Total Drama Revenge

Day 1, Part 1: The Beginning of Their End

Gwen sighed, and looked out the window of the bus.

It had been a long year since Total Drama World Tour ended, and she was not looking forward to going back to the show that had caused so much pain in her life. During the break, Chris had tried another season with a new cast, something along the lines of Revenge of the Island.

The ratings sunk, and at the end of the season, Chris was arrested. Gwen thought that it was the end of Total Drama, but at the end of the year-long break, Chris was surprisingly released from prison.

Chris attempted to do an all-stars season of some sort, but when those plans fell through; he just decided to bring twelve of the most popular contestants back to the island while he worked some things out with the network.

This season they were all going to be competing in was only supposed to be a placeholder; nothing significant.

If only they had truly known what would happen.

Gwen turned up her iPod, and stared out the window. The bus was on its way to the port where she would board a boat that would take her to Wawanakwa Island.

"Pressure, pushing down on me," Gwen mouthed as she looked out the window, "Pushing down on you, no man ask for,"

Elsewhere, Duncan stepped out into the light of day with his duffle bag on his back. He raised a questionable eyebrow at the bus waiting outside the detention center.

A stocky man in a uniform stepped over to Duncan with a file in his hand, "Duncan, you have been released to compete in the next season of Total Drama. As soon as the season is complete, you are to report back here to Toronto Juvenile Detention Center. Do you understand?" he said.

"Sure," Duncan replied with a roll of his eyes. He grabbed the file from the officer, and stepped over to the bus. Taking his seat on the bus, he stared out the window, smiling as he thought of going back to the show, "Gwen," he mouthed.

"Under pressure," Duncan said, "That burns a building down, splits a family in two, puts people on streets,"

Heather raised an eyebrow as she walked down the steps from the airplane. She took of her sunglasses, and noticed the driver that was already waiting for her.

She couldn't believe she was going back to this game.

I wonder if he'll be there, Heather thought, but then soon regretted it, I doubt it.

"It's the terror of knowing, what this world is about," Heather sang under her breath as the driver took the suitcase from her hands.

Leshawna smiled at Harold who was sitting next to her in the taxi. The lanky nerd was engrossed in his hand-held game, and failed to notice the sister.

Sighing, Leshawna glanced out the window to see the passing landmarks.

"Watching some good friends," Leshawna said, "Screaming get me out,"

Across the backseat, Harold looked up, and noticed that Leshawna was glancing out the window. To match, he looked out his window, letting out a deep sigh.

"Pray tomorrow takes me higher," Harold continued, "Pressure on people, people on streets,"

Tyler checked his phone again, though he noticed that there were no new text messages. It had been nearly two months since he had last heard from Lindsay, and that was when he had visited her at her parent's mansion.

Living halfway across the country was not good for their relationship, Tyler proposed, but at least technology could keep them in touch.

But alas, Lindsay was not doing her part at all in their relationship. Had she lost his number? Had she forgotten who he was again? Or worse, had she found someone else?

"Chipping around," Tyler sighed, "Kick my brains around the floor,"

Glancing out the window and noticing that storm clouds were beginning to gather, he added, "These are the days it never rains but it pours,"

Lindsay smiled as she hugged her parents, and then headed down the long driveway to where their driver, Wadsworth, was waiting for her. Wadsworth grabbed her luggage, and then opened the door for her.

She was happy to be going back to the show. Hopefully Tyler will be there, she thought. Her boyfriend hadn't texted the entire break, and she was beginning to get a bit worried.

All she was getting were these weird texts from someone named Terrence.

The radio suddenly came on, and Lindsay smiled as she began to sing along as she stared out the window.

"It's the terror of knowing," she sang, "What this world is about; watching some good friends screaming let me out!"

The car tire's squealed as the driver hit the brakes.

The door swung open, and Alejandro stepped out into the light. The driver had dropped him off at the docks, where a boat would take him to Wawanakwa Island.

He had fully recovered from his injuries, and was bent on personally paying back those who had wronged him the first time around.

Alejandro had a lot of time to plan his revenge plan very carefully.

If he succeeded, those who wronged him would pay.

If he failed, well, Alejandro always had a Plan B.

"Turned away from it all," Alejandro hummed under his breath as he grabbed his bag and headed towards the docks, "Like a blind man; sat on a fence, but it don't work,"

A little bit further down the dock, Trent stepped onto his boat, thanking the driver who had brought him.

Staring off into the distance, Trent could see the faint outline of Camp Wawanakwa. Silently, he hoped that she would be there. That way, he could right his wrongs once and for all.

"Keep coming up with love," Trent sang at full blast, attracting the attention of his boat captain, who quickly realized who it was, and turned away, "But it's so slashed and torn; why?"

Courtney's boat was already halfway to Wawanakwa.

The CIT gripped the edge of the boat, uncertain of what it would be like to back on the show. Would Gwen and Duncan be there, Courtney thought as she could see Wawanakwa off in the distance.

"Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking," Courtney said quietly, glancing back at forth at her watch and the island.

A bit farther behind her, Bridgette and Geoff's boat remained quiet. The two stood on separate ends of the boat; both glancing behind themselves to stare at the other.

The couple had not spoken much over the past several months for several reasons. Their eyes caught for a split second, and before Bridgette could offer a faint smile, Geoff looked away.

"Can't we give ourselves one more chance," Bridgette sighed, looking over her shoulder to Geoff.

"Why can't we give love that one more chance," Geoff sang underneath his breath from the other side of the boat.

"Why can't we give love that one more chance," the two sang in harmony without truly realizing.

The last boat had just left, and the twelve contestants stood on the Dock of Shame in a circle, with Chris staring at them.

"Why can't we give love, give love, give love," the cast harmonized as they all stared at each other.

Heather glanced over to Alejandro, who winked at her in response. Sighing, she joined in on the singing.

"'Cause love's such an old fashioned word," they continued to sing as Courtney glared over to where Gwen and Duncan were happily embracing, "And love dares you for the people on the edge of the night,"

Leshawna and Harold held hands, while Leshawna looked over to see that Bridgette and Geoff were standing alone. Raising an eyebrow, she joined in on the singing once more.

"And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves,"

Tyler waved over to where Lindsay stood, but she just raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't recognize him.

Forming a line, the cast of twelve turned to stare at the cameras.

"This is our last dance, this is our last dance, this is ourselves, under pressure," the cast finished in perfect harmony. When the song was over, Chris made his way through the line, smirking at the cameras.

"Campers, welcome to Total Drama Revenge!" Chris said, throwing his hands into the air.

The twelve contestants quickly made their way to campfire pit, and took their seats on the rotting stumps. Chris took his spot behind the oil drum, smirking at the campers much like he had done with the cameras earlier.

"You twelve have been hand picked to compete in the fifth season," Chris said, smirking at the contestants.

"Chills and thrills," Heather said with a roll of her eyes.

"Hate to break it to you all, but this season was never meant to happen," Chris folded his arms, "My proposed all-star season was a fluke, so we had to go with something else while the network worked out something else,"

"It's good to see you think so much of us," Courtney snapped as she folded her arms herself, "I have never been Plan B!"

"You were with Duncan," Harold said.

The CIT looked over to the lanky nerd, and shot him a death glare. Snapping her head back to Chris, she nodded, as if telling him to continue.

"This season will be rather quick," the host explained, "But in that short amount of time, we'll make up for it by adding in several twists and turns along the way," the contestants all exchanged glances, wary of what Chris could possibly mean.

"Before I forget to mention, our confession cam is also back in use!"

Confession Cam

Gwen – "Whenever Chris says 'twists', that's normally my cue to do whatever it takes to get the hell off this island," *sighs*

Leshawna – "What is up with Bridgette and Geoff? Something ain't right with those two,"

Courtney – "I was not Duncan's Plan B!"

Alejandro – "A shorter season you say?" *raises an eyebrow* "This adds a time limit on my plan. Nonetheless, it shall carry through as planned,"

"So what about the teams Chris?" Trent asked, raising his hand.

"Excellent question," Chris said, "One that wasn't an insult or jab towards me! The teams this season will vary episode by episode. We figured that it would probably be more dramatic if you were with new people each challenge,"

"Sure," Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Speaking of challenge," the host continued, "The first challenge will consist of—"

A small rumble sounded off as the contestants looked to see Chef Hatchet riding up to the campfire pit on his ATV.

"Chef, I was just in the middle of my thing—"Chris started to complain, but was quickly interrupted.

"The food's alive," Chef Hatchet said in between breaths. He was panting, and sweat was rolled down his dark colored skin.

"What do you mean the food's alive?"

"It just came alive," Chef threw his arms into the air, "Once second I was cooking it, the next it was crawling all over the floor!"

Chris let out a deep, exasperated sigh.

"Well, that cancels out the food eating challenge we had planned," Chris said, "I guess we'll have to go with our Plan B?"

"What's Courtney got to do with this?" Harold asked, raising his hand.

Courtney groaned, and threw her shoe at the lanky nerd, which he narrowly dodged.

"Your first challenge, shall you choose to accept it," Chris snickered, "Who am I kidding, you'll have to accept it anyway, is to find a golden marshmallow hidden somewhere on the island,"

The contestants all exchanged glances.

"That could be anywhere!" Leshawna let out.

"Then I guess you better start looking," Chris said, climbing onto the ATV behind Chef, "The first camper to find it wins immunity and a special reward!"

The host drove off with Chef Hatchet, leaving the twelve contestants behind. They all glanced at each other, and quickly took off running, some to the woods, some to the cabins, and some to the beach.

Confession Cam

Courtney – "Chris's originality never ceases to amaze me,"

Leshawna – "This sister's gonna figure out what's behind Bridgette and Geoff,"

Bridgette was walking along the beach when Leshawna and Harold caught up with her.

"Girl," Leshawna said, slinging one arm around the surfer chick, "We need to talk,"

"About what?" Bridgette asked, raising an eyebrow.

"About you and Geoff; there's something up with you both,"

The surfer chick stopped dead in her tracks, the sand entering her sandals. She turned to stare at Leshawna with a look of horror on her face.

"There's nothing wrong with Geoff and me," Bridgette said, and quickly returned to walking forward.

"Then why isn't he here?" Harold quickly piped up.

Bridgette turned to look at Leshawna and Harold, and sighed, "Look, I appreciate you guys trying to help, but there's nothing wrong with us. Just leave it alone," The surfer chick then turned around, and broke out into a jog. She crossed a bend, leaving the two in her dust.

"I don't believe that for one second," Leshawna folded her arms.

Confession Cam

Bridgette – "Nothing's wrong," *sighs*

Tyler – "I don't know why Lindsay's been ignoring me, but I'm going to find out,"

"Lindsay!"

The dumb blonde turned around to see Tyler chasing after her. Lindsay stopped in her tracks, and waited for the jock to catch up; she was in the woods, trying to figure out what a golden marshmallow was; the only marshmallows she knew of were all white.

"Lindsay, why haven't you been answering my text messages?" Tyler said, panting from the jog he had had to embark on to catch up with his girlfriend.

Lindsay cocked her head to the side.

"Who are you?" Lindsay said, raising an eyebrow.

Tyler's jaw fell.

Confession Cam

Tyler – "Please tell me that did not just happen,"

"I'm Tyler," the jock said, putting his hand on his chest, "Your boyfriend,"

"No," Lindsay shook her head, "You're Terry. I know you because we're on the show together. Tyler's my boyfriend,"

Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"Lindsay, I'm Tyler. We've been through this before," he said.

"I'm pretty sure that you aren't," Lindsay said, backing up slowly, "I'm going to go now. Maybe I'll find Tyler. Let me know if you see him, OK?"

The dumb blonde scampered off, leaving Tyler behind, dumbfounded as to what had just taken place. Sighing, Tyler moved to the bushes, attempting to find the golden marshmallow that Chris had told them about.

"Tyler?"

The jock leaped up so fast that he hit his head on a tree branch. Rubbing his head, Tyler turned around to see Geoff standing behind him.

"Oh, Geoff," Tyler said, letting out a deep breath, "You scared me,"

"Can I walk with you?" Geoff asked, digging his hands into his pockets.

Heather tossed the pillow away, groaning as she looked around the side of the cabin she had just finished scavenging through.

"Where the hell is it?" Heather groaned, folding her arms in anger.

She had been searching the cabins for the past twenty minutes, and so far, had not found the golden marshmallow yet.

"Language, my dear,"

The queen bee stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to see Alejandro standing in the doorway.

"Great," Heather muttered.

Alejandro stepped inside the cabin, shutting the door behind him, "I think it's time the two of us had a little talk,"

Taking a step back, Heather raised an eyebrow.

"What's your deal, psycho?" Heather spat out.

"No deal," Alejandro purred, "Just a dilemma, really. Plus, you probably should be a little bit nicer to me. I'm about to cut you a deal,"

"Why would I want a deal from you?"

"Because in case you have forgotten," the arch villain snapped, "I caused half of the eliminations the last time around, and made my way to the final two. You need me more than I need you,"

Heather rolled her eyes.

"And in case you have forgotten," Heather took a step forward, "I was also in that final two. I got there fair and square,"

"I didn't think fair was in your vocabulary,"

"Drop dead," Heather said, "Leave me alone,"

Alejandro chuckled, and grabbed Heather's arm, pulling her close, "You and I together would be unstoppable. If we form an alliance now, we may be able to take down everyone around us before they even realize we're partners,"

"I would never form an alliance with you, even if it meant I go home tonight,"

"Wrong answer," Alejandro said in a monotone voice, "But whatever suits you really, Heather. Just know that I offered you a plea deal, and you rejected it,"

"Hell yeah I did," Heather snapped.

"But just remember that I still remember what happened on that volcano," Alejandro purred, letting a deep smirk across his face. Letting go of Heather's arm, he turned and exited the cabin.

Confession Cam

Heather – "He's up to something," *groans* "I just need to figure it out,"

Alejandro – "I knew Heather wouldn't accept my deal. It would be extremely out of character for her to reject it. But now I feel no guilt in taking her down," *smirks* "You see, it's only part of my plan. One by one, they all will go down, and I will take the million, and crush Heather's soul,"

Chris raised an eyebrow as he stood on the Dock of Shame.

"That guy is good—er bad," Chris said, "With twelve contestants fighting for the prize, who will manage to find the golden marshmallow? What's up with Bridgette and Geoff? Can Lindsay remember who Tyler is? And who's going home tonight? Find out when we return to Total Drama Revenge!"

A/N – This is something that I haven't wanted to do for a while now: incorporate musical numbers into Total Drama, but not staged ones, just ones that will occur without any warning. I will try to incorporate a song into each chapter; though don't count on it for every single one.

This story is how I envisioned that the Gwen/Duncan/Courtney/Trent love square, the Heather/Alejandro rivalry, and several other things would have panned out. Twelve contestants isn't that bad, right?

I plan on finishing this story, trust me, I do. I promise that I will finish it!

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