Hey peoples, first Total Drama fic here. I know, I know, I should be working on stuff I already posted before, but where's the fun in that. Okay, okay, I'll update them… To those of you who are reading my other stories, I promise I will finish up Fire and Ice and Overload, and I am actually working on Guardian of Friendship *everyone gasps* ….and a few *cough a lot cough* more new ones….
Anyways, I noticed a lack of fics in the fandom that wasn't a new season, and AU, or something purely romance related, so I decided to give the original cast a boat-load of actual, life-threatening, terrifying, pure action, and then stay true to the name of the series and add a heaping of drama to the mix.
This is only the first chapter, so the action doesn't quite take place yet…still hope you enjoy it! ^^
Disclaimer: The Total Drama series does not belong to me. I simply enjoy using their cast in my plots.
Chapter 1: The Drama Continues
A rickety charter bus pulled up in front of a lavish clubhouse, the two objects practically foreign to each other. The vehicle screeched to halt, and the door swung open with such vigor one might think that it would've flown off its hinges. The teens that exited were just as foreign looking to the grand building as their vehicle, and as diverse from each other as it can get.
There was twenty two of them in all, some more comfortable in their new environment than others, but they all looked at least a little weary, as if expecting the nature of their situation to be strenuous.
One particular girl, her black hair pulled up in a ponytail, put her hands on her hips and stared at the building with eyes as grey as the hoodie she wore. "Is this some sort of trick?" she huffed. "I mean, Chris was the one who brought us here."
"Ya'll know I hate to agree with Heather," another girl spoke up, "but she's right. Anything Chris touched might as well be poison." She had dark skin, and wore a long sleeve shirt over her favorite tee, along with a pair of flaring blue jeans.
A dark skinned guy in a sweater vest briefly looked up from the book his nose was buried in. "That settles it," he began in a bored, flat tone. "We're all going to die."
A peppy blond with a wide neck long sleeve shirt, a Jean vest, blue bandana, and brown boots smiled. "Don't be such a downer Noah," she laughed, "this place looks a lot better than that yucky island, movie set, and that rickety airplane." Noah simply sighed and went back to his book, but she seemed to think she did a good job in raising his spirits anyways.
The black girl, Leshawna, offered the blond a smile. "Keep telling yourself that, Lindsay."
"Okay, I will," Lindsay answered back happily, taking the comment very literally.
"Ugh," Heather groaned. "Here I thought I'd be rid of her." At Leshawna's mean stare down, Heather simply huffed and crossed her arms, making no move to continue her verbal smack down of others or to apologize.
"Well, how 'bout we just go in and find out," a handsome black haired boy in a green long sleeved shirt with a handprints insignia and blue jeans suggested. He sent the two inseparable girls behind him, who even wore matching black and white striped long sleeved shirt and pink jeggings, a dazzling smile. Katie and Sadie both waved giddily to Trent, much to the disdain of the once gorgeous hunk Justin, who had seemed to have lost his touch with the ladies as of recently.
But Trent paid no mind to another pale skinned girl, and that was the way she wanted it to stay. Gwen tugged her black hoodie up over her dark blue and black hair, and leaned in closer to the taller boy beside her. Hopefully the gesture would block out the disapproving glare the brown haired, tanned girl with the sweater pulled up over her blouse was constantly giving her.
The boy didn't look friendly either, with his neon green Mohawk and piercings; his cream and black long sleeve shirt with the skull insignia and the sagging jeans certainly didn't help. But nonetheless, Duncan wrapped an arm around Gwen and pulled her in closer, flicking a glare back at Courtney, if only to upset the MIT and his ex-girlfriend further. He succeeded, Courtney releasing an exasperated groan, crossing her arms; Duncan had to produce a small, triumphant smirk.
A quite large boy in a Canadian themed sweatshirt, oblivious to the tension that surrounded him, burst past them and thrust his fists in the air. "Whoo! This is going to be fun!" he shouted joyfully.
All the other teens swiveled around to look at him skeptically. Even the blond boy in the cowboy hat and the blond, ponytailed girl in the blue hoodie stopped sucking the breath after each other to raise an eyebrow; of course, Geoff and Bridget went back to passionately kissing soon after.
A dark skinned boy with broad shoulders and the gentle demeanor of a bunny placed a hand on the large blond boy's shoulder. "Um, Owen? I don't think anything Chris has in store for us will be 'fun'," DJ told him.
"Oh, well, when you put it that way..." Owen said awkwardly.
BEEERRRRRRRRNNN!
"AHHH!" The entire group nearly jumped right out of their skin at the sound of the air horn, some even leaped into the arms of others. DJ awkwardly climbed off of Owen, and the two refused to acknowledge their previous position.
After their fright ended, they all turned to glare at the beaming man behind the air horn, who was none other than Chris McLain, the host of the Total Drama series. Oh how the teens before him hated Chris. Well, maybe all of them except the crazed fan girl known as Sierra, but she was too busy hugging the scrawny brunette that was Cody. After all, they had all been his contestants for three seasons in a row (with the exception of Sierra) and had put up with his inhumane challenges.
"Are you people just going to stand out there in the cold, or are you going to come in to the Total Drama Original Cast Reunion Party!" Chris proclaimed.
"PAR-TAY!" Owen and Geoff exclaimed at the same time, both rushing into the building. The others followed more calmly.
"'Bout time I got out if the weather," Leshawna declared, rubbing her arms for warmth, "I just might freeze my butt off out here!" She paused, eyeing a girl with wild curly orange hair and nothing but a green tank top and split skirt. "Izzy, aren't you cold in that?! I mean, it's late fall in Canada over here."
"Nope!" Izzy giggled. Leshawna simply shrugged it off; she should've known that measly weather wouldn't the insane girl.
The inside looked just as grand as the front did. The pale blue and gray marble floors sparkled and held nearly perfect reflections of everyone and everything on top of it. A crystal, silver trimmed chandelier hung from a Victorian-like dome that was the ceiling, intricate designs and carvings of various images of Greek mythology lined the borders. Mahogany tables stretched across the room, all three of them filled with almost every type of food imaginable, all resting in delicate gold and trimmed platters. It was no surprise that Owen was automatically drawn to the tables.
The rest stared in awe, not expecting such a sight. Chris frowned. "Are you seriously just going to stand there? I paid good money for this! You are going have fun and 'reunite' and get me more popularity!" he ordered. The group awkwardly followed Owen to the food.
Bridget picked up a cute little lemon tart and smiled. "I guess it wasn't Chef who made the food," she observed.
"You saying I can't cook?!" a black burly man shouted, appearing out of nowhere and scaring the surfer out of her wits. Chef crossed his arms, his tattoo resting on a particular large muscle, and tapped his foot.
"N-no, I didn't mean..." Bridget stuttered, "I just thought, and...sorry!"
Chef seemed to accept her apology, and he relaxed and walked off; Bridget sighed in relief.
Duncan examined the accommodations and found nothing particularly of interest. "Yeah, just enough money to pay for the place, am I right?" he nudged Gwen, but only solicited a small smile from her. "Come on babe, what's wrong?" he probed.
"Nothing," Gwen sighed, "it's just that Courtney keeps glaring at me..."
"I can glare at her back," he suggested with a grin. Gwen couldn't help but to chuckle. "That's more like it!" Duncan praised, poking her cheek playfully; she playfully nudged him away in return, forcing him to remove the intruding finger.
Suddenly, Geoff popped up behind Duncan and excitedly whispered something in his ear; Duncan grinned mischievously. "Hey babe, I'll be right back," he declared, running off with Geoff to the unknown.
Now standing in the middle of the open room alone, Gwen felt a more prone to Courtney's not-so subtle glares. She scurried to the tables, next to Owen, Leshawna, and DJ in hopes of erasing the awkwardness.
Leshawna turned around when she saw Gwen sidled up to them. "Hey girl!" she greeted, wrapping the Goth girl in a hug much to her mild discomfort. "How have you been?"
Gwen shrugged. "Fine..."
Leshawna pursed her lips. "Girl, if you don't stop sulking about Courtney... Ya know, not everyone thinks you 'stole' Duncan."
"Well," Owen interrupted, "technically they did first kiss when-" Owen abruptly cut off when Leshawna forcefully elbowed him the gut.
"They were losing it," she continued, "and you two fell in love. It happens."
"I, for one, am sort of proud of her," Heather declared, walking into the scene and placing her hand on Gwen's shoulder. Everyone glared at her. "What?"
"Umm, Heather? I don't think your helping..." DJ pointed out in the nicest way possible before Leshawna started borderline cussing Heather out.
"Just trying to be nice," Heater huffed, crossing her arms and turning her back to them. "I see I'm not appreciated here..."
"I don't think comparing Gwen to yourself is gonna make her feel any better," Leshawna retorted.
"Fine. I'm sorry," Heather apologized indignantly. "You know Gwen, you just have to stop sulking and enjoy your guy. Sure it's Duncan, but you two are happy together. Courtney just needs to suck it."
"Umm, thanks?" Despite the odd attempts at cheering her up, Gwen really did relax. Maybe it helped that Courtney also momentarily stopped glaring at her in favor and beating up Herold.
All of a sudden, the lights snapped off, causing a couple of girlish shrieks to echo in the seemingly empty room.
"W-what happened...?" Beth squeaked, her and Lindsay clutching each other like their survival depended on it.
The ground shook as well paced thumps rattled the room. Accompany the base, loud rock music sprang forth from a stereo that seemed nonexistent before. Multi-colored lights shined through the crystal chandelier, bathing the marble floor in fluorescents.
Duncan and Geoff re-appeared, both grinning impishly. Duncan wrapped an arm around Gwen, turning her so she could behold the glory he had invented. "What do ya think, babe?"
She tilted her head, taking in the sight, or more specifically, the music. A smile grew on her face as she finally recognized it. "You listen to Black Iron too?"
Duncan smirked. "Who wouldn't?"
Geoff spread his arms to the world, taking in the room. "Now this, is a PARTY!" he declared, rushing off with Owen to bask in the awesomeness of the makeshift disco ball.
Everyone at least attempted to enjoy the improved party, that is, except Courtney. She took another glance in her ex's direction only to see him cuddled up next to that cling-y, boyfriend stealing, excuse of a Goth girl, both of them laughing periodically. Having enough of the infuriating scene, Courtney stalked outside to sulk, no matter how cold it was.
After at least ten minutes of leaning against the wall at the back of building with her arms crossed and her sub-conscience devising numerous plans to murder Gwen, someone gently tapped her on the shoulder. Courtney flew out of trance an immediately swung her foot high in the direction of her intruder, succeeding in kicking DJ square in the jaw.
"Owww! What was that for?!" DJ shrieked in pain, rubbing the area that fell victim to Courtney's paranoia and instincts with his palm.
"You scared me! What's your business, going around sneaking up on people!?" Courtney accused, throwing her hands up in the air.
DJ recoiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just noticed you weren't anywhere outside and went to go check on you," he explained.
Courtney re-crossed her arms and turned away from him. "Well, thanks, but I want to out here, alooooone, so goodbye," she responded sourly.
After a brief silence, DJ spoke up. "You shouldn't blame Gwen just for dating your ex-boyfriend. You guys did break up first," he reasoned.
"Duncan probably broke up with me because that...whore told him too!" she shouted.
DJ raised an eyebrow. "And it wasn't the fifty page contract that drove Duncan away?" h prompted.
"Who made you the couples's counselor?" Courtney grumbled, casting her gaze downward.
DJ smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just didn't want things to be all awkward. Just because we were on Total Drama doesn't mean our lives have to be full of it. Am I right?"
Courtney resisted the urge to chuckle. "Still happens though..." she mumbled, partially to herself.
"If you kids are done making out..." the new voice made the two teens jump in surprise, "...then I'll just go dump this garbage now," Chef declared, hoisting two full trash bags up in the air for emphasis.
Courtney and DJ quickly moved apart, both of their eyes wide and the mouths resembling that of a fish. If it wasn't so dark outside, everyone would have seen that Courtney's cheek burned a bright red. Did he just accuse them of...?
"Umm, what's in the bag?" Courtney asked, just to change the subject.
"Garbage," Chef deadpanned, tossing the bags into the dumpster.
"Right... Of course it-" Courtney started to ramble nervously, until Chef interrupted her, holding his hand up for silence.
"Did you hear that?" he questioned in a whisper, strangely alert.
Courtney cocked her head, and DJ looked around curiously. "No..." DJ answered, until once again shushed by Chef.
Chef watched the horizon, which disappeared into the woods behind, carefully, his eyes narrowed, until...
There!
A shadow darted across his vision, only barely visible like a cat in the night. Movement of the roof caught his attention, until Chef saw the figures everywhere. His eyes widened in realization. They were in a blind spot, so they haven't been seen yet, but... Chef snapped out of his daze and grabbed the two teens near him and tossed them in the dumpster.
"What are you-" Courtney shrieked angrily until Chef jumped in after and clamped a hand over her mouth. He eased the lid shut the other hand.
Courtney glared daggers at him and mumbled furiously, unable to articulate words with the hand still over her mouth.
"Be quiet!" Chef hissed under his breath, deadly serious.
"Um...Chef?" DJ squeaked. "Why are we in a dumpster?"
"Do you want to get killed?" he replied in an angry whisper. DJ shook his head vigorously, not caring whether or not the man could see the action in the darkness. "Then hush!" Chef finished, his barely audible whisper somehow intimidating and authoritative.
After what seemed like an eternity in the silent darkness, Chef slowly pushed open the lid; the creak that resulted from the rusty hinges seemed unbearably loud. After looking around, Chef removed his large hand from Courtney's mouth and tossed her out. He jumped out, and signaled for DJ to do the same.
Courtney landed on the concrete with a thud. She futilely attempted to pick the garbage off her and she stood up, but paused in favor and whipping her head around to face Chef, glaring at him with the ferocity of a tiger. "What is your problem?!" she spat, amber eyes blazing.
"So sorry for saving your life," Chef deadpanned.
"From what? The owls!" Courtney shrieked, following Chef as he approached the building with tense muscles just so she could yell at him so more. "Let me tell you something, my lawyers will tear you to shreds and feed you to-" Courtney stopped as she slammed into Chef, who stopped abruptly in the doorway. DJ slammed into Courtney next, continuing the chain.
Courtney was about to yell at the man some more, but froze in horror when she caught a glance at the room. It was utterly destroyed, the tables overturned and broken glass and crystal pieces littering the floor, centered by the grounded chandelier.
Nobody was in the sight, and the empty room was only filled with the faint whistling of the wind through the shattered windows. Courtney stared at the scene with wide eyes, her hand covering her open jaw. DJ looked similar, but Chef only narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
What on earth happened?
Dun, Dun, Dunnnn! What did happen? Hmmm? I, of course know, but I would love to hear some guesses. And I love your feedback. If you want to see a certain pairing in this story, by all means, ask me for it. I will, however, not allow slash, and if the pairing just doesn't make sense to me, I won't play it up, but I still might nod to it.
And any other suggestions or requests I would love to hear and try my best to follow them. (I still have a solid plot, but there are places where I can add stuff, if it works…) Even if you want to correct some grammatical mistake (which I'm sure I made…) let me know. Actually, please let me know if I made one so I can fix it. Or just share your thoughts; love that too.
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~Pencil :)