Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, a RPing board loosely based off of Koshun Takami's Battle Royale, with its own unique plot and spin on the 'deadly game'. We've been around quite a while, and are now in our thirteenth year, so don't worry about us going anywhere any time soon!

If you're a newcomer and interested in joining, then please make sure you check out the rules. You may also want to read the FAQ, introduce yourself and stop by the chat to meet some of our members. If you're still not quite sure where to start, then we have a great New Member's Guide with a lot of useful information about getting going. Don't hesitate to PM a member of staff (they have purple usernames) if you have any questions about SOTF and how to get started!

Let the games begin!

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
All the Untested Virtue; Private
Topic Started: Dec 14 2010, 09:59 PM (1,989 Views)
banthesun
Member Avatar
I am but two years old, and a robot... It is hopeless.
[ *  *  * ]
((William Sears continued from Just Close Your Eyes))

In the darkness of the mines a lanky figure crept. Will's torch was off, and he kept his stick extended in front of him. After three days without proper food or rest his mind was a blur. He had barely cried when he'd heard Dom's name on the morning's announcement, and that bothered him. Will was scared and tired, and now he was walking through a set of old tunnels in the dark. He was sure there was a point to that.

He wasn't sure how much of what he was doing had a point. It had been three days since he'd woken up in his little clearing, head a bustle with plans for everyone. Three days of wandering and hiding. He hadn't saved anyone. He hadn't even found his friends! And now people were dying. Will had never imagined SOTF to be a fairytale, but how useless he'd turned out to be was really starting to weigh on his mind. What if he woke tomorrow to hear Bounce's name on the announcements? Or another one of his friends? This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.

Will's thoughts lay heavy on his mind as he stumbled through the dark. Occasionally he stumbled over a rock or felt his stick hit the wall of the tunnel ahead of him but still he didn't turn on his torch. The darkness had a calming effect, and he felt proud of his skill in navigating the darkness. A while ago he'd seen a body. He hadn't even stopped to check it. Now Will knew he had to be sneaky.
Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
banthesun
Member Avatar
I am but two years old, and a robot... It is hopeless.
[ *  *  * ]
Hands brush against walls, feet brush against rocks, and slowly Will pushed himself into the darkness. Footsteps somewhere in the tunnel added weight to the fear that had assailed Will constantly since he had first awoken on this island. Still he pushed onwards, not by the courage to face the danger in front of him, but by the fear that whatever would be lurking behind him would be just as horrible. Will's hand gripped tight on the stick he'd been carrying since he'd arrived. Time had worn its grip smooth, with it barely leaving his hand for long enough to eat. It was comforting, despite its uselessness as a weapon. Will felt some kind of attachment to it, developed over the course of this nightmare.

An attachment to a damn stick. Attachment to a hat and a jacket. What bullshit. This wasn't supposed to be how it happened. They were just meant to be his hero's garb. He was meant to have found Bounce and everyone. He'd have protected them. He'd have lead them to safety. He wouldn't have ended up wandering around in the dark as his friends died around him, crying and clutching a stick. A stick that was his companion on this island. How fucked up was that. He was connecting with objects instead of people. Will thought of the teddy bear still stuffed in his bag. Perhaps those bastards had some kind of point. Perhaps they were showing everyone who they truly were inside.

How disgusting.

When the light flashed on in front of Will there was no time for thought. Instincts kicked in and Will struck out immediately. There was no rage behind his attack, nor hatred. Will didn't have any intention to hurt; he just wanted to push whatever was so close to him away. And so he swung his makeshift weapon up across his body, lanky arms reaching towards the light before he even realised what he was doing.
Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
banthesun
Member Avatar
I am but two years old, and a robot... It is hopeless.
[ *  *  * ]
Will felt his attack connect, and immediately recoiled. Apologies sprung to his lips, but he stumbled, horrified at his action. But before he could take any sort of action the handle of a sword was thrust towards his face.

The ridiculous nature of the situation did not escape Will, but it would take more than that to prevent him seizing such an obvious opportunity. Grabbing the sword with both hands and giving a solid tug.

Strangely, the sword did not come free of the other person's grip, and Will felt it being pulled away from him. It seemed his opponent had a firm hold on the blade of the sword, as much as that seemed unnatural to Will. Was the sword just a replica, or was the boy crazy enough to hold on no matter what it did to his hand. Will struggled to keep a grip on the weapon, with his stick wedged between his palms and the handle. The other boy was leading him about, twisting and turning to try and dislodge Will. If his hand slipped he could be dead in an instant; too much was at stake.

As the two students engaged in their desperate dance, Will caught glances of his opponent's face. In the spinning light of his torch the boy's face looked almost inhuman. Dirt, shadows, and blood combined to make an unsettling mask, through which Will could almost see the face of one of his classmates. They hadn't even spoken a word. Where was this game driving them?

Then in an instant the boy pushed. The stick shifted in Will's hand and his grip faltered. The sword through past his hands and impacted against his head. Pain blossomed across his face and he felt a warm liquid ooze onto his face. It wasn't until Will felt the nub of the hand guard catch on the inside of his skull did he realise that he'd been hit in the eye. The horror clenched his stomach till Will felt ready to spew, and he started screaming. He was cut short as he was hit again, this time on side of his temple by the swords hilt. Will fell to the ground, his head impacting hard against the stone floor.

In a blurry haze he scrabbled for his stick, or a rock, or anything to stop this boy murdering him. His hand closed around a loose stone as the boy brought the handle down on his head.

Mercifully, Will's death was fast. He didn't have time to contemplate anything but the pain.

B085 SEARS, WILLIAM - ELIMINATED
Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
DealsFor.me - The best sales, coupons, and discounts for you
« Previous Topic · The Tunnels · Next Topic »
Add Reply