ENTER GENERIC "I DO NOT OWN TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND" BLAB
A/N: Oh lawl, another TDI-unknown murderer begins picking off campers-fan fiction. This fan fiction is NOT a rip-off of other TDI stories in this genre, such as "The Shots Heard Around the Island" and "Total Drama Thriller". There may be some similarities, such as all three of these stories begin with Heather in some ways, but none of these stories rip off one another. Just to make myself clear for you reviewers that love to piss me and other writers off.
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ShadowsFall
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Gwen ran straight into the forest, her head down and a tear falling from her eye. She had known she had anger issues since she was a kid, but this was too far. It was awful. How could one little argument cause things to become to dire to cause her to snap? I mean, Heather was a horrible person, but she never deserved this. Things just got out of hand. It was a mistake...a mistake she would have to pay for.
I stabbed her, thought Gwen as she sat down on a tree trunk to take a breath. I stabbed Heather.
As soon as the incident took place, and the other girls saw the attack, they ran scared shitless from the cabin, as far as their teenage legs could take them.
"Stop the camera!" she remembered Chris yelling as she took her first plunges at Heather. "Contain that crazy bitch!"
The ambulances soon arrived at the scene to take Heather to the nearest hospital as Gwen darted out leaving her bleeding victim on the floor to avoid being caught.
She threw aside her knife and bolted from the scene. Gwen tripped over something on her way out the door, but managed to keep her balance and keep running.
The others were outside, and could do nothing but watch as she continued on her way. The cameramen and Chris, on the other hand, attempted to attack Gwen. However, she turned around in time to see them coming, and socked the nearest one in the face. The onlookers gasped and she disappeared among the trees. For a while, she heard sirens, but they never came for her. Priority number one was to get those campers off the island.
I deserve to die. I deserve to die.
Suddenly the wailings of the sirens became louder and louder. Gwen ducked behind a tree for cover and looked out. It was another ambulance, obviously, crossing through the forest to reach the cabin. But instead of going on its way, it came to a screeching halt and the doors creaked open.
Oh shit! They found me!
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Heather POV
It all came so fast.
The argument – the attack – and then the escape.
I laid on the floor for a while, trying to look like I was in pain. The blood bags worked like a charm, and the phony knife left me with only minor cuts and bruises. Everything was going according to plan.
Unfortunately, I made one minor mistake. As she made her way out, I accidentally tripped goth girl. One spill and everything could have gone askew. They would be sure to tell everyone my injury was a fraud and any chance at fame would be over. However, she managed to stay on her feet and headed outside.
For a few moments, everything seemed peaceful. I listened to the disgruntled argument between Chris in the cameramen from outside.
"How could you let her get away? Are you TRYING to ruin my show?"
"Your show? We all work on this show together Chris. Somebody has to do the dirty work you never bother to do."
"Oh really? If you really feel that way, you're fired Sherman! You'll never work in this business again!"
"Fine, screw this crap."
"As for the rest of you, grab your weapons from the mess hall and meet me back here for an hour. Night should be coming soon, and Gwen will soon be flushed out. That girl has nowhere to run, nowhere to-"
The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the sound of sirens. Ambulances. To pick me up.
The crew bust the door open and placed me on a stretcher and carried me away. A big oxygen mask was placed on my face as a precaution, just in cause I lost any oxygen from the knife marks.
"Everything will be all right Heather," one of the nurses said sweetly. "Just relax. Everything will be okay."
I didn't need the coaxing, as I was perfectly fine, but I played along and smiled.
I couldn't see much as they wheeled me into the ambulance. The quickly loaded me up and shut the door behind me.
There wasn't much breathing room for me, as it was a very small area. With the exception some medical equipment here and there, the room was bare empty. I wasn't alone for long, as the nurse that had loaded me up joined me, along with a few other doctors
"How's she doing?" the nurse asked.
"Pretty well," responded one doctor with a clipboard as the ambulance began moving. "As far as I could tell, she only suffered some minor injuries, which is weird regarding how much she bled."
That was the signal. They had told me that when they figured out my true condition, I should pry open the ambulance door, and make my way out. They said they would deal with the medical staff later, just as long as I got away, everything would be okay. Nothing would happen.
Just as I was about to get up from the stretcher, the nurse rummaged through a big medical bag and pulled out a large needle.
I gasped loud, and she began to approach me with it in her hand.
The other doctors held me down, to stop me from moving, as she hovered over me.
"Just relax darling," she said smirking. "This may a hurt a bit, but when you wake up, you'll be a brand new person. Just think about that. A brand new Heather. Won't that be exciting? All your worries will fade away just with this one injection, and you'll slowly fall into a deep sleep."
I struggled to get free of the grasp of the doctors, but it was no use. I was trapped. Oh, I should have never taken that deal. Ever since I was a young kid, I had a fear of the doctors, and the fact that these guys didn't look like the good kind of doctors either frightened the shit out of me.
"Just relax," the nurse kept repeating. "Just relax."
She raised the needle above her head and was about to thrust it into my skin when suddenly something rammed against the car. Then the ambulance began to swerve in circles. It took a few seconds for me to realize this, but we had lost our driver.
"Get control of the damn ambulance!" yelled one of the doctors to the other.
He attempted to climb into the front seat, but a shot rang out that pierced the glass. We heard the grunt from the doctor as he fell backwards. The nurse pulled his body aside, and yelled out:
"Oh, my fucking god! He has a bullet in his head! Somebody is shooting us! Emergency evac, now!"
Just as soon as the nurse said that, everything suddenly went dark for me.