*Hey all. I've actually had this idea for a while, so I finally decided to work on it, as right now I'm only focused on one other story. Anyways, this has major spoilers for the season finale of TDWT, so don't read unless you wish to be spoiled. It's going to be mainly told in either third person, script format, or Gwen's POV most of the time, and in this chapter, it's Gwen's POV. So other than that, I hope you enjoy! :D*
The school bell rang and I darted out the door, my tote bag and tiny black laptop in tow. Our high school allows you to go off-campus for lunch, and right now on my first day back, I was fully intending to do so. However, I wasn't going off-campus for lunch exactly. I needed to update my video blog, since I was so wiped out from my flight last night, I didn't get a chance to.
I had finally escaped from the school green and was headed towards the deserted town park. It was a well-built park and all, and it wasn't vandalized, but the people in my town just weren't interested in playing or frolicking or fun. They'd much rather study or read, and truth be told,it made me sick to my stomach.
I sat down on the top of a brown wooden picnic table built underneath the shade of a big, beautiful oak tree. I opened my already powered up laptop and pressed the red button in the corner of the screen.
"Hey Guys, so sorry I didn't update last night, but I was beat." I said, changing my tone for about every word. "Anyways, I got home from the rocking season finale last night in Hawaii, and all I have to say is 'WOW!'" I yelled, throwing my hands into the clear blue sky that was unseen to my viewers. "I won't spoil anything for you, but all I'm going to say is never underestimate a pineapple. But I also have some exciting news: I'M DONE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, which, since they aren't as conditioned to screaming as Lindsay or Katie and Sadie's, wasn't very loud. "That's right, today marks the day that Chris officially starts filming the newest season of Total Drama, which doesn't include us." I smiled coolly. I still can't believe that we're actually free of Chris and the producers that tortured us for three seasons straight.
"Well, not exactly..." I heard a voice yell. It sounded like it was coming from a microphone somewhere in the huge tree. My hypothesis was proven wrong as I suddenly heard loud whooping chopping the air and sky overhead.
"Pinch me!" I yelled in amazement as I literally started pulling the white skin off of my forearm. Is Chris McLean seriously flying over my head in a helicopter at a park in my hometown just days after my contract's up? I couldn't even speak or move. I just looked up and gaped at the bright orange helicopter flying over the trees.
"Interns!" Chris' irritating voice spoke once more through his equally irritating bullhorn. I was still unable to move nothing but my eyes as I watched two interns jump like ninjas out from some of the low-hanging tree branches. They looked the exact same, except for one was dark skinned with shorter hair, and was carrying what looked like a potato sack. I was finally able to make a movement as I slammed the top of my laptop down hard on the bottom. That'll make my blog abuzz, as any video I make posts automatically. I couldn't think about that right now, however. No, right now I had to think about waking up from this nightmare.
"Come on, come on, you stupid legs! Run! Move! Do...SOMETHING!" I ordered them. I finally lifted my hands and I felt my lower body tingle with movement. My feet started to support my body as I started rising.
Before I could do anymore, I felt blackness cover my eyes, and I knew the interns had gotten me. I shut my eyes and started screaming at the top of my lungs, but as mentioned before, wasn't so loud. It was futile, as the only part of my body that was free were my combat-booted feet. They're heavy, so I only really got to kick the air. I felt my body shift heavily, and I knew that intern had tossed me over his shoulder. I could feel my pale face suddenly becoming bright red with all the blood rushing to it. I finally stopped screaming and instead started praying to God that I was having a really bad nightmare.
I lifted my head so that the blood flow was decreasing to there and tried to look through the thin material of the potato sack. I could see natural light and hear the breeze blowing in rhythm with the steady hum of a loud engine. It sounded more plane or motorboat than helicopter, which I couldn't hear anymore.
"The jerk flew off!" I muttered to myself. If it wasn't for his stupid million bucks, he'd be so maimed right now.
"Brace yourself!" One of the interns yelled close to my ear. I shut my eyes, pulled my shoulders in, and squeezed my arms against my chest. I felt the wind rush by me as I flew through the air and eventually landed on a cold hard floor. There were tons of other muffled grunts and yells also. Alright, I have got to know what's going on here, and now!
I heard a door slam shut, and it was dark again except for a small square of light. I began flailing my arms and legs wildly, even banging my head trying to get this stupid sack off my head. After one hard swat at the cheap material, I heard a ripping noise and knew I had gotten through. I pulled at the hole I had made above my head until the bag was practically torn in half. Fresh air filled my nose and mouth as I took in the sight. We were moving at a steady rate, climbing through what felt like the air. The room was dinghy and dark, like a cold, wet cave. The steady trickle of a pipe leak was the only sound audible aside from the assorted grunts and whines of the other victims. Oh, that's right, the others! I looked to my left at the first bag, and ripped it off the person's head to reveal Harold, who was half asleep. His glasses were missing, and his "Magic Steve's Magic DJ Boogie Camp" Shirt was covered in filth. I lightly patted his cheek and he was back wih us.
"What-what happened? Gwen?" He asked.
"Yeah. Listen, all of our friends are stuck in these sacks, or at least most of them are. Let's get 'em out, 'kay?" I asked. He rubbed at his eyes a bit and nodded. I helped him up, and then we split up to de-sack everyone. I ran through my half of the room like a crazy pinball, vigorously ripping off Bridgette's, Tyler's, Alejandro's, (whose hair had all grown back), and Izzy's hoods. I found another one in the corner noticeably fretting. I nonchalantly walked over, kneeled down, and tore the sack off the head of...Duncan. Oh no! Okay Gwen, don't freak out. After all, he is your boyfriend, but then again you haven't spoken to him since Australia. No, no. Calm, Gwen, calm, but still a bit mad and irate. You can do this.
"Hey, look who it is. I thought it was the cops." He said with a slight laugh. Ugh, curse that contagious laugh and hot smile. It made me want to smile back, but no. Keeping it chill. Chill and ticked. I huffed and folded my arms over my chest. He looked at me confusedly. Is he really that oblivious?
"Hey, Gwen! Help me with Owen's!" Harold called from the other side of the room. Saved by the bell. I shot Duncan one more deadly glare before walking over to help Harold.
"What's with her, dude?" I heard Geoff ask Duncan. Hm, wonder why Chris snatched him.
"You're as clueless as me." He replied. I growled and choose to ignore that for now since I had a job to get done.
Three more helpers and several rather awkward positions later, Owen was free, completing the set of hostages. I looked closely throughout the room and noticed something: every person here had competed on Total Drama World Tour. Everyone was there except Blaineley, who's void was filled by Geoff. At the moment he was clutching Bridgette protectively close to him and glaring at Alejandro, who was standing a few feet away, striking out with Heather no doubt.
"Does anyone know what we're doing here?" Courtney yelled. "I was in the middle of taking the most important test for my final history grade!" Courtney yelled, brushing off her navy blue cashmere sweater, which had a family crest-type logo on it where a breast pocket usually would be.
"Yeah. Like, are we going back? Because I didn't get to try on those hot new heels in the new boutique downtown!" Lindsay whined.
"Boo-hoo. I was actually doing something important, unlike you losers!" Heather snapped.
"What, losing your million again to zombie boy over there?" Duncan asked, pointing to Ezekiel, who looked paler than a ghost. He was back to normal hair and eye color wise, and he could form coherent sentences again, but he was pretty injured. He had band-aids covering his body aside from a neck brace, and gauze wrapped around one of his ears.
"Hey, at least I got the million, eh?" Zeke asked half-heartedly.
"Oh, get bent!" Heather replied. Duncan just laughed.
"Say what you want, at least I still have my million." He countered. Heather growled.
"I was in the middle of tennis practice with Andy Swasick! (A/N: Total Andy Roddick Parody ;D) My parents shell out four-fifty a lesson for me to train with that guy!" She yelled. She did look like she just got off the court. She had a bright white band around her forehead and ponytail, the white matching her pleated, sleeveless tennis dress and shoes. There was a touch of Heather in there though, as her signature maroon color was paneled on the side of the dress.
"Come on, guys, I was in the middle of my blog show. This is going to go viral!" I screeched. What's everyone going to think of this? What am I going to think of this?
"Shush!" Yelled Chris as he walked into the room he put us in. "You're all out. Impressive." He complimented, but we all just glared angrily at him instead.
"Chris, Dude, what's going on, bro?" Geoff asked.
"Well, you know how we were supposed to film a new season, with new suckers instead of you guys this season?" He asked.
"We are all aware, Chris." Alejandro spoke up, earning him glares from all the people he booted last season.
"Yeah, well, funny thing about that..." Chris trailed off, sheepishly twiddling his thumbs.
"Something tells me this ain't going to be funny." LeShawna mumbled to me, as were standing by each other.
"Oh yeah." I whispered back.
"Well, Chris?" Bridgette asked, although she was basically speaking to Geoff's chest, because that's where she was stuck to.
"Well, they all sort of-had an accident." He said. Poor things, they never stood a chance.
"Are they still alive?" Courtney asked worriedly. Whoa, did I miss something? Since when does Courtney have a heart?
"Haha, mostly." He said with one of his evil smiles that we all knew so well. We agreed amongst ourselves that we just didn't want to know.
"I guess the only question left is what this has to do with us." I said out loud.
"Yeah, Chris. I really need to update my Cody blog, so if you could just give us the funeral dates, or hospital room numbers..." Sierra trailed off.
"Well, it's too late now to get any new guys, and those guys won't be able to compete for well, ever, so good news: YOU GUYS ARE BACK IN THE GAME!" He yelled excitedly, which was the complete opposite of us. Shouts of protest went on for a good five minutes until we all just mutually calmed down.
"But you said that our stupid contracts were up!" Bridgette yelled, although it was once again muffled.
"Yeah!" LeShawna complained with a raised fist towards the host.
"Actually, they were. But-" He began, as he pulled the huge documents out of nowhere. "It says right here on page fifteen, section four, subsection, nineteen, that we can renew the contracts at any time without your permission, so we did." He said. The sadistic, narcissistic, rude, host-guy! If it wasn't for the million bucks he had in his possession, he'd be so maimed right now! We collectively sighed and frowned so big you wouldn't think it possible.
"Hey, hey, guys! Cheer up! Come on, you know you want another chance at the million!" Izzy said quickly. That girl needs meds, but he does have a point. And who knows, maybe I'll patch things up with Duncan and Courtney. Plus the million? Alright, I'm game.
"I'm in." I said confidently, taking a step forward from the crowd.
"In that case so am I." Duncan said, smiling flirtatiously at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him as I looked eagerly at the crowd.
"I guess I could go for it. Oh, and Cody too!" Sierra said, carrying Cody up with her, who was too smothered to protest.
"I'm in it to win it, eh?" Ezekiel asked, stepping forward as well, although he was a little wobbly due to his not being stable on his feet quite yet.
"Another chance to get the money that's rightfully mine? Alright." Heather said, closing her eyes and crossing her arms as she, too stepped up.
"Another chance to win the money over Heather and the boyfriend kisser? Fine with me." Courtney said, stepping up with us.
"Okay, this is like a really triumphant and climactic moment, so I'm going to ignore that for now." I said without receiving a reply.
"Come on, Big O, we're in!" Izzy said, pulling Owen up with her.
"Alright, as long as I don't injure anymore furries." DJ said, hesitantly stepping forward.
"I'll make sure that doesn't happen to you." Lindsay said, hugging DJ close as she stepped forward.
"As long as my gorgeous Lindsay's in, I'm in!" Tyler declared, smiling sweetly at Lindsay.
"Anything but hosting that Aftermath for another season." Bridgette said as she finally broke out of Geoff's grasp and walked forward.
"In that case, I am in as well." Alejandro stepped up with a seductive smile that was melting the heart of every sane girl here (so Sierra's not included.), except me. Yeah, I was mad at him, but I've still got a thing for the juvie.
"Well in that, that case, so am I!" Geoff yelled angrily, glaring across the many people at Alejandro.
"If it means I can take down that squid, I'm doing it!" LeShawna yelled, referring to Alejandro as her reason to join as well.
"I'll do it for LeShawna." Harold said with a dreamy smile as he leaned in to kiss LeShawna, but was backhanded by the girl instead. We looked back, and the only person left was Noah.
"Oh, not happening. Uh-huh. I've had enough torture for three seasons, thanks." He said flatly and blandly.
"Aw, come on, little buddy!" Owen begged, staring back at his close friend.
"Please, Noah?" Sierra begged. "I don't think Cody would be the same without you!" Sierra said. She was undoubtedly thinking about their sleeping incidents.
"ACCIDENT!" Noah yelled defensively.
"Noah, but it's a million big ones!" Izzy tried.
"Please Noah, do it for us!" I begged, motioning to all the people that were with me in the movement.
"I'll follow through on that lip piercing if as a going away present if you decline." Duncan offered, taking out a long, sharp, silver needle. Noah looked at in horror and bolted up to us.
"Alright, Chris, bring it!" Heather challenged.
"Um, excuse me, but where are going again?" Lindsay asked. Idiot.
"Yeah, what's the theme this year? 'Total Drama Extreme Stunts?'" Noah asked sarcastically.
"That sounds awesome, but no. We were originally going to call it 'Total Drama Reloaded', but it's not really reloaded anymore, so now we can have the full episode load, and rename it." He said.
"Do we get to rename it?" Harold asked.
"Anything but another musical." I added.
"Oh, how about 'Total Drama Let's Kill Al'?" Geoff asked, again being rude to Alejandro.
"I vote 'No' to that name, just so you know." Was all Alejandro said in reply.
"Wait, wait, I've got it! 'TOTAL. DRAMA. BACKTRACK!" Chris announced. We all looked at him sort of funny.
"Why would you choose that stupid name?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, 'Backtrack'? What's that about?" I asked.
"Geez, just because the name and amount of episodes changed, doesn't mean the location changed." Chris said.
"What's the location this time?" DJ asked.
"We're headed back to where it all began: Camp Wawanakwa!" He announced. Okay, I'm regretting starting that movement right about now.
"We don't want to go there!" LeShawna protested.
"Too late." Chris said with that smugness that we all knew and didn't love.
"What?" Duncan asked. At that moment, the floor of the airplane let out from underneath us, and we were flying through the air, preparing to land at that campsite that we all despised, ready to film the newest season, 'Total Drama Backtrack.'
*Like the name? It's catchy if you say it over and over. ;) But anyways, I'd really appreciate a review, so can you do that for me, please and thank you?*