Student Council Killing Game Novels & Stories

She shot the man on the head". Another youth was yet talking when miss Foresta shoots his head as well. They all instantly kept quiet. "Now that I have your attention, rule 1, don't interrupt me when I am speaking. You are all in a death institute where no one knows you. At the outside world, you are dead, you shall all fight for a blue card, a card to live and be trained to be the top assassin, you shall learn skills which your average human won't not know and you must participate on death games and you lose, You die, if you win, you get to live another day. I welcome you once again to deaths door called point black".

They stepped out of the elevator, sidestepping the dead bodies to avoid stepping on them. “So, this is how this game goes. Whoever you come across; you will have to kill them.” She said, recalling how exhausted the other previous team they had defeated was. “How about if a team hides?” Tradd who just watched the earlier fight asked. “There will only be one winning team. So, if a team hides, this game won’t end until either one of them finds the other.” Andrik voiced out his realization. The ground floor looked like a fight had happened here. There were drops and pools of blood, a few dead bodies and some weapons left scattered on the ground.

You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME. GOLDEN RULE: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. Rules: Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or an exchange student must sign a contract to avoid ghosting or other problems. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm anyone in the game but killing is a crime. No to inactive and have an absence issue. This is a couple game. Two absents are equal to removing in the game plus a punishment. Can do activities and attendance. Failure to comply means a punishment.

at the duel, she merely raised an eyebrow, as if such things were commonplace in a mafia family. But when I described the tearing pain in my lower back and the chronic rejection symptoms after the "blood donation," her professional calm shattered. "That wasn't a blood transfusion, and it certainly wasn't a genetic rejection," Kate's voice was low and chilled. My hand trembled, and a few drops of coffee spilled. When I mentioned my parents "dying" in the fake explosion to force my suicide, Kate took a deep breath. It was clear that even a seasoned journalist had never encountered parents so depraved.

It was a death list of those who did not survive the massacre last night. There was a low writhing sound as their names appeared on the white midsized board hanging over the bed opposite mine. I could have as easily been on this list. I barely even survived myself. Twenty-three people were dead. How was the Oakblood council okay with this? How was Kingsbury comfortable with any of this? And most importantly, how were the students themselves cool with having to kill each other? The last words on the paper. Rūsīr rigle ao māzigon, se rūsīr rigle shall ao jikagon.

"But you're going to hate it." The Council met within the hour. I stood before them. Fifteen years old. Terrified. But certain. Catherine sat at the head of the table, carrying her mother's authority. Beside her was Riley, my grandmother. The young team sat together. James Marcus, Kai, Zara, Nova, Lyric. My friends. My team. All of them about to hate my plan. "I've seen the successful path," I began. "The one where we win without more deaths. Where all eleven realities survive. Where The Unmaker stops being a threat."

Walking around the school premises absentmindedly I heard some group of girls whispering to each other as I walked past them and stopped on my track. "The rate at which students are dying in this school is so alarming." One of them with dark hair said while playing with her pen. "And it's obvious that a lot of people are indulging in the deadly game" the other one chipped in. "Are you sure it's the game that is killing the students?" One of them asked and I took a seat on the tree branch opposite them. Let me listen to this conversation if they have any other clue about the game that I don't know.

She took a few steps back. I slowly looked to both girls before flinging my hands. Scissor, paper, paper. That was the outcome. And I was scissors.... "Yes!", I jumped for some reason. "Why so happy? You don't even know the rules", Freya rolled her eyes. The game master stepped forward. "Oakbay academy will do the seeking". I was lost in thought as to whether that was a good or bad thing? There were twenty-nine players left altogether. "The other schools will hide while you'll try to kill them. Only Oakbay is allowed to use weapons"

I watched sadly as his eyes closed in death. Another line was drawn and this mad killing continued till they killed off the fourth boy, leaving them with only one boy. Perhaps, the winner of the game. “What is your name?" Killian asked as he began to untie the boy. “Chris," he muttered in a quivering voice. "Chris," Lucian muttered and chuckled. Killian dragged him to his feet but his wobbly feet threw him down to the floor again. The two brothers smirked as they watched him struggle to get up.