Far Cry Island

Let me tell you the definition of insanity Cody Anderson. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result! If that's the case why are you here?

Prologue

He never wanted this. Well maybe he did a long time ago. 56 days to be exact. Eight weeks. It seemed like another lifetime, forever lost to memory. How did it happen? How did he survive?

You think you did Anderson? Really you think you did?

Groaning Cody tuned out Vaas's imaginary voice. It wouldn't do him any good now. The life he had now. It was a Far Cry from what he once had. All he had ever wanted was to be cool. Go on an adventure. Find a nice girl and cherish her forever. The first two came really easily after the island. But the dream of a girl? Dreaming of sunshine, families and love? That was all lost.

What was the point of being cool if you couldn't really connect with people? When you knew you could never be like them. People didn't bother me anymore.

A sickening crunch could be felt as the baseball player screamed uncontrollable. Nevertheless Cody refused to let go as he continued to stomp on Hector's right knee. Said knee was now bent in the wrong angle.

And the adventure he got? More like a nightmare. Fighting wild animals, slavers and trying to rescue his friends had seemed a daunting and hopeless task. Yet Cody had done it. He had saved them.

Didn't that matter? Wasn't that what was important?

But why did he feel sick every time he thought of it?

His thoughts were interrupted by one of the boatmen who were taking him the island.

"We'll be on the island in ten minutes Mr. Anderson. For your sake … I'm sorry," he finished sympathetically.

Well at least someone cared. Even if was only the person taking him to his destination. Total Drama Island. The word island itself brought back unpleasant memories. But he was contract bound to participate. No choice or say in the matter. He had signed up before that whole incident had occurred and now he had to compete.

Whether he liked it or not.

"Why?" he pleaded desperately shaking himself.

"Because you signed it," politely answered the executive.

"No why are you making me do this? After everything I went through can't you make an exception? Can't you just find some other kid who wants to be there on the island? Someone who isn't shell-shocked?"

The executive merely nodded at all my points before smugly answering "Quite simple really. You're an attraction. A survivor. But most important is that you the most contrasting person we will probably ever find. You can change Total Drama forever! Slap a face to our show and bring more ratings."

"So this is all just business to you?" I screamed as I grabbed the executive's throat, " You think this is a game? Well for me it isn't. It's real life."

I can see fear flash through the man's face. He had obviously not expected me to react like that. Sweat dribbled down his forehead while he quickly searched for any possible way of getting out of this predicament. Cody noticed the executive's reaction and tightened his hold around the man's throat.

Fortunately Cody had managed to weasel out a deal with that bastard. Only one season. That's it. That's all he had to do. Then he could go free. Leave the island. Do what ever he wanted. The downside was the host and his sidekick had not been told. What a stupid place Cody thought.

All Cody wanted was to be left alone. He wanted to pick up the pieces of his former life. But he couldn't do that now. Well he could have killed the executive but that wouldn't have been worth the hassle and the trouble he would have gotten with the law.

Nevertheless Cody had sworn to the man, that if was ever forced to participate in his third rate reality show ever again, that his ears would be used to make a wallet.

It was surprising really. Nine weeks ago Cody was ecstatic when he learned he was been accepted onto the reality show. He wanted to be one of the "cool" kids and try some of his "manly" moves. But that was understandable. Just once he wanted to do something special. Just once the old Cody wanted to BE special.

Now he was all but begging people to not be sent onto the show.

I guess I could just lose on purpose.

His former self wanted to be something more than the tech geek that knew more about RAM, firewalls and how to fix a motor engine than half the teachers in the school. The former Cody would have loved it if a girl had come up to him as said "Hey you're that guy from Total Drama. You were so amazing."

But that was the former Cody. The Cody before the trip.

I'm sorry Keith

"Don't touch me!" screams Keith before running away from me. He keeps screaming "Leave me alone" or 'Stop'.

He's been like that ever since we came back, screeching at anyone who comes even close to him. Keith's already lost his job the other day. If this wasn't a normal reaction ever since …

I feel miserable. Ashamed. Angry.

Keith.

I'm sorry Grant

I hear the sounds of gunfire. The sounds of murderous gunfire. Their sounds are deafening. My breathing stops for a few seconds in shock. I'm going to die.

"Come on," yells Grant.

Then I feel something red splash onto the vegetation. Even in near darkness I can see the sticky substance clinging onto the forest floor and dampening Grant's shirt.

NO!

I'm sorry Riley.

"Do it," whispered Riley. Hesitantly I raised my fist. For a moment I held it in place debating on whether I should do it … and brought it onto his jaw.

I'm sorry Oliver

"Oliver," I greeted broadly. An unshaven man looks up at me. Blacklines and bloodshot eyes are what echoes my answer.

"Hey Co-Cody!" responds my best friend. Even if it's only a stutter. I glance down at his fingers. Slowly and with immense amounts of twitching he picks up a majiruana joint.

Oliver was always a pot-head. But this was too much. He's been spending his entire time living in this one room of his house. I'm pretty sure if I didn't bring him food everyday or keep him stocked he'd starve to death … slowly.

But I can't blame him for not leaving his house. It's probably the only place he feels safe now. It's his Sanctuary. I don't think I should disturb it.

So I leave.

I'm sorry Daisy

I stop by Daisy's house. The grass is running wild and looks like it hasn't been trimmed in months. Curtains are closed, dampening the mood of the house. It's almost as if the house itself is solemn.

Just like its occupant. But I can't leave her like this. Every day after I visit Oliver I come back here to check up on her. Even if she doesn't want to see me it'll put my conscience at rest.

If only a little.

God why did this happen? What did we do wrong? What did we do to deserve this?

"We're here," announced one of the men up front.

I could feel the boat decelerating. It was comforting in a strange sort of way. Letting someone else drive seemed unsettling to me ever since I came back. Must be the shock. Or maybe the fact that I no longer trusted anyone enough to put my life in their hands or to control of my life.

The boat rocked a little once it touched onto the dock. Quietly I shuffled through my bags making sure that everything was in place and I had everything I needed.

Clothes, rationed food, radio, blanket, tent, glider. All the essential stuff. However there was plenty of things that were … iffy by normal standards to say the least.

Such as the drugs he was carrying on him. While certainly not addicting the drugs provided a sense of … nostalgia. And then there was the weapons; knives, sniper rifle, pistols, C4s and etc. The whole nine yards. He refused to leave anything to chance.

Cody himself was surprised he had packed so much stuff into his four bags. Even more surprising was the fact that I was allowed so many bags or the fact that no one actually searched through them.

Probably to make the game more interesting. Stupid Executive.

Altogether the 100 kilograms of gear would have been a nightmare for his former, less defined self to carry. But now it was just the borderline of impossibility for my sixteen year old body. Gaining 15 kilograms in eight weeks did that. But then again I had made a habit about doing the impossible.

Grunting I lifted my four bags and walked out the door being careful not to tip myself over. I used to be very clumsy. And one mistake would have ended my life four weeks ago. No re-spawning, no miracle cure, not supernatural ass-pull like Marvel comics. I would have died then and there.

As I exited the boat I got my first real glance of the island. In another life it would have been beautiful. An awe spiring site.

But now it was just disturbing. Lush roaming forests teeming with life now filled me with dread. What kind of predators lurked beneath the vegetation which innocently twinkled at me?

A cliff which reminded me of the time I spent gliding on open air, free from all my troubles, even for a moment. But then reality came crashing down. How many times had I considered committing suicide from a cliff? How many times had I just backed myself onto the edge and all I needed to do was take a step forward.

Make it end.

Sandy beaches and palm waters oh so wonderfully reminded me of home. All those times I spent playing with my brothers and friends. How many of times did we come to the beach together, building sandcastles and swimming in Lake Ontario? But I knew first-hand how deceiving water could be.

You never notice the shadow of a bull-shark until its right onto you. I fear the water but I still swim like I always did those four weeks. Only now in a pool and under a controlled environment. I don't hunt sharks anymore. I don't have to worry about getting eaten or raped.

I don't have to worry about a lot of things.

So why do I feel so incomplete? So worthless and empty. Perhaps this is what I need. Perhaps Total –

Oh what am I thinking? Why would I want to go back?

I mentally hear a chuckle in my head. The chuckle of the voice that haunts me to this day.

Vaas.

Have I ever told you the definition of insanity Cody Anderson? Like the real definition and not some bullshit some shrink made up? Well I'm going to tell you it … I'm gonna tell you it. It's doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different fucking result? Get it?

The first time someone told me that I thought they were bullshitting me. Like really bullshitting me … so I shot him.

Heheha!

Turns out that bastard was right. So let me ask you something Cody … if you're not insane why are you still here? Why do you keep coming back? You and I … weren't not so different. Are we not?

I don't know Vaas. I don't know. Not anymore.

The features of the island had slammed into me. And with uncertain resolve to lose and go home I take my first steps to Chris.

BTW

Author's Notes:

I will be leaving a poll to let the audience decide which girl Cody might end up with. It can be either Beth, Eva, Bridgette or Courtney.

And to all those people who have read my story. This is simple fanservice.

I'll leave everything to you guys. But remember. This story will only be ten chapters long at the very most and detail the adventures of Cody as he tries to recover from his trauma. Basically this story is about what would happen if Cody was Jason Brody and THEN went to Total Drama Island.

I might do a Borderlands and Spec Ops version after this if I get enough reviews though.