Koushun Takami - Battle Royale

There was no use trying to figure it out. Hiroki shook his head, checked the roof of the building, and returned to the lantern room.

As he descended the steel spiral staircase in the dim tower and gazed at the inner walls of the lighthouse, Hiroki felt a light sensation of vertigo as if the spiral movement of the stairs were internalized. It might have been from fatigue, but still…

So now there were six students less. Sakamochi said there were fourteen students left, as of the noon announcement. Then there were at most eight students left now.

Was Kayoko Kotohiki still alive? Wasn’t it possible she might have died between noon and now in some area he didn’t know about?

No , Hiroki thought, she has to be alive.

Even though he could hardly justify it, for some reason he was nearly certain. Eight students remaining, possibly even less. But I’m alive, and so must be Kotohiki. This is taking too much time. It’s been a day and a half since the game began, and I still haven’t managed to find Kotohiki. But… I will eventually. Once again he was nearly certain.

Then he thought of Shuya’s trio. None of their three names had been announced. Shogo Kawada had said, “If you’re up for it, you can come aboard our train.”

Was there really a way out? And would he really be able to reach that station with Kotohiki? He wasn’t sure. But at the very least he wanted Kotohiki to board that train.

Shall I offer you a hand then, mademoiselle?

It sounded like something Shinji Mimura would have said. Now he saw how Shinji could be good friends with Yutaka Seto. Shinji liked to kid around. The jokes were different from Yutaka’s, of course. They were more sarcastic and at times biting. Shinji seemed to value “the importance of laughing it off.” At the closing ceremony before New Year’s, when they were in their second year, during the regional education representative’s dull speech, Shinji said, “My uncle once said laughter is essential to maintain harmony, and that that might be our only release. Do you understand that, Hiroki? I still can’t quite get it.”

Although he could relate to it a little, he also felt he didn’t fully get it. It might have been because he was young. But in any case Shinji Mimura and Yutaka Seto were both dead now. He could no longer give Shinji a reply.

As he pondered these thoughts, soon enough he was back in the kitchen filled with five bodies. Once again Hiroki looked over the room covered in blood.

He hadn’t noticed because of the stench, but now he saw the gas stove pot and caught a whiff of the appetizing odor. There was no gas of course, so they were probably in the middle of cooking using solid fuel. He went to take a look. The flame under the pot was out, but there was still steam rising from what looked like stew.

Ever since the game began he’d only had the bread the government had supplied (when he ran out of water he retrieved some from a house well), so he was famished, but he shook his head and peeled his eyes off the pot. He just couldn’t bring himself to eat it. Not in this terrible room. Besides, he had to hurry and find Kotohiki. Hurry up and leave.

He staggered out into the hall. Not having slept at all, he was feeling dizzy.

Someone was standing at the entrance at the far end of the long corridor. Because the hall was dim, this person looked like a silhouette outlined from behind by the light.

Hiroki leaped to his side before his eyes could even open wide and crashed his way into the kitchen. All at the same time, flames came bursting from the silhouette’s hands. A row of bullets raced past the tips of Hiroki’s feet flying out of the hall.

Hiroki grimaced from the sudden surprise. He got up, crouched, and then closed the door and locked it.

The gunfire sounded familiar. It was the sound he’d heard before and after that incredible explosion. After he escaped Toshinori Oda, he heard the sound of gunfire behind him—it was whatever killed Toshinori Oda. It was also the gunfire he’d heard when Yumiko Kusaka and Yukiko Kitano were killed. He’d heard the gunfire several other times. It all came from “that classmate.” Like Hiroki, the assailant had probably come here after hearing gunfire. Or maybe the student was here to kill the assailant who’d killed Yukie Utsumi’s group. Or maybe—the assailant himself was returning.

Kneeling down on the floor, Hiroki reached around his back and gripped his gun with his left hand. He’d found the bullets in the day pack Mitsuko left behind, so it was now fully loaded, but he couldn’t find an extra magazine. Maybe Mitsuko had put it in her pocket. Colt Government .45 Single-Action Automatic. Seven rounds in the magazine, plus one in the chamber. He couldn’t afford to reload the bullets individually. The moment he did he’d be wasted by the assailant’s machine gun or any other gun on him or her.

His back against the wall, Hiroki looked at the kitchen where the girls’ corpses were. Unfortunately, the windows were sealed with planks from the inside. It would take too much time to tear them off and escape. He looked over at the door leading to the tower. No, that was impossible. It was too high for him to jump off the top of the lighthouse. It would be insane. He’d end up sun bathing right next to Yuko Sakaki. No, wait—what was this “someone” trying to do? Was he tiptoeing behind the door, approaching, or was he taking his time waiting for Hiroki to come out? No, he had to be in a rush too. He had to get rid of Hiroki before he might be shot from behind by someone else arriving as a result of the gunfire.

Hiroki was right. The wood around the doorknob was blown to bits. (In fact, several of the bullets exiting the door tore off the shoulder and side of Chisato Matsui, who was lying directly in front of the door.)

The door crashed open.

The dark figure leaped into the room.

As it tumbled over once and got up, Hiroki realized it was Kazuo Kiriyama (Male Student No. 6). Ignoring the corpses in the room, he pointed his machine gun to the side of the door which was his blind spot, and immediately began firing away.

After five or six bullets tore through the wall the gunfire stopped… because he saw no one there.

Now was his chance. Hiroki swung his stick up and leaped onto Kazuo Kiriyama from above. At the last instant he’d decided to climb to the top of the high shelf installed beside the door. He’d decided against using the gun since he wasn’t used to it and had tucked it away again. The important thing was to stop the assailant—who turned out to be Kazuo Kiriyama—from shooting anymore.

Kazuo responded by looking up. He lifted the muzzle of his machine gun, but the handle of the broom Hiroki held struck Kazuo’s wrist. The Ingram M10 9mm crashed onto the floor, slid, and stopped beyond the table where Satomi Noda was.

Kazuo tried to pull out another gun (it was a large automatic pistol, different from the revolver Toshinori Oda had), but Hiroki, who’d landed and balanced himself, quickly swung the tip of his stick and struck this gun down too.

A rapid assault! I’ll strike him down!

The stick came swinging down, but Kazuo quickly bent back and somersaulted backwards. He leaped over Yukie Utsumi’s body with the grace of a kung fu master, and after tumbling once he was standing in front of the center table. By the time he was standing he had a revolver in his right hand, the one that belonged to Toshinori Oda.

But even Kazuo couldn’t have foreseen Hiroki’s agility. He’d immediately moved within eighty centimeters of Kazuo.

“Yahh!” Hiroki swung his stick, striking the gun in Kazuo’s hand three times. It flew into the air. Before it landed on the floor, the other end of Hiroki’s stick swung at Kazuo’s face. There was a table behind Kazuo. He couldn’t retreat anymore.