Hey world, I'mFoxlegend bringing my first story ever. It's a Total Drama fic to which is awesome.

This takes place after the latest season and its pretty much a Duncan semi-redemption story. He messed up back in All-Stars so this is my way a making up for it.

I don't own Total Drama.

Prison is a whole other world for some people. It can make them or it could break them. For Duncan it was almost a fresh start.

At first he was down right terrified. His dad used to tell him stories of prison. How once you go their everything in your life basically goes to crap. In Toronto's Maxview Security Prison it could be worse.

As the bus rolled to a stop in front of his own personal hell, Duncan's only thoughts were 'This fucking sucks.' and ' I hate Chris Mclean.'.

In reality he really hated himself.

Two huge guards led him through the massive structure. They shaved off his Mohawk and took his piercings. They had now taken his image away from him. They gave him a standard orange jumpsuit and led him through a long staircase.

Duncan had no idea where they were taking him, but he knew it couldn't have been good.

They stopped in front of a large door that just gave off a intimidating air about it. The guards actually starting arguing over who should open it.

" You knock on it." the first guard, a large black guy who could give DJ a run for his money on height, said to the smaller blonde coworker.

" No way man, you said you would!" the second guard replied back. What was so damn scary about a door?

"You guys are pussies, so I think I'll do it." Duncan said to the two idiots.

"No!" the two said at the same time, but it was to late.

"Come in." someone said from the other side and Duncan opened the door as the guards gave him dirty looks.

'Hmph, suckers.' Duncan thought as he stepped into a large office. What was inside it astounded Duncan.

In one corner their looked to be a large stuffed bear. Massive in shape and easily more terrifing then the bears back on the island. There was also a stuffed bobcat, fesant and moose. ' Who ever this guy is don't piss him off.' In the very back of the room was a large desk that had papers scattered all over it. A old man was sitting behind it.

At first he didn't look like much, but as Duncan got closer he could tell this man was very scary. This man looked like he could scare Chef into pissing himself.

" Duncan William Carter," the man began " arrested for blowing up Chris Mclean's cottage." at this the man actually cracked a smile. " Sentenced to two years here. Without probation." Duncan's looked him strait in the eyes as the man gave him a one over. " You have to be one stupid son of a bitch."

' Okay, I did not see that coming.' Duncan thought shocked as the man finished his inspection. He did not seemed impressed.

"Chris Mclean gave me orders to make this two years hell for you. Do whatever I could to make you suffer." Duncan gulped nervously. " I'm not going to do that to you.

" Thank you god!" Duncan sighed relieved. The man chuckled at Duncan's reaction.

" I don't take orders from some hack of t.v host. You can call me Warden Smith or just Warden if you like. Now please tell me how the son of Ben Carter ins up in a prison?"

" You know my dad? " Duncan asked him shocked. The guy just keeps on surprising him.

"Course I do. Your dad arrest criminals. The court sends em here and I make sure they leave here better then what they were when they came. Its a process."

" So is that why called me up here. Just to tell me that?" Duncan asked

" No, I called you up here so I could tell you that I knew your Uncle Donnie." the Warden replied

" What!" Duncan shouted surprised. His Uncle Donnie was his father's younger brother. Him and Duncan used to be close before he died in a accident. Duncan was only 7 and it was after he died that he started acting out.

" Your Uncle Donnie was on of my head guards here. He was supposed to replace me someday before he died. He used to tell me all the time about his favorite nephew. I'm now surprised that nephew ended up here."

" Is that supposed to mean something?" Duncan growled angrily. He was really starting to hate this guy.

" Yeah, it means I have more reason to help you now so that you don't ended up like some of the guys in here." The Warden replied as he stood up from his chair. " Now you start therapy in a week. I let you get settled in. Now I'm going to try to help you out of this mess you made, but your going to have to work with me here," the Warden stuck out his hand," do we have a deal?"

Duncan looked at he hand for a moment then stucked his handcuffed hands out and shook.

"Yeah we got a deal. For now."

One Year later

" Alright inmates who's ready for a good time!" a voice said over a loud speaker. Lights shown down on a caged arena. The prison was having it's annual once a week fight night bare knuckle brawl. A chance to let the inmates let off some steam so to say. The Warden approved the event and it went on every Friday.

In one corner stood a tall black inmate who went by the name Spaz. A weird name for sure, but every inmate knew that he was a very good fighter.

In the opposite corner stood a familiar figure. Duncan had changed a lot since coming to prison. Where his usual green Mohawk once was, he had long black hair that seemed wild. His face now had a light stubble on it and his eyes had light bags under them from being paranoid of other inmates.

A guard stood in the middle of the arena acting as ref for the two inmates turned fighters.

" Alright you lousy criminals, I want a clean fight, but since I know you won't give me one don't go and kill each other!" the guard growled out as he left the arena to get a safe view of the fight." Once the bell rings go ahead and beat the hell out of each other. Duncan and Spaz both smirked, eager for a fight.

They were going to get one.

Warden Smith sat behind his desk in his comfy with a bucket of popcorn in hand. A flat screen t.v was set up in office so that he could watch the fight. He mentally went over everything Duncan had been through.

He had been in a record amount of fights, the total being 12, and that was in the first week alone. The other prisoners wanted to be the ones to finish off what they called the arrogant t.v show brat. They had failed. Duncan hadn't gone through wild animals, Chef's cooking and crazy competitors to finally be killed by some wannabe attempt on his life. That didn't mean that the inmates didn't get there punches in.

He had started his therapy, but everything the therapist asked him about Duncan refused to talk about. His parents, total drama or his relationships. It wasn't until he found out about the fight night did Duncan really change.

He took to it like fish breathed water. Somehow he found something therapeutic in the bare knuckle brawl. After that he started to talk to the therapist more. He had figured somethings out in life. He even started talking to his family again. He was on the right track.

" Sir, there's someone here to see you." his secretary said from over the intercom.

" Send them in." the Warden growled angrily. The fight had just started and Duncan was on the offensive, laying a mean right hook into Spaz.

The Wardens door opened. The Warden's eyes widened in shock.

" What the hell are you doing here?" the Warden exclaimed. Chris Mclean just chuckled evilly and watched Duncan's fight.

Duncan's breathing was heavy. The right side of his face stung heavily and he could feel a bruise all ready starting to form. His lip was busted as well and he could taste the metallic liquid.

Spaz on the other hand also seemed to be on his last legs. His left eyes was already turning black and his nose looked somewhat crooked. Duncan was going to have to finish this fast.

Spaz charged at Duncan with a quick jab that he managed to block. He then hit Spaz with a quick jab that dazed his opponent enough to let Duncan finish the fight with a uppercut. Spaz was left knocked out and missing two teeth. Duncan smirked and spit out some blood.

'Heh, to easy.' He thought as he walked out of the ring. His fellow inmates roared in approval as the guards led him away. It was then that Duncan noticed that they were passing his cell.

" Hey what gives? My cell's that away." Duncan questioned tiredly. His body ached from the fight and he just wanted to go to sleep.

" Warden wants to see ya." Was the guards reply. Duncan shut up immediately. The only times he saw the Warden was when he did something wrong or he wanted to talk to him about something. Seeing as how he hadn't done anything, he came to the conclusion that something else was up.

And he had a feeling he wasn't going to like it.

" What the fuck is he doing here?" Duncan exclaimed. Standing in front of him was the devil himself, Chris Mclean.

Chris smirked. " Oh just wanted to check up on you Duncan. See how you were doing."

" You saw me now leave." He had better things to do the to listen this guys bull.

" Oh ho now Duncan you might want to stay so you can hear my offer?" Duncan stopped and turned and faced Chris.

" Anything you have to offer, I don't want!" Duncan again made his way towards the door.

"Even if it was the chance to get out early?" Duncan froze and Chris smirked. " You see the new season of Total Drama is starting and the producers want you to come back. So we'll pay for your early release."

Duncan growled in anger. " No. I'm never appearing on your sick show ever again."

" Not even if it could save your brother?" Duncan's eyes widened in shock. His brother had recently been injured in a car accident during a police chase. How did he know that?

" Don't look so surprised Duncan. I keep tabs on all past contestants." Chris said smugly. " With this money you'll be able to pay for medical cost, schooling for you or anything you want really. So do we have a deal?"

Duncan glared at he deranged host in front of him, silently hoping he would magically combust and be gone from his life. And if there was one thing Duncan hated was being forced to do something, but at the moment he was to desperate.

The Warden was now standing and looking Duncan strait in the eye, silently pleading that Duncan would make the right decision.

'Sorry Smith, but I need to make a deal with the devil.' Duncan thought sourly as he made his decision.

"Yeah you we have a deal."

So what did you guys think? I hope none of the characters were to O.C or anything.

I'll try to get a update out in a week or so, but no promises.

Foxlegend out