Waking up from what seemed to be the best sleep he had in ages, the boy squinted his eyes. Something didn't seem right, where were all the mutant animals, the crappy sand, and his personal hideout. Instead he woke up in a room inside of a bed. This room had monitors and a bunch of equipment he didn't know anything about.

He instantly panic at the sight, he brought his knees up to his chest and began to shake. Whatever cruel joke they were going for to make him believe something good was happening wasn't funny. But then he stare at his hands that were holding his knees, they were pale green, but not the shade of green from before. Also he then looked down at himself, he wasn't wearing the torn up hoodie like before, but a flimsy white gown. Maybe this wasn't some fever dream his diseased mind conjured up.

His thoughts were interrupted when someone opened the door. The man was wearing a lab coat and was holding a clipboard in his hands. The delusion his mind was spouting seemed too good to be true, but he knew better than to give into sick fantasies. The man approached him, patting him on the shoulder and then began to say something.

"Well Ezekiel, looks like you're finally up. You should consider yourself very lucky, the results say here you shouldn't even had a small recovery for several years, but over these two months, you recovered tremendously. You're gaining color back to your skin and your hair is starting to grow back."

Lucky, lucky his ass. Would someone called losing all sight of sanity and rationally lucky. Would being lucky meant that you were seen as a wild animal by everyone. Was it lucky to have everyone you knew hated you so much that they didn't even care about your own damn condition. Yeah, he was anything but lucky.

Zeke, than began to wonder, who put him in this hospital. It obviously wasn't himself, as he would had no mind to do so. It probably wasn't one of the contestants, they didn't even gave a shit about him when he tried to kill Chris. So who was it?

That sociopath came into the room and it all clicked for him. Why him, anyone but him. Get that monster away from Zeke as soon as possible, he had nothing to thanked him for.

"Hey Ezekiel, how you doing", like you really wanted to know. "Great, okay. So you're probably wondering why you're in this hospital and not out scavenging in the wild," just some sadistic mental trick he supposed. "Yeah so around like six months ago, I sent a couple interns to Boney Island to find any undestroyed materials to use for next season and they came across you in the fun zone. You attacked them a little, but only one was severely injured, not too shabby if I say so myself", of course Chris would find a victory in the injured. "So they decided to tranquilized you for some reason and called a hospital. Don't really know why, guess that they felt sorry for you."

Not a shock that Chris couldn't even understand the concept of empathy, if it was up to him he would've let Zeke rot for the rest of his life. Wait did he said six months, he was asleep for half a year. Guess it was for the best, who knows what horrific treatments he been put under since then.

"So they went to have me pay for your entire treatment, because apparently I was the cause of your suffering. Originally I refused at all cost, until the producers said it would boost positive reception in my favor. After the negative reception of All Stars, I needed all the positive reception I could get to be able to host another season."

How predictable, only saving his skin for a dumb PR stunt. Chris deserved all the negative attention he was given, show the whole world his true colors under his "charismatic" host identity he had for way too long.

Ezekiel wanted to use this time to yell at Chris Mclean, he wanted to say everything that has been on his mind about that ass since World Tour. About his pain of being thrown out of the plane, his humiliation of being used for challenges, and how he was just treated as a wild animal since then. But he didn't know if he even could, not out of conscience, but due to the fact that he hasn't used his voice in so long he didn't even know if he still had one left. Slowly he took a deep breath and went to say his first words since turning feral.

"I hate you", his voice croaked out in a raspy tone. Ezekiel amazed himself on how little he had to say. He been waiting to curse him out for a long time now and all he could say was the obvious. Those three measly words were an understatement to say the least and it didn't gave the former feral boy any sense of satisfaction oppose to what a long, overdue rant would've done.

"Yeah, glad to hear it. So now that you're finally up, I think its time for me to give you a little special surprise I came up with", Chris proceed to throw a small box onto Ezekiel's lap. Whatever surprise he was talking about, the prairie boy knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant one. He carefully opened the box and instead of something jumping out of it, inside was just a shirt, a red buttoned down shirt.

"What's the catch, eh", Ezekiel said in an grouchy tone. "Wow, guess you're smarter than you look. So my little catch is that is going to be your intern shirt for when next season starts in two weeks."

"Why after everything you put me through, you think I would ever intern for your death traps you call a show", in that small moment Ezekiel thought every urge just to slap that asshole to the ground, but kept enough cool to prevent doing so. "Good question Zeke. Well to say that this is your only other choice than going to court against me for trying to kill me last season. Unless you have connections with Courtney, there's very little chance of you getting a lawyer good enough to win against mine".

After everything he put him through, he had the nerve to go there. To send the prairie boy to court and have him arrested for attempted murder. Truly shows how much of a hypocrite he was considering the amount of times he tried to kill his own contestants.

"Why you want to make me an intern anyway, wouldn't you want me away as far as possible", Ezekiel was clearly speaking for his own benefit, he knew that being an intern would always been worse than being a contestant. "Well I was considering a restraining order first, but I thought this would be a bit more fun for me", Chris let out a laugh at his expense. "I came up with the idea when reminiscing about season 4, I remember making this girl an intern after she tried to sneak back on the show, kinda like you did. I don't remember her name though, something that starts with a D, I think. Well anyway I thought this would be a perfect way to get payback on you".

Ezekiel didn't even bothering asking on the payback part, it would been a waste of breathe to even bother. Whatever logic Chris was trying to spew, it was all going to be bullshit anyway you look at it.

" Fine, I give in, I'll be your stupid intern. I'll be your stupid intern just so you can torture me for a couple weeks and I'll never have to see your dumbass ever again, eh. Only under one condition, before I start you have to send me back to the farm for a week so I can see my Ma and Pa again," Ezekiel folded his arms trying to show intimidation, if he was going to be stuck in this bad deal he might as well get one good thing out of it.

Chris put his fingers to his chin and stroked it for a couple moments. Ezekiel almost immediately regretted asking his request, but let Chris said something before turning back on what he said. Before Chris respond he gave the prairie boy an evil smirk and Ezekiel than came to regret asking. "Sure, its the least I can do for you. I'll let you see your parents, the ones who abandoned you in the wild and never bother looking for you", Chris gave a chuckle at that sentence.

Upon hearing that, Ezekiel's blood began to boil. He could bet that either Chris or one of the producers had something about his parents never coming for him. The fact he is using mind games when the thing that angered him the most, fuck you Chris.

"And as an added bonus, I will give you first class round trip tickets back home on a plane, considering that you live like five hours from here."

The word 'plane' echoed back in his mind. That word single handedly triggered memories back from World Tour. Specifically when he was stuck on the tail after being kicked off the second time. Absentmindedly, Ezekiel grabbed the center of his chest and started panting heavily with tears spouting out of his eyes. Not a plane, not a plane, anything but a plane.

Chris could only stare at him and the tension by talking. "So, I'll go set that up. I'll tell the doctor to release you tomorrow and you'll be sent back to your family. Bye," with that Chris has left the room, leaving the prairie boy to himself curled up in a ball.

Honestly after that Ezekiel wished he never woke up. All that sociopath was going to do was make his life an even worse Hell than it already was. He didn't even care for the money anymore, chasing after it only made things worse for him. All he wanted was to go back home, but that had a catch to it.

Ezekiel started to calmly whistle to himself, it let him drift back to sleep. The sleep was going to be the only peaceful thing for him within the next few weeks, so he might as well enjoy it.


So this is the first chapter of my story everyone I hope you liked it and if you have any criticisms, I would love to hear them. Also anyone wondering on my other Total Drama story, Total Drama Double Take, that is still in existence, just on hiatus due to a lack of ideas right now.

Just for anyone wondering because I haven't wrote this part yet, this is going to take place during Pahkitew Island. This is serving as an AU to the story and I will have several plot points that does connect to that season.

My two definite plot points are Ezekiel forming a friendship with Shawn, if you couldn't guess from the character tags, and him finding out about the island's robotic nature, but that's for later. I have one plot point I'm thinking of is Scarlett studying the feral effects of Ezekiel, but I'm not sure if I want to fully add this, so let me know if you be interested in that in the reviews.

Next time: A visit back to farm after a dreadful plane ride home

To all my readers stay cool and hope you enjoy this story.