Night has fallen onto the island, and it has not been a pretty time so far. The day was fufilling in its own ways, Paris was a couple steps closer into salvaging himself from the cold grips of death. It was a touch that he just wasn't accustomed into thinking about. It was dark, and now the shadows would be his shield from other students. But it still wasn't much of a defense, but it can definatly be used for his advantage.
The boy shuddered as he entered the residential district of the island. Houses lined up forming a acre of neighborhoods. This would be the perfect place to get some rest for the night, especially after the tiresome day he had. A flash of Preston and Brittany went through his mind making his shudder again. Why did he have to kill these two? Wh was he forced to kill for his survival? The fact of murdering someone else just sickened him, he felt dirty and disgusting soon after he killed Preston.
It felt sweet for about a couple hours but than it transformed from a sweet feeling to a inhumane feeling. Killing was not the Gossip Kings form of hurting people who got into his way, instead of butchering people he would start rumors and talk about them to everybody. He would make them suffer in their own pathetic little lives they lived but he wouldn't killed them. That was just wrong.
Although people portray Paris as an evil person spawned from the devil he did have his values and morals. His was brought up to look at killing as a grand sin that would send someone straight to hell. So did that mean Paris would be condemed to an eterinity of hellfire? What was he supposed to do? Just sit there and wait to be butchered? There was no way that he'd let anybody kill him without a fight, a King was not supposed to be killed after a reign of 16 years.
But no matter how wrong murder was Paris had to do it, he needed to get over this feeling that was holding him back. He rembered at the start of the day when he planned Brittanys death inside of his head, he hesitated way to much which made him screw his precise caculations on how it would be done. Not only that but the fact that he has never killed before and having engraved in his mind that killing is wrong also was a benefactor in his hesitation. Paris was just not used to killing, the only way he went through killing Brittany was to think of the rage he felt toward Garry and Adam. To become angry and filled with hate was the only way he went through killing Brittany.
The same thing happened with Preston however he didn't feel as bad afterwords. The fact Preston was a peacemaker made him already annoyed, but what set him off was when he duped him with the squirt gun. His dreams about Garry hanging off his ceiling fan flashed thorugh his mind as he slammed the knife into his crotch. Paris made it an necessity to take the time it needed to get over what bits of pathetic sentimental value he had so he can carry on his future deaths without hesitation. The only way to survive was to kill, it was Survival of the Fittest, he would let anybody stand in his way. Paris was a person who didn't see death as an option, he saw himself alive and would be putting a nerd into his place before he knew it. A good thing about winning this contest is that Paris will gain fame which is what he always wanted. He wanted to be an actor and have his name all over the latest headlines. Becoming the winner of SOTF will grant his wish.
Paris entered one of the lonley houses that stood in one of the residential neighborhoods. It was a two stories high, not a bad place to live in; Inside the house was a different story, the person who lived here was definatly a master at matching. The whole living room was a sea blue color; Everything in the room was decorated with a different shade of blue. The next room over was the den which decorated with all shades of red; The kitchen was decorated in all shades orange, the tile and the countertops all matched togeather. The Dining room was decorated in violet and purple, even the chandilier looked like it was made of amythest. Upstairs were a couple rooms, one was decorated in green and another was decorated white. Each bathroom had their own corresponding bathrooms which of coursed matched the rooms color scheme.
Locking the door behind him Paris closed all shudders and blindes and curtains. He didn't want to be concealed in anyway. Paris wanted a good nights rest after what happened to day. He didn't want anybody to interfere with his meditation and train of thought, he needed to get rid of all sentimental feelings he still had within him. After securing the house Paris took a shower and trying to cleanse himself of pure thoughts. The water felt like he was on his way to Heaven, nothing mattered in the shower. At this moment he tryed to purify himself of kind and nice thoughts. Nice thoughts won't acheive victory, as they say nice guys finish last.
After the shower Paris dressed into the pajamas he was supposed to have for his trip. But instead of spending the night at a nice hotel in the Bahamas, he would be spending the night at an abandonded house on an island filled with killer students inm the middle of nowhere. Paris wore plaid green, blue, red, and violet pajama bottoms and a long sleeved Hollister shirt. The long sleeves and the shoulders were maroon while the rest of the shirt was white. Hollister Surf Co. was in curly sea blue letters. A comfortable fit for the night.
After making his preperations for bed, Paris decided to settle himself in the white room, he personally liked this room the most. It was the only room in it that had a combination of white with a small amount of light teal. Locking the door, Paris removed the decorative pillows and climbed into bed. It felt like he was floating; After the stress of today this bed was another piece of Heaven just like the shower he had. The Gossip King was tired, and he needed to rest up for tommarows activites. As he drifted to sleep he started to think of the beginning of today, where it all went wrong.
Flight No.77 was reserved for all Hobbsborough students. Today marked the end of another dreaful, long, boring, and unecessary school year. Mrs.Saranna directed her class to follow her throughout the airports terminals. The sounds or roller luggage can be heard as the group of Sophmores traveled through the busy airport. Employees walked everywhere trying to help as many people as they can to direct them where to go or answer an questions they ask. Paris was with his many popular friends, he carried his bags of luggage while he yapped away on the latest rumor he spread around about Mai Oshinari.
Paris loved the feeling of the airport, it was a place he has been to many times. Mostly because his mother was an employee here, they would often take vacations to Europe where most of the persphone family was. The airport was busy, it was inhabitated by people all over the world, and best of all it was the gateway to the outside world; At least the world outside New Jeresy. This feeling made paris feel important, like he was on a buisness trip or something. Going to the airport always made him feel happy, he actually enjoyed himself. Especially traveling to new places, Paris has been to London, England and Barcelona, Spain but he has never been to the Bahamas. Which was the destination for Mrs.Sarannas Sophmore class and every other Hobbsborough student.
"Alright students, hurry along now. We need to be at Gate 45 no later than 9:15." she said as she walked swiftly toward security. As she talked with the security guards students started to load all their luggage into the machines that screened them. Its not like any student would carry a knife or sisscors with them, but that was not the case according to the rumor Paris had spread about Ernest Decarteret. "I actually saw him slip a box cutter into his shoe, I knew I couldn't put anything past him." Minor gasps arose from his various popular friends.
"Its true, I mean I wouldn't be surprised he worked for some terrorist organization. After all he did kill Kim, for all we know he could hijack the plane." said Paris quietly not wanting to cause a to big of a commotion. His numerous friends nodded, some had mouths that hung in surprise, and some looked nervous. "But I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm pretty sure we have an air marshal flying with us. I'll be sure to drop him a hint before we get on the plane." he said. At the top of the line the boy loaded his luggage into the machine and took any metal onto the plastic bowls. After passing the white gateway to limbo, he took all of his luggage and things and continued on with the rest of his class to Gate 45 rambling on about Ernest, secret terrorist organizations, and hijacking airplanes.
"You know I've never been to the Bahamas before, I'm too busy vacationing Europe. I was supposed to go to Paris this summer until this school trip came up. I'd do Europe than the Bahamas anyday." he said was they finally reached Gate 45. "Your so lucky Paris, your mom works for the airport so you can like go anywhere!" "I know, and the best part of it is that I usually fly 1st Class. And beleive me, thats the place you want to be in. The meals are way better than that disgusting plane food they serve in Economy. Its 'real' food." he bragged. "Ugh, how disgusting." said another popular. "I think we have Buisness class for this flight." said another. "Buisness class isn't as good as 1st Class but its do-able." he said.
Mrs.Sarannas passed out boarding passes, meaning her class started to board Flight 77. Paris turned back to get a glimpse of the airport he would soon return to once again. He loved this airport more than any other airports he's been on. It was a part of his heart, this airport opened new doorways for him into the real world. As students continued to board his expression of happiness and of grand importance faded into a look of surprise. "Oh goodbye mijo!" Maria Persphone who was out of breath gave Paris a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Stunned by this act of affection Paris' cheeks flushed red as he hugged and kissed his mother back as fast as possible. He could already feel the slight giggle from some of the populars around him. He cursed his mother in his mind for doing this, this trip is supposed to be parent free.
"I was able to get a few minutes from working one of my flights to come say goodbye to you. Oh I love you so much." she said with a happy look on her face. "Yes and I love you to Mama." he said quietly to her, still embarassed by this whole situtation. "Behave yourself and have lots of fun okay?" Paris nodded his head. "Thanks Mama, I'll seey ou when I get back." he said. Tears started to well up in Maria as she hugged him once more. "I love you." said Paris. "I love you more." "I love you infinity and beyond." he said with a smile. Maria nodded and let go of him. "Goodbye mijo!" she said as she started to get back to her terminal. The relationship he had with his mother was actually a decent one; before Paris would go to bed when he was little he would say "I love you." to his mother. But his mother would counter with "I love you more." however the whole 'I love you' tag ended when Paris said "I love you infinity and beyond." It was a special kind of quirk he had with his mother that he valued deep inside his heart. However he'd never let this side of him show. Deep inside his heart was the sentimental feelings he had for his mother, it would show when he was alone with her. But when he's with his friends that part completley shuts off and he becomes cold and distant. However no matter how cold he got he still felt at least a little nice and kind toward his mother.
After putting some people in their place about the embarassing scene his mother made Paris took his seat. He cursed his mother even more for what she's done, the Gossip King would now have to do major damage control in order to evade rumors and other insults to be directed at him. He would just have to start some other rumor that will take the heat off of him. "Thank the lord that I won't be dealing with any parents on this trip. I can actually relax for once." said Paris dramatically to Daisy Fitzegerald (one of his popular friends) sitting next to him on the plan. Daisy was a good friend, she didn't take any crap from anyone however Paris thought she was a lesbian due to the amount of sports she plays. He had an aisle seat and leaned back into the comfy cushioned seats. More conversation entailed, after a while of gossip exchanging Paris wondered what was going on. It didn't take this long for a plane to get set up for take off.
Leaning his upper body into the aisle he wanted to see what was going. Two men who looked like some kind of airmarshals but his thoughts immediatley melted to mush when one of the pulled out a gun and started shooting off bullets onto the nearby flight attendent and the girl sitting behind her. Paris' upper body snapped back into his seat not beleiving what he just saw. What the hell had just happened? Who are those people? Fear started to sink into paris as students who sat near himstart to panic and scream. A boy who stood up for some reason was suddenly forced to sit back down by a hail of oncoming bullets. The boy didn't sit far from Paris which made him freak out even more.
"W-Whats going on!?" cried the Daisy Fitzgerald sitting next to him. Paris just stared at the blue colored seat infront of him. Daisy started to shake Paris by the shoulder demanding for an answer but no words came out of his mouth. Kids continued to panic, they were powerless to do anything but stay in their seats and pray they won't get shot. Everybody was scared out of their minds, Paris felt the plane start to move as the commotion started to rise. The plane continued to move and started to go faster as it continued to speed down the runway. The planed went faster and faster and rumbled as the students of Hobbsborough trembeled in their seats. "On the topic of life being a bitch, I'm here to tell you that you guys have been selected for Survival of the Fittest version 2!" said the man loudly with a smile on his face. The plane started to take off, and Paris did the sign of the cross.
Everytime a plane would take off Paris would do the sign of the cross, as if asking for a safe journey to his destination. Once again this is another trait he takes after hsi mother and therefore always does it when he's on a plane. Of course Paris wasn't really dedicated to his Catholic religion but he still practicied it when he really needs it. The Gossip King was actually speechless for once in his life, Daisy who was trying to get an answer from him stopped and also became silent wondering what will become off her.
Not paying attention to what these terrorists or whatever they are were saying he suddenly heard gasps and gagging sounds. Looking up his eyes almost sunk pulled back in his skull at the horror of the sight. Mrs.Saranna was being molested by the other terrorist which almost made Paris vomit himself. Is this for real? Is this just an awful dream? Wake up Paris! Wake up! But no matter how many times he screamed inside his minde the madness continued and did until the terrorist put a bullet into her brain.
Silence dominated the aircraft until he once again broke the silence. "Alright guys, now to begin. Having a good time on this trip, I presume, right?" Someone vomiting in the back of the plane was heard, Daisy had her mouth wide open. She too like the many others on this plane did not comprehend what exactly was going on right now. "Alright, everyone bring down your T.V.s, we're on our way to the island and I got a little in-flight movie planned... and Louis will be sure to bring you guys water."
The man known as Louis was the one who killed the flight attendent and the girl started to serve cups of water to everyone. Paris was motionless so Daisy took out both of their T.V.s, the screen suddenly went to a scene where a boy was running. The movie was not a Hollywood Blockbuster, it was like one of those forbidden X rated movies however they replaced the pornographic materials with drastic violet actions. Daisy looked even more shocked as before, Paris just looked cold and lost as he stared at the screen.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
Only the fit shall survive. So play, and see if you truly are fit to live, or not.
Only the fit shall survive. So play, and see if you truly are fit to live, or not.
Those last words flashed onto the screen after the movie ended. Daisy couldn't beleive what she was hearing, she covered her ears in an effort to stop hearing those same words over and over again. Paris continued to stare as the screen turned black once more. As soon as that happened commotion started up once more. You horrific bastard! I won't let you do this to these kids!" the man named Louis pulled his gun on the other. Daisy opened her mouth wider, hoping this man would be her salvation. Paris also too looked on with extreme intrest. Please please! Kill him!!! But then Paris' expression of hope twisted into one of shock. As if he's just been double slapped; "Jesus Christ, shut up already." An explosion rocked the airplane as the man known as Louis' bottom half exploded into a fountain of blood. He fell to the floor, dead like the flight attendent and girl he killed.
"You guys will end up like him if you don't do what you're told. NOW DRINK SOME FUCKING WATER!" Daisy in a mindless rush of an extreme case of anxiety grabbed the cup of water and gulped it down, a couple drops splashing on her blouse. Paris who didn't want to end up with half a torso also took the cup but before he drank it looked at its contents. The water was crystal in Paris' eyes, but water that looked so pure couldn't be that pure. Choosing to go down the rabbit hole Paris drank the water, it tasted normal. The water slid down his throat, and within seconds finished it.
Daisy started breathing heavily, the minutes passed and suddenly students around them started to drift to sleep. It was poison! They were all going to die! This was the end of the line! Daisy's eyes bulged from the sockets as she say students dropping like flies. With a silent scream Daisy also fell into the depths of her seat. Paris started to feel exhausted, as if he'd been through a rough day at Disneyland. Walking from attraction to attraction. This was the end for him, he was doomed to death by this horrific game that they must take a part of. As Paris' eyelids closed an image from this inevitable day flashed into his pupils, they projected a picture of white letters that assembled to an order to form words. These were the last things Paris' saw before drifting into the last peaceful sleep he will ever have for the rest of his life.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
Only the fit shall survive. So play, and see if you truly are fit to live, or not.
Only the fit shall survive. So play, and see if you truly are fit to live, or not.
