The boy was back in the corner of the hut. At first, the fighting scared him but as he realized he would have to be part of it at one time of another, he took hold of himself, braced himself for the inevitability of that final blow to his abdomen, his belly, his stomach. He moved outward but stayed toward the back of the room, back against the wall. Slowly, he moved off of it. He mustered all the courage he could. He was after all a small boy, black hair, bushy on top, green eyes. Small frame. He felt the steel tip of the piece he had found in the abandoned hut. It was in the remains of his denim knee ending shorts, the shorts held up by the sturdy belt and buckle which had survived the crash. The eerie green glow from the fire outside the brick lined building, once serving scientists and military personnel, began to waver. The fight was dragging on.

The sounds of the battle before him became more evident as he steeled himself to the violence of it. The sun was coming up and the little boy groans and grunts of the two combatants sounded as a song for his own survival. The one who would lose, he was sure, put up a good fight. Being lithe and skinny, he was fast on his feet. The long haired blond kid, hair cut straight in back, was able to move away from his much bigger opponent. It wasn't fair really. The thick muscled boy with long thick brown hair was built like a wrestler. In fact, he must have been one in his own training center. He had a large club and swung it at the small almost angelic looking, now savage dirty blond. The blond boy swung a pitiful knife, which seemed to be made out of some left over metal like the one he found in this abandoned building.

Any moment now, the club would strike the blond boy and either kill him instantly or cripple him, enabling the thick muscled savage to quickly finish him off... or perhaps this sadist relished making him die slow. Either way, he would have to watch. A duck. The little one bent as the club split in two against the wall not far from the first boy, Connor. Wood fragmented all over the floor. The club was now a pointy sword which found its way into the bare belly of the shirtless blond kid. The groans and grunts of battle stopped and the one was now of pain. The bigger boy, Frank, was, at first, in shock over his win and what he had done. As it dawned him and his victim, Jordan, he began to smile in triumph, glad it was over. Connor could only pick up the remains of the club and begin to fashion his own makeshift knife out of it and the piece of metal in his makeshift pocket. His real pockets had long since been ripped by survival on this island. He felt callous as he did this. For while he did the blond boy, Jordan, held the wood that splintered into his bare belly, crashing through his navel and coursing in his guts. The blond boy began to sink on his knees. Feeling victorious, Frank pushed harder into Jordan, making mush of Jordan's stomach, which had tried to use it muscles to resist.

Connor recalled the pugnaciousness with which Frank had met the knowledge that he was to fight Jordan. Being the messenger and watcher, Connor watched Frank take the news with guarded calmness. He stood in front of an old painting on the wall, one of the only things left in the building when the military evacuated the scientists. Connor was sure there were others who had come to this building...looters perhaps. Natives maybe. Leftovers from the military or worse...military experiments. Coldly, feeling only for himself, Connor put his hand to his own navel just above his golden belt buckle.

Then he saw Jordan reach up swiftly with his knife and catch the hard, ripped muscle of Frank's abdominals. Frank was caught in the middle of a laugh at Jordan. His yelp filled the emptiness of the big building. Jordan gasped with pain and delight as he cut everywhich way in Frank's muscular lower regions. He cut in, down, up, to intestines, to belly. Equally vicious was Frank's ripping of Jordan. Connor picked his left hand away from his belly button and put it to his hair, brushing it back in awe. To his non-horror but to his own depression, he found himself smiling as both boys were locked in a death grip, neither one wanting to give out first.

Outside, many of the group relaxed. One was the calm Bergin with his dirty blond hair, older than Connor and Jordan, hair parted in the middle, less long than Jordan's, his brown eyes and friendly smile. He was under the shade of some trees, the tops of which made it seem like the dark of night. He heard some noise and sat up.

Also sitting up was Smiley but somewhere else. Well endowed in every aspect, the short haired, crewcut kid, Smiley, was in one of the native huts that the servants of the scientists lived in. The servants were used in experiments as well as serving. He rested on a plush red drop cloth, his abs standing out AND in like a solid 8 pack. He always wore a loose fitting brown leather necklace, not the expensive kind but the kind that could have value only if one had it for a long time. Which Smiley did.

Connor wondered about the other battles that would soon happen; it read in his mind like a wrestling protocol or a boxer promotional sheet:

7054-Deryl vs. Bodeen
provided Deryl won against the similar but smaller Bodeen, all with knives, Died: Bodeen

6952-Deryl vs. Rustay
brown-black haired and innocent seeming Rustay himself against blond punk hairdoed Deryl, Died: both-Deryl stuck first; Rustay kills self

7036-Mitchell vs. Gerald
smaller blond with short hair in front of his dirty blond head and longer hair in back--Mitchell would be faced off against the taller, leaner and nastier Gerald; Died: Gerald

9017-Mitchell vs. Gerald twin, died: Gerald

3668-7039-Mitchell vs. Ian if he survived Mitchell would face another blond--one of the biggest boys--muscular Ian, who always wore a white head band--these would probably use longer knives or even the thick fashioned swords, died: Both

-Leif vs. Bronston Leif, named after Leif Garrett and looking a lot like him if a bit rougher looking would fight short haired younger Bronston who almost always used a sword

7097-Sven vs. Garrison
one of the oldest and somewhat more mature boys Sven would face off against someone the others thought his equal--Garrison, the handsome faced All American type who was just as mean as the others underneath--he also seemed to possess the best abs in the entire camp of teens and kids on the island--Garrison almost always had the top of his white underwear sticking up from out of his dark blue denims (shorts that came just below the knees) as Sven had his multi colored powder blue undies showing up its thick waist band out of his lite cloud blue denim shorts--which also end below the knee

7108-Victor vs. Vince
a kid with dark blond hair usually worn combed back wet named Victor would face off with knives against another kid who looked a lot like him...his own brother...his twin Vince

7116-Ernesto vs. Jimmy
the dark showoff kid, Costrican Ernesto will square off against someone who may not be as quick or as strong, the long brown haired Jimmy--who wears a brown headband around his head and had the most fabulous body--but will it be enough?

7066-Rudy vs. Paco
the mesomorphic bulky but strong teen who is Cuban, Rudy, will have to fight off the equal strength of the Puerto Rican Paco, both look alike and remind the others of the same kid

7126-Justin Long vs. Eddie Furrgh
one of the kids who looks like a darker Eddie Furlong and younger than that actor may have to fight a kid who is always smiling--a sort of slimmer LEAVE IT TO BEAVER type kid with straight silky hair, kinda reminds me of that Justin Whalean kid when he was younger and on CHARLES IN CHARGE for about three episodes

7139, 7523-Jackson vs. Mickey
a karate dude with long black bushy hair in back named Jackson who wears long white pants like sweats or something will fight Mickey, a very Irish kid whose skin looks red all the time from the sun and who is big into swords and bows and arrows---Mickey has this maroon type hair

7524, 7125-Steven vs. Mickey's
brother black and bushy haired Steven (with longer hair than the other older boys), a happy smiling boy, older but too innocent and pacifistic to really make much of a fight will fight Mickey's older brother (older by only a year or so)--a dashing Irish boy with wild sideburns and short hair and a mean spirit; and there are others

3513-short black curly hair, ears showing, lite blue shorts with white shorts sticking out from underwear vs. darker blue shorts, bushy hair, bulkier

A louder than usual gasp from Frank snapped Connor's thoughts back into the room. Neither combatant wanted to give out before the other. Silly really, as they both were soon to be dead. Frank gripped his left hand around the knife handle, trying to push the knife outward. Jordan wouldn't have it and in his frenzy was able to keep Frank moving back. Frank groaned as Jordan gave a yelp of victory. But Frank was driving the pointy wood into Jordan with each step Jordan took toward him. Frank was able to swing his body away from the wall where Jordan was heading him and both boys slumped to their knees. Frank let go of the wood and as Jordan moved the knife around, tried to grab for the little kid's shoulders but the pain was too much. He slumped backward, his knees bent behind his backside and back. Jordan followed but unstuck Frank's belly and made another jab into it after pulling out. Frank's abs were stretched out before him, the cut in the belly button showing deeper than before. Connor couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jordan left the knife in Frank's lower middle and allowed himself to fall onto his side. He fell just infront of Frank's feet. Frank rolled, in great pain, and managed to grab hold of the piece of wood, driving it forward with all his might. It popped out the back of the smaller boy and dangled, the front end caught in the boy's back half. Both boys fell, breathing shallowly, gasping for breath in an almost obsene way. Jordan moved and spasmed one last time...an angered cry, a great movement toward Frank. As he did so, he grabbed onto his knife and unstuck it from Frank and wanted to jab it in again but he fell onto his side, unable to do more damage.

Frank was on his back, holding his butchered belly with both hands. One leg went up in the air, the other was bent at the knee. Jordan was on his side, holding his bloody pulp of a stomach with one hand and trying to get hold of the knife which Jordan threw. With great will, Jordan retrieved the knife and flung himself ontop of Frank, jabbing the knife into the side of the older boy's taunt, tight side of his stomach. Huffing into a release of relief air, the boys died, embraced. Connor didn't know where to look. It looked private between the two. He felt horrid. And there was more to come. Could it be stopped? Could the others, the gentle ones as well as the harder, tougher ones work together to fight this horrible experiment or would they give in to the nature implanted in them?