There was a strange feeling in the air.

Alan Priester had gone to this school for a semester now. He'd grown complacent with the kindly, naive teachers, the unique students, and the all-around positive environment, but he'd always felt there was something strange about it all.

Something out of place.

First there were the knives he found in the english teacher's desk. Then there was that time he was in Mr. Persichina's room during lunch, with nobody else there, and he conveniently found the book "How to Efficiently Exterminate High Schoolers." At that point, he'd definitely become suspicious.

But today was the most suspicious day of all. Today, Mrs. Price, the homeroom English teacher, actually WASN'T whining on about English grammar and whatnot with that high-pitched voice. In fact, today she was holding a glimmering black knife in her right hand. And her face looked dead serious.

"I'm sorry, children," she started, with an amazingly low voice, contradictory to her usual irritating high-pitched, chipmunk-squeak voice, "today we're going to play a little game."

At that moment, an unmistakable (incredibly f'ing huge) figure entered the doorway. "I'M SORRY I'M LATE!" it yelled, and it continued to make random, annoying babbling noises in an attempt to actually be entertaining and funny.

"YOU IDIOT. I'M NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS ANYMORE," Mrs. Price screamed, "IF YOU SAY ONE MORE IDIOTIC, SAD LITTLE ATTEMPT AT BEING COOL, THEN YOU'RE GONNA DIE!"

The huge blob, named Elton Stolze (Male Student No. doesn'tdeserveanumber) mistook this as an insignificant phrase and said, "HI JOHNNY!"

A blur.

Alan barely perceived a shining object heading towards Elton's forehead. A quivering black knife embedded itself deeply into Elton's infinite layers of flab. Elton, looking up and seeing the knife in his forehead, remarked, "Hey, that tickles!"

Mrs. Price gaped at the blubbery monstrosity which manifested itself as one of her students. Then, in a blur of motion, she hurled at least two dozen shurikens in Elton's direction. However, instead of oozing blood, nothing came out of the wounds except white, glistening globs of fat. Rummaging inside the desk, Mrs. Price emerged with an anti-tank style gatling gun. By this point Elton had gotten suspicious.

"Mrs. Price, what are you doing? Is this some sort of group activity? In that case, I think Johnny should do it."

A boy in the corner stared at Elton with cold, emotionless eyes. It was the one known as Johnny (Male Student No. 1).

An ear-splitting sound erupted into the classroom. The class was shocked at Mrs. Price at first, but now a gatling gun, used inside a CLASSROOM where guns weren't ALLOWED (I should say, easy to smuggle in)? This was getting ridiculous.

So anyway, a large hail of bullets rained down on Elton's blubbery stomach. The entire class was showered with globulets of slimy blubber. With no adverse effects on Elton besides his exclamation (and parts of his shirt getting blown off. Ewww)!

"HEY! FREE LIPOSUCTION! I THINK I'VE FINALLY REACHED JUST ONE TON!"

Johnny, sitting in the corner, raised his hand. After a nod of acknowledgement from Mrs. Price, he asked, "That looks like fun! Can I help?"

Mrs. Price, a little bit surprised at the boy's strange desire for violence, gave her assent. Johnny then whipped out an anti-aircraft rocket launcher from his backpack (that he just happened to be carrying around with him). He loaded a rocket, and a flaming explosion erupted from the large barrel, followed by a shower of, not only white globules of fat, but actual BLOOD. The class turned away from Johnny and stared at the charred remains of Elton's obese body.

There was utter silence as every student gaped at the carnage. Then, one by one, everyone began a frenzied applause, whooping and cheering at the death of the monstrosity.

Jennifer (Female Student No. 4), noticed that the mouth of the blob was still open, and commenced to get up from her seat near the door and kick that hole until it was nothing more than a pile of teeth and blood.

"JENNIFER! What are you doing out of your seat?" Mrs. Price asked.

"Oh, you know, I was just like, kicking Elton's mouth, like, you know?" Jennifer calmly responded, while twirling her hair, crossing her legs, and creating elaborate gesticulations with her hands.

Mrs. Price, bending over to apparently tie her high heel (which was strange because she was wearing them in the first place), came up and hurled a high heel in Jennifer's general direction. In mid-air, Alan saw several sharp knives erupting from the sole. Jennifer was doing some girly hand thing, but before she could dodge, the shining points embedded themselves in her calf. She fell.

"Let that be a warning to anybody else who just wants to exit their seat, talk, be annoying, or worst of all, be FAT."

"Oh, like, that was totally uncool Mrs. Price. Talk to the hand, 'cuz the face don't wanna listen to you no more, foo," Jennifer said as she twirled her hand and turned her head away.

Johnny, raising his hand again, exclaimed, "Mrs. Price, how could you do something so horrid as MISSING! Go for the throat, you fool, the throat!"

Mrs. Price ignored him and announced, "No time to finish her off. So anyway, here are the rules of this game. Each of you were given metal collars when you entered the classroom this morning. Those were not there for you to look fashionable. Nope. Those are gonna explode if you decide to try to take them off. Oh yeah, the point of this little game is for all of you to kill each other until only one of you is remaining (personally, I put my money on Johnny, but that Alan guy has the superior brainpower (although Johnny is more cool and awesome). The only thing I can tell you about how this game is going to proceed is that Jennifer is going to die very, very quickly. Otherwise, it's no-holds-barred killing baby!"

At that moment, she whipped out a cigarette from her coat pocket. People started gasping, not so much because they were being forced to kill each other, but because Mrs. Price SMOKED?

Mrs. Price continued, "So anyway, if nobody kills each other within twenty-four hours, all of your heads are going to explode. And, if nobody kills each other in TWELVE hours, Jennifer, you're going to die early."

Jennifer turned around from talking lovey-dovey talk with Sam Kwon behind her when her name was called. "What?"

Mrs Price, when she discovered that Jennifer was no longer listening to her, whipped the cigarette out of her mouth at blinding speed in Jennifer's direction. It embedded itself deeply within her hair, and soon there was a blaze atop Jennifer's head. Jennifer, in an attempt to put out the fire, got out of her seat.

BIG mistake.

Mrs. Price had now given Jennifer three chances. She'd gotten out of her seat, whispered (about love?) with Sam Kwon, and then idiotically gotten out of her seat again. This was the final straw.

Mrs. Price's face was red with anger now. Steam could practically be seen coming out of her ears. Her mouth opened to pronounce her final verdict.

"JOHNNY! TAKE CARE OF HER!"

"Yes, ma'am," Johnny responded, with a smile of glee on his face. He reached in his pocket and threw something yellow straight at Jennifer. It embedded itself deep into her right boob.

"NOOO! PADDY! YOU WERE SO GOOD TO ME!" she screamed, as she desperately grasped at her boob.

"NOOO! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE ONE!" Samuel Kwon screamed. People stared at him momentarily and shook their heads in dismay.

Jennifer took another half minute to pull the yellow object out of her breast. It turned out to be a sharpened Hohner kazoo. "anyway", Mrs. Price continued, "Every six hours I will announce the names of who died in the past six hours and forbidden zones. Yes, forbidden zones, you know, where if you go there the collar automatically explodes? Yeah, this school has been zoned off and divided into a grid," she drew a rough map on the whiteboard, "complete with letters and numbers," she added letters on a vertical side and numbers on a lateral side, "and that's just about it. So, we will pick a random number to start with and release each of you in order, male female, with two minutes intervals. When you leave, take one of those black daypacks near the door. Each has a random weapon in it (except Jennifer's. She automatically gets a rabid, wild caterpillar for a weapon). Now we shall draw."

Mrs. Price took out a large brown tophat from beneath her desk. She ruffled around in it for a few seconds and came up with a piece of paper. "Hmm... Male Student No. 1, Johnny? Hell no. Where the hell is Jennifer's?!"

She ruffled around some more until she found Jennifer's. "That's right, Jennifer goes out first. Yes, the draw was, um... purely random!"

Jennifer smiled, for despite her stabbed boob, burnt hair, and bleeding calf, she was PICKED for something! She was never picked for sports or to be in anybody's group for intellectual exercises, but now she was picked for a life-and-death GAME! WHOO!

She skipped out of the door after picking up a daypack. As she frolicked down the hallway, she decided to discover the daypack's contents. However, the moment she unzipped it, a rabid, furious caterpillar leaped at her face. Dozens upon dozens of small, bleeding, caterpillar-size wounds appeared on her face as she screamed in an annoying, high-pitched tone. She didn't know it, but within the classroom, Johnny smiled.

Eventually she managed to wrestle the caterpillar until it deftly crawled into her undergarments. Deciding she was never going to have kids anyway, she continued walking out.

She was two meters out the door when all of a sudden Mrs. Price's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Sector, um, well, the one in front of Jennifer is now a forbidden zone."

Jennifer turned to the left. "Um, Jennifer, that's also a forbidden zone." She turned to the right. "Nope, that too." Now she was sad. Not really expecting any more success, she turned to her left again. Surprisingly, no voice came over the loudspeaker until she was meters away from the dividing mark. "Um, sector whateversectorjenniferisin is now a forbidden zone."

Jennifer only had one way out now. She tried to sprint (which was walking speed to most people) towards the hallway she had exited from. As she was about to enter the threshold, the door smacked into her. Mrs. Price's voice once again called out, "I thought her head was supposed to blow? Dammit, must've been the wrong button. Maybe it's this one...."

Jennifer felt vibrations shake her entire body, beginning from her neck. A slow burning sensation invaded her spinal column, followed by a soft feeling in her neck (which, she didn't realize it, were her tendons being ripped apart). She felt blood dripping onto her shirt for a split second before she realized she was being blown apart.

Damn, I should've cooked Johnny some more Jell-o... she thought, and with her last breath she screamed "GODDAMN PERVERTED CATERPILLARS!" Before she landed on her back, her head had already been blow five meters away, a trail of blood following it. It was still rolling.

The voice came over the loudspeaker again, "Oops, um... that was an accident. Yes, an accident. Um, those forbidden zones are no longer forbidden. Sorry if it caused any problems."

Out of a dark cave in Jennifer's southern area, a caterpillar emerged, blood covering its body. It crawled towards Jennifer's right boob (which was stabbed), opened its genetically mutated sharpened mandibles, and started feasting upon the bloody flesh.

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