Aftermath: Ezekiel's return and his deal with a She-Devil

This story begins 2 months after Revenge of the Island ends. Ezekiel Stenson has been found, and is now in a recovery centre in Kanata, Ontario. But his past is proving to be difficult to recover from…

Zeke's POV: It's been 2 months since they recovered me from Wakanawa Island. Mom and Dad have come to visit me several times; it was nice to see them, but things have definitely changed between all of us. Mom cried on the first visit, about 3 weeks after I arrived, I was still green, and couldn't speak a single word, hell; I'm still having a hard time speaking, and it's been two damn months! At least my hair is growing back, so I guess it could be a whole lot worse.

1 MONTH LATER…

Zeke: As I'm remembering more and more of my time as a mindless animal, I've begun to have nightmares about it. The nightmares started about 2 weeks ago, and haven't stopped since; in fact, they've gotten much, much worse. Yesterday, I had a "flashback", I'll say, to when I was in the cargo hold of that damned plane with the rats. It was so vivid, so REAL, that I actually thought I was back in the hold. I lost it, screaming for someone to help me and let me out! When I came out of it, I was shaking a nurse buy the collar of her shirt where the door handle was, and then 2 male nurses came in, restraining me even as I was frantically apologizing to the nurse and crying my eyes out. God, what's happening to me? Am I going crazy? I don't know…

THE NEXT DAY…

Zeke: The Doc said my physical recovery is excellent, but what really worries them is my mental state. Well GREAT, they're concerned while I'm FUCKING TERRIFIED! I just attacked a nurse 2 days ago while having a hallucination. I'm now in isolation to keep everyone safe, they say. They said they were calling in one of the best psychologists in the entire country that she could find out what's wrong with me, and help me; her name is Doctor Rachel Anderson, wait… ANDERSON? Where have I heard that name before…? Cody's last name is Anderson, and he said his mom was a psychologist, is this Cody's mom?

1 WEEK LATER…

Dr. Rachel Anderson's POV: I have been looking over the files on the way to the Emmett recovery and trauma centre… Ezekiel Adam Stenson, aged 18, competed on 2 seasons of Total Drama with my son Cody, Island and World Tour, respectively. Recovered from Wakanawa Island 3 months 1 week ago after the 4th season, Revenge of the Island ended. It also documents his time being feral, and what he is remembering of that time period… oh god, no wonder he isn't mentally stable right now.

This poor kid has been through hell and back, and I have my suspicions as too what he may be suffering from, but I will have to examine him to be sure. Finally I arrive… "Dr. Anderson, good to see you." "Where is my new patient?" I ask. "Isolation room 205, doctor, we've kept him there for our and his own safety." "Well, here you are doctor, I must warn you though, the nightmares and hallucinations have gotten worse, so he's very volatile right now, so we will have extra staff on standby in case you need assistance." "Thank you, but I think I can handle things from here" I reply. I open the door, and walk in…

Zeke's POV: A tall woman with dark brown hair and teal-colored eyes, dressed in a red sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers, in a white overcoat, with a "Dr. Rachel Anderson" I.D tag on one of the overcoat's pockets, walks into the room, and says "Hello Ezekiel- "DON'T CALL ME THAT!, uh I mean call me Zeke please, being called "Ezekiel" just brings up bad memories for me." "Um, ok then Zeke, do you know why you're here?" she asks. "Yeah, I attacked a nurse while having a flashback of me being trapped in the Cargo Hold of that Shitty Jet during world tour." "You also said that you had been having nightmares before this?" "Yes, I've been having them for about 3 weeks and counting." "Can you describe some of them to me?"

"S-sure, uh most of them so far have been about being in the cargo hold, and being around the animals for too long, slowly going insane." "But the last one, it was about me being the Ripper in London, getting caught, and being thrown out of the jet again." "Really?" she asks. "Yeah, I recall being caught, and as I'm thrown out again, I manage to grab onto a panel, and somehow get back into the hold." "Anything else yet, Zeke?" she asks. "Nope" "Well, here's what I want you to do… here's this Journal…- "Eh? Are you kidding me?" I ask with indignation.

"No- she gives me a stern look…"I'm not, just use the journal to write down any dreams or daydreams you have during the next week." "Uh, ok Doc, but I don't see how this will help me." "It will give me a clearer Idea of what I will be working with as a diagnosis for you." "Ok, I'll give it a try." "Excellent, you just do what I said, and I'll check on you next week."

A WEEK LATER…

Dr. Anderson's POV: Oh sweet Jesus… what's in these journals is horrific; I have no better words to describe it. "Tuesday, September 21st, 2012: Had another nightmare last night, worse than last night, I was back in the mine, Lightning throws the bomb in my face, and kicks me down the mine shaft, it explodes on the way down, burying me alive when I finally reach the ground. The pain is insufferable, I'm on fire, and my clothes burning for god knows how long… I finally climb out of the rubble, and then I wake up screaming and crying my eyes out." I can barely continue on reading, but I know I must, for Zeke's sake.

"Thursday, September, 23rd, 2012: I had a day nightmare where I had finally climbed back up to the surface; I can see the sunlight, the trees, I can smell the fresh air, it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, when Lightning comes out of nowhere and sidekicks me back down the shaft, me screaming all the way down as I fall back into the dank, damp darkness again… then I see lightning, I get jump on him, pounding his face to a bloody pulp as I'm screaming at him WHY?! Why did you kick me down the mine shaft, TWICE! YOU DERSERVE TO DIE! I scream even as he's on the ground, beaten and bloody, begging me to stop as I keep on kicking him until he lays motionless on the ground- I cannot read anymore, its simply too terrifying. I have confirmed my theory; this is the worst case of Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder I've had to treat. I walk into his room, and tell him the news…

Zeke's POV: Dr. Anderson walks into my room again, sits down at my table, and says: "Zeke, I have good news and bad news." "What's the good news?" I reply. "We've found out what's causing your nightmares, daydreams, and outbursts." "Great, what is it?" I ask her. "Well here's the bad news… you have the worst case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder I've ever seen. I'll be blunt here Zeke, I've treated soldiers returning from Afghanistan and Iraq who've had less severe cases of PTSD than you." I absorb what she's saying to me… "How is it possible that I have a worse case of PTSD than a returning soldier?" I ask.

"Because what you went through is very possibly worse than any war-zone, and the worst part? You remember ALL of it, even when you shouldn't." "So, what can we do about it?" "I'm getting you out of here, and putting you in the best place possible, the Psychological Trauma and mental stress centre near Edmonton, Alberta. They specialize in treating soldiers, firefighters, police officers, EMTs, and others who have PTSD. PTSD is also, luckily for you, one of my specialties, so I'll continue to be the leading doctor in your case." "Good, can I ask you something?" "Of course Zeke."

"Can you move me to a bigger room, it's too small, and I'm on edge all the time cause of it." "Than can be arranged if it will help Zeke." "Thank you doc, I have one question…" "So, what is it?" "Are you Cody's Mom?" I can see that one caught her off guard. "How do you-""Oh, come on, I could see the resemblance when you first walked in here, plus your last name is Anderson, and Cody mentioned his mom was a psychologist before, so I just connected the dots." "You're very perceptive, you know that Zeke?" "What can I say? It's a gift eh." She smiles at me as she leaves the room, and makes the arrangements to get me out of here.

2 MONTHS LATER, NOVEMBER 2012, PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA AND STRESS CENTRE IN EDMONTON…

Zeke's POV: It's good to have a bigger room again; the small room gave me the creeps. Dr. Anderson said it's because I've developed severe claustrophobia. Well, gee you don't say? YOU try being in a dark, crowded cargo hold, or a dark, dank mine shaft for extended periods of time, and see if you don't become afraid of tight spaces.

I'm getting better though; the people around here obviously know what they're doing. They say I might be able to get out of here by Christmas. It would be good to finally go home. I've even found time to work out; I'm in the best shape of my life! "Hello Zeke, it's been a long time, good to see you…" I recognize that voice and my fists clench in response, and as I speak her name, my voice seethes with hatred, malice, and rage… "Blaineley…"

Blaineley's POV: "Blaineley…" "Oh, how nice that you remember me Ezekiel." "There's nothing nice about it…" He then stands up, and grabs me by my necklace. "What the hell are you doing here? It's because of you that I was used as PREY ON THE SERENGHETTI!" I gulp, and reply with "So, you remember that, huh?" "Damn right I do, I remember it ALL, eh." I smile, and point to the people around him "Uh, Zeke, people are staring, so could we go somewhere private?" "Fine, there's a visitor's room, if you want to continue wasting your time, follow me" he says.

He opens the door for me "Ooh, such a gentleman" I say smiling. "Force of habit, really shouldn't open doors for a BITCH like you." "Zeke, you wound me" I say mockingly. "Ok, now that we're here, why are you here? What do you want?" "Now why would you think I would want anything from you?" "Cut the Bullshit, Blaineley, your always working angles… so what's yours involving me?" "My Angle? My angle is simple… I want to get back at Chris Mclean"

"DON'T SPEAK THAT BASTARD'S NAME!" Zeke screams in rage. I cross my arms, "Do you want to hear my offer or not?" "What kind of offer?" I snap my fingers, and Chef walks in carrying a suitcase. "So Hatchet, your Blaineley's lackey now, that's hilarious!" "Watch your mouth son!" Zeke stands up, and stares Chef Right in the face, and says "I ain't afraid of you anymore, SO GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT." Zeke says grinning mockingly. "Don't tempt me son…" "Chef! Stand down, and show him the case" I say, glaring at him, and then smiling evilly at Zeke.

He'll be perfect if he accepts the offer… Chef slams the case down on the table, and opens it. Zeke's eyes widen, and I smile "I thought that would get your attention, 250 000 dollars in cold, hard cash, up front, right now." "I'm listening, speak quickly" Zeke says, sitting in the chair, scowling at me. "Ok, I want you to humiliate, demean, beat, and break Chris Mclean, do anything you need to do so he'll sign over the rights to Total Drama to me. I can guarantee you a spot in season 5 for this." "We'll give you a couple minutes to consider my offer." I say as I walk out of the room…

Zeke's POV: I'm staring at the cash, and thinking about what it means… a chance at Vengeance. Chris Mclean… the man who ruined my life, and made it hell, I've fantasised about a chance like this, but now that it's here, is it really worth it? After a few minutes thinking I say HELL YES ITS WORTH IT! "Blaineley, I accept your offer" I say. She walks in, smiles deviously at me, and says "It will be a pleasure working with you Zeke."

"Mind I ask you something Blaineley? If I may." "Shoot" "Why do YOU want to get back at Chris so badly?" "Simple, before he pushed me out of the plane with a defective parachute, I was in a relationship with him, I even loved the prick. I was foolish enough to believe him." "That fall damn near broke every bone in my body. Even worse, he shows up and dumps me while I'm still on a hospital bed.

He said that I was "Dead Weight, and you're just slowing me down" he not only broke my body, he just had to smash my heart into bits too." "NO ONE fucks with Blaineley Stacey Andrews-O'Halloran and gets away scot free!" she screams as she pounds her fist on a wall. "So I'm going to take away the one thing he cares about, Total Drama, and crush it in my fist, then we'll see who the "Dead Weight" is!" "Wow, remind me never to screw you over" I say sarcastically, she ignores me. "I have to make some arrangements, so ta-ta for now Zeke."

2 DAYS LATER…

Dr. Anderson's POV: "Zeke, I don't think this is a good idea" I say. "Don't worry so much Doc, I feel better, and I have you to thank for getting me this far." "That's not what I meant; competing on total drama again, all this could come flooding back, and you WON'T be able to control yourself, that's what I'm worried about, you could do things there that will haunt you for the rest of your life." "Heh, it's alright, I'm going to be okay, and it's just a month, right?" He walks over to the limo, opens the door, tosses in his luggage, and waves back to me smiling. Good luck Zeke and I pray my worst fears for you don't come to pass…

Zeke's POV: "Sweet wheels Blaineley, very nice" "Yeah, when you can afford it, might as well flaunt it right?" she says, smiling while looking out the window. "Oh! I have a gift for you Zeke…" she says as she pulls out a rectangular case. I open it, and it contains a folding, custom-made teal–colored Recurve Bow. "NICE! But you know I haven't even held a Bow in about 6 months right?"

"Will that be a problem?" "Nope, for me, it's just like riding a bike, I never forget" I say as I pull it out of the case, shake it once, and smirk as it positions into place perfectly with a satisfying click. "How long till season 5 starts?" I ask. "6 months" Blaineley replies. "Looks like I'll have a lot of time to train and get in better shape, trust me… I say as I pull back on the bowstring… "Chris and my competition won't know what hit them… watch out Mclean, because I'm coming for you, and I'm not holding back…" "Now that's what I want to hear" Blaineley says as she begins to laugh manically…

FIN

Ezekiel, Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, Cody Anderson, Cody's mom, Chris Mclean, Chef Hatchet, Lightning, and Zeke's Mom and Dad all belong to Jennifer Pertsch, Tom McGillis, Fresh TV Productions, Teletoon, and Cake Entertainment. Zeke's middle and last names, Adam and Stenson, plus Cody's Mom's Full name, Dr. Rachel Anderson, belong to me, cause they haven't been named in the show.