A Remarkable End

[Mitsuko2*]

The days were getting longer; the nights were getting more fearful. The sadistic game known as Survival of The Fittest was winding down. Only about 30 contestants remained out of a starting one hundred and eighteen.  The ferocity of the competition was unmatched. Who would survive? Who would die? Only time will tell for the students as they enter into the final stages of SOTF.


Zilya Merchenkov was tired. Very tired. And also alone. Extremely alone. She only wished she had some company to complain with. The walls and pipes didn't really say much. She sighed quietly and took another cracker out, chewing it slowly. She was at the moment hiding out in the basement of the School Building. She didn't dare to go outside, it was too scary for her. She hated the idea of being alone, but it was safer for her to stay there until the place became a danger zone.

She shoved the cracker tin back into her daypack and grabbed her weapon. A tri-nunchaku. How fun. She had no idea how to use the thing, but it might still be useful. She rubbed her eyes gently and stood up to stretch out her back. She looked around the room. The furnace was a bit dangerous, this school didn't have it covered, and it was on too. If she was able to, she would have turned it off, but she couldn't find a switch. If she knew how dangerous it truly was, she'd have looked more carefully.

A sudden clangor startled her and she began to look around her general area frantically. Someone had found her. She was going to die. She… she had to kill them first. Then she would be able to lie low for a while. She felt her body shaking and gripped one of the three handles of her weapon tightly. She readies herself for whomever would come.

The person happened to be John Davies, AKA Male student Number 62. Though Zilya had absolutely no idea who he was. To her, he just looked like a freak in a Karate Gi, wielding a wooden sword. He, of course, did not want to fight her, not that she knew. He moved forward and she screamed, swinging her nunchaku at his head. John's eyes opened wide and he dodged the assault. He didn't expect her to attack him.

She swung again, he dodged. He decided it was time to fight back. He swung the sword at her, hitting her in the upper right arm. She grunted in pain and swung again, catching him in the ribs. He lost his breath shortly, and she used the time to attempt to finish the battle. She swung the nunchaku, hitting his left temple, and sending him to the ground. He shakily stood up and wiped away the blood that dripped from his nostril.

"Carelessness…" He muttered and attacked her. She felt the blow hit her again in the arm. He struck right after this time. He hit her in the stomach, making her double over in pain. He sent the wood sword flying into her chin, landing her on her back. She felt the tears flowing, but hardly felt any pain. Adrenaline was a lifesaver. She jumped to her feet and swung the nunchaku at his head, hitting the side again, spinning the boy around and landing him on his knees. She took the opening.

Zilya jumped on the boy's back and wrapped the nunchaku around his neck. She tightened her pull on it and began to choke the life out f John. He tried to pull the constricting weapon away from his neck but failed. She was winning. Or so she thought. She felt a blow connect with her side. She gasped and tumbled off him. He had slammed his elbow into her ribs. He stole the nunchaku from her while she was down and wielded them. She had to escape.

She slammed her foot into his leg, sending his body crashing down. She rolled away and ran for her bag. He came after her. She scooped it up and swung it at his in defense. He swung the nunchaku. The two assaults met, sending the contents of Zilya's bag all over the ground, and her onto her back. Zilya's flashlight landed near her and she grabbed it to defend herself. She could hear the roaring flames of the Furnace not far behind her.

She swung the flashlight at him, but he wouldn't have any of it. He smacked it out of her hand with the nunchaku. It flew away from her. It flew towards the furnace. She turned around and watched as the flashlight flew through the air, right at the gaping mouth of the furnace. She only said one thing.

"Holy Shit."

The flashlight flew into the furnace, and exploded upon contact. The flames caused the entire boiler room to become a bomb. The flames incinerated both Zilya and John. The boilers kept exploding, taking about half of the school building with it is it's demise. The flames raged on and the school began to crumble. The explosion could no doubt be seen and heard for miles.


Female Student #59 – Zilya Merchenkov – Deceased
Male Student #62 – John Davies - Deceased