"Guys, let me show you what happens when people disobey the rules.", he says with a devious grin before pulling a remote out of his black coat pocket. He clicked a small button, and the collar on ansemJR's neck flashed red.
The confused little man doesn't know what is going on, and neither do the ones around him. Deven and the marines around him grinned, some even laughing. "Um, what iz dis? Is dis leik, some new powur??", Ansem says with glee in his last sentence. Deven is still laughing, but dies it down to a mere chuckle. "Yeah, you'd better get away from him. That n00b's a ticking time bomb.....hehehe...", he cooed non-chalantly, the eyes of Ansem and the class widened with fear. The collar began to show a countdown, echoing a tune as if it were a video game or something. 40.....39......38....
Then, the cold, heart stopping sensation ran over the room. Everyone backed away from him, forming a circle around him. Some even crawled on the floor like toddlers. All muttered and screamed among themselves, wondering what the hell was about to happen. Ansem, however, still had not come to realize his fate. The doomed newb simple stood there, looking around the room at the faces that weeped for him. "Wut? Wut arr yu all staring at?"
The boy's eyes reflected pure anger and hate, watering up from the realization. This newb didn't desearve to die in this way. It just wasn't right. But he was powerless to do a thing. Deven's sly grin during this sickened him all the more, he's hollow eyes gazing into the screen of an old Game boy. The bastard wasn't even paying attention to the spectacle.
A young man from the crowd stepped up, clad in a black beaning and a burgandy dress shirt, pointing a judgemental finger at the fool. "You idiot...... your head's about to explode!!" Ansem's face turned sleet white, and his eyes now streaming with tears. A wet, dark spot began to form in the crotch of his jeans, and he collapsed.
"W-W-WTF?!?!?!? What de hell is this.....Omg.....omg.......someone help me!!!", he said as the collar contiued to beep, already on 20.....19......18. The class simply stared at him, some turning away with scowls and bitter sighs. His voice cracked, and he sounded like a weeping puupy. The poor fool would die patheticly. He ran towards the crowd, grabbing people and screaming in their faces, before he was pushed back on the ground immediately. "Why won't you guys help me?!!??! Someone save me!!!", the broken teen screamed as he went from person to person, struggling to take the beeping collar off his neck. It was to no avail, for the smooth metallic accessory had been bolted together. The teens around him simply stared, waiting for the inevitable. The boy who had spoke out, gritted his teeth in anger, curling his hands into a fist, a lump growing deep in his throat. "Run........RUN!!!!", he screamed, his once deep and commanding voice now obscured by the supressed tears. Ansem immediately made a run for the door at the base of the room, almost tripping over his own untied shoelaces. The frantic mouse of a man pushed students and desk alike out of his way, making a desprate mad dash towards the door and he screamed for his life. The studen't made a human runway for him, not wanting to be caught in the inpending doom. When he finally reached the wooden, rickety door., fate mocked him, and spit in his face. The door was locked. 3......2.....1.......Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The collar on Ansem's neck suddenly flashed a white light, and exploded in an eruption of blood and electricty. The heat from the melted steel caused his flesh to sizzle, making descreet sound as his lifeless face pressed against the door, staining it with his own crimson fluids. His entire neck was red, and a white haze emittied from his torso. His, face slid against the door, trailing it with blood as he fell face first into the floor. The door made subtle creaking noises as he did so. A dark pool; formed benath him as he lay motionless, eyes still open. The pools moved up to the feet of the studenmts, dipping the toes of their shoes in red paint.
They all screamed at the top of their lungs, and ran like trapped rats in all directions, looking for a way out. They all failed in doing so. At this point, the only way out was suicide. Deven smiled as his stood in the epicenter of the choas, students running past him left and right. Let the games begin.......
BOY #00 Keith Zanza DEAD. 21 TO GO
The confused little man doesn't know what is going on, and neither do the ones around him. Deven and the marines around him grinned, some even laughing. "Um, what iz dis? Is dis leik, some new powur??", Ansem says with glee in his last sentence. Deven is still laughing, but dies it down to a mere chuckle. "Yeah, you'd better get away from him. That n00b's a ticking time bomb.....hehehe...", he cooed non-chalantly, the eyes of Ansem and the class widened with fear. The collar began to show a countdown, echoing a tune as if it were a video game or something. 40.....39......38....
Then, the cold, heart stopping sensation ran over the room. Everyone backed away from him, forming a circle around him. Some even crawled on the floor like toddlers. All muttered and screamed among themselves, wondering what the hell was about to happen. Ansem, however, still had not come to realize his fate. The doomed newb simple stood there, looking around the room at the faces that weeped for him. "Wut? Wut arr yu all staring at?"
The boy's eyes reflected pure anger and hate, watering up from the realization. This newb didn't desearve to die in this way. It just wasn't right. But he was powerless to do a thing. Deven's sly grin during this sickened him all the more, he's hollow eyes gazing into the screen of an old Game boy. The bastard wasn't even paying attention to the spectacle.
A young man from the crowd stepped up, clad in a black beaning and a burgandy dress shirt, pointing a judgemental finger at the fool. "You idiot...... your head's about to explode!!" Ansem's face turned sleet white, and his eyes now streaming with tears. A wet, dark spot began to form in the crotch of his jeans, and he collapsed.
"W-W-WTF?!?!?!? What de hell is this.....Omg.....omg.......someone help me!!!", he said as the collar contiued to beep, already on 20.....19......18. The class simply stared at him, some turning away with scowls and bitter sighs. His voice cracked, and he sounded like a weeping puupy. The poor fool would die patheticly. He ran towards the crowd, grabbing people and screaming in their faces, before he was pushed back on the ground immediately. "Why won't you guys help me?!!??! Someone save me!!!", the broken teen screamed as he went from person to person, struggling to take the beeping collar off his neck. It was to no avail, for the smooth metallic accessory had been bolted together. The teens around him simply stared, waiting for the inevitable. The boy who had spoke out, gritted his teeth in anger, curling his hands into a fist, a lump growing deep in his throat. "Run........RUN!!!!", he screamed, his once deep and commanding voice now obscured by the supressed tears. Ansem immediately made a run for the door at the base of the room, almost tripping over his own untied shoelaces. The frantic mouse of a man pushed students and desk alike out of his way, making a desprate mad dash towards the door and he screamed for his life. The studen't made a human runway for him, not wanting to be caught in the inpending doom. When he finally reached the wooden, rickety door., fate mocked him, and spit in his face. The door was locked. 3......2.....1.......Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The collar on Ansem's neck suddenly flashed a white light, and exploded in an eruption of blood and electricty. The heat from the melted steel caused his flesh to sizzle, making descreet sound as his lifeless face pressed against the door, staining it with his own crimson fluids. His entire neck was red, and a white haze emittied from his torso. His, face slid against the door, trailing it with blood as he fell face first into the floor. The door made subtle creaking noises as he did so. A dark pool; formed benath him as he lay motionless, eyes still open. The pools moved up to the feet of the studenmts, dipping the toes of their shoes in red paint.
They all screamed at the top of their lungs, and ran like trapped rats in all directions, looking for a way out. They all failed in doing so. At this point, the only way out was suicide. Deven smiled as his stood in the epicenter of the choas, students running past him left and right. Let the games begin.......
BOY #00 Keith Zanza DEAD. 21 TO GO
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