Authors: Cameron Jace
Okay. First the roses. Then the tomatoes. Then the bullets. I think I have had enough, thank you very much. Can we switch the channel?
Leo shoves me to the floor. My eyes are wide, and my neck is twisted. I wonder why he is driving down the slope with the teenagers screaming around us. I guess there is no use in trying to escape the games, with thousands of military soldiers surrounding us. The car is going to be useful in the field. We have immunity from soldiers in the Playa. They are not allowed inside.
As the car slides down, pulled by gravity since Leo doesn’t have the keys, I try not to bump my head on the inside of the Jeep.
Instead of driving faster, Leo is using the brakes to slow down. Other students are trying to hop inside for a ride as I crawl back up in my seat. I see the battlefield from this high point. It is huge. A city of its own. I can’t see its end. There is an amusement park in the distance. I can see a rollercoaster. There is a forest, a lake, a huge glass dome, a monorail, an area full of industrial buildings, and a main street where the buses are lined up, ready for the race. I turn back to the other students who try to hop in, and invite them to.
Leo looks angrily at me. He doesn’t want anyone else riding along, which I find mean. If we’re all going to die, we might as well die together. I don’t see the difference, Jeep or no Jeep. We are all going down to the yellow buses.
The Jeep is full once we reach the end of the slope. Everyone runs to the buses, arguing about who is a better driver.
"This game is illegal," I hear Roger This yell happily. "None of us is old enough for a driver’s license yet!" Except Leo, I tell myself. But who didn't learn to drive a car behind their parents’ backs before they reached the legal age? I was sure that many knew how to dive.
Leo pushes the teens away from the Jeep. He takes no prisoners. I should be running toward a bus, but I feel that I am with him. In my head, I sound like we are going to the prom. I am with him. I am with Leo, the mysterious, unethical, Nine-looking, outranked boy. King and queen of the Monsters. Once death comes knocking on the door, you think about those little things you took for granted in life. I realize that I am never going to the prom.
Leo picks up a bag from the backseat, and fills it with items. Seeing Leo pack a flashlight makes me feel better. It means he has plans to survive until tomorrow morning. That’s a start.
“You need help?” I ask, wanting him to know that I am not a regular girl. I know he is the one with the rifle, but I could have pulled this off, if only they hadn't changed the games. Should I explain to him that I am here to find Woo?
Leo throws the heavy backpack toward me. I catch it and straighten my back. Happy I caught it, suddenly a huge girl, like monster huge--pun intended--flattens me to the ground, as she runs me over like a truck. I tilt my head to stand up. Leo is staring at me. He looks disappointed.
"What?" I shout at him. "Haven't been run over by a truck before?" I pick the backpack up off the ground and stand up.
“The best way to play the game is to
play
the game,” I hear Roger This educating the teens. This boy is like all over the place. “Think of it as a video game, and just play along. Never think about dying. Just play. We’re Bad Kidz, after all. We love to play,” he preaches.
Leo tucks the rifle under his jacket, and picks up a strange instrument from the car. It is like a crowbar that closes full circle, and it has a bent edge that looks like it could pull something hooked to it. It looks pretty heavy, like a train chain that can be used to connect two trains together. He grabs my arm with his free hand so tight it hurts. His fingers feel like wood. He stares at my body from top to bottom, looking at my legs. Is this boy a psycho, or what? He might be a sex offender. Maybe that’s why he was banned. Does the iAm recognize serial killers?
Leo turns me around like a doll, still checking me out, as if Armageddon isn’t about to start. I am blinking, but I push him away. He smirks, almost parting his lips.
“Get off me!" I yell. "What kind of girl do you think I am? Do you even have time for this?" It's ridiculous I don't punch him in the face.
"He is a Nine," a girl says behind him in the middle of the hysteria. "You should be flattered."
"Runaway before I flatten you to the floor, you little meek," I shout at her, and she runs.
Leo doesn't respond to anything I say. Bluntly, he reaches for my black dress, an inch above my knees, and rips it apart with both hands, his crowbar set on the floor for the moment. I shriek in surprise, unable to comprehend the madness. But I look down and find my dress is a lot shorter now. I will be able to run faster. I could not care less about my naked, mud-covered thighs. It’s naked or die right now.
So he's not a lunatic?
Leo pushes me from behind, urging me to run for a certain bus, and then pantomimes a guy driving an invisible steering wheel. He wants me to drive the bus? I can’t drive that well. There had never been any driving in past games. But Leo doesn’t allow me to explain. He pushes me farther. I run.
Looking back while I run, I see him drive the Jeep again, park it right behind the bus, and then chain the bus and the jeep with the crowbar.
Although I don’t fully get it, I admire the plan of having two vehicles. Enthusiasm is tilling my spine. I think Roger This’ advice might help. Let’s play. I find myself getting on the bus, pushing away the teens fighting over the driver’s seat, and magically hug the wheel, marking it as mine.
This seat is mine!
I hug the big steering wheel with my arms, barely covering it. Leo jumps onto the bus, waving his rifle and signaling for everyone to take a seat. He is older, more serious, bigger, and doesn’t speak. You can’t argue with someone who is mute. All you can do is obey. He looks like a Terminator. A cute, swoon-worthy one.
We all get instant stand-by messages on our iAms.
“Are you ready, folks?” says Timmy in the iScreen, leaning against the wall, and gorging on a carrot. If the carrot is referring to something or someone, I don’t know what it means, but the viewers go crazy, laughing and saying he looks like someone called Bugs Bunny. They say Bugs Bunny is a rabbit. No wonder that his name is Timothy Rabbit. “Nine minutes from now, this could be all,
folks
.” More carrot-biting, more laughs. “I will count down from five to one, and then the ride is on. Live or explode. Remember, at all moments in the next nine minutes, you have to be on a moving vehicle, driving fifty-miles-per-hour, at the least. Anyone who falls, or walks down the street, not on a vehicle, will be…” Will be what? He doesn’t say. “Unless you can run fifty-miles-per-hour for nine minutes straight. In case you want to risk that, use your iAm to keep track of your speed. Whoever breaks the rules will be electrocuted through his iAm.”
If I really want to scare myself, I’ll use my iAm to measure my heart rate. It’s shooting through the roof.
Leo snatches my iAm, and sets it on stopwatch. I want to tell him to use his iAm instead. He waits for Timmy’s countdown, looking straight into my eyes.
“Those of you who stole the Jeep,” says Timmy. “Not a bad move. But don’t expect us not to blow it up three minutes after starting the engine. In the spirit of the game, I will not count a Jeep being pulled by a bus as a moving vehicle. I will start counting once you start its engine though, if you make it that far. Good luck with the endless number of Monsters who will want to kill you for that precious Jeep.”
I look up at Leo and smile. He nods. No smile. A calculating stone. A surviving machine.
So Leo’s plan is to jump from the bus back to the Jeep before the three minutes end. Then we start the engine of the Jeep. That will buy us another three minutes. I can’t think about the last three minutes now. I am sure Leo has a plan. If he doesn’t, I don’t want to panic.
This is what I have to learn from now on… living life, appreciating it, a minute at a time. Well, in my case, three minutes at a time.
“Five,” Timmy counts.
I start the bus’s engine, making sure I have a tight grip on the wheel.
“Four,” says Timmy.
I look at Leo for reassurance. I can’t make anything of his serious posture. How long is this guy going to stay silent? Talk to me at least once before we die.
“Three.”
Leo starts the stopwatch already, buying us a second or two. He pushes my leg against the gas pedal, firing a shot through the ceiling. We are the first to go. We are cheating to stay alive. I’d rather cheat to pass an exam.
“Two.”
The bus shakes a little because of the weight of the Jeep we’re towing. Had we been towing another bus, it wouldn’t have worked. Too heavy. It’s such a smart idea, Leo stealing a Jeep, smaller and lighter.
“Cheaters!” says Timmy. “I am starting to like these Monsters.” Timmy either doesn’t know it’s us, or is acting as if he doesn’t know us.
“One.”
I can hardly control the bus. It sways left and right on the asphalt. The more I push the gas pedal, I lose control even more. Leo puts his hands over mine on the steering wheel to maintain stability. I look in the rearview mirror. The boys and girls are on the edge of their seats.
“Wow,” one of the game-loving boys says. “At least we’re not going to school.”
I don’t think any of us really understands we might die any minute. Somehow, the spirit of
play
is still in us.
The bus next to me starts hitting the side of mine, on purpose. The outranked in my bus scream. Why is the other bus hitting us?
Leo gets to the edge of the door and fires two shots into the air to scare them away.
“They want the Jeep!” a girl yells from the back of our bus.
My bus!
Of course they want the Jeep. We are almost one minute in. Students in other busses are already panicking, jumping and running away. They are trying to keep up with the speed on their feet, trusting their own bodies better than any other plan. Fifty-miles-per-hour non-stop, are you kidding me? Some run away into the forest, thinking the Summit can’t see them in there. Bad idea. On your feet or not, after three minutes, you have to use a new transportation method. That’s the trick.
“You fools!” I scream out the window. "The speed is detected by your iAm, not the vehicle you are on. If you are on a bus moving at fifty-miles-per-hour, your body’s speed is the same to the iAm." Uneducated and outranked, I think. I am not here for them. I am here for Woo. But first, I have to stay alive.
Suddenly, I find out that some of those on foot are running toward our bus. Leo signals for me to close the doors. I hesitate. I can’t. I won’t do it.
They deserve a chance. There is room enough in the bus. Leo challenges me with that daring look, and I dare to look back at him. I will not shut the door! This is my bus. I can let anyone I want on it!
He looks at me, frustrated, unaware that I am not just any other girl, submitting to his silent orders. He turns back and blocks the door himself, firing in the air again.
The back door is still open. A couple of runners jump inside. The others in the bus help them. I see some of them hanging over the edges of the open windows of the school bus in the rear-view mirror. If this was the regular school bus taking us to school every day, I doubt students would be so eager to get on it.
“You must be wondering why we would want to explode the lovely buses that bring you to school,” I hear Timmy say on the iAm, talking to the viewers. “Are we about to end school forever?”
The audience says, “Yeaaaah. No school.”
“Sorry, my friends. Not going to happen. But we’re happy to announce a brand-new set of school buses, a present from Prophet Hannibal Xitler, starting in the new semester.”
Audience praise. Audience hail. Audience boom.
Silly crowd. I swear if I outlive this, I will kick them in the
loompas
. Don’t ask. I don’t know what it means. I heard a girl say it to a boy in school. Still, I am afraid that if I kick them in the loompas, they’ll still laugh.
Two minutes in.
I can see a school bus dragging another bus in the rear-view mirror. I guess they replicated the idea of the jeep. Why not? But they are barely keeping up with the minimum speed. Their bus could break down… hopefully not before the three minutes.
There is also a bus with faces glued to the window, watching us. They are all tattooed and pierced with grinning faces, as if waiting for something. Their tattoos are all the same, as if they belong to a gang. The tattoo is of someone riding something, maybe surfing. No, it’s a picture of a girl riding a flying skateboard. The tattooed boys and girls creep me out. Why are they so calm and silent?
Thirty seconds to explosion.
The world around me is a mess. Fights over buses, buses colliding, crazy outranked running in the streets of the Playa. I think I just drove over something. No!
A girl is panicking behind me. She is trying to choke me with her hands, pulling me back against the pole. I struggle to keep my hands on the wheel. This will mess up everything. What is she thinking?
“We are going to die!” she screams at me. I see her in the mirror, but I can’t speak. My throat hurts. She has big hands. She is the same girl who knocked me off. Truck Girl is trying to kill me while I am driving the bus. Seeing a girl her size afraid scares me, but I am not going to take my hands off the wheel.
Leo is shooting at the other buses trying to crash into us. He doesn’t see me, and I can’t talk against the loudness of screams. The other outranked are all fighting each other or counting.
“We are going to die. You hear me?” Truck Girl screams in my ear.
I know. I know. We are going to die. What’s the point of killing me before we die? What’s the point of reminding me?
I finally manage to push her away with one hand, keeping my other hand on the wheel. She falls back. I don’t know where, and I don’t care.
Back to driving position.
Leo looks back to me, giving me a sign that he is going to the back of the bus. He suggests I keep driving until he fires a shot or something. In the mirror, I see him walk the aisle to the back, pushing anyone who tries to stop him. He fires a shot to break the rear-window open. He jumps out into the Jeep. I lose track of him, but there is a world war going on back there. Everyone is headed for the Jeep, even those who wanted to get on the bus earlier.