*WARNING: DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED TDWT EPISODE 19. Alright, so on with the story, this, my readers, is the chronicles of Gwen. Basically, it's my own version of what happened to Gwen after her TDWT elimination. I am a licensed DxG fanatic, so there will be DxG-ness in this story as well as very light Courtney bashing. Other than that, I guess you just enjoy :)*
"Oof!" I yelled as my feet made contact with the dusty ground of the Austrailian desert. I got rid of the backpack and brushed the tan dirt off of my black attire.
"Stupid Courtney." I murmured to myself, then pointed to the retreating dot in the sky that was the Total Drama jet. "I'm alive, take that you bi-!"I yelled, but gasped as I felt a hand poke my back. I lifted a fist and whirled around, ready to take out whatever creep chose to mess with me. I dropped my raised fist when I realized that it was just an intern.
"You Gwen?" Asked the blonde guy. He had a New York accent thicker than Lady Liberty's, and was wearing clothes similiar to Chris'. I nodded and he picked up my discarded parachute bag and whisked me away to a plane only a tad smaller than the jumbo jet.
"Who's here? Is she okay?" Asked a woman that was pacing about the entrance. She looked like an older version of LeShawna, with an afro and slightly darker skin. A colorful scarf was tied around the base of the fashionable poof to match the quarter sleeve shirt that was assorted shades of pink throughout. She had on skin-tight capris and worn out leather sandals. I felt her cold hand lift up my chin.
"Oh, did you have an allergic reaction or something, baby?" She asked me as I entered the plane. Oh, how could I forget the completely unfair way I got eliminated this season?
"Yeah." I said, right before I sneezed. "Eucalyptus." I answered.
"Well, sit down here, babycakes. I'll be right back." She said as she pushed my shoulders down into a comfy chair. It felt good to sit in such a nice chair, like I was in first class all over again...I was thrusted back in reality when I heard the woman's footsteps again.
"Now, Don't worry honey, I'm an RN." (A/N: It means Registered Nurse, but if you still don't know what that is, she's a nurse, okay?) I nodded and she tilted my chin up and I saw her drop some liquid into my eyes. I blinked furiously when it finally hit my eye, but it felt so good, that I could see again in a matter of sceonds.
"Hey! I can-ACHOO!" I sneezed. The blonde intern handed me a tissue and I held it to my nose while I looked around. This plane was an exact replica of the jumbo jet without the cruddy economy class, without Chris' face plastered everywhere inside and out, and without all the annoying peers, even if one of the annoying peers happens to be my boyfriend. I'm not exactly the happiest with him at the moment, I mean getting jealous over Courtney? And he says he likes me. Pfft.
"Here you are, honey." Said the woman as she pushed a tiny cup of yellow-ish liquid into me. I picked up the tiny cup and held my nose as I poured the stuff down my burning throat. I gagged at the taste, but it helped almost immediately. My nasal passages opened, and could breathe through my nose once more, as well as talk and swallow without feeling like my throat is on fire. The woman then looked at my eyes and put a tongue depresser in my mouth before giving a thumbs-up sign to the pilot. He nodded and I felt the plane begin to climb through the air. The same blonde intern popped a glass of water into my fancy cupholder before sitting down in one of the cushy chairs facing me across the way. The dark-skinned woman then closed up her old-school doctor's bag and dropped it down next to her as she sat next to the intern.
"Thanks." I said to no one exactly, but they both nodded anyways.
"I'm Rena." The woman introduced. She smiled at me for a moment before her gaze lingered over to the man next to her. After a minute or so passed without any input from him, Rena jammed her elbow into his stomach.
"Oh! Hey, what's the big idea, Rena?" He yelled angirly. She simply motioned to me, and he seemed to get the "big idea." "Oh, sorry." He said, laughing nervously. "The name's Billy." He introduced, still with that NY burr. (A/N: I think that means twang or something like that.) I smiled at my two saviors.
"I'm Gwen." I said with a slight wave. Then, I felt as if all the energy was sucked from my body, I could barely keep my eyelids from meeting each other. I pressed a hand to my forehead in an attempt to regain my energy.
"Realx." Ordered Billy.
"Yeah, that medication knocks you out!" Rena declared. "It's a three day flight anyways. It would've been two if SOMEONE didn't drop Chris' hair dryer over Alaska!" Rena yelled, glaring irritably at Billy. I didn't stay awake long enough to hear Billy's comeback, and I was completely okay with that. For the first time in a few days, I felt relieved that the target was off my back. Now I can only pray that I transferred it to Courtney's...
When I awoke all seemed to be the same throughout the plane, except the view from the window was now of black nothingness. The cabin itself was dark as well, but the little lights by Billy and Rena were turned on, for neither were asleep. Rena had taken her sandals off and was comfortably reading a magazine while chomping on a donut. Next to her, Billy was crouched over a little handheld screen and was poking at things on it.
"What time is it? Why are you up?" I asked simultaneously. They bursted out laughter.
"Baby!" Rena choked out in between fits of hilarity.
"You see Gwen, When you crash landed in the desert there, we had just woken up. And you've only been asleep for a few hours there." Billy explained.
"Yeah, this constant time zone change gives us major jetlag." Rena said just as she polished off her donut.
"So that's why you guys are awake at like three in the morning?" I asked the duo.
"Nah, it's only eleven around here." Billy answered. I accepted the answer in silence. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze blow against my face. I looked for the open window that brought it here, only to find that it didn't come from the window, it came from the door!
I gasped and made a beeline for the open door. I grabbed ahold of the sliding metal door and tried to yank it shut.
"Um, a little help, guys?" I asked my two new friends. They hadn't even noticed I got up!
"What you doing girl?" Rena yelled to me.
"Trying...to shut...the door!" I yelled. This pulling wasn't working.
"It ain't bothering anybody." Billy argued. I looked around the plane and sighed. It really wasn't bothering anyone that the door was opened, I guess I just freaked out because I didn't want a redo of my previous nose dive off a plane.
"I guess you're right." I surrendered, but leaned against the door. I looked down at the dark earth below, that is until I heard Billy laughing at me.
"You'll be a riot in the Aftermath!" He said jokingly. AFTERMATH? No one told me about this!
"What?" I asked, sounding almost desperate, and don't get me wrong, I was. I can't do that again! No way, no how. No way I can face a crowd of people who hate me again, especially Trent! Oh no, Trent! He thought I was cheating on him with Duncan when him and I were dating. I can't bear to think of what he thinks now! And imagine the awkwardness. I buried my face in my hands and almost cried, but the harsh wind beating across my body whipped the almost tears away from my eyes. Another intern caught my attention.
"AH! Bee!" He yelled. There was a little black mass floating around him. He then lifted a rolled up magazine and tried to swat it, but it just flew to another location a little way's away from me. I watched as it glided past me.
"I'm coming to get you!" was the last thing I heard before I lost my balance, and started speeding through the air. The moron tripped me out of a plane! Oh, I'm going to kill those guys, if the fall doesn't kill me first! Oh no, this time I have no parachute, no giant bowl of rice, no nothing! I'm going to go splat! Right here in wherever we are. I shut my eyes and waited for my bones to crumble on impact, but the impact never came. I looked at my surroundings to realize I had landed on some banner on top of a building.
"Oh thank you!" I yelled to the sky. Then, I looked down and decided that I wasn't too far from the ground to jump, so I did just that. I brushed myself off for the second time today and looked around. I spotted a familiar marking on the side of a building. I poked around to the side to see that a huge Union Jack (A/N: That's another name for the British flag) was painted to cover the entire wall of the building. Okay, so I'm in London again. "How did I get from A to B?" I questioned myself. Austrailia to London in only a few hours? It seemed like a stretch, but I was defintely in England. I could see the silhouette of Big Ben in the distance. Then I looked again at the wall. I've seen this mural before...I've seen this building before...
A whole bunch of cheering erupted from inside the building, and I dashed through the front door. I noticed a few familiar posters as I walked down a long hallway that eventually led straight into a bright red room. I walked in the room and saw that everything in there was red, except for the people sitting in it. Perched on two red couches were three people, and they were just my style. The first one was a girl. She had short bright pink hair that shot across her face in sharp bangs. There was a silver ring on her upper lip that matched her gray eyes. She was wearing a tight, cropped, black tank top that was made of the same canvas material as her black choker. On her feet were combat boots identical to my own. There were drumsticks poking out of the pockets of her strappy flare jeans that looked like they were made of the British flag.
"Who are you?" Asked the person sitting next to her in a British accent. She had piercing blue eyes that reminded me all too much of Duncan's. Her hair was Long, wavy and blonde, but also had that messy, rocker vibe going on. She had a nose ring as well as earrings literally covering all sides of both ears. She also had a black choker like the first girl, but hers was spiky. She was wearing a tank top that matched the first girl's pants to a tee, both looking like the flag of their home country. She was wearing a denim micro-miniskirt with black nylon stockings like mine, but had on flat black Converse.
"American, is she?" Asked the pink-haired one, in an accent just like the blonde one's. Gosh, I can't help but think I've seen this these guys before.
"Isn't that the chick that stole our bassist?" Asked the guy with his British voice. He had black hair that just reached his shoulders, and dark colored eyes. He had a spiked dog collar around his neck as well, with a black T-Shirt on that had some sort of gray design on it. He had on a black studded belt with his leather pants, and he was now the thrid person in my room to be wearing combat boots. His were different, though. They were clunkier and had buckles all over them, most of them undone so that metal buckles and leather strpas were hanging out all over.
It was only after taking in the sight of the trio that I realized what the guy asked.
"Oh, I huh, haha, well funny story about that. Oh, please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me!" I yelled, throwing my hands up defensively. They looked at each other and laughed hysterically.
"Definetly American!" They guy howled.
"Sweetie," Began the pink haired one as she came up to me and grabbed my shoulders so I was face to face with her. "We're British." She stated. I'm guessing that means that they don't have guns, or a gun for that matter.
"Come on now, we won't hurt you." The blonde chimed in.
"Gwen." Was all I said.
"Good to meet you Gwen!" The blonde called back. I smiled and looked at the pink haired one once more.
"Yes. And we're Der Schnitzel Kickers."
*Yeah, I know she's not American, but in the show she doesn't necessarily sound Canadian either. So yeah, in case you didn't realize, she endee up at the club that she and Courtney kidnapped Duncan from in London, and she just met the band he was playing with. So please review!*