, he thought, laughing quietly in a choking way. Wait for the Hidden Springs kids. Little hippies-- easy. Spending their whole lives in what's practically a resort, they won't know what hit them. Get the other Riverviews later. Let them know that you're different now so they won't try to fix anything. Scrambling up a tree, Max managed to get several hours of a dreamless sleep before the ship carrying residents of Barnacle Bay crashed. Eight contestants, all living. The battle was growing.
Bart, Selena, Jonah and Patty were all standing in shock, watching the wreck of their ship be carried away, when Bart's phone began to ring. "Put me on speakerphone," a refined, self-satisfied voice said. Bart obeyed. "This is Sovereign Alexander the First. Welcome, Patty, Selena, Jonah, and Bart, to the Goth Battles. All bets are off, all friendships dissolved. That goes for between Selena and Bart, and Patty and Selena. Keeping these ties would be worse than futile." There was a collective gasp as what Alexander was saying struck home. "Enjoy the bloodbath if you can! Believe me, I will." Alexander hung up, leaving nothing but a buzz behind.
Chapter 7: Tormented
"Are the Goth games a successs?" Alexander asked his guest.
"Yes, Oh mighty Watcher," Rainflower Ivy replied carefully. Why was he here? What reason did Alexander have in bringing him to the fortress? It occurred to him that for now, he was probably better off not knowing.
"Have you watched them?"
"Yes, with my family. We watch it every day at 6:00, to see who has died and the highlights."
"Of course you do, it's the law. Do you have a child in it?"
"No."
"Do you have any children?"
"Yes, two. My daughter Daydream and my son Peanut." Rainflower was starting to get scared. The last thing he wanted was to have a conversation about his children with a psychopathic king.
"Isn't a shame they aren't in it?" This was the moment Alexander was looking forward to in the conversation. He hated seeing close families especially the hippie types who were kind and caring. What kind of name was Rainflower? Now his guest was trapped; whichever answer he gave his children would die."Isn't it?" Alexander pressed.
"Yes, it's a shame."
"Well that can easily be repaired. There is an empty island to the south. I will put them there," Alexander said with a smile.
Suddenly Rainflower got on his knees and begged.
"PLEASE, TAKE ME INSTEAD. NOT MY CHILDREN, SPARE THEM."
Alexander had been waiting for this moment. Now he could destroy this family and make them all suffer.
"Ok, why don't take you and your wife into this room and we can discuss it."
"Thank you, Oh great watcher, you are truly magnificent."
Alexander pressed a button and Annalove appeared in the room. They hugged each other and he lead them into a small room. There were two special chairs. They both sat on one. Instantly they were chained to the chair and there face was held in a position. Alexander came up and pressed a button, which made little metal wires came out and went on to their eyes. To make sure they never closed, not even to blink. Annalove screamed.
"You monster, what have done to me and Rainflower?" she shrieked.
"He asked me to, didn't you?" Alexander replied.
"Rainflower, is that true?"
"Annalove, he said he was going to kill our children instead, so I asked him to take me instead. I didn't know he would just kill us both," Rainflower cried in anguish.
"You think that's what I'm doing? I sent your kids to a different Island. They will fight to the death and you will watch them." He clicked a button and huge screen came out, showing one child on one half of the screen and the other on the other half. He knew that the close brother and sister would never kill each other, so naturally, their minds were being controlled. What better way to suffer than watch your children die? Now to check on the heir to the throne, Alexander's clone-son.
He went back to the office and switched the TV on. He changed the TV to Alexanders room and watched what he was doing. He was doing his homework while his nanny was writing. Good. He was glad they didn't interact. If someone has a place in your heart, they can walk away and leave nothing but a hole.
He had had a girlfriend a lot older than him and she also broke his heart, just like Lucy Burb. Her name was Angela Pleasant. The girl who broke Alexander's heart for the second and last time.
Why did I date her, was I desperate? thought Alexander. He knew the reason, much as he didn't like it: he had had a crush on her. She was the prettiest and sweetest girl in the school. He was the ugliest and nerdiest boy. He later found out that he was nothing but an instrument of revenge: Angela had dated him to get back at her ex-boyfriend, Dustin Broke. He had broken up with her, thinking that he could do better. Anglea wanted to show she had put him on the same level as a geek, to get back at him. She dated him for a week, until Anglea got back with Dustin without a thought of Alexander.
Alexander got fed up with not being popular, everyone treating him like dirt, especially Anglea and Dustin. He decided to kill them, slowly and painfully. He locked them in seprate rooms next to each other with only a small barred window to see each other. He left there for a month, and no one saw them again...
Chapter 8: Coping
"Max still isn't back," Bob Newbie announced, coming back into camp. "He's not dead, I think. His body isn't around, and there are signs in the jungle that a human went through there." "Well, we have other problems," Laurel said grimly. "Barnacle Bay kids are here...across the island, but here. I saw the spaceship with the wreck of their boat." "****," Bob said. "Competition." "Oh, the joy of a little friendly rivalry," Betty said sarcastically, despite her fear and anguish over killing or being killed. In fact, she was almost crying. "Those Barnacle Bay kids...Hauling up fish all their lives...better chances," She sniffled. "What do we have? Nothing. Not even unity." No one tried to argue with her. It was true. This alliance was only tied together by the fact that they had had no competition. Now, with lives truly at stake, this small bond would be picked apart like a corpse with vultures. Everyone knew that. In fact, Laurel was growing hostile towards Betty. She didn't trust her. A little goody-two-shoes with a perfect love relationship...In every Battle before, that type had become serious killers. Laurel didn't trust Betty to be any different. In fact, Laurel wanted to leave the camp. She had her suspicions about where Max had gone, though, so she wanted to wait until he was farther away. Athletic as Laurel was, Max was stronger. And she knew it.
The alpha of Riverview sprinted through the jungle. His destination was in sight: One of the many small mounds of supplies on the arena. A pouch no doubt filled with food, a scimitar as long as his forearm, and other pouches. Taking all of them would be imprudent; carrying them around would be difficult. As he bent to scoop up two bags and the scimitar, he froze, the provisions in his hands. Slowly straightening, he saw a shipwreck with four teenagers standing in front of it. A spaceship appeared, lifting the wreck into the air. A chunk was left behind, but the spaceship was already gone. Since the Barnacle Bay ship had arrived, these kids must be from Hidden Springs. Max almost laughed out loud. As pathetic as he had expected, they stood confused and scared in a huddle. Tonight, Max thought gleefully as he turned and silently walked away, I'll put them out of their misery.
The teenagers of Barnacle Bay weren't taking Alexander's news well. Patty Abe and Jonah Lai were crying. Serena held in her tears with fortitude, but she gripped Bart's hand tightly. Bart himself stood angrily, proud of his refusal to break down, strong in his determination to save Serena as well as himself. "Serena!" he yelled, regardless that she was right next to him. It was hard to hear a slight catch in his voice when he yelled. She bit her lip and turned to look at him. He put his arms around her waist. "Serena, you have to stay alive. You can't break down and cry. You have to keep moving. Don't let anyone kill you." "Bart, you talk like you're leaving," Serena whispered. "I am. I have to. At least one of us has to become a killer. I won't let it be you, and I doubt it will be those." He jerked his head at Patty and Jonah. "But can't you stay? Why do you have to leave in order for you to win?" "No. I'm sorry, but having four under-trained people around isn't a plan for success. I'll come back, Serena, I swear. Then we will win." "'We'," Serena whispered wistfully, as if it was the name of a beautiful place she would never reach. "'We' can't win, Bart. 'We' is not in the equation of the Goth Battles. Once you come back, then what?" "I don't know," Bart said desperately. He wanted to commit suicide once everyone was dead, but Serena would never agree to that if she knew. She'd kill herself first. "We won't do anything. If the Battles go on too long without a death, Alexander would have to let us both win. Please, Serena, just let me go." Tears filled Serena's eyes. She stroked his cheek, but nodded. With a long, meaningful kiss to her, Bart ran towards the jungle. "Bart!" Serena screamed. He turned and looked at him. "Bart, I love you," she called. "And...Win. For us." Bart nodded, tears in his own eyes now, and continued into the jungle.
The Hidden Springs kids stood stunned as Alexander's message faded into the buzz of a phone with no one on the other end. "The Goth Battles..." It was on everyones' mind, but Annie was the only one who voiced it. "The cruise...trap...arena...dead," she mumbled incoherently. Suddenly, she screamed at the silent group. "**** this! I'm not leaving!" She climbed back inside the chunk of the cruise ship. The others seemed to come back to life. "Annie! You can't do that!" Emmit Preston called. "The other contestants will find you!" Sidney Shawkti cried out. "How will you make it? There's no food in there!" Charlie Winterly warned. "I'm going to nap," Annie said stubbornly. "Call me tomorrow if you want to persuade me." With a collective sigh, the Hidden Springs kids, minus Annie, headed off to find supplies.
They couldn't have known that not one but two contestants were setting their sights on them.
Chapter 9: A Pact
Bart Inkbeard had made his peace with his role as one of the first killers in the Battles. It was for Serena. After everyone was dead, he would kill himself, making it look like food poisoning or a wild animal had done him in. Serena would be declared Champion of the Nineteenth Goth Battles. She would go home to riches and her choice of a list of prizes, be it guarantees that someone would or would never be a contestant, an opportunity to be in the Battles again with the scales tipped in her favor, or any Battle-related thing she asked-- as long as the Battles would still continue after her wish was granted. There was one legendary but hated psychopathic 17 year old girl who demanded that three of her enemies would be in the arena, and that she'd go back in. No one knew how she got four wishes, maybe Alexander sensed her plan would be terrifying for people to watch, but she ended up in the arena eating roasted enemies. She won again, then killed herself the moment they began to announce her victory. Bart hoped his leaving and eventual death wouldn't drive Serena insane. It was necessary. Patty and Jonah wouldn't make it; he could see it in their faces. He knew it. If anyone from Barnacle Bay would survive, it would be him. But he wanted to change that, even if it meant slaughtering a group of under-trained Hidden Springs kids. Tonight, when the sun was down, he would attack.
Max knew he was going crazy. He thought it was giving him an edge. Take that girl from Twinbrook who cooked her enemies. If she hadn't been stupid enough to kill herself, she would have been golden. Now, starting with the massacre of the idiotic Hidden Springs kids, he would make himself a legend. Maximus McDermott, the Champion of the Nineteenth Goth Battles, Alpha of Riverview. He could be a celebrity, with money, fame, girls, whatever he wanted. No matter if everyone hated him; it would be a crime to say so. All he needed was to start somewhere, prefferably with the biggest pansy from Hidden Springs. Tonight, when the sun was down, he would attack.
The three Hidden Springs teenagers that weren't still in the boat tried glumly to start a fire in a small ditch, not knowing that it would be a beacon for two contestants on the hunt. Emmit Preston got the twigs in the ditch to catch the spark from the chunks of rock, and a fire crackled to live, illuminating three lonely, regretful, bleak faces. They all worried about Annie. Sidney was sure she was dead already. Emmit thought she was turning into a brutal threat without them holding her back. Charlie believed she was trying to kill herself. None of them thought she was doing well. They weren't even thinking of their own safety.
Bart Inkbeard attacked first.
With a fierce determination to think of them as nothing at all, he charged with the weapon he'd found: A club with a single blade emerging from the end. Hearing panicked screams, Maximus, hidden nearby, attacked as well, hoping to earn at least some credit for the first few deaths. His spear he dropped in his haste, but it didn't matter. With a swift movement he had Charles Winterly in a headlock. With a jerk and a sickening snap, Charlie is the first in the Goth Battles to die. Sidney screamed and ran, but Bart swung at her ankle. It dislocated and she fell to the ground, shrieking. Bart forced emptiness into his mind as he drove the blade of his club into her chest. With a final bloody scream, Sidney was dead. Emmit roared and lept at Bart, pushing him down onto the leg of Sidney's body. Emmit tore at Bart's clothes and face, and Bart tried desperately to get free. With a gleam in his eye, Maximus picked up Bart's club, intending to drive the end through Emmit and into Bart. He overestimated it's length. It pierced Emmit, and he gasped, coughing blood into Bart's face before going limp. As far as Bart and Max knew, Hidden Springs was done for. They assumed the fourth was already dead somewhere. Max looked at Bart, then at the club imbedded in Emmit. Then he saw a way to double his kills yet still win: make an alliance and end it with Bart's death. "Pact?" Max asked. Bart nodded. Everyone knew what that meant. A pact was an agreement to kill together, always together, until the pact was disolved which only happened in the case of death. If you wished to end a pact, you had to kill your ally. It was serious. There was almost never more than one in one Battle. Giving pact was a show of weakness. If the pact was rejected, the person who gave it would likely get killed the next second. But not Max McDermott. He knew that. Bart knew that. And so a pact was formed.
Chapter 10: Dragon Valley
Alexander II watched the Goth Battles with his horrified nanny. Pearl couldn't believe what her brother was doing. Alexander I had artfully only allowed her in after Bart's goodbye to Serena.
"Pearl, can you see what Bart did wrong?" Alex II asked.
"No, what did he do wrong?" Pearl quavered. "Bart showed his weak point by allowing Maximus to have control of the pact. He lacks the confidence to win," Alex said wisely.
Pearl stood in awe and horror at his calm, almost laconic words. How could this child watch people kill each other thinking it was normal? He even corrected their mistakes. She needed to help this child. He was literally just like his father, being a clone raised in a controlled way. No one needed another Sovreign Alexander. Not even young Alex himself.
Meanwhile, Alexander I was busy watching the ages of the contestants pop up on the screen. That happened so people could bet who would win and lose. The younger ones didn't usually get votes. The Barnacle Bay ages popped up. Alexander froze. Something gone horribly wrong. If anyone realized his mistake, his image of being all-knowing would collapse. Something must be done.
Contestant Patty Abe was 24. Only teenagers were allowed in this game, partially because of Bella's teenage brother, and the fact she would be of age soon. There had always been an age restriction. Once Alexander sent children to the Goth games, but it failed because they didn't kill each other. But he had never made a mistake in something as serious as the Goth Battles before. Alexander tapped his fingers nervously on the table. He had to do something. What if the people Barnacle Bay knew Patty's true age? In a burst of confidence they would rebel and overthrow him! He had to get rid of them, but he also had to make it look like an accident to avoid rage from other towns. You can't blow them all up. The Barnacle Bay people in the games would die anyway, so it didn't matter if they had a home to return to. A brilliant plan came into Alexander's twisted mind: he would let out a deadly gas that would poison them all. Alexander pressed the intercom button and gave orders for the gas tanks, reserved for a revolution, to be punctured. The gas spread across the town, and while they shook, vomited and coughed, the people of Barnacle Bay died as the poison took away their breath.
Alexander had once destroyed another city, but with more flair. It was called Dragon Valley. Dragon Valley was fairly medieval. The citizens dressed and acted as though it was 1320, but they still had mobile phones and other modern things. When Alexander took over, none of Dragon Valley was happy, to say the least, especially the 'king' of Dragon Valley. When Alexander's soldiers came over to tell them Alexander was the Emperor, Seamus and his followers planned to ambush them and burn the flags. However, Fintan Mithrilen betrayed them and told Alexander their plans. Alexander in return warned him of his plans to bomb the town. When Fintan heard that, e made a plan to save the town. If the whole town was destroyed he wouldn't get to rule anything. Fintan knew the blind-spots of the cameras, so he invited the town to one of the biggest blind-spots. They planned to move underground. They planned to build a base of an underground town. This time Fintan didn't betray them, instead he tried to delay Alexander bombing them.
A month passed and Alexander got impatient and told Fintan his plan to bomb them in the middle of the night so none would escape. Fintan told them what he heard, that it was next week, but in fact it was that night. Alexander didn't want Fintan to escape and didn't trust him. In Twinbrook, one could see the explosion.
On Thursday in June all breaths were stilled
On Thursday in June Alexander had killed
On Thursday in June Dragon Valley went boom
On Thursday in June Dragon Valley met its tomb
On Thursday in June the bombs came
On Thursday in June Dragon Valley became one flame
On Thursday in June the bombs fell down
On Friday in June Dragon Valley was not a town
-A durge sung every second Thursday of June in rememberance of those who died unbroken.
Chapter 11:Survival or Love
It was getting dark and the Hidden Springs kids hadn't returned. Annie was getting worried. She heard voices and it terrified her. She crept back into the remainder of the shipwreck when something snapped and she fell into the ocean. Luckily, no one heard her yelp. She quickly swam back up, forcing herself not to scream. Then, she spotted something in the water; a kitchen knife. Without thinking, she grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket. Annie knew that if she was going to survive she would need food. She climbed out of the wreck and headed into the jungle. Jonah decided he would go out to look for food while Patty and Serena hid up in a tree. Jonah headed into the jungle, not knowing he was being followed. He tripped, and fell down a small hill, into a stream. Getting up, he noticed a large barrel. He smashed a hole in the top and found it was full of fresh fruit! As he was about to roll it back, a knife was plunged through his back, killing him instantly. As the body fell, a terrified Annie Tong stood holding a kitchen knife, trying to take in what she had done. She knew others would be around, so she rolled the barrel back towards the shipwreck.
When she got back, she knew she was in danger. The Lunar Lakes ship had arrived, not fifty yards from her shipwreck.
Laurel sprinted into the jungle, looking everywhere for food. She knew she had to find some, everyone was getting hungry, and irritable. Suddenly she spotted a container and a bottle of milk hanging from a tree branch. Sge got up the tree as fast as she could and untied the items. On her way back to Bob and Betty, she tripped on something and spilt the milk into a stream. When she looked, she realised it was a body. The body of Jonah Lai. Horrified that the body was just left there, she began checking it for items. Soon after, she noticed a small dagger in his shoe, and grabbed it. This could come in handy, she thought.
She made her way through the jungle. Cutting the vines away from her face and avoiding a look at anything that looked yummy. In a pervious Goth game, Alexander made all the food there poisonous and you would die slowly and painfully if you ate one of the foods. The only foods that weren't poisonous was a small box filled with food enough for four. A small mutated rabbit hopped in front of her. At least it hopped before she stabbed it with the dagger. Throughout the way back to base she killed quite a lot animals. Betty and Bob would be pleased.
"I love you so much, Bob," Laurel heard Betty say as she approached camp.
"I love you too," was the reply. It was Bob.
"Lets hope Laurel doesn't find us," Betty continued
"Why?"
"She has a crush on you, she told me."
Laurel stood behind a tree, watching them. She saw it all, Betty had betrayed her, she told Betty she had a crush on Bob when she was little and Betty promised not to tell Bob. And wha was worst was that they were actually kissing, she spend ages catching food to come here and find them doing something as useless, and painful for Laurel, as kissing. The Goth games are about survival, not love. Laurel held the dagger in her hand saying to herself,
"When the time is right the predator will kill the prey. But for now I will find the prey weakest spot and use it to my advantage. I will win the Goth games and not even love will stand in my way, nothing..."
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