Shattered

By:

Ashley

P.S: I DO NOT own TDI, TDA, or TDWT, sadly T.T or the characters T.T I just own this story, and the idea of it xD

Starting Point:

(ok this is likeeee... in the woods kinda, if it's in one of the episodes I have no idea which one it is 0.o it starts with Courtney, semi third person pov/hers)

She lays there quietly, broken, bleeding.

Courtney didn't know what she did to piss off Heather that much, she figured maybe it was because she'd won the challenge the other day, instead of her. Or maybe, because she finally admitted her feelings for Duncan and Heather'd over heard.

Either way, nothing would fix this now.

Courtney had only gone for a walk, trying to sort out her feelings after recieving a letter from her parents about how her lawyers had gotten the useage of her PDA approved. She knew it would make her an out-cast, well, more than she already was.

She hadn't even seen the men in ski masks, cloaked in darkness, they'd blent in to the forest easily, and caught her off guard.

They'd beaten her severely, to the point where she couldn't even remember her own name.

All she could think of was the pain, the nerve wracking pain that jolted her body like she was a live wire. She could barely breath, and her heart was thumping so... so slow... black dots began to form in the corners of her eyes. As if she could even see right now, something wet seemed to seep in around her eyes, her vision already blurry from the tears she'd shed as she begged them to stop.

They hadn't for what seemed like hours, it probably was.

Being so far out in the woods hadn't helped either, no one would hear her screams.

Finally, she succumbed to the darkness as she vaguely heard Heather's voice say one last thing,"Pay-back's a bitch."

Duncan's POV-ish:

He'd gone for a walk after dinner, clearing his head after another spat with Courtney.

Yet, he couldn't get her out of his mind.

He never could.

So as he strolled around the woods, carving sculls into some trees, other things in different trees, he thought about her.

At least, until he heard the noses he knew very well. They were the sound someone makes when kicking something, and punching...

He slowly approached the sound, whoever was doing it, he didn't want them to turn on him.

And when they were done and gone, his curriosity got the better of him and he made his way over cautiously.

What he saw hit him in the gut like a ton of bricks.

It was a person, but he barely made out that it was in fact a person. By the way they were laying, huddled, it was hard to make out if it was male or female.

He leaned down and listened for breathing patterns, and he found only faint ones. He listened for a heart beat, and again found it to be faint. Whoever it was, was going to die. And soon. He knew there was nothing to be done, so he got up and walked off a little ways, nature would take care of it.

But then he stopped.

What if it had been his Princess? He couldn't bear the thought.

What if this person had someone who loved them? They'd be devistated if they were just found here without help.

And that was enough for him to decide.

He went back to the... body, and picked it up as gently as he could, many bones were broken, he could feel them moving underneath his hands, it was enough to make his heart ache with sadness. When whoever it was groaned in pain, he stiffened and held perfectly still, until they went silent again.

He headed back towards camp, towards where Chef slept, and when he came into the light of the fire-pit he caught the site of... so much blood. It tore at him.

Finally, he got whoever it was to Chef, and when he saw it his eyes went wide, it only took a second for him to get Chris and to bolt the person over to the medical tent. Duncan sat and waited all night it seemed, until Chris forced him back to his cabin to get some rest, in the morning Chris said he'd try and figure out who it was.

So, Duncan was a bit more on edge by the time morning rolled around, especially when Chris called every-one to the fire-pit. Chris looked so somber, Duncan noted, and he saw everyone tense at the look, it wasn't like Chris to look that way.

Duncan didn't see Courtney, either, but he probably figured she was catching up on some beauty sleep.

Until, that is, Chris started talking.

"Campers, last night, while most of you were sleeping, a person was found beaten half to death out in the woods, Duncan brought said person back to camp, and we immediately set to treating them, we did everything we could, and this person was a fighter. They made it through the night, and when... when we finally got around to cleaning off their face...," Chris, strangely, had a few tears in his eyes.

"W-who was it?" Bridgette asked warily.

Chris had to force the answer out.

"It was... C-c-courtney."

It took a moment for that thought to process fully in Duncan's head.

But when it did, his world shattered.

OMG I like... cried writing this story.

I got the idea from one of the books I read, in which I cried too cuz the main character like... went through that.

And I thought 'what would Duncan be like if this happened to Courtney?' sooo yea...

I might possibly write a chapter two for this, if I get enough reviews

and whoever does review gets a hug and some tissues and chocolate (tissues if you cried)

~bells