Chapter 1: Trevor Moorehouse

It was another day at Total Drama Island for its inhabitances. Survive humiliating and most likely threatening activities. By about 8:34 p.m., Screaming Gophers all sit around the camp fire, waiting for someone to be voted off. Noah was an instant vote off. He didn't take it so well, but no one cared.

"Okay campers," Chris laughed. "time to head back to your cabins and get a nights rest." So everyone left. Gwen and Trent stuck close together, holding hands. They started talking when Duncan crossed their path.

"Hey, guys." Duncan smiled.

"Hey, man." Trent replied. "How's it been?"

"Good. Hey you guys want to come and hang out with us?"

Gwen felt a little suspicious. "Why do you want us to hang out with you?"

Duncan laughed a little and said, "Well, we never got to know you guys well. So, the Killer Bass and I thought that it'd be cool if you guys hung out with us. Why don't you get Owen, Lindsay, and Heattthhh…Scratch that last one." Gwen felt a little better. 'He's pretty cool.' She thought

"Yah know, we can leave the others out of this." Gwen said and they all went to the Killer Bass cabin. Bridgette was lying next to Geoff on his bed. Courtney was sitting on the floor reading. Harold was sitting on his bed, playing a game on his Gameboy. Courtney looked up at the visitors and greeted them. Gwen, still feeling a little bit suspicious, asked, "Why are you guys in one cabin? If Chef catches you, he's going to be pissed."

Geoff sat up and said, "It's cool, sis. Chef's to busy sleeping. He doesn't wake that easily." Trent looked at Gwen and asked, "Why don't you trust these guys."

"It's not that I don't trust them, it's that they're all in one cabin."

"C'mon, it's not like they can separate us. Relax."

Gwen thought it was best to give up, just to go with it. Duncan gathered everyone around and ask, "Anyone up for a game of Bloody Murder?" With that, Gwen stood and said in a firm voice, "Count. Me. Out." Everyone looked at her with confused faces. Trent started to get annoyed and said, "Gwen, c'mon!" Gwen looked at him and growled, "That game's been outlawed and for good reason." "Why" Harold asked.

Gwen calmed down and said, "Everyone who's played that game has been killed by Trevor Moorehouse." Everyone started murmuring, but Courtney asked, "Who's Trevor Moorehouse?" Bridgette said, "Yeah, fill us in, Gwen." Gwen laughed, "It's a long story." Harold said, "We've got nothing better to do." Gwen sighed, sat down and said, "Okay, here it goes. There was this camp in the mountains of north California called Camp Placid Pines. Some years ago, they had the meanest camp director ever, Clayton Moorehouse. Trevor's father, obviously. Trevor always wanted his father's appreciation, so he started ratting on the councilors when they goof off. To get back at him the councilors pranked Trevor. But it went extremely wrong. Trevor ended up at the bottom of a ravine, half dead. By the time the paramedics got him, his face was eaten by hungry birds. Naturally he went to the hospital. He spent time in rehab and went home. He found this old goalie mask in his garage. Hehe, sounds like a cheap Jason Voorhees knock off. But what he did was no joke. He killed his neighbors' dog and started torturing his own. So his parents sent him to a mental hospital. He spent 10 years in the hospital, getting frequent visits from his father. Now, Trevor stopped talking and would just listen. But he wasn't the only one. Some of the sanest people were listening, hearing him say things like, 'I'll get them for what they did' or 'I swear, they'll pay'. After a while, they part ways. Daddy dearest leaves state to get law enforcement lessons. Trevor escapes and returns to Placid Pines to seek revenge. At the same time, Clayton comes back and they both go on a killing spree. Dad kills and replaces the local sheriff. Five years later. Trevor reappears, new look, new mask, new way to kill. He kills a maximum of three people. At the end of all this, daddy reveals himself, saying some had to pay for what they did to his son. Trevor, on the other hand kills him. Ever since then, Trevor Moorehouse vanished."

Everyone was shocked. Courtney was more terrified. She was clutching to Duncan as if he was the only thing that could keep her alive. Bridgette, completely dumbfound, asked, "Is that true? Could a human do all of that?" Trent, stopping Gwen before she started, said, "I've heard of this. My cousin is a police officer in that town. He told me some people were killed in that camp. He never told me who the killer was." Geoff fell back and said, "Dude, that's just…sick. And not in the good way."

Duncan, not buying it, said, "Bullshit. I've heard that story. And if we were to play the game, how would he get here." Courtney slapped him on the back of the head and growled his name. "Ow." Duncan just said. Gwen got back up and said, "Fine, jerk off." After that, she left. Trent ran after her.

Outside

Trent caught up to Gwen and stopped her. "Don't listen to Duncan." He said in a reassuring voice. "I know, he can be a real douche at times." He grabbed her hand and said, "I'll walk you back to you're cabin."

Killer Bass Cabin

Courtney was lecturing Duncan about his behavior. "How could you say that to her? You wanted to get to know her and you tear her down." Duncan knew he couldn't win this one. So he said he would go and apologize in the morning. With that, Duncan went to the closet to get his sleep clothes. Looking around on the floor, he found a white mask (Convenient, huh?). He hatched an idea. He put in on and walked up behind Harold and tapped his shoulder. Harold turned around and saw the masked Duncan. Harold said, "You've tried a lot of shit before, but this is the lamest." This got Duncan mad and he pushed Harold. Harold then did something that surprised everyone: he bashed Duncan square in the nose, knocking off the mask. With that, Harold walked out. Courtney said, "That's what you get." Both her and Bridgette left. Duncan, pissed off, looked at Geoff and growled, "Go to bed!"

Outside

Harold was standing on the porch. He breathed in the fresh air to calm down. But his anger returned when he heard footsteps behind him. He growled, "Whoever you are, I'm in no fucking mood." The person pushed him. No, not pushed him, shoved him to the ground. Getting back up, Harold thought, 'That's not Duncan. His aren't that strong." After getting up, Harold turned around. The figure wasn't Geoff or Duncan. This guy was wearing a black, long sleeved shirt, grey overalls, worker gloves, black boots, a black neck brace attached to a black cloth cover the mans' whole head. Along with the cloth, there was a white mask, nothing fancy. A plain face.

Harold was about to scream, but the man raised his arm up and slammed a machete into Harold's skull. Blood spattered the wall. Harold was officially dead. The man picked up his body and carried it off into the woods.

So, my first real chapter. Next: Chapter 2: Where's Chef?