Okay, before you read, I would just like to say that this idea came to me-when else-when I was trying to fall asleep. I know I have TDAS to work on, but I have very little time to work on anything, now that school has started again. I am getting loaded with homework this year! So… yeah. I don't have much time to myself, mostly right when I get home and on Saturdays. Anyway… I thought of the concept to this at like 11:00 pm. If it sucks, sorry. Cody was never perceived as a ladies man on Total Drama, this is a story I thought of that goes along with/explains that…
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Total Drama, but I write fanfictions instead.
The Kiss Of Death Ch. 1
The Family Secret
It was Cody Anderson's sixteenth birthday. He was to go to a, seemingly, awesome summer camp (Total Drama Island) in a couple months when school let out for summer. He was happy to get away from his classmates, especially the girls. They were always surrounding him, practically begging for him to go out with them! He was really smart and sweet-and quite the looker-so, naturally, many girls were attracted to him. They loved his teal eyes, too. He got those from his dad. And his mom, now that he thought of it. Well, his mom had oddly colored eyes, they were both a mix of teal and brown. Right now, Cody was finishing a paper for History. It was due tomorrow, and he was almost done with the third page. His parent's got home and saw him upstairs in his room writing.
"Cody?" his mom asked.
"C-could you come down here for a talk, son?" his dad then asked.
"Sure, hold on!" Cody called down. They sound nervous, he thought. Oh, I hope it isn't "that talk." I learned about that enough in health class, he thought, walking downstairs. He saw his mom and dad seated at the kitchen table, with worried expressions on their faces.
"So, you wanted to talk?" Cody asked, sitting down.
"S-son, we need to tell you something." his dad said.
"What is it? Is it the… that talk?" Cody asked his dad.
"N-no, son." His dad answered back. Cody expected to see his dad smile a little at least, but his face remained worried.
"Well, what is it? I really need to finish my history paper. Mr. Smith will kill me if I don't get it finished!" Cody added that last part with a laugh, but his parents noticeably flinched when he said "kill."
"Um, Cody, honey…" his mom began.
"Yeah, what is it, and why do you guys look so worried? I'm fine." he reassured his parents. "Right?"
"…There's something we've been keeping from you, Cody." Mr. Anderson said quietly after taking a deep breath. His mother looked at Cody with sad eyes.
"Um… what is it?" he asked slowly, seeing how his parents looked. He figured they would tell him that there was a genetic condition or something like that. No. they would have told me sooner, he reasoned with himself.
"C-Cody… y-your father and I… w-we don't…" his mother suddenly burst into tears, for a reason unknown to Cody.
"Dad, what is going on? What happened?" Cody asked fearfully. His mother rarely cried, only when something truly horrible happened.
"S-son, your mother and I, we c-" Just then, his mother ran out of the room, stifling cries.
"Should I go get her?" Cody asked his dad.
"N-no. Let her be. I-I guess I have to tell you myself." Mr. Anderson answered.
"What do you have to tell me, and why did Mom run out?! Just tell me!" Cody yelled. It must be something bad.
"Cody… Your mom and I… we come from a long line of…Amante Mortale!" His dad got out.
"Pfft. Yeah, okay. You know dad, that was pretty convincing, having Mom run out like that. But really? You expect me to buy that? What is an 'Amante Mortale' anyway?" Cody said, but thought differently when he saw his father's face. "Dad? You are kidding, right?"
"I wish, Cody." His dad said, also running out of the room on the brink of tears.
"What is going on?" Cody yelled, extremely confused and frustrated. He figured his history paper could wait, he could always tell Mr. Smith that he was having "family drama." He decided to go on the internet and research Amante Mortale, just to see what his dad was talking about. He found an article and read it.
(A/N: There is no article. I just came up with this on the spot. I used Google Translate to find a good name.)
"Amante Mortale. Italian, translating to "deadly lover." Called "Amante" for short. Also believed to be a race of beings with appearances similar or identical to humans. They can kill someone simply by kissing them, or showing any kind of other physical affection. It is currently unknown how this is possible. They peacefully coexist with humans, and it is hoped they only kill people by accident, seeing most killing is made by young Amante Mortale, when they are about 16 or 17 years of age. This most likely happens because the parents fail to educate them on their 16th birthday, which is when their powers start. They are best recognized by their exceptionally bright teal eyes."
By now, Cody was staring at the screen, open-mouthed. This can't be true, he thought. He decided to ask his parents about it though. He printed out the article and took it to his dad.
"Dad? About the thing earlier… I found this online." He handed his dad the paper.
"Son, this article is only partially correct. It does happen on your 16th birthday, which is why we told you today. We all do have teal eyes, and-"
"What about Mom? She's an Amante too, right? Her eyes have brown in them, too. What does it mean that we kill people by kissing them? How could you two get married and live?" Cody asked.
"Slow down, Cody. Not exactly, your mother is a half-Amante, hence the brown and teal eyes. Her mother was one, and she married your grandpa. He only survived because… they were each other's true love. Same with your mom and me." Mr. Anderson explained. "The part about no physical affection at all is incorrect. You can hold hands, and hug and other things like that, but if you kiss someone, or be… intimate… they will die. If they are not another Amante Mortale, that is. The reason we told you is that we don't want you to hurt anyone, in school or on TV. Be careful Cody. I know a lot of girls like you… but…"
"I can't love them, can I? Wait, how will I know if someone else is an Amante Mortale?" Cody asked.
"You will feel it, inside. Cliché, right?" his dad said laughing. "But, seriously Cody, you must take this seriously. You cannot under any circumstances, kiss any human girl."
"Dad, have you ever… killed a girl?" Cody asked.
"…Yes. And I regret it every day. If I had only believed my parents, she could still be alive. We just kissed in school, during class so nobody was watching, and she just collapsed. I thought she passed out or something, but when the ambulance arrived… the paramedics said it was too late. Then I knew they weren't lying. It happened on my… 16th birthday." A tear slowly rolled down Mr. Anderson's cheek. Cody felt his eyes were wet too.
"What if someone kisses me? What then? "Cody asked quietly.
"Don't return the kiss, and most likely they'll be okay, but do whatever you have to do to keep them away. And if something happens… well, you can't let anyone know what we are, Cody." He replied solemnly.
"Did Mom ever kill anyone?" Cody asked.
"No, half-Amante's cannot actually kill a human, but they can severely damage them, which she did. But if anyone is more than half… they have the same amount of power as a full Amante Mortale. So, Cody, consider yourself a full-blooded Amante. Please, do not do anything like that with any human. Only your true love will survive even a kiss." Mr. Anderson warned his son.
"I understand dad. But why does this happen? With Amantes and kissing, I mean." Cody asked.
"Well, Cody… I don't really know. No Amantes know. I think the secret died out long ago." His dad stated.
"Oh. Okay. But what if I meet someone who is also an Amante? What then? Should I tell them?"
"I guess you could. You will know one when you see one, even if they are a half-Amante. If an Amante kisses a half-Amante, the half might feel a little twinge of pain, but they will be okay." Cody's dad explained.
"Okay, got it, I think." Cody replied. Then he walked back to his room to finish his history paper.
His dad whispered sadly "Just… be careful, son."
First chapter done! I think this is turning out pretty good! TDI is coming up next chapter. I love you if you read this (even though I don't know you…)! Yeah, I get my ideas late at night.