Battle Royale Third Reich Style

"THOUGHTS" !!SOUND EFFECTS!!

Chapter Two

As Babette and Pierre walked down the road, Artie Gourmand made his way to a bombed out building across the street from the building everyone was leaving every two minutes.

"I'll just hide out here until my cohorts come out. If I stay hidden no one will be able to see me here. Come to think of it I can just take pot shots at the other students who walk out of the building."

After the fat vichy government's son had got himself settled in his new base of operations, Ramona Reese walked out of the building. She was of medium height, weight and build with shoulder length brown hair. More often than not she had kept a low profile the way her parents had taught her to do. "Well. Well. There's that tramp grabbing the first guy she saw. I wonder where I should go. Those two headed south so I'll head north," the plain jane thought to herself as she walked up the road away from Babette and Pierre. !!BLAM!! "Uh, oh!" Ramona screamed as she ran up the road, avoiding Artie's gunfire.

Martin Bucher was a rather, plump but muscular young man who had worked on a farm most of his life. His hair was sandy blond and he had a nice tan. He walked out of the building with a bulletproof, 4" by 4" shield which he had folded out in front of him before he leaving the building. It was all he had but the bullets from Artie Gourmand's semiautomatic rifle bounced off as Martin ran up the road in the same direction Ramona had gone off to.

Mimi Shampeau walked out of the building looking around with her shallow eyes. She had long black hair and was rail thin because her family wasn't too poor to provide enough food for her to eat to get much of a figure. !!BLAM!! Artie shot her right between the eyes causing her to drop to the ground dead alongside Charlotte Pastelle.

As he walked through the hallway which led to the door outside Jacque Dubois rummaged through his bag. "I have a flash grenade and a potato masher.(1) This thing might not even work for all I know. I heard gunshots when Mimi Shampeau left. So I'll have to be careful when I walk out of here."

Jacque peeked out from the door and saw Artie Gourmand hidden in the building across from him ready to shoot whomever walked out so Jacque burst out of the door abruptly and threw his flash grenade in Artie's direction. !!BOOM!!

"Aaarrgh!" Artie Gourmand screamed as the light hit his eyes. "I'll get you for this!" But the little boy kept on running away as Artie shot at him blindly."I'm going to have to sit tight until I recover my sight. I also have to be careful with my diminishing supply of ammunition."

Paulette Duran walked out of the building next. She was a short, slender and buxom with a little longer than shoulder length, curly hair. She was very cute and cuddly looking with an hourglass figure. She walked down the road with a sense of caution as she noticed a bakery a few buildings ahead to her left. Artie hadn't recovered from the previous flash attack so he had a hard time seeing and didn't want to reveal his position and waste his ammo so Paulette was safe for now.

"I'm going to the nearest art exhibit of some kind, the place Lisa and I agreed to meet. Problem is, neither of us know where an art exhibit is in this place. And all I have is this computer that tells me where everyone is. Wait a minute! That's it! I'll just hide out and find Lisa later!" Paulette ran towards the bakery she had noticed earlier which still had baked goods in it so she had herself a lot to eat while she waited for Lisa to come out of the main building.

Maurice Goulet came out next. When the giant looked around he heard, "Maurice! Come here!"

"Mr. Gourmand! Do you know what's going on here?" the hulking giant asked as he made his way towards his benefactor.

"Yes. Yes. We'll wait for Armando and Nicolet to come out then I'll make our plans. What do you have in your bag?" Gourmand asked impatiently.

"I just have a box in here," Maurice answered showing Gourmand the cake sized box.

"Let's see what's inside," the fat guy said as he opened the box. "Oh! It's a nine millimeter gun with clips and bullets. This will be helpful. Well done, Maurice. As soon as our other confederates show up we'll move out of this area."

At that moment, out came Alice Moran. She was an average sized girl with shoulder length brown hair who was very plain looking and of average build. "She's nothing. We'll just let her go," Gourmand said as the girl walked down the road.

A couple minutes later the rat faced Armando Bastille came walking out of the building. "Armando!" Artie called out. "Over here!" It took a while for Armando to figure out where Artie was but he walked over to Artie and Maurice as soon as he saw them peeking out of the building across from the street.

"What do you have with you?" Artie demanded of his goon.

"All I have is this knife. The knife will be useful even if I'm used to having better blades," Armando answered as he brandished the weapon.

"Is that all?"

"Well I think I got an extra map. How worthless this is!"

"Don't be a fool. You can keep the knife but this more descriptive map will be very useful to us." Artie took a good look at the map. "Ah, yes. There are some restaurants and food storage houses around here. We'll leave as soon as Nicolet comes out unless he takes too long."

"I think he'll be the next guy to come out after me. But a girl will come out of the building first. Ola! There she is! Her name is Lisa Simplaît! Or Moaning Lisa as we like to call her," Armando announced as a peach colored girl with spiked hair(think Lisa Simpson from The Simpsons) walked out. She had thoughtful eyes and a nice smile but looked as if she absolutely hated being where she was. Her one piece dress was nice but plain and nondescript. After looking around Lisa took a firm hold of her bag and began to walk down the road in the same direction her friend, Paulette had walked.

"I never liked that bitch. She refused my advances once and ran away from me after kneeing me in the groin," Artie said. "I told her I would get revenge on her and the time is now at hand." Artie took the gun he was using, shot at the girl and missed.

!!POP!!POP!! "Where is that gunfire coming from? Wait there's Artie Gourmand. That fat pig!" "This is for you!" Lisa screamed, taking something out of her bag and throwing it at the large man, hitting him in the stomach!

"Nooo!" Armand screamed as the smoke grenade blew up, filling the room with smoke and fog. "I can't see! I can't see!" the giant screamed.

"Silence, Oaf! It's only a smoke grenade. We'll have to get out of here! Gather up all of our equipment and provisions." Artie and his crew came out of their smoking concealment area and ran into Nicolet Chardin who had just left the building. Lisa was nowhere to be seen by this time, having already ran off with more speed than anyone who knew her would have thought possible.

"Bonjour. Fancy meeting you here. So what now?" the debonair Frenchman said with flare.

"We are leaving this area. Come on let's go," Artie ordered his three man crew as they walked up the road.

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In the United States of America and in other countries, several people had hacked into the signal and so were able to watch the Battle Royale contest. People all over the world were glued to their seats as they observed the events.

"Did you see that hot French babe, dude?" a viewer asked his friend who was also watching the event.

"Yeah. That girl was hot."

In another part of the country. "That French wearing the street clothes was hard, gee."

"Word up, my brother. I'm rooting for MC Turee too. Out of alla them he's the baddest!"

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A moment later, Antoinette Athos walked out of the building confidently. She was tall, wiry but strong for a teenage girl of her height, weight and build. She had long blond hair and a fairly attractive face and figure. "My fellow friends, Porthos and Aramis should be coming out soon. I'll go hide in that area over there," Athos thought to herself as she entered the hidden area Artie Gourmand and his crew had just vacated which had a little bit of smoke left from Lisa's thrown smoke grenade.

After a young man named Pascal Dubois who was tall dark and creepy looking left the building and walked up the road, Bernadette Porthos came out of the building. She was rather large and muscular for a young girl, still being attractive with her greater than shoulder length brown hair and busty figure. Her physique and appearance was similar to that of the She Hulk from Marvel Comics, minus the green skin. She was also very jolly and happy-go-lucky.

"Bernadette! Over here! It's me, Antoinette!"

"Nice place you have here, Bernadette!" the tall young girl said walking into the building Athos was occupying at the time.

"Shh. Someone else is coming. We need to hide," Antoinette cautioned.

As the two girls hid themselves another guy named Rene who was very attractive to the point of being beautiful with his silver hair and sparkling blue eyes pranced and minced his way down the road after walking out of the building, singing and taking in the sights happily. He was very flamboyant and was the best dresser of the whole class and even the whole high school.

"That guy's prettier than I am."

"Don't worry about it, Bernadette. As soon as Aramis shows up we'll make our way out of here," Antoinette said.

"There she is. Hey, Aramis! Over here!" Porthos yelled.

'Not so loud, Bernadette! We don't want everyone to know we're here," Athos warned.

"We're perfectly safe here. You worry too much," the large girl said as Camille Aramis walked into their temporary base.

"She is right, Bernadette. We must keep quite. It's best no one else knows we're here," the medium sized, dark haired girl said gravely. She also was very attractive in a cold, serious sort of way. She actually looked a little like Catwoman from D.C. Comics.

"Now that we're here together. We need to figure out what kind of weapons we have," Athos said as each of them checked their rather long bags.

"Ho ho! Do you think it was an accident that each of us got a fencing blade?" Porthos said, brandishing her blade.

"I doubt it was an accident. Some of the others have guns so we must be careful," Aramis said seriously. " But there's another thing we need to get settled right away."

"What's that, Camille?" Athos asked as she took the measure of her own blade.

"We all know that only one person will be allowed to survive this. Until it's down to the three or even two of us, we guard each other's backs. No backstabbing."

"I agree, Camille. But I say if it comes to just either three or two of us left and if we can't find some way of escaping we fight a fair and square duel. No surprise attacks. We'll fight with honor," Athos said as the two other girls nodded their heads.

"In other words," Porthos said as the three girls raised their swords and clasped them together and shouted. "All for one and one for all!"

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Roger Trotter said as he covered the three wannabe musketeers with a small hand gun. He had sneaked into the hidden area after having noticed the girls talking with each other.

"I told you you were too loud, Bernadette!" Athos said as she regarded the glock Roger covered them with.

"What am I going to do with you three attractive ladies, hmmm?" the rather unattractive teenage boy said, leering at the descendants of the Three Musketeers.

"You can't kill all of us. If we all charge you, one of us will kill you. Be sure of that," Aramis said shrewdly.

"And who will it be? Right now I'm standing twenty feet away from you. I actually think I can shoot all three of you before any of you could get to me. Don't make a move," Roger said pointing his gun at Athos who had tried unsuccessfully to move in a little closer to their captor.

"Before you shoot any of us, how about I give you a free show?" Porthos said as she dropped her sword and began to unbutton her tight shirt. Roger had had a reputation for being a pervert so she thought it was worth a shot. As Bernadette came out of her shirt, Roger had a huge, lusty smile on his face.

"I like you Bernadette. I'll kill you last." As the large busty girl threw her shirt on the floor in an almost strip tease fashion, Roger began to drool all over himself.

"Wait a minute!" Aramis said. "I'm a lot better looking than she is. You should kill me last." The dark haired, fair skinned girl also began to undress. As Roger was staring at the two lovely ladies. He had forgotten all about Athos who stealthily appeared right next to him and cut off his hand. As the gun toting dismembered hand fell to the floor, Athos stabbed Roger in the side, killing him.

"I hope what you saw was worth your life, you pervert!" Athos said as Roger lay on the floor dying.

"Of course it was worth it. Every man would die happy seeing me naked!" Porthos said with a triumphant pose.

"All right, already. Good work, you guys. Now get your clothes on fast. We need to get out of here," Athos said with a sense of urgency as she picked up the glock and put it in her pocket. She also cleaned her sword by wiping it clean on the dead boy's jacket.

As the three girls left and ran down the road, they didn't notice Caroline Malveux. To tell the truth, most people didn't notice Caroline who was very short and plain looking. There was really nothing descriptive about her. She had hid behind the bushes near the building as the girls had taken off. Then she walked down the road in the other direction.

Mimi Shampeau deceased. Roger Trotter deceased. Three down, 39 to go.

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(1) A potato masher is a handle with a bomb on the end of it. It's what the Germans used as a grenade during World War Two.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hoped you've enjoyed reading this. If you like it, let me know with a review.