Chapter 2 = A death on the island

'What the hell?' Malcolm yelled. 'Who the heck was that guy? Where the heck are we?!?! This is a freaking joke,'

'Well, theres still the case about the talking pool, the hourglass, the old lady, the transporting around here and there, should'nt it be wiser to at least consider the fact that the Survival Game could be real?' Joanna said softly. Making Malcolm feel like an idiot.

'Okay, okay, if that's the case, then this island is in the sky right? If it really is in the sky, then it should have clouds on its edge, i propose that we travel to the edge of the island to find out whether its true,' Russell said.

'But why should we go travel and waste time?' Faiz proposed, ' The time is ticking people!' Faiz gestured to the hourglass. ' We should prepare to..'

'What?!?! Kill each other?!?!' Jeremy interrupted.

'No, we should prepare to defend ourselves from everyone else participating you nut,' Faiz said coolly.

Jeremy felt like an idiot.

'We're only travellling to the edge Faiz, this could all be a joke anyway, if we encounter people who want to pick a fight, then we know the Survival Game is true, we need to prove to Malcolm that this could or could not be true, we don't know,' Russell explained.

'Yeah, I guess so,' Faiz and Malcolm agreed.

Soon, after food, water, extra clothes and the classrooms broom stick for emergency purposes was packed up, the 24 students began walking into the forest, leaving behind the clearing. According to thier watches and the hourglass, half an hour passsed already. Thier phones didn't work, there was no line on the island, another point proving that this really could be an island in the sky, or just an island too remote to be close to any radio tower. They continued venturing into the forest, trudging on massive brown leaves and admiring the view. It was quite chilly, and they put on the jumpers they had and continued walking on. Twenty minutes passed.

There was no sign of anyone else on the island. There was suddenly a very bone cutting breeze, and the sound of men shouting and metal crashing reached thier ears. Everyone dropped down instinctively, after this next pile of bushes, something was going on. A fight? It couldn't be. If it was, then, the Survival Game is real.

Russell cleared the leaves away. And then stared in awe. Everyone bent in to look. Malcolm noticed that the hourglass had its sand all the way on the bottom. That means, an hour's up, the Survival Game had already begun. It was a clearing, the trees just stopped growing here. And there it was, the edge of the island, about 50meters away from Russell. They really were on Beacon.

In between the edge and where the 24 students held up, there was four normal looking humans. They were fighting each other. One of them wore a police uniform and was rolling about shooting at the other three. There was one of them wearing completely white clothes and he was dashing about, his feet above the ground, punching and kicking the rest. The other two were doing badly, they both barely wore clothes and looked like wild animals, they were both holding spears and had tattoos all over thier bodies. Bullet wounds and bruises were almost everywhere between the both of them. Out of all, the two wild people, and the policeman seemed normal. Only the guy in the white clothes, he was literally flying above the ground. And his kicks and punches looked extremely powerful.

'So there really is a Survival Game, these are participants as well, that means,' Leon whispered. 'They would want to kill us as well,'

Everyone gasped in realization, when suddenly, the body of the first wild human crashed through the bushes, exposing all of them. Zooming right through them, he smashed his back on a tree behind everyone, there was a sickening crack, and then he slumped down, dead. His pupils slowly turned white. After watching the unnerving sight, everyone turned to look in front of them. The policeman was desperately firing at the remaining zombie-like wild human in the distance, and really close by, was, the guy in the white clothes.

'Well, well, what do we have here?'

The guy in the white clothes cracked his knuckles. Behind him, the policeman and the wild human was in a frenzied death wrestle, each of them strangling each others necks.

'Prepare to die,'