Novel & Cerita Student Council Killing Game

"There aren't many or any rules at this level. You have the right to kill anybody who stands in your way of achieving your goals," Did I just hear her say k-kill? I widened my eyes in fear at her statement. We could kill each other? This didn't make any sense. "When the bell jingles, that's a signal to begin," "Each of you who survives would have points added to your packs. These points would determine who would show up in the great dance tonight to see the beast." "I hope you succeed in that. Good luck Fellas!" she exhaled as she turned to leave, bearing her head proudly.

I've never felt that way before about anyone. "Aurelia! Come join us!" Elyse called it, waving me over. I smiled. She’s a nice girl. It’s not her fault her brother is a total creep. "Hi, Elyse. Hey everyone,” I greeted, sitting on the log with them. With Elyse were two others from our cabin June and Crystal. "Aurelia, want to weigh in on this? Elyse is excused,” June smiled. "Umm, I'll try. What's the debate?" I asked. "We're playing marry, fuck, kill. The choices are Darien; thus, Elyse is excluded, Marcus the other boys' counselor, and Mister Logan,” Crystal waffles her eyebrows at me.

Fiel murmured to Elmer, who nodded and gave him a quick side glance. “Every player, position yourselves in the middle of the arena! When you heard the loud sound of a gunshot, it means it is time to fight. You can kill anyone. When only twelve of you remain, you will be hearing another loud sound of a gunshot and you will automatically stop fighting. Understand?!” Unanimously, the twenty-two players including Fiel and Elmer answered the announcer’s question. “Yes!” II

Kara warned which had her father's gaping mouth snapping shut, "you know if Alphas fight one another it will turn into a duel. Neither one of them will stop until the other is dead. And wasn't it you who said no fatalities?" "Fine," Killian's ramrod posture deflated as he carved a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "it's a tie. The next game will be held the day after tomorrow." "Will that be the last game?" Kara questioned, shrugging off both Miles and my hand from her shoulders. "I don't know, Kara. I didn't account for any of the games ending with a tie," turning to Denver, he ordered, "Clean up this mess and get everything back to the way it was."

Fear would keep him back, and distance… distance would keep him alive. I set the phone down and turned back to my notes. The board thought they were playing chess. So did Aiden, Ethan and Sofia. But they were all wrong. This wasn’t chess, it was elimination. And I had just figured out who needed to go first.

Said Ice. "And as I said before, The game has a theme. Its either Individual, by pair, trio or by school. Individual Theme means, only yourself. You will kill alone, everyone around you at that time is your enemy, meaning you will kill, even if the one in front of you is your Friend. " it said so I swallowed, what if one of my friends I meet at that time? I can't hurt them. "By pair means, you two will kill. There is only one thing you can trust, so you need to be careful in choosing your partner, because the partner you choose may have someone else's partner."

“You knew something was coming.” He laughed, the sound broken and wet. “And still you couldn’t stop it.” I was across the room before Killian could blink, my fist slamming into Varrick’s face with enough force to rattle his chains. Blood sprayed against the concrete wall as his head snapped back. “You think this is a game?” I roared, my voice echoing in the chamber. “Council members are being slaughtered like cattle while you sit here spitting riddles.” Killian grabbed my arm, tugging me back. “Rhett! Enough! He’s baiting you.”

To the rest of the room, they look like a couple sharing a private moment, but I can see the cracks. The way Kira is blinking too fast, the way Odin’s shoulders are hunched. It’s a red flag the size of a billboard. I brush it off for now. I have enough of my own drama to manage, but I tuck it away for later. “There’s THE table,” I scoff, nodding toward a corner. Of course, it’s not just any table. Natalie and Charlotte are already seated there, looking like the presidents of the We Hate Peyton Club. It’s a table for four, and Natalie is already wearing a smug grin as she watches us approach.

" Okay... I muttered, and I stood there as the line went dead. It's okay... I can do this, I muttered to myself. One of the boys over there came over to hand me a gun and with shaking hands I collected it, checking and finding out there were bullets in the stuff. I cocked it and placed it behind my back pocket, taking in deep breaths. . . . Bella's POV We were together in the house with Tricia and we heard the call she made. Uncomfortable with the conversation, I spoke up. " What exactly are you planning to do, Tricia?" I asked, and Celine glanced at me. " None of your business." She replied. " It has nothing to do with anybody dying, does it?" I prodded further. She turned to me, frowning.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e