The third season of the hit international reality show, Total Drama World Tour, had finally come to a conclusion. Months had passed since everyone had to swim to safety as giant fiery lava rocks spewed from a volcano. The contestants had moved on and time had passed. Several of them kept in touch, but many didn't find the need to. Some of them continued trying to pursue a career in reality TV. Heather however, whose money fell into the volcano, saw no point in trying out for anymore reality TV shows, especially Total Drama. After having her head shaved, wearing nasty wigs and losing her money, there was no reason to keep trying.
Heather sat in her tastefully decorated room, filled with the newest gadgets, devices and creations. Sure, that extra million dollars could have helped her buy something new, but she basically had everything she possibly wanted and needed. Just then, Heather's phone starting ringing. "Oh great, this better not be another damn call from my grandparents." Heather angrily mumbled as she walked over and ripped her iPhone off of its charger, breaking it, causing the end of the charger to be wedged into her phone. "Agh, damn it!" Heather screamed as she answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Heather speaking." Heather answered, with a faux happy tone.
"HEATHER!" a voice happily cheered on the other end of the line. Heather held the phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, who is this?" Heather asked impatiently.
"I think you know who it is! And I have got a favor to ask you!" the voice said.
"Oh my God, not one of you people. No, I don't want to meet up and I know you're actually fifty years old-" Heather stopped in mid sentence. That voice…it sounded familiar. It was one she hadn't heard in a while, but she knew who it was. "Oh my God…CHRIS?!"
"YOU GUESSED IT HOT SHOT!" Chris laughed on the other line.
"I don't know how you got my number, but you need to stop calling me!" Heather screamed into her phone.
"Wait! I have to ask you something…" Chris started. There was a brief moment of silence. "I've invited the entire old cast back to the island, for one final reunion and-"
"No." Heather said. "No more contests, no more games and no more bullshit!"
"It isn't even a season! It won't even air on TV!" Chris explained. "I thought it would be nice if all of you guys could get together, and you could reminisce."
"What if I don't want to go?" Heather asked. "No one can make me."
"Well…" Chris began. The sound of shuffling papers is heard through the phone. "'Within a six month waiting period, all casts, crew, and individuals who participated in the television show, Total Drama, are hereby to remain under contract due to any pending liabilities, legal issues, lawsuits and any other show related mishaps.'" Chris read from his self created contract. "So, I own you guys for another two weeks."
"Whatever! When do we need to be there and when do we need to leave?" Heather asked, as she walked over to her closet and opened the doors, looking for clothes to pack."
"This Saturday. All you guys will meet at the airport and take a plane straight to the town of Wawanakwa! There, a boat will pick you guys up and deliver you to Wawanakwa Island!" Chris told Heather. "But basically it's for a whole two weeks until your contract ends. Or whenever I feel like letting you go. See you TOMORROW!" Chris screeched and laughed, followed by hanging up the phone.
'UGH! JERK!" Heather screamed as she threw her phone onto her bed in anger.
The sun was slowly setting at Camp Wawanakwa, and an orange-yellow light glazed over the campgrounds. A large yacht slowly pulled up the dock. A small ladder ejected from the boat and fell down onto the dock. One by one, each contest that participated in the past three seasons of Total Drama, stepped off the yacht. Everyone stood around, chatting and catching up.
"Does anyone know why we're at this stupid place, AGAIN?" Eva asked, obviously pissed off. Suddenly a giant gust of wind traveled down the dock. Hovering in the air, with a jet pack strapped on, was Chris McLean, who was still looking as young as his beauty products would let him.
"Welcome ex-contestants! You're all wondering why you're here. Well since World Tour was all of you guys' final season, I decided to invite all of you losers…and some winners for a reunion. Not really a reunion, but a final gathering since you guys will probably never see each other ever again in the real world." Chris said. "Chef will obviously prepare you meals, since we're super cheap and can't waste money for next season." Everyone groaned at the thought of Chef preparing their meals, except for Owen, who was more than happy to eat anything.
"HOLD ON!" Courtney interjected. "There's a fourth season that none of us, including ME won't be participating in?" Before Chris could respond, Courtney pulled out her PDA. "My lawyer can't WAIT to hear about this one." Courtney laughed as she walked off from everyone.
"Do we have to sleep in those cabins?" Beth asked anxiously, eyeing the cabins in the distance.
"Can people STOP interrupting me?!" Chris asked angrily. "Anyway, yes you will be staying in the cabins. We got cabins one, two, three and four. We can fit six people in each cabin, except for one of them which will have to hold seven."
"If I may ask, how long are you forcing us to stay at this dump?" Noah asked, looking up from his book.
"Until your contracts don't allow me to control you! So about two weeks! " Chris laughed as he flew up into the sky with his jet pack, and rocketed away. Everyone mumbled and walked off to the direction of the cabins. Gwen grabbed Duncan by the arms and pulled him back.
"Meet me at the girls' bathroom tonight." Gwen whispered into Duncan's ear as she ran her fingers through his Mohawk.
"I'll be there. What time?" Duncan asked.
"Nine thirty. Be there at the spot." Gwen replied. The two kissed and walked off together, squeezing their hands tight.
"Let's go get cabin number one!" Lindsay exclaimed, grabbing onto Beth's hand and racing over to it. "We can have ALL girls cabin! Hey Bregeita, LeFounda and Satie and Kadie!" Lindsay called out to Bridgette, LeShawna, Sadie and Katie. "Let's all stay in a cabin together!" Sadie and Katie squealed and held hands, running over to the cabin.
"You mean we gotta' bunk with those two hyperactive, non -stop talking sisters from another mister and Ms. Got No Brains for two weeks?" LeShawna whispered over to Bridgette.
"I guess you only like Beth then?" Bridgette asked.
"Oh she's weird." LeShawna said. "But I got you, which thank God for this one. All these loud squealing girls would just get on my last damn nerve!" The two of them entered Cabin One, officially claiming it as their domain.
"I mean obviously we're sleeping in the same cabin." Sierra explained to Cody, dragging him over to Cabin Two, with Noah, Harold, Izzy and Trent reluctantly following behind them. "I think this is a solid group guys. I want a bunk above Cody's though. No wait below! No above! Wait hold on-"
"OMG shut up and move!" Izzy complained, shoving Sierra out of the way and walking into the cabin. There were two bunk beds against the left and right wall in the back of the cabin, and two single beds against the left and right wall in the front of the cabin. "THIS ONE IS MINE!" Izzy declared as she rocketed herself onto the single bed on the left wall.
"I'll take this one. No way am I going to deal with having to sleep below, or above someone." Noah stated as he set his stuff down on the bed opposite Izzy's.
"Look like we should take these bunks." Harold told Trent. "I'll sleep on the bottom one, I sleep better and have less nightmares that way, and the closer I am to the ground, the easier I can breathe. That's what my doctor said." Trent just nodded his head slowly and let out an exasperated sigh as he sat down on the bed below Harold's.
"I am not looking forward to this." Trent said, looking at a crinkled picture of Gwen in his hand.
"Do you want top or bottom? Top or bottom? Top or bottom? Top or bottom?" Sierra repeatedly asked Cody.
"I'll just take the top." Cody mumbled as he climbed to top bunk, getting his butt slapped by Sierra. "SIERRA!" Cody cried.
"BOOTY POPPIN'!" Sierra screamed as she quickly slapped Cody's butt nonstop. Cody screamed and hopped onto the top bunk, forcing himself into the corner, trying to as far away from Sierra as possible.
Gwen and Duncan burst into Cabin Three, passionately making out and falling onto of the bunks. Duncan asked Gwen if she wanted to share a bunk and she giggled, pulling him closer and rubbing her hands down his back and around his waist. Just then, DJ and Owen walked in, followed by Geoff, Blainley and Eva.
"Ooh, what is going on in here?" Owen chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows at Duncan and Gwen.
"That is disgusting." Eva said.
"What the fuck, you don't walk in on us, you dicks." Duncan snapped. "I was about to take off my fuckin' pants!"
"Woah-whoa, calm down there Mr. Punk-Too-Cool-For-School-Horny-Juvenile-Cheating-Boyfriend." Blainley said, waving her hands sassily at Duncan. "If you guys are that desperate to get sleazy, go into the woods. Go to the bathrooms. ANYWHERE BUT HERE." Blainley demanded. Gwen got off Duncan and winked at him, hinting about their little meet-up at the bathrooms tonight.
"Ok. I think I'll bunk with Owen." DJ said, putting his stuff up on the top bunk.
"Wait, I wanted the top bunk!" Owen cried softly.
"You're too fat." Blainley stated. "You'd kill DJ." Owen and DJ's jaw dropped, staring at Blainley in utter shock. "Anyway, I think I'll take this bed in the corner, AWAY from everyone else." Blainley strutted to the bed in the far left corner and set her stuff down. "Eva, this is a no-brainier, but JUST IN CASE you need help, the bed in the RIGHT corner is yours."
"You think I'm fucking stupid?" Eva asked angrily, dropping her duffle bag of dumbbells and weights. Eva approached Blainley, cracking all her knuckles. Blainley just shook her head and sighed.
"That's why you have no friends." Blainley laughed as she took her laptop, a notepad and pen and walked out of the cabin.
Meanwhile, Tyler, Alejandro, Justin, Ezekiel, Heather and Courtney started settling into Cabin Four. Alejandro bunked with Tyler, Courtney bunked with Ezekiel, much to her dismay, and Justin and Heather got the separate beds. Courtney sat on the top bunk, pounding away on her PDA and completely ignoring everything around her. Ezekiel was taking a nap and Justin was putting on some type of facial mask while Heather was just sitting on her bed, pouting. Tyler sat on the bottom bunk, when suddenly Alejandro's head peeked down.
"Hey buddy, you doin' good?" Alejandro asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." Tyler whispered. "I hate how it's so cramped in here. There are too many people in the cabin."
"They'll leave eventually." Alejandro smirked and retreated to his bunk.
"Are you talking about me?" Heather shouted over to Alejandro and Tyler. "I am not putting up with anyone's bullshit right now.
"Y'know Heather…uh…well not everything is about you." Tyler mumbled.
"Whatever!" Heather screamed. "You better just stay away, cause I swear if either of you lay one finger on me I will kick the shit out of you." Heather snapped, still hateful over how her 'relationship' with Alejandro ended.
"Can you guys keep it down, eh?" Ezekiel asked, awaking from his sleep. "I'm tryna' catch a bit of shut eye."
"How about ALL OF YOU just shut the hell up!" Courtney yelled. "My lawyers say there is no way of me getting into this season four, because our contracts are about to expire and there is no way to renew them!"
"Sucks." Justin said as he laid down with his hands behind his head. "Hey would you mind keeping it down, I'm trying to let this mask really work its magic, and any disturbances could ruin its course."
"That doesn't make any sense…" Heather said.
"Maybe you aren't smart enough to get it." Justin retorted, leaving Heather completely in shock with his comeback. Unable to respond, Heather stood up and stomped out of the cabin.
The day went on an eventually the clock truck nine and a loud chiming was heard throughout the campgrounds. "ATTENTION ALL EX-CAMPERS, ACTORS AND SINGERS! Meet me at the bonfire. It's nine o' clock and it's time for the special reminiscing video! A video where you get to see EVERY SINGLE ONE of you guys at the highs, the lows, the ups, the downs, the wrongs, the rights and everything in between." Chris hollered through a megaphone.
"I heard this is supposed to last an hour." Justin mentioned to Owen.
"An hour?! I can't even go an hour without eating! This place is tough so far…" Owen remarked.
"All you do is eat, eat, eat." Blainley snapped. "Aren't you at the age where you're living on your own and need an actual job, I mean besides being fat?"
"Hey now, that ain't right!" LeShawna said to Blainley. Blainley turned around and looked at LeShawna.
"Yeah, you wanna fight me?" Blainley sarcastically said.
"How about we take it out back?" LeShawna suggested.
"What out back?!" Blainley shouted back.
"YO' SORRY ASS!" LeShawna shouted, waving her finger all up in Blainley's face.
"Just what we need…" Trent muttered as he passed the two divas.
"So this is another season?" Lindsay asked as she left the cabin, with curlers in her hair. While everyone went off to the bonfire, Gwen stayed behind and snuck over to the bathrooms.
"Alright, Duncan sucks at keeping track of time, so I'm perfect." Gwen walked inside of the bathrooms. They hadn't changed at all, though they were pretty dirty, but they were about to get a lot dirtier. Gwen cleared his throat and began washing her hands. She then started combing her hair different ways. "Nah." She commented after each different hairstyle. Suddenly a toilet flushed. Gwen gasped and whipped around. Nothing but the sound of the loud air conditioning unit filled the bathroom. Gwen rolled her eyes and began combing her hair again , back to how it was before, until a toilet flushed again. "Who's there?" Gwen called, with an agitated tone.
Gwen walked to the first of seven stalls and pushed it open. No one inside. Gwen sighed and shifted to the second one and opened it. Empty. She pushed open the third, fourth, fifth and sixth and all of them were empty. She made it to the last one and when she tried to push it open, the door wouldn't open. Gwen tried peaking inside the stall to see who was in there. Suddenly a figure moved inside the stall. Gwen cracked her knuckles and readied her fists. She was gonna use her skills Duncan taught her and kick open the stall door.
"You asked for it." Gwen mumbled. She screamed as he kicked open the last stall. As the door flew open, a figure launched themselves into Gwen, causing her to stumble back and slam her head onto the sink. She quickly plummeted onto the bathroom floor. "What the hell?" Gwen cried. The figure was wearing an old, raged, long black cloak with long, torn and tattered fringe hanging off the sleeves. Slowly the figure withdrew a Bowie knife, in their gloved hand. Gwen looked up to see the face of the figure obscured by their hood, and an old, dirty, tearing leather masks, poorly sewn together. The figure raised the blade, and with no time to react, Gwen was stabbed the shoulder, opposite her heart.
Gwen yelped in pain. With all the strength she had, she pushed the figure off her and quickly stood up, almost tumbling over. She bolted towards the door, and as she was about to make it out of the bathrooms, the figure jerked her back by her hair. The figure then grabbed Gwen's head and smashed her face into one of the mirrors. Gwen dropped to the ground, her face cut up and bleeding. "Help…" she weakly called out. She slowly crawled to the bathroom door. Looking behind her, she saw the figure staring her down and shaking their head. Gwen grabbed the door handle and before she could turn it, she felt the sharp, agonizing pain of a blade in her back. The figure withdrew the blade form Gwen's spine, blood flowing out of her wound. With no other option, and too weak to fight, Gwen accepted her fate as the figure rose their blade.
Duncan was sitting next to Geoff during the painfully long reminiscing ceremony. Duncan quietly reached of ever elbowed Geoff. "Bro, do you know what time it is?" Duncan asked. Geoff looked at his watch.
"Nine thirty six. Why?" Geoff replied.
"Just wanted to know when this fuckin' thing is over." Duncan lied as she got up. He immediately jogged off to the bathrooms. Duncan made it to the girls bathroom, but Gwen was nowhere in sight. "Gwen? Hey Gwen!" Duncan called out, but no one answered back. It then hit Duncan, that maybe Gwen meant meet inside the bathrooms. Duncan grabbed his crotch, excited for what surprise Gwen could possibly have for him. "Hey Gwen, I'm here…" Duncan said as he stepped inside the girls' bathroom, the door shutting behind him. The bathroom was pitch dark, no light what so ever. The one dangling overhead light suddenly flickered, and Duncan saw what he thought was the shadow of Gwen. 'Gwen…?" Duncan called out with worry in his voice. The light flickered once more and turned on. Duncan screamed and tumbled backwards.
Hanging from the light was Gwen, with an electrical cord wrapped around her throat. The bathroom was filled with an orange-red tint, from the light bulb being smeared in blood. Duncan slowly stood up, completely horrified. He looked around and saw streaks and puddles of blood all around the bathroom. He approached Gwen slowly, shaking uncontrollably. "Gwen…Gwen…" Duncan cried as he put his hand over her heart, so see if she was still alive, but it was too late. He took his hand off to see it soaked in blood. Duncan let out a scream and violently kicked a stall door inwards and inside stood the robbed figure. "Who…who the FUCK ARE YOU!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" Duncan screamed. The figure revealed their knife and went to attack Duncan.
Duncan leaped forward, attempting to punch the figure. The figure grabbed Duncan's arm, and stabbed the knife directly through his hand. Duncan screamed in pain and was pushed backward by the figure. Knowing he wouldn't win this fight, he bolted out of the bathrooms. Duncan exited the bathrooms and the first thing he saw were the cabins. He sprinted full speed towards one, with the figure not far behind him. Duncan threw himself into the cabin and kicked the door close. He stood up and quickly searched for a way to lock the door. "Shit!" Duncan muttered. He slowly backed up towards the back of the cabin, knocking into a window. He turned around and peered out the window. The only thing he could see was darkness, and all he could hear was his own panicked breathing.
At the bonfire, everyone was still watching the reminiscing video. A painfully boring video showcasing the entire cast at their worst and best times. It was about nine forty six. The ridiculous reminiscing video had fourteen more minutes. Bridgette was sitting next to Courtney, who was too preoccupied with her PDA. Bridgette was the only one left who could stand Courtney, let alone be friends with her. Courtney looked up and froze.
"What is it Courtney?" Bridgette asked.
"Did you hear that?" Courtney asked. "I thought I heard a faint scream.
"I didn't hear anything." Bridgette replied.
"Help!" a faint voice in the distance screamed out,
"It sounds like Duncan…" Courtney observed.
"Are you seriously still hung up over him?" Bridgette asked, followed by a short laugh.
"NO!" Courtney screamed defensively, causing everyone to go silent and stare at her. "Whatever, it is probably one of his stupid 'guy with a hook hand' jokes, and I'm not letting him ruin everyone's night with his dumbass behavior." Courtney stated as she stamped away.
Duncan heard the sounds of branches snapping and leaves crinkling. He turned around a look out the window and saw the mask of the murderous figure staring back at him. Duncan screamed as the figure punched their hand through the window and grabbed Duncan by the head with both hands. The figure then tried to force Duncan's head down on the shattered glass around the window pane, trying to slice his throat open. "GET…OFF…OF ME!" Duncan screamed. He swung his head up and knocked his head right into the figure's, causing both of them to fly back onto the ground in pain, Duncan jumped back up and ultimately lost his balance and he fell back over again. Duncan looked down at his hand to see a nasty, jagged stab wound in his hand. He held onto it, trying to stop the bleeding, but all that did was cause more blood to pour out profusely.
"Duncan, was that you?" Courtney called out as she walked towards the cabins. "I'm not playing your stupid games and neither are the rest of us." Courtney was not in the mood for any of Duncan's games. She then began wondering; maybe Duncan wanted to lead her out here. Maybe he was going to seduce her. Courtney began giggling and thought she would play along to this fantasy, which sadly for her, wasn't going to come true. "Oh Duncan! Duncan!" Courtney called out louder.
"COURTNEY!" Courtney heard Duncan call out from one of the cabins. Courtney rushed over to the cabin in which Duncan's voice came from and opened it up. "Duncan…" Courtney said while she observed the cabin, noticing the shattered window and Duncan on the floor bleeding. "Duncan!" Courtney cried as she rushed over to him. "Oh my God what-what happened?!" Courtney crouched down and grabbed Duncan's hand and gasped in horror. "I'll g-go get Chris!" Courtney stuttered. She stood up, and silently standing behind her, was the murderous figure.
"BEHIND YOU COURTNEY!" Duncan hollered. Courtney whipped around to see the figure, with their blade ready to stab. Quickly, she jumped out of the way as the killer went to stab her. The figure tumbled forward and plunged their knife into Duncan's neck. Courtney let out a loud, horrifying shriek, alerting all of the ex-contestants at the bonfire that something was wrong. In a matter of seconds, the sounds of footsteps were heard nearby. With no time to finish off Courtney, the figure hopped out of the window and disappeared into the woods. Lindsay flung open the door and it flew off its hinges and fell to the floor.
"Oh my GOD!" Lindsay shrieked, looking at the Duncan, whose blood was pooling all over the cabin floor. Izzy pushed Lindsay out of the way to see what all the fuss was about and instantly threw up all over the cabin floor. Chef Hatchet began pushing people out of the way, trying to get inside the cabin.
"What in the world is going on-" Chef began but stopped in mid sentence. "Everyone out. OUT NOW!" He screamed. Everyone dashed away in a panic, back to the bonfire. "Courtney, are you okay?" Chef asked, approaching her. Courtney was in tears and couldn't stop crying. "Just come with me, it'll be alright…" Chef whispered while he hugged tightly onto Courtney. The two exited the cabin and outside was Chris, with two medical officers and a gurney. Courtney glanced over at the bathrooms to see the bloodied body of Gwen being carried away. Courtney let out another horrible cry and fell to her knees in tears.
Later that night, Chris held a meeting at the bonfire, with only twenty-three contestants accounted for. Chris stood up on a stage in front of a screen used for the reminiscing video "As you may have known, Gwen and Duncan were…" Chris stopped, clenching his fists tightly. "…murdered. This is an unexpected incident and at the moment there is nothing we can do about this. We have no idea who did it, but we know for a fact it is someone on this island. I can't say if it's an intern, an animal or…one of you guys." Everyone went quiet, looking around at each other. "I know you all need sleep after tonight; I'll see you all in the morning." Chris stepped off the stage and headed towards his trailer.
"This is so upsetting, I was like best friends with Greta and Danke." Lindsay cried.
"Don't worry Linds! I've got you!" Tyler said as he wrapped Lindsay in his arms.
"And I've got you." Alejandro whispered in Tyler's ear as he wrapped himself around Tyler. Tyler blushed and giggled nervously, shrugging Alejandro off him.
"Katie…I'm honestly really scared right now…what do we do?!" Sadie cried.
"I don't know, but just hug me before I start to cry again!" Katie squealed as the two girls hugged each other.
"Whoever did this, if they come near me I will rip their fucking skull apart." Eva stated as she cracked her knuckles.
"I could totally take that dude down!" Izzy remarked as she was doing a hand stand. "I mean I know this is really serious and I'm not making light of all this and I know you think I am but I'm not it's a really sad situation I'm basically saying if they came near me, I could defend myself." Izzy explained almost so fast, no one even understood her.
"We don't got time for yo' damn jokes." LeShawna said, eyeing Izzy. Izzy sighed and trotted off to her cabin.
"Geoff, do you know where Courtney is?" Bridgette asked as she looked around for her.
"Ah…I think she's down by the docks." Geoff replied. "But be careful Bridge, she's really…not with it right now after tonight. Be sensitive…y'know?" Bridgette nodded and gave Geoff a kiss and made her way down to the docks. She stepped onto the docks to see Courtney at the very end, crying hysterically.
"Courtney?" Bridgette called as she made her way towards her. Courtney looked over at her and then put her head back down and continued sobbing. Bridgette sat down next to her, her legs dangling off the edge of the dock. "Hey…it will be alright." Bridgette whispered as she hugged Courtney. Bridgette honestly had no clue what to say to Courtney. Her ex-boyfriend was murdered right in front of her. Bridgette and Courtney continued hugging for a continuous ten minutes as Courtney bawled uncontrollably. At the opposite end of the dock, Geoff stood there, watching the two girls. He gave a hint of smile, proud of how compassionate Bridgette could be, in the most uncomfortable of situations, with some of the most stuck-up people.
A/N: So chapter one is complete! I hope you guys like it so far! I have the whole story planned out and it's going to be dramatic and intense. Please read my others stories as well, thanks xx!
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