Battle Royale Fan Fiction ❯ Battle Royale: All American High School ❯ Weakness of Desire ( Chapter 9 )

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Chapter 9: Weakness of Desire

 

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How long has it been since I killed Hannah? Let's see, that was last night. The sun had only been down for awhile. Maybe six o'clock or so? Hmm, not sure. Let's see during the morning announcements, Mr. Stephens said it was seven o'clock. I think it was about an hour ago. Not sure. It's not a big deal, but it's probably a good idea to keep track of time. I've been running on adrenalin since last night. It's like a great rolling coaster. Have you ever had that feeling? It's like being really horny and excited all at once. But, I gotta' say, this is better then sex. Can you believe you'd ever hear those words come out of Ashley Nixion's mouth? Yeah… This is a fucking rush. For a fact, I haven't let go of my axe since then, maybe that says I'm really enjoying this.

 

Maybe I am a little mistake of society. The dark corner. Who cares? I'm having a good time.

 

I've been hearing gunshots around the island on and off all morning. They're very distinct sounds. One was loud and single. The other was fast and clicking. For a fact, that last one wasn't too long ago. Only maybe ten minutes or so. This is bad, but I can't help but think, someone else is having my fun.

 

Oh, well. I'm happy with my axe. A gun is a bit of a giveaway. Something like an axe is stealthy. Not that I would turn down the opportunity to use a gun if it came up, but for the moment, this is good.

 

Speaking of opportunity, here's one now. I've been walking in a hilly field for a while. The forest wasn't looking good to me. I decided this would be more fun. There is a slight drop in front. I look over the edge carefully. There is a small house sitting in the middle of the area. It seems strange to me. Build a house in the middle of a field so close to town. Maybe the people who lived here like isolation? Whatever. The house interest me less then what I see in front of it. Two boys sits on the deck. The first boy sits in a chair. He has pointy black hair and sits with his uniform jacket buttoned up. He has acme scattered all over his face. A decently sized hand-gun sits in his left hand. Hmm, that could be a problem. Across from the pointy haired boy another leans against the deck railing. He has bleached blond hair and is shorter then the other boy. He has a cleaner face and his uniform jacket is unbuttoned. I see a strange weapon sticking out of the railing next to him. It has a round handle and a thin pointed steel bar shooting out from the handle. I think that's an ice-pick.

 

Hmm, so Ashley, how are you going to handle this one? I could probably sneak up on them. I don't know their names but I do recognize them from class. They're failed jocks, really. Typical teenage boys. Prime interests are sex, sex, their own dicks, and sex. Why haven't I been involved with them? They seem like my type, ha-ha. Not like that matters anymore. Oh, well. Wasted chances all over the world. I should focus on taking out the boy with the gun first. That one worries me. The second guy shouldn't be too huge of an issue.

 

The edge is facing the house from the side. That gives me an advantage. I climb down the edge, carefully. Quickly, I ran toward the house. I flatten myself up against the left wall of the building and slowly sneak forward. Maybe if I can distract them I can get a shot in. I see some pebbles at my feet. I quickly sort through them to find the biggest one. I walk to the edge of the house and toss a stone. It lands on the far side of the deck. Just like I expected, the two boys take the bait. Their heads snap toward the opposite side of the deck.

 

“What the fuck was that?” The bleached blonde boy says.

 

“How the fuck should I know?” The boy with the gun says. He gets up and turns away.

 

Time to move, baby.

 

I sneak up to him and raise the axe. I can imagine the blade splitting his head up the middle. I can imagine the blood spurting out over me. I can imagine his body falling to the floor. I hear that satisfying thud the body makes when it hits a hard surface. I can imagine his friend freaking out and running for cover only for me to catch up with him and tear him apart too. I can feel my blood raising. The heat, the intensity. I can feel the rush. It's near. God, I want it so bad. This is how it is suppose to go.

 

The fake blond turns to around, just before I can strike. He screams and points.

 

“Michael, watch out!”

 

Oh, fuck.

 

The black haired boy turns and points his gun at me. We both freeze. The axe is centimeters away from his face and his gun isn't far from my face either. If either of us move, we'll both die. How am I going to handle this one?

 

Yeah, sometimes you got to play the hostage.

 

I put my hands over my head. The boy's eyes fill with confusion. I can also see him looking me over.

 

“Don't hurt me.” I say in my best innocent voice.

 

“Drop your weapon.” The boy speaks in a fairly deep voice. It sounds like he's been smoking cigarettes for a long time. I do what I'm told. I don't want to, but when you have a gun pointed in your face, your options tend to be pretty few and far in-between. I put it down carefully by my feet. The second boy runs over and picks it up. He is brandishes his ice-pick like it's something to be proud of.

 

The boy with the guy looks me over again. He reads my nametag.

 

“Ashley Nixion. Girl Number Fifteen.” He smiles at me and says, “Nice rack.”

 

The blond boy laughs. And walks closer to me. He smiles too. I realize both of these guys are drooling over my like wild dogs over a hunk of bloody steak.

 

Oh, so you want to play it like that? I'm okay with that.

 

I read over their name-tags. The boy with the gun and the bullet-proof voice is Michael Green II, Boy Number Twelve. The blonde short guy who is currently studying my tits is Brent Davis, Boy Number Ten. Brent looks at Michael and says.

 

“Looks like we caught us a real hot one.” He sounds like the pimp in some old gangster movies. A real rat.

 

Michael laughs again and then he spits out a brown liquid on the floor. Oh, great, he chews snuff. You can tell that these guys are a real class act.

 

“Yeah, I like this one. Not many girls have tried to kill me with an axe before. You think that means she wants me, Brent?”

 

Brent laughs again and smiles, “No, I think it means she wanted to kill you.”

 

They both laugh. God, I am all ready sick of these shit-eaters. Michael points the gun at my chest before spitting again. The glob of sick fluid lands on my shoe. Now I really want to tear this bastard's throat out, but I'm gonna' play along. I'm not gonna' let these losers kill me, that's for sure.

 

“What do you think we should do with, uh, Ashley here?” Michael says again.

 

“I don't know Michael. She's pretty damn fuck-able. I wouldn't just waste her,” he smiles at me and adds, “Not yet anyway.”

 

Michael laughs another fucking time. “Naw, I don't think we will.” He then beats me in the face with the butt of his gun. I hit the floor off the deck before he kicks me again. Then my mind goes blank and everything starts to fade out. Fucking shit…

 

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The next thing I feel is a cold air on my body, then I feel something tight around my writs and ankles. I open my eyes and see a ceiling fan spinning above me. I look around and notice I'm only in my bra and panties. I look around the room. It's a bed room and I happen to be tied to the bed. This is kinky shit. On a trunk at the far end of the bed, the gun, the ice-pick, and my axe sit. I look up to the doorway and see Brent and Michael talking. I think they're arguing. I feel around the ropes. Crap, these knots are tied really tight. I don't think I'll be working my way out of them, not yet anyway. My panties are still dry, so they haven't done anything to me yet.

 

I can over hear them. Michael says, “I fucking found her. I should get to fuck her.”

 

Brent counters, “Dude, you would be fucking dead now if I didn't point the bitch out! I should get first dibs just because you owe me your fucking ass!”

 

“Like that's got anything to do with it!”

 

“Yeah, it sure fucking does! I get to fuck her first!”

 

“Fuck you, Brent! I ain't having your sloppy seconds!” And Michael punctuates that great phrase by spitting out another spot of snuff.

 

The boys just look at each other for awhile, before Brent speaks again.

 

“Can we just fuck her at the same time? You know, a threesome deal? One of us in the ass, the other in the front?”

 

“Fuck no! I ain't looking at your dick!” Michael says as he removes a canister of chew from his pocket.

 

“How about we just flip a coin?”

 

“Do you have a coin?” Michael says.

 

“Of course I have a fucking coin! God, I'm not poor like you, Shit-Face!”

 

Michael punches him in the shoulder. “Just flip the goddamn coin Needle-Dick. I call heads.”

 

Brent takes out a coin and flips it in the air. This is gonna' sound weird, picking out which one of the so-called rapist I would take, but I want it to land on tales. At least Brent won't spit on me.

 

And I'm right. The coin lands on tales. Well, that's a relief. Er, sort of.

 

Brent laughs again and punches Michael back. “I win the pussy!” Brent shouts and practically dances into the room. Michael mutters something under his breath and walks back into the room, grabs his gun off the trunk and walks away, closing the door behind him.

 

Brent looks at me and smiles. I look at him and see that his teeth are yellow and brown, several of them rotting away. Oh, this guy is a charming.

 

It's about now a plan begins to form in my head. Hmm, maybe I can get out of this with a win. I smile back at him and blow a kiss. His expression changes. He looks worried.

 

“I hate to bust your bubble, but this isn't the first time I've been tied up like this.” I speak for the first time in what seems like ages.

 

Brent continues to seem worried before responding, “Yeah, I hear your kind of a slut.”

 

I smile. “Yeah, and proud of it too.”

 

Brent laughs and so do I. Got to keep in character.

 

“Don't worry though. I'm still tight, down there. Just because I've been pushed around a little, doesn't mean I don't know how to keep the boys happy.”

 

Brent's face becomes excited. “Really? What… Uh, what kind of thing do you know?”

 

I arch my back and stick my boobs out, “All kinds of things.” I say in my best seductress voice.

 

Brent begins to breathe faster. That's right, reel him in.

 

“So, how should we start?” I say while giving him the best sexy grin I can muster.

 

He stutters again, “Um, what way would be best?”

 

What? Are you stupid? I state the obvious. “I tied to the bed. I can't really pick any positions, Brent.”

 

Brent shakes his head, realizing I just prove how stupid he is, “Um, yeah, I mean, I knew that. I guess I'll just take you… Uh… From the front.”

 

I purr, “That would be nice.”

 

Brent shakes as he removes his uniform jacket and shirt. He pauses at the pants, as if that's the last bridge to cross. He's a virgin, anyone could tell.

 

“You're a virgin, aren't you?” I say.

 

He looks at me, very angry. He walks over and punches me in the face. To add effect, I yelp. Gotta' make him think I'm weaker then I really am.

 

“No, I'm not a fucking virgin!” I look him in the eyes and can tell he's lying. He's scared.

 

See, this is the thing you learn after being with enough guys. You have a natural power over them for one reason, you have something they want. Wars have started over that precious little spot. Guys are dumbass as soon as they know they have some sort of chance. Then they're yours. You can lead them around by the collars just because they want you. You may be nothing more then a piece of meat to them, but you still have control. That's the important thing.

 

He takes his pants off and I can see the bulge. He gulps and takes those off too. I moan at him, just the way he wants me too. Honestly, it's not that big. Pretty average. I look down at his dick then back at his face. His sweating.

 

“Put it in me, big guy. I want your big cock.” The porn star bit always gets them.

 

He climbs on top of me and slowly touches my bra. He fumbles with the clasp but, in usual fashion, can't undo it. There's my opening.

 

“I could help you if you untie me, Baby.”

 

Brent looks me in the eyes, unsure. Is he seeing through my act? The look of doubt in his eyes fades quickly, just like it always does, and he begins to work on the knots at my wrists. I guess he tied them because with a simple action they come off. Boy scout, maybe? I twist my hands around. Feels good to be free again.

 

I easily take off the bra, just like he easily took of the ropes. He stares at my breasts and feels them up. I fake a moan. I give him what he wants. Honestly, the kid is kind of cute. The whole inexperienced angle sort of turns me on. Hmm, too bad I have to kill him.

 

Brent removes my panties and again he pauses. I almost think he shakes his head. Aw, ain't I pretty? All the guys love this part. He positions himself.

 

“Oh, Brent, let me have it baby.”

 

He gasps a bit and slowly edges forward. Come on, Brent, don't be a wimp. I grab him by the waist and push him forward. I feel him enter me and his eyes open up wide. Yeah, totally a virgin. I let out another fake porno queen moan and he goes for it. His hips begin to pump fast. It's rough but he's totally missing my G-spot, but I admit his energy is kinda' sweet. He just wants it so bad. You know, it's all most nice.

 

The bed begins to shake as he beats into me. His eyes are closed and he is breathing heavily. Every once in a while I hear him whisper something like “Oh, God,” or “I can't believe this.” I continue to let out false noises. The friction between our legs is familiar and I almost get off on it. Maybe these fake moans aren't all a joke. What really gets my attention though, is the rope slowly sliding off my ankle. I guess all the movement knocked it loose. Brent's thrust are getting deeper and faster. I can feel that he will blow his load soon. No, not yet, Baby. The ropes are almost loose.

 

I heavy up on the noise and say in a breathless voice, “No, Brent, not yet. I want more. I want more of your dick.”

 

His eyes open and he stares at me. He stops humping. “But… You like it? I'm good?” He says, also out of breath. The kid was really going at it.

 

“Ooooh, I do. You're so good. You really fill me up. Just, let it last longer. I want to feel it as long as possible.”

 

He slowly begins to move again. He closes his eyes and stretches his neck out. I glad I still have the act down. The ropes on my left ankle come off.

 

“Yes!” I cry out, this time because I'm actually excited. Poor kid, thinks he's good.

 

I move my leg slightly and my toes sneak off the edge of the bed. The ice pick looms closer to my toes. Brent opens his eyes and I freeze. He leans in closer to me and grabs my breast. Kid squeezes tight and I moan again. He smiles at me and keeps up the pace.

 

“You like that, Baby? You like it when I fuck you?” He says.

 

I start yelping like a dog, “Oh, Brent! Fuck me harder!”

 

I almost laugh but instead moan again. My toes touch the cold metal of the ice-pick. People have always said I had “monkey toes.” I never thought that would ever actually come in handy. I squeeze my toes around the rod of the pick and slowly move my leg up Brent's back, hoping he won't notice it.

 

Luckily, he doesn't. I reach my arm around his back and grab the pick. I let out another loud moan, in order to hide all the movement. Brent begins to let out more little noises,

 

“Oh, oh, I'm gonna' come. I'm gonna' come baby.”

 

“Let me have it, Brent, let Momma have it.” I whisper in his ear. I position the ice pick at his neck, just like he positions his dick earlier. Brent bites his lip and I feel his juices shoot into me. He starts to yell out in pleasure. The most I owe the kid is to let him finish.

 

Then I stab him in the neck with the ice-pick. His screams of pleasure change tone to screams of pain. I must have hit a vain or something, because he begins to bleed out all over the place. The blood sprays out over my naked chest. His body begins to move around erratically. I sit up and stare him in the eyes, speaking.

 

“Oh, I just want you so bad, Baby.” I say in a vicious sarcastic way. I remove the ice-pick from Brent's neck and cover his mouth with my hand. Don't want his friend to get suspicious. I stab him in the eye and he screams again. The blood from his neck continues to get all over me.

 

I push him off of me and he falls out of the bed, still screaming. I sit up and untie the second knot around my ankle, using the ice-pick as a wedge. As soon as the rope is gone from my ankle I jump off the bed and land on Brent. He lets out another scream. Before he can do anything I stab him in the chest, in the area were his heart should be. I hold my hand over his mouth to block his screaming before I stab him in the other eye. I drive it as deep as I can go. I have a hard time pulling it out, but when I do, he has started shaking again, like he is having seizure. I stab Brent in the bridge of his noise and he stops moving. I try to pull out the ice-pick but its not budging. Oh, well.

 

It's at this point I notice that the kid's still got a boner. I laugh. Poor Brent. I liked you. You were a real trooper. It's a shame I had to kill you. We could've had something.

 

Yeah, in your dreams.

 

I pick up my axe and head out of the room. I open the door just enough to look out into the halls. There's no one there so I head out, stark naked. I sneak through the hall until I see the front door. Michael sits in the same chair he was when I found these guys. The hand holding the gun rest on the armrest. I sneak up behind the boy. He laughs and says,

 

“I heard ya' having a good time, Brent.”

 

I don't say anything. I just bring down the axe at his wrist. I hit it as hard as I can. The hand holding the gun comes completely off. I think all of this happens before Michael even realizes I'm here. He looks up and me and screams out louder then even Brent did. He pulls his arm away and I can see the vains and muscles separating. He stares at the stump and continues to scream. He stands up and backs away. He stares at his severed hand, resting on the chair arm, screaming and weeping and just making a mess, bleeding all over the deck. I smile at him and hit him in the chest with the blade. He screams again before he falls down. I put my foot on his chest and pull the axe out. I can feel my sense ebbing away. The high takes me over. This is just too good. I bring the axe down, again and again. Each time, Michael's screams seem too fade. He flays around, trying to hold back my strikes, but I keep coming. I just can't stop. His blood splatters over everything. He's not moving, but I don't want to stop. No, this is for earlier, Shit-head. Spit on my shoes. Bastard. Now what are you gonna' do? Huh? You ain't gonna' do shit! You're fucking dead now! You're chopped all to bits! Fucking bastard!

 

I laugh and spit on the corpse. There's a big cut down his face but I can still see his eyes. He looks really shocked. I don't think he saw it coming. I don't either of them saw it coming. Guess I just know my way around the male mind.

 

I steal Michael's gun. I have to search the place before I can find the ammo. Manual says it's a Colt .45 Automatic. Sweet. I catch myself in a mirror and see I'm cover in blood. Looking at my self, nude, covered in blood, and holding an axe, a sick little memory from childhood comes back to me. Hee, just like Lizzy Borden.

 

I take a quick bath before throwing my uniform on again. I steal the boy's food rations as well as some other stuff out of the home's fridge. This would be a good place crash and for a moment, I almost do. No, though, I'm having way too much fun to stop now.

 

I pack up my new food, the gun and axe and get ready to leave. Before I go, thought, there is one thing I have to do. I cover up Brent's body with the bed sheet. Poor kid.

 

Hmm, it's his own fault. Should have never trusted me.

 

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End of chapter nine.

 

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