This is my very first fanfiction. Here's the summary:
Chris McLean's various family members have been captured by a villain that seems to know a thing or two about him. Fearing for the safety of his relatives, he recruits some of the smartest, strongest, and most highly-skilled cast members from "Total Drama". Can he put his ego aside to save the ones he cares about?
In a prison (the same one we saw from the first episode of the "All Stars" season), we see prisoners (also from that episode) doing activities inside their cells to extinguish their boredom;
The killer with the hook for a hand twists his hook left to right to loosen it. He pulls it off and hangs it on a hanger in a wall behind him. The killer opens a suitcase to reveal different attachments for his missing hand: a nail filer, an ax, a 20 cm (7.8 inch) steak knife, a crowbar, a backscratcher, a toothbrush, and others. With a "Hmmm..." and a lowered unibrow, he picks up . . . the backscratcher attachment. He says "Perfect." with a sinister smirk, as if it was what he needed. He attaches it, lifts his arm over his back and uses the backscratcher attachment to... well, you know... scratch his back, all while shying contently and saying "Oh yeah" in a similar tone.
In the next cell, the other prisoner that did the kissy face is reading a dark red book, with him reading, "'..., but he never came back. He said he would, but he didn't. I hung my head low in disappointment and put my hand to my chest in heartbreak as I walked back to my beach house. Every time I see the sunset, I think of him, I think about him, knowing that he will come back. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.'" He closed the book and laid it flatly on his lap, all while rubbing a tear coming down his eye. The kissy faced con says "Oh Man. The author sure knows how to pull at a person's heartstrings," He grabs a tissue from a square tissue box near the side of his foot. "Including mine!" sobbing hysterically. He blows his nose on the tissue, crumples it into a ball, and backhands it into the trashcan, while he continues crying.
In another cell, we see another prisoner with a very familiar face in an orange prison jumpsuit; it's... Duncan! Apparently, he is still doing time for blowing up Chris' mansion during the middle of the "All Stars" season and by the look on his face, (the black eye, bags under both of them, a swollen cheek from getting punched) he's not adjusting to being in prison one bit. "'sigh' I can't believe I'm in jail." said the green mohawked troublemaker with a bored expression sitting on his knees, carving tally marks on the wall with a spare pocket-knife, signifying how long he has been here. "I mean, all I wanted was to prove that I was still the bad boy everyone knew and loved... or didn't like. But then again, it's not as different as juvie; it's just a tougher, more violent,... big-boy version of it. Once you get used to the unexpected brawls, learning which of the prisoner's buttons not to push, and the baton whacks from the guards as punishment for "bad" behavior, this is actually a really neat place." He has relaxed eyes and smile after saying that, but it shifts to show his hiding frustration; He starts to frown, his unibrow bends into a "v" shaped, obtuse angle, and face palms himself while saying, "Oh, who am I kidding?!"
Just then, an alarm goes off. Everyone stops what their doing. A guard hollers "NEW PRISONER COMING IN!" and at the same time, the convicts walk to the front of their cells grab onto the bars and peered from in-between them, putting their focus on the steel door. The door opens and there a very muscular, Caucasian man, approx. 2.4 m (8 feet) tall standing. He was very top heavy; had an overdeveloped torso with broad shoulders, with muscles bulging everywhere on his chest, arms, shoulders, neck, and back. In proportion, his hands were so big, they could encase a dinner plate when spread out. He wore nothing but large, brown pants. His wrists were too wide for shackles, so he had chains with a lock wrapped around them, as well as his ankles. The guards were shocked to see a man this large, much more so than the prisoners. In fact, he was so tall, he had to bend down and crouch so that he wouldn't hit his head on the door and ceiling when he walked in. When he did, he showed his small, bald head; too small in proportion with the rest of his body (est. 1/10-10.5 head-to-body ratio). The guards lead him through the prison cells and as they did, the giant looked at the prisoners and they each felt uncomfortably timid. As he walked in front of Duncan's cell, he stopped, turned around to face the cell, and greeted Duncan, with a smile, in the most chilling voice imaginable:
"Hello, Duncan."
The man's voice sounded like a bear growling/roaring with an empty, metal can covering its muzzle; it was deep, hollow, and very frightening. The former juvenile delinquent suddenly became frightened and gulped nervously. One of the guards patted on the big guy's back and gestured him to keep moving. They walked past two more rows of cells before finally stopping at an empty one with a bunk bed, a stainless steel sink and toilet, and a steel bar window.
"Welcome to your new home..." said the guard "...for the next six years."
"This does look comfy than what I slept on back home" said the unnamed giant, observing his surroundings.
"Well, that's great. You'll get used to it after your first six months here."
"It's just too bad you don't have any toilet paper... or flowery curtains."
"What did you expect? This is a prison, not a hotel." The guard starts to raise his voice, to show that he's not joking around. "And you are not a guest, you're a prisoner, got it?"
"I got it." said the large man, sincerely. "But does that mean you'll still tuck me in at night?" mockingly, with a smile.
The rest of the prisoners start to laugh. The guard, getting more annoyed, shouts "QUIET!" to them and they do just that. He then turns to the wisecracking giant and pulls out his baton.
"Listen up, big boy, you've been in here no more than five minutes and you managed to tick me off. Now you're gotta wise up, or else I'm going to extend your stay to sixteen years! Is that what you want? Huh?"
The big man turns to face the guard and replies politely," Fine with me. Maybe we can play baseball together. Of course, you'll need a baseball bat instead of that tiny, little toothpick."
The guard has had enough of this enormous guy's insults and remarks.
"All right, that's it!" he said, looking and sounding incredibly miffed. "You and your smart mouth get inside... THAT... CELL!"
"Can I at least call my mom first?"
"NO! YOU GET YOUR BUTT IN THAT CELL... RIGHT... NOW!"
As he said that, the guard strikes his baton on the colossus' chest and, much to his, the prisoners, and the other guards surprise, it breaks in half with the broken part falling to the prison floor. The guard's face shifts from anger to fear and he looks up, face-to-face, at the giant, who glares at him. The security guard starts to whimper like a puppy, frozen in fear, dropping his broken baton and the humongous man adds a smile to his menacing gaze. In the blink of an eye, the giant knocks the guard (hard) into the cell behind him. He hits his back on the cell bars and lands flat on his stomach, laying with his feet facing the door. The prisoners and the rest of the guards begin to feel intimidated after seeing that display of power. The big bruiser starts to chuckle (softly, but menacingly) and closed his eyes, satisfied with showing his strength and no pity for the guard he injured.
"Now..." he turns to the direction of the rest of security, opening his eyes "...who's next?"
The other guards run up to him, batons in hand raised in the air, with the prisoners watching. The bald behemoth snaps his chain shackles with little effort and with a swing from his arm, knocks five of the other guards down on the ground. The last one, a younger man (mid 20s) with light brown hair, runs away and takes out his walkie-talkie to call for 911.
"Hello? This is Officer Landers, guard of the Manitoba Penitentiary. A prisoner - male, Caucasian, bald, eight feet tall - just took out..." There is static coming from his walkie-talkie, meaning someone from the receiving end heard him. "Yes I said eight feet! He took out six of my guys! You must come here as soon as poss..."
Landers is then wrapped by a chain and pulled back with enough force get airborne. The big guy hits him in midair and the guard lands right next to Duncan's cell. Duncan gets a mischievous smile on his face. He takes the keys from the fallen guard's pocket and unlocks his cell door. When he runs out, he raises his arms up high and says "FFRREEEEDOOOOMMM! (Laughs) Yes! Free at last! Now to find and change back in my clothes and get out of this..."
He stops and hears creaking metal and breaking concrete. The hoodlum turns around and sees, in shock, that the giant man ripped the cell doors of the rest of the two inmates with his bare hands. The criminals cheer and run out and give each other a high five. Duncan is very impressed with the bald-headed brute's immense strength.
"Dude, you took out those guards like you were swatting flies." said Duncan.
"Why, thank you." replied the colossus. "It was all part of my plan."
"Wait a minute. What? You mean you got yourself arrested on purpose to take down the guards and do a prison break? That was your plan?"
"Most of it."
"Well, so far, it must be a good one."
"I'll say." responded the "kissy face" convict. "Now we can all go back to what we did before. I can't wait to steal some candles... "The others looked at him confused."...that I can use to burn a house down to the ground!"
"Actually..." the big man said." I have a much better idea. How would you all like to work for me?"
The "kissy face" convict scoffed at that idea. "No way. Why would we, or should we, work for you?"
Without warning, the bigger man grabbed the smaller con by the neck and lifts him to his eye level. The rest of the escapees see this and gasp in horror.
"Okay. Okay! I see what you mean." said the prisoner, strained, being choked. "I'll at least consider this as a form of community service."
The choked prisoner is then dropped to the concrete floor and coughs to get air back into his lungs.
"If there are any objections..." said the deep-voiced giant. The other prisoners, not wanting to make him angry, shake their heads and comply "No", albeit nervously. "Good. We have work to do." And he walks, slightly slouched because of his upper body's heavy bulk with the chain being carried over his left shoulder, to the exit.
Duncan stops him to answer a question. "Can you at least tell us what your name is?"
The tall giant stops and turns around towards Duncan, to respond to his question in a sincere tone.
"My name... is Cormack."